Bella pulled up to a stoplight in her crummy old Chevy. Her eyes wandered over to the motorcyclist next to her. She wore a leather vest, shredded jeans, and thick boots. A red bandana was tied around her head, and on her right bicep was a tattoo of a skull on a bed of thorns. She turned to face Bella, pulled off her shades and grinned. Bella gasped. It was Esme.

The End?

A/N: Well, that's about it for this story. Please let me know if you have any ideas for me for the future! Thanks for reading!