I'm just a normal boy that sank when I fell overboard

My ship will leave the country, but I'd rather swim ashore

Without a life-vest I'd be stuck again

Wish I was much more masculine

Maybe then I could learn to swim like

14 miles away

Now floating up and down

I spin colliding into sound

Like whales beneath me diving down

I'm sinking to the bottom of my everything that freaks me out

The lighthouse beam has just run out

I'm cold as cold as cold can be, be

I want to swim away but I don't know how

Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

Let the waves up, take me down

Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah

Let the rain of what I feel right now come down,

Let the rain come down

Where is the coast guard I keep looking each direction

For a spotlight give me something... I need something for protection

Maybe flopsam junk will do just fine

The jetsam sunk I'm left behind

I'm now treading for my life believe me,

How can I keep up this breathing?

Not knowing how to think I scream aloud begin to sink

My legs and arms are broken down

With envy for the solid ground

I'm reaching for the life within me

How can one man stop his ending

I thought of just your face

Relaxed and floated into space

I want to swim away but I don't know how

Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

Let the waves up, take me down

Let the hurricane set in motion, yea

Let the rain of what I feel right now come down,

Let the rain come down

Now waking to the sun I calculate what I had done

Like jumping from the bow yea just to prove that I knew how yea

Its midnight's late reminder of the loss of her, the one I love

My worlds are quickly ended all my thought go into me

Into the ocean end it all

Into the ocean end it all

Into the ocean end it all

Into the ocean end it all

I want to swim away but I don't know how

Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

Let the waves up, take me down

Let the hurricane set in motion, yea

Let the rain of what i feel right now come down,

Let the rain come down

Into space

I thought of just your face

BELLA POV

The water crashed over me, drowning me in fear.

No she must speak lies. I was human, I was breakable. I was still a mortal.

The fledgling floated above me nervously, her small face jerking between the woman and myself, confused for several moments, before she crawled towards me, laying her delicate corn silk head on my leg, stroking the skin beneath her fingers gently. Her face reminded me of a bit like Marcus's: cold, collected but under it was a strong will pressing for life.

"I apologize for being so blunt with you, really, but we really had no other choice. It was either now or never. After 18 you can't change. We realize the stress this must place you under, having been but a mortal child before. If it had been my choice, you would have been told sooner, but in safety, you didn't need to know until now. And I apologize…"

Her hand, so boldly pressed across my cheek, as if amazed like a young child at my features, so much like her own. The earth shifted pulling me upside down again as the breath caught in my chest.

"Edward…" His name echoed in my head, tearing at everything within, the monster within trying desperately to get hold of my heart and submerge me forever.

"He is fine, though most off, he should be very much dead. So cold his heart is, its stoning age against immortal flesh. So cold his flesh. The Damned beast!"

"But he is mine!" The outburst ripped out of my chest, angrily. How dare she speak such words about my Edward... about MY family. Biting my tongue, I inwardly groaned, lowering my head to the pillow of my knees, "Why me, why must everything happen to me?"

"Because you are the only one strong enough to endure it and survive." Her warm hand phantomed across mine, pressing something smooth like glass into my palm, a gentle kiss pressed to my right temple. "It is your gift as it is mine."

"Then take it back because I damn well don't want it!" My hand cracked the mirror, making the child jump slightly.

Melodiously Genesis laughed harkingly at me, "Silly child, we have no choice! It is what be have been born to do, as it was this will that called you here. Bella, daughter, evening child, you will bear the last of this tribe as your own, in your arms alone she shall cry the last night. You and that eternal damned boy!"

My neck slightly ached where my head hit the concrete wall earlier, pulsing with my dulled heartbeat. I could feel the chill finally begin to settle in my spine, my lips were most probably a tint of violet.

"You are to take one of your brothers as a lover, and create life to resurrect the strongest race, the last of this race, between you. And with this gift, you may live forever, so long as you honor your own blood."

Intrigued, I sat up, her eyes watching me gently, "And who, exactly are my brothers? I'm an only child…" I aimed for annoyance, though I was genuinely interested.

A ghostly sad smile passed her lips, never meeting the hallow grey eyes that chilled me more so then the winter frost edging my flesh.

"The Werewolves."

ROSALIE'S POV

"Alice hold still."

"Rose, I'm fine."

I glared deeply at my sister as the manner of a mother vs. child look creased itself on my forehead. She was so stubborn.

"Alice there's an open gash. Let me cover it."

Her tiny hand swatted at mine as I went to tap the gap on her cheek. Neither of us dared to mention the cause.

The gash had been a rip, but had begun slowly healing. However a light violet scar made itself present on the taught flesh.

"Mary Alice Hale Cullen!" Taking her hand, I smacked it, "Stop that!"

She winced lightly, causing Jasper to nervously stop his idle flitting to look at his wife, searching for the form of her pain.

"Jasper, she's fine." I nodded to Emmett, whom, in turn grabbed Jasper around the arm and took him out the front door so I had room to breathe.

