Author's Note: So. Remember If We Die It's My Fault? Yeah, I've rewritten it, after noticing many mistakes in there, and I've rewritten Nyx's character, added a character here and there, so yeah, this is a better version. So here's the somewhat better, longer revision version of IWDIMF.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just decided to have non-profitable fun with them. I own Nyx and Hollis, nothing more.

'Standing there by a broken tree

Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me

I was damned by the light, coming out of her eyes

She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky

She said walk on over here to the bitter shade

I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know that you're saved

Let me sign

Let me sign…'

-Robert Pattinson, 'Let Me Sign'.

Prologue

Nyx's POV.

It had all boiled down to this last embrace.

I never expected it to come to this, anyways. I anticipated it to be peaceful, easy, like falling asleep for the last time. Death's supposed to be like that, anyways. At least, from what little I've heard in my ten years of life. I never was told much about death. I didn't need to be told about it, anyways.

"Don't worry, we'll get you out of here, Nyxie." Hollis murmured out of the side of his mouth, his eyes glazed over in feigned fear. For once, I didn't hate the nickname he had given me. He gripped my hand even harder than before, and took a deep, unneeded breath of crisp air. His eyes were black, almost as dark as the shadows, and I was sure my eyes were the same color. He was hungry, but no final meal would come.

"It's gonna be okay in the end…" Maggie whispered, though I believe she was trying to persuade herself to be calm instead of the rest of us. I heard a faint whimper come out of her mouth shortly after a brief pause of silence.

It's not going to be okay, I thought to myself warily. We won't get out of here. We're going to die, we've all been sentenced to perish.

Ash glared at the Volturi guard as if they were the plague. She used to be a Volturi, she had told me before, when we were hiding in New York City. Her power was somewhat useful, but it couldn't help us now.

Everyone else was clinging to their mates, and if they didn't have a mate, they just stood in ominous silence. The air was thick with tension, and I gulped in fear and excitement. Adrenaline was about to pour into my veins, priming myself for a clash between enemies.

I braced myself for the fight and the struggle and the deaths that were about to happen. I closed my eyes, took a deep, uneeded breath, and gripped Hollis' hand as if he would save me.