Author's note: I am not Mrs. Stephenie Meyer. This is simply a fictionally story based on her's. It's purely fan-based and will continue to be until its end. No lawsuits necessary. Enjoy.


Isabella Swan could not understand where she was. Why she was there or what had possessed her a week ago to agree on a camping trip near Mt. Rainier.

"Isabella! Isabella! Just hear me out please, sugar? You, me…other people…camping next weekend." He said, he was just so cocky. Without a doubt, this is what Isabella Swan hated the most.

"It's B-E-L-L-A, Newton. Please leave me alone, you know well I am not the most fit person for this … invitation." It had gotten to the point where she didn't know what other words to say. All that week, he had asked. On a schedule too; in the morning after she had gotten out of the car, during her stroll down to third period and at lunch, he didn't give up. Bella considered him a living plague.

"Come on, who would turn me down?" And after he considered what he had just said, for once, he added, "Continuously."

"Fine, I need a time, place, body guards. The whole sha-bang." Bella said. He had defeated her. He had finally won but it was a cheap shot. She had just gotten out of the dressing room from Gym. She had just gotten hit twice with a tennis ball. It was safe to say, her guard was down and she gritted her teeth all the way home that day. She was not getting out of this one, Newton was a hawk.

She remembered it all and as she took her Nature Walk away from the Others, she wished that something would just kill her. Instantly, most preferably. Painless, most preferably.

"May God strike me with lighting…please" she muttered to herself. It had started to thunder before she even realized how far away she had gotten from the Others.

"Joy. Fantastic… Help?" It was useless. Bella knew very well she was on her own, it couldn't be that hard, she thought. She had walked in a straight line and now all she had to do was walk in a straight line back. Simple.

Well, almost simple.

After a half hour later, Bella Swan was still walking. She had determined it was not in a circle and it was undoubtedly a line…in the wrong direction. A minute later her eyes caught something strange. An opening. A clearing. A safe Haven, she thought. If there was one place she could rest, even for just a second, it was there. She headed in that direction, another straight line into nowhere. She had made it to the middle of clearing when she noticed not once had she fallen. Bella contemplated whether she should even return. Whether Newton would even care to call a Rescue Team. At least, she thought, Charlie would kill him. Her father loathed Mike Newton. He found him just as bit of a nuisance around his daughter as she felt. Thank goodness.

She decided to lay down in the dewy wild grass. She wanted to smell the air for once. She wanted Nature, her natural enemy to do away with her. And that's when she felt him near her. There was no way the Others could have found her. She would have heard them near her; they weren't the most incognito bunch. But this was different. She could feel his icy breath on her face. He was crouching, she figured. Where was his body heat, she wondered.

Her breathing quickened like it never had before but as soon as it started it ended and she was at peace…with a stranger next to her. Her eyes remained closed and she wondered whether Mother Nature had come to life and … she couldn't finish her thought. Whoever was there was attacking her but she didn't care. She laid there, eyes still closed, at peace…dying.

Jasper

Alice had trusted him to go out alone with Emmett. She and the other had gone hunting two days before. Did she know what was going to happen? Why was this happening to me, now? He thought. It was painful. There he was, killing a human. A girl and with his power she just laid there peacefully while he rid her of her life. It sickened him that he couldn't control himself. If he could've cried, he would have. Someone stop me, he pleaded in his mind.

She tasted like honey and she was quite pretty too.

The dew she had laid in was what caught his attention while he was running. There she was; it was as if she was tempting him. No one was around for miles, or else he would have heard.

It was driving him crazy. Next thing he knew he ran to her, crouched next to her, breathed on her. Her heart race quickened and he could already taste her. Temptation; quickly he had calmed her down and she was almost resting. For the next three seconds Japer Whitlock contemplated what he should do. Kill her. Walk away. And then, a breeze blew and the smell struck him like no other. There were no questions. There was no sense of guilt. The only there that was, was his thirst.

Any second now, he thought, she was going to be officially drained. Any second now, he thought, his torture and ecstasy was to end. But it didn't. Just at that very instant, he was tackled.

"No!" was all he could whisper as he took what was coming his way. It was Emmett. He had gone looking for him, he had found him. He saw. He saw everything, Jasper thought. Perhaps it was the guilt that suddenly washed over him as his brother pinned him down. Emmett was furious, his face almost reflected how much more Jasper was angry at himself. How much pain he was going to cause Alice. How much shit Rosalie was going to give him.

The fury was gone. He was no longer thirsty. Emmett loosened his grip and muttered under his breath, "Goddamnit, she's alive…still."

Jasper held his breath, and got up to look at hear. He heard it. It was still beating. Her heart was fighting.

Emmett, without saying any word picked her up. Jasper knew what had to happen. "Happy Death Day, Miss Jane Doe" was all he could think.

I hope it is obvious enough what's to happen. I'm still trying to work it all out in my mind. Any questions will be answered, that's assured.