A/N: Here it is, as promised: a whole story in two days, impressive no? I wrote this completely off the top of my head and I can't believe I finished it. My first finished story! Enjoy!


Epilogue

BPOV

I made a promise to a young man seventeen and a half years ago and I intended to honor it. The problem was finding a way to talk to him. I couldn't just cross the treaty line.

I decided to wait at the border and hope that a wolf came by.

I waited for several hours before a wolf finally came along. It was a big black wolf with permanently sad eyes, like he lost something once and never got it back, but despite that, he held a very proud air about him that said he had a lot of power.

When the wolf noticed me, his hackles raised and he snarled.

"I'm not hurting anyone," I said hastily. "I just wanted to talk to someone over there, and I know I can't cross."

The wolf glared at me for a moment, telling me to stay put with his eyes. He backed away into the cover of the trees. I waited patiently for him to phase back and become more decent.

The young man who walked back to me struck a chord in my memory. I had seen him only once before, when I was human. His name was...Sam! I had seen him on the beach the day Jacob told me of his tribe's legends.

"Who did you want to speak to? And why?" Sam asked with authority.

"Harry Clearwater, tell him 'It's been seventeen and a half years.' He'll understand. Before you say anything, I'm not asking you to bring him here and I'm not asking you to bring me to him, 'cause I know you don't trust me, just tell him that and let him decide what to do. I'll be right here."

Sam stared at me a moment, taking in the color of my eyes, before deciding to trust me to stay on my side of the line, and loping off into the trees. I heard him phase and take off back towards the rez. I waited.

An hour later, I heard the sounds of one man hiking towards me, through the woods. The scent I caught in the air was Harry's, but it was different from what I remember it to be; more human, less wolfy.

When Harry came into view and saw me, his face lit up in a wide grin. "Bella," he said. "It really is you! I thought I had dreamed that day all those years ago."

I smiled. "Nope, I'm as real as you are."

He eyes me for a moment. "Would it be foolish of me to hug you?"

I laughed. "I promise the only thing you'd receive is vampire smell all over you."

He laughed hard at that, stepping forward to hug me. I hugged him back, mindful of his humanity so I wouldn't crush him. He stepped back, looking at me sadly.

"It's really you," a tear came to his eye. "Everything you said would happen, happened. Charlie and Renee divorced, you moved to Phoenix, Corin died while cliff jumping, Jacob was born, you came back to live with Charlie and fell for that Edward... It really all happened."

"I know, Harry, I know," I felt sad, suddenly wishing I could cry with him. "And I'm sorry, but you'll have to be there for Charlie, now. I can't go back to him, I'm not the Bella that left Forks this morning. I'm a vampire now, and he can never know."

"I know, I just wish there was a way..."

"I do, too."

There was a long pause as we both felt our own emotions and shared each other's pain. Finally, Harry took a deep breath and sighed, the atmosphere lightened a little.

"So..." he ventured. "How do you like...being a vampire?"

"I like it," I said. "You know, ever since Spring Break, I've wanted to be one?"

"I didn't know that. Why?"

"Because I fell in love with Edward. Not some silly crush, but honest to goodness Love. I knew then, that I wanted to be with Edward forever, but I couldn't do that as a human."

He nodded, understanding.

"So how's the wolf thing working out for you?" I asked.

"I retired, actually," he said mildly. "Wolves don't age if we keep up with the phasing. I stopped phasing a little over a year after you left, so here I am; middle-aged."

I smiled. "So that's why you don't smell all wolfy anymore," I wrinkled my nose playfully.

He chuckled. "You're one to talk about bad smells, you vampires reek!"

"Do I still smell bad to you? Even after you retired?" I asked, curious.

"No as bad, but not the most pleasant smell in the world."

My phone rang. Even the ringing sounded impatient.

"Hello?"

"You get back here right now, Isabella! I know you're talking to that wolf, even if I can't see you!"

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "I'm coming." I hung up the call and turned to Harry. "That was Alice, I should go."

"Alright, Bells. See you around?"

"Definitely," I said. "Take care of Charlie for me," I called over my shoulder as I started to run home.

As I ran, I thought about all of the things that led me to this moment. I had to have the worst luck of anyone I knew; I always managed to get myself into major trouble, hurting myself or breaking something. But I always seemed to come out of it alive and well. All of the minor disasters that seemed like bad luck, led me to this moment, which was actually pretty lucky. So in a way I was luck to be unlucky.

Yep that's me; Isabella Marie Swan, Luckily Unlucky.

The End