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I hope there are still J/E-readers out there. Please join me in Edward's path to true love.

Eventually, there'll be m/m action in the story, so if that's not your thing or you're not 18+ - please look for your entertainment elsewhere.

Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight-related.

Some parts of this story will be close to the original story (as the lines from the summary suggest) – other parts will diverge. If needed be, I'll add a few facts on my profile page along the way.

I've worked on this story for a year and the last couple of months I've edited. The story is completed, and I'll update regularly – once a week. Probably on Fridays.

English is not my first language. However, the wonderful and talented maryhell AKA Taylin Clavelli has been my lifesaver. She has pre-read, betaed, but more importantly mentored me. - Sweetie, I couldn't have done this without you. I'm forever grateful for your guidance and patience. Thank you.

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...oOo... Death is not the end ...oOo...

Prologue

EPOV

I'd never given much thought to how I would die, being immortal as I was. There were only a few ways for my kind to depart this life, and by one's own hand, simply wasn't one of them. However, dying in a fight with a favorite prey of mine was indeed possible, and seemed an obvious choice.

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I went to the place in the forest, where I had often spotted and teased a lone female cougar. More than once, I had devoured the feline's sought prey right in front of it. I could never read its mind, but every feeling that I picked up on suggested, the animal shared nothing but grudge against me. Giving myself over to that hunter was my only aim – a mission that would not end in my favor.

I found a good spot and waited patiently for my destiny. After twenty minutes, I heard the breathing of the animal and smelled her delicious musky scent as she prowled in my direction. I made sure she knew prey was around by ruffling leafs and twisting branches. Within a few minutes, she was visible and slowly approaching me.

This was my killer. This feline was definitely worthy, I thought while her familiar muscular form moved closer still. The pumping beat of the animal's heart got louder as it crept up on me, and the swoosh of blood coursing through its veins, called to me, as it always had. I could hear the ruffle of its thick fur as its pads softly advanced. The cougar glanced at me as if she knew something was up. Why would a deadly predator as myself, look like I was waiting to be attacked? I stared right back at her. Into her screwed yellow eyes, and she took my boldness as an invite to pounce.

Easily, I moved out of her way. When she realized I'd changed position in time to avoid her deadly assault, she bared her sharp teeth and roared at me. Then she snarled before she attacked once more. This time she managed to knock me down, but I punched her in the jaw and raised myself from the ground. Even though my solemn purpose was to surrender, I wouldn't do it without a last fight.

For outsiders, this must have looked like something from another world, and in a way, it was. My world had always been different, even amongst my own kind.

The feline licked its wound before it attacked one more time, and this time I didn't fight back. Her big paws pinned me to the ground as she leaned closer to inhale my scent. A look of bliss crossed her features. Maybe I was her favorite brand of heroin too.

The cougar roared victoriously toward the sky before I sensed the pain of ripping teeth at my throat. A blurred image of a devastated Carlisle entered my vision. I knew nothing would ever take away the pain he would feel about having his first 'blood-child' ending his own life, but I hoped he would be able to forgive me.

Right before I felt the impact of the killer's vigorous paw across my face, I whispered, "Sorry Carlisle," and sighed, as images of my long happy life passed by.

Then everything turned black.

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A/N

Fear not, dear readers. As the title suggests it's not the end.

I'll post Chapter 1 on Sunday.