I don't own Twilight. Sadly. Stephanie Meyer does. Unfortunately. God, I have no idea how many times I've typed that freakin' phrase. Can't Daddy buy me Twilight already?! Geez. Haha, that was so bimbotic. My life sucks. God, what a surprise.

Bella's PoV

He was close, so close.

Too close.

I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I was powerless.

"Don't resist me, Bella. You can't stop me, and you know that. You got away from James, but you won't get away from me. And this time, your Edward isn't here to save you." His voice was a seductive purr, taunting me.

In the back of my head, he snarled at those words.

Edward.

The pain in my heart awoke now, after so many months of me forcing it to lie dormant. What did it matter now, that I was going to die? It was safe to think about him now. I would have died happily, with his face and voice in my mind. The pain in my heart wouldn't last much longer. Soon, it would be overshadowed by so much more pain.

Was that all my life would be about? Pain, pain, and more pain. After he left. How had I survived before?

Ah, but you didn't, a voice at the back of my head mocked me. Vampires still found you once more, didn't they? And Laurent, of all people. You thought he had repented, but you were wrong. Wrong time and time again.

Yes, wrong. My mind laughed at my stupidity. Wrong about Edward's love, wrong about Alice and Esme and Emmett and everyone else's affection. And wrong about thinking you would have to live with this agony for a long time.

And this time my fate was sealed. I would die, well and truly. I braced myself for the pain that would surely come.

His lips were cold, ice cold as they touched my throat. Deadly and venomous. As were his hands locked onto my shoulders, gentle but strong.

Then... Fire. Nothing but fire. White-hot, burning pain.

Edward. Edward, Edward. Where are you now?


I didn't know how long I lay on the ground, writhing in pain. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I bit my tongue again and again from crying out loud.

There was another sound. A high-pitched keening sound, followed by growling, and the snap of sharp canine teeth.

A single coherent thought penetrated through the burning fog. Was it Edward? No, it wasn't. I felt a flash of disappointment, quickly lost in the blazing pain.

My eyes were open slightly, giving me a vague glimpse of the outside world.

An enormous russet animal leaped at Laurent, its mouth pulled back into a snarl, its teeth glinting in the sunlight, a stark contrast against its beautiful fur.

The giant bear! No, not bear; wolf. A huge, gigantic, russet-colored wolf. Did Charlie know about this?

It ripped Laurent's arm off, and I felt shock flicker through me. Laurent was a vampire. Hard and cold and strong as marble. No ordinary wolf could've done this.

And yet, as I thought, it wasn't an ordinary wolf. It was... different, somehow. Like Laurent and the Cullens- I forced myself to think the name- were different.

Laurent screamed again, jarring me out of my thoughts. The wolf had torn his other arm off. As I watched, I realized for the first time, the pack of wolves behind it, watching that single wolf with forlorn, unfathomable eyes.

Another shriek of agony, and I would've winced if I could.

Edward. Edward, where are you?

And I shut my eyes against the glory of it all.


Ooh, I am done! Yes! I rock! This seemed to take forever, geez! Ooh, and remember to R&R ppl, 'cause I wanna know what you guys think!

Love,

Judith