Unwrapping the gauze pad and tap, I began to prepare a surgical medipad. "I told you this human idea was wrong. DO you listen? No, Alice thinks Bella is good, Bella won't destroy what we've worked to create and see? Just look where its lead us."

Alice's face was downcast, silent despite her usual sprite-like personality. Something had hit her hard. She had never been like this, at least not when she was with our family.

"Out of all the things I've ever seen, I never imagined…"

Her orange honey eyes glanced up towards the staircase, worried.

"You think he's going to be alright? I mean, he did show up right when she converted. She might have-"

"HUSH!" Alice smacked me, waving her hands up and down in an effort to silence everyone in the room. "He may be silent, but I will swear my life he can still hear us!"

Covering her pursed lips, Esme stood up and swiftly took leave out the door to join the boys.

"Rose." She addressed me, her eyes wide.

"Hm?"

"How long do you think we can keep this from him? Their always together, we can't let this go on much longer. She destroyed Alec. If she attacked me…."

"She could kill all of us." I finished for her, meeting her eyes once more as a worry bubble rose up my throat, swallowing in vain to remove it. We were in dire trouble.

EDWARD'S POV

Rolling onto my back, I groaned. I needed Bella desperately now more then ever. I need to feel her, see her, most importantly, I ached to possess her as my own, grouped under her ancient quilt that lay forgotten on her bed.

Bella had attacked Alice. There was no way around it, she did what she did. And now there had to be a price.

Despite the ache that demanded I find Bella and now, I couldn't bring myself to leave the house. I had tried, rest assured, but the door refused to let me pass.

So that's why she knew they'd be long gone by time I started searching…

Pulling her pillow up to my face, I pressed my nose into it as I wound myself around it. It even tasted like her skin.

I missed her already. A mere 18 hours since I last saw her and I felt my existence disappearing, felt the life leaving my eyes as the image of her began to blur, even in the slightest. I would eventually forget her in time…

The door creaked open, but I had no will to look who had entered. The bed that I lay sprawled on creaked as a slight weight sat beside me, long fingers running gently across my forehead, soothingly.

I felt like a forlorn child, sent to bed without supper and pouting sourly in his room. In both cases something desperately wanted had been ripped away.

My mother, well sort-of-mother, turned my face up towards hers, the fingers moving to lace and weave through my hair.

"Edward, its alright darling."

No it's notI thought bitterlyNot even close

"We'll figure this out somehow."

No we won't. They already took her from me.

She stayed, and I'll always remember that. Through the darkness of my dementia, she had sat, holding the last lifeline, waiting for me to grab hold.

She must have known that Bella would return for me if she could. Or that if she didn't I'd find another like she had.

ALICE'S POV

I honestly didn't believe what had happened.

Never before had I been so certain, never before had I been so let down. My stomach ached deeply where her hand had slashed. Jasper, in a heroic stance, had quickly removed my shirt as soon as the blood leaked through, saving the white sweater vest somewhat, as he checked for eternal damage so close to my only working organ.

Rosalie pestered my face, insisting that without assistance it would definitely scar and ruin my complexion, though I wasn't one to care at the moment.

Bella. She had been the one to do this. It had happened so quickly I almost didn't know what was going on as She had sent me across the meadow into the foliage.

Something outside caused the boys to begin to act up. Rushing towards the patio, I ran outside at the sight of our trouble, being shouldered by Jasper, Emmett facing the more drastic threat to their household, the foreign women.

Pushing my way between them, I took Bella from my mate, who looked more interested in my health at the moment then the mortal human.

Her eyes were of molten silver, floating in and out, heating and cooling, her skin drastically cold, even in comparance to my dead flesh.

"Em, let them come inside." Bella croaked out through chilled lips. Nodding to them, we began to toddle into the house to the kitchen to warm her back up to standards.

NARRATOR POV

Saw you laughing aloud to your friends when I was across the room,

I was across the room.

I'm sick of standing alone when you're here.

Who's good enough for you?

Who's good enough for you?

Well it's only love it's not real anyways.

You're gonna die in somebody else's arms

And I have to live with that.

You're gonna die in somebody else's arms

And I have to live with that.

Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.

Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.

And I'll say "Send me a card when you can, to where you think you should be."

Are where you think you should be?

Too bad, you're missing the boat and I'm gone.

Call me when you come around.

Will you call me when you come around?

Well it's only love it's not real anyways.

It's only love, it's not real.

You're gonna die in somebody else's arms,

And I have to live with that.

You're gonna die in somebody else's arms,

And I have to live with that.

Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.

Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life.

I'll be happy to see you happy, if it's with me or without me around.

I'll be happy to see you happy, if it's with me or without me around.

There's too much, too much I know I'll never say.

Please take me back, please take me back.

But you're gonna die in somebody else's arms,

And I have to live with that.

