Author's Note: ATTENTION ALL TWIHARDS. This fiction is not for you. I do not fantasize about Jacob or Robert or how awesome it would be to have this be my life. I make fun of Bella with my own original character. So please, don't ridicule me and insult me because I'm expressing a creative idea having to do with your favorite series. That being said, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. *Ghost noises and waving of the arms*
BIG BIG disclaimer on this series. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING TWILIGHT! I'm inserting and OC as an outside perspective to accomplish my I try to rewrite the chapters as well as I can, but some times it might be just a tad too much like the book. If you wish to help me in not plagiarizing (other than telling me not to write this), PM me and I'll be happy to welcome you on board. :) You get a special mention and a special feeling - the feeling of helping someone. :)
Preface
I'd never given much thought as to how I would die After all, my life had been going great. What reason would I to think about what would finally kill me? However, nothing in my wildest imagination would have prepared me for this
Across the room, the hunter stood, red eyes shining brightly at me. He knew he had me. He smiled pleasantly and took a step toward me. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing anymore. What did it matter? I would be dead soon anyway.
Surely, if I had to die, this was the way to go, in place of one I loved. That's an upside.
There was movement behind the hunter. Out of the shadows came the girl. The one who was always around me, the one only I could see. The look on her face could only be described as gleeful. Happy. Glad that I would die. I kept my eyes on her as I prepared for the end.
Forks, Washington. The town where all this started. If I had never gone there, if I had instead moved to Jacksonville, none of this would be happening. However, despite my terrified state, my stuttering heart, I couldn't bring myself to regret the path my life had taken. I couldn't bring myself to regret meeting him. He was my best imagining and more. Better. When life offers you something so good, a dream beyond any of your expectations, it makes no sense to grieve at the end. I always knew it was too good to last. It's better to just remember the good times we had as I ended.
The girl smiled broadly and the hunter echoed her movement without knowing it, the look on his face entirely friendly as he sauntered forward to kill me.