There is a point in everyone's life when they must go against something they believe for someone they love.

Sometime things are gained, and other times, things are lost. I paid my price for being the monster I am. And because of me, my Bella lost something great.

She had been begging me for months to change her. I was feared for her soul, or hating me. Never once did I think it was because I couldn't control myself. That's where I was wrong.

I remember the day perfectly. I had been lying in the meadow with my Bella. She was so warm, she was like the sun to me. I caressed her cheek, when she turned to me. She told me either I let her be changed, or she would leave before I saw her grow old.

In fear of losing my Bella, I agreed.

I am a sick bastard. More then that, I am a monster.

I told her yes to the one request I should have refused.

Not only a murderer, a weak minded one.

I held her to me one last time, feeling her warmth.

My cheek lay upon her chest, memorizing her heart beat.

I brushed my lips upon her soft throat, feeling the blood pulsing quickly, with fear and adrenaline. I parted my lips gently, and in the moment, I became my own worst enemy.

I had only wished to make the suffering less, insure the venom had made its way to her heart.

I couldn't stop. Her blood, the wine of my existence made a fiery path down my cold throat, burning its flavor into my body. My mind became as dead as my body, my instincts took over, telling me to take what I needed. What I wanted. Why my body yearned for.

In one last attempted, I tore my blood splattered lips away from the throat of my now pale and trembling love. Alas, the venom could not save her. My Juliet was dead.

I lay with her in my arms, tearless sobs wretched from my body, and I screamed at whichever God would listen. Why me?!? Why my Bella?! Why NOT me??!?!

Suddenly, I knew the answer.

It was because of what I am.

With one last unnecessary breath of determination, I ripped and tore into my own body, my strength my only enemy. I could hear my snarls, and I could feel my teeth rattling with the force of which I hated myself. Then suddenly, it stopped.

I seemed to become someone else. I saw from above my own mangled body, while my Bella lay just beside me, an angel.

And in that moment, everything went black, when the painfully beautiful monster achieved his oblivion, and his only angel gained her immortal soul.

For never was a story of more woe,
than this of Juliet and her Romeo.