You're gonna die in somebody else's arms,

And I have to live with that. (I have to live)

Well I hope you have a good life, hope you have a good life. [x4

Jacob snuck around through the muck into the southern corner of the Cullen house. The large crystal chandelier reflected against the glass pane wall sparkling almost as brightly as the evening star.

Bella, as far as he could tell, was in good company with her vampiric group. Clan his wolf corrected him bitterly as a snarl ripped from deep within his chest.

A thin white gown clung to her skin, which had taken a bright red look to it, splotches of white here and there marking frostbite. The dress had two thin strands linking the neck of the dress, leaving the collar open and exposed. The burnt red scar glowed in the iridescent lighting.

She should be his, she should be here with him, in this thunderstorm-downpour that cracked through the forest with eternal power.

But instead, he let her choose. He left her to decide her fate. And she chose wrong.

Moving around the house to get a closer look at her face, his black eyes gently traced the soft outline of her face, over her full red lips, up her bold cheekbones to her empty silver eyes.

They moved, scanning the outside world that, had it been the untrained eye that searched, would have found the surroundings barren.

But not Bella, not his sweet Bella.

No, her eyes swept gently across the plant floor to the tree he stood behind, trembling in his drenched clothes, petrified with many forms of fear that he had never encountered before.

Her eyes, although bright, were hallow, and entranced him, catching him like a deer in the headlights.

Turning her head away towards a woman he had never seen before, the spell broke and he was once more Jacob Black.

Shivering, he decided to high tail it back to the Quileute territory.

BELLA POV

The water dripped languidly down my face, my body previously numb from the cold that had chilled me to the bone. Alice flitted here and there; grabbing warming food and pushing it beneath my face, hoping that one might find me peace from this constant cold.

A bowl of soup fresh from the stovetop sloshed as it was slid gently in front of me on the beautiful Oakwood table.

"Oh come on Bella." Alice tried, picking up the spoon and pressing it to my lips. Rosalie wrapped another blanket over my shoulders, tucking it around my neck gently, before she dragged Emmett from the house, wiping their hands of me entirely.

I could hear the woman and child shifting around on the white vinyl sofa in the living room.

Ha my brain kicked at its little joke. Living room, I get it, house of the living dead.

"I would be more worried about her over heating if I were you."

Alice sent a deadly glare towards the pair cuddled against the couch, before leaning back down to me, a pleading look spread out for me only.

"Just one tiny bite Bella? Please. For me?" Her yellow gold eyes smoldered, catching out the orange embers of the lit fireplace, another attempt at warming me that had failed, my skin still as clammy as it had been when I had arrived with the Rashaka and daughter.

A sharp movement caught my delicate eye outside the glass window wall. A tree shifted in the darkness, and my eyes pinpointed the movement.

They traveled up from the motion, to set firmly on the trunk and the further back, into a set of eyes, dark and cold, angry perhaps, as they opened in fear of me.

No! my mind shouted, Don't be afraid of me!

My body shifted and my vision quickened to a deadlier intensity. The soft beating of my heart and the being outside the house stopped together and began to pull like magnets through the wall.

Finally breaking the spell, I looked up at Esme, smiling before I finally broke down, the tears swallowing me again, as I grabbed hold of her pretty, strawberry cream dress and buried my face into it, letting her pull me from my seat under her arm to the stairs, where Edward waited for me.

His gaze burned me deeply, and so I adverted my vision form his, attempting beyond odds to hide-

"Bella, what happened to your eyes?"

Disclaimer: I do not own Armor for Sleep nor their song Someone Elses arms, norf do I own Blue October and their song into the ocean. If I did, Ashley would have them chained to her bed, being forced to play End of the world every morning.

The Return of Questions and Answers.

Q: Have you ever read the city of bones?- Kanamelover

A: Actually I have not, but my sister did. She found it had too much incest for her liking, so I never read it, seeing as our tolerance levels are about the same.

Q: But uuh since Edward just threw up... wouldn't it be really gross to French him?- Kanamelover

A: Ha ha.. Yeah funny story about that. My friend, Kiki and I were discussing the matter of how the vampires got rid of the food they ate, since they can't digest it anymore. We decided that since there is no digestion process, there wouldn't be any acids in his stomach (no liquids other then the poison in the body of a vampire) so therefore; it wouldn't be gross at all to kiss him. It would taste just like the food he had eaten earlier, because all that had changed was the state it was in. All that happened to it, was the equivalent of a pasta-shake.

Q: Who sings the song in chapter 3

A: The song is called Time is Running out and its by Muse

Q:

Finally I'd like to address the little shits trying to rewrite my story, its characters and its plots. I do not go stalking your fanfictions bitching and moaning on its minor indecencies, if there are such things in your work, so why the fuck are you getting on my ass about it? Cheri doesn't speak perfect French, you say, get the fuck over it, she's a 5 year old, how well do you want her to speak. And the fact that you cant spell for shit makes me giggly, you have no room to discredit anyone. Also, I wouldn't have you translate for me if you were the last native of French left after the Revolution, My best friend does all of my translations, thanks.