"They killed Edward and Bella!" Esme screamed. "They deserved to die!" "They killed Edward!" Tanya screeched. "The Pravus should suffer!"

"But we don't know how he or she looks like-only where it lives!" Benjamin protested. "So what?" Rosalie asked. "We can find out. Alice, will we find him or her?" Alice nodded. "The Pravus has black hair-I can't tell if it's a guy or girl. I can't tell what length his or her hair is either. We'll kill him or her for sure, though." Jasper grinned. "See? We'll find him, and he'll suffer!" ""YEAH!" Emmet yelled enthusiastically. He punched the air, and everyone else copied his motion.

"TO THE PRAVUS!"

"Vlad, they're coming. We should leave." Otis begged his nephew. Vlad clenched his jaw and shook his head. "They'll kill everyone in Bathory. I can't let that happen."

"Vlad, you're going to die if you stay!" Snow said. "Please leave." She pleaded. Vlad shook his head. "I can't die, remember?" "But the fortune teller said-" "Stuff what she said, I'm not going to die!" A fortune teller had warned Vlad that someone-probably Vlad-would die if he attempted to save everyone in Bathory. Vlad had just laughed and brushed it off as nonsense. Snow clenched her fists and punched Vlad on his pressure point, knocking him out. Otis's eyes widened. "What-" In a second, both Vlad and his uncle were unconscious. Snow dragged them to the Belfry, where no one would find them. She scribbled a short note and left, leaving Vlad and his uncle in a peaceful sleep.

As the faries walked to the town that the Pravus cherished, a tiny, petite girl with black hair appeared. Everyone murmured amongst themselves, wondering who this beautiful little girl was. "Who are you?" Carlisle finally called. A laughing voice answered him. "Why, I am the Pravus of course. Who else would I be?" The girl answered. "Give us proof," Carlisle answered. "We have heard that the Pravus's eyes change colors. Show us your eyes!" Snow smirked and made her eyes flicker to an iridescent green color. The murmuring grew even louder. "Are you just going to stand there and talk, or are you going to kill me?" The girl asked. "I won't struggle if you promise to give me your word to not kill anyone in this town." The murmuring got louder. After some debate, Jasper replied, "We promise. Now come here-we will kill you with fire." Snow nodded. The faries strapped her to a wwoden stake they had driven into the ground and set it on fire. Everyone watched as the fire flickered red, blue, and orange.

No one noticed the tear that ran down Snow's face.

Vlad groaned, rubbing his neck. "Hey-where are we?" He asked Otis, who was awake. He shrugged. Vlad looked around. "The belfry," he whispered. "How-" he noticed a note folded roughly into a square next to his hand. Vlad unfolded it and read the hastily scribbled note. His eyes widened and walked to the balcony. "Uncle Otis!" He called. In the sky, there were ribbons of red and blue-fire.

They had killed Snow.

His dear Snow, his kind Snow, his stubborn Snow, his beautiful Snow.

Dead.

Yet, he did not feel any anger-only deep, burning sadness and regret at not spending more time with her. Tears ran down his cheeks. He felt a hand on his shoulder-Otis. He handed his uncle the note. Otis's eyes widened. Tears ran down his cheeks even faster, sobs racking his body. There were only three sentences written, but they sent him bawling his heart out.

Otis read the note again, his hand shaking.

I'm sorry, Vlad.

I love you.

Live for me.

There was no signature on the note, but they knew very well who had left it-only Snow's handwriting was so elegant, so delicate.

Vlad walked over to the bookshelf and yanked out a journal. Otis's eyes widened as he saw what it was. "Please, uncle." Vlad whispered. Otis shook his head. Vlad only begged with his eyes. Otis finally nodded, accepting his nephew's wish. He opened the book and grabbed the dagger hidden inside. Vlad laid down flat on the ground.

I'm sorry Snow, but I can't do that.

Otis raised the dagger above his head and brought it down with all his strength, tears pouring down.

I'll see you soon...

The dagger pierced his heart as Otis chanted.

... my love.