I the words of Scott Adams (author of the comic strip Dilbert) Notice: this isn't nearly as funny as I thought it was going to be so I'll just skip to the big finish. In my case it's interesting to write instead of funny… but anyway I'm skipping to the ending I have had planned out for a while. Let me set the stage: The Volturi have decided to visit their old friend Carlisle especially after hearing about the mysterious magical Bella, of course he brothers come as well to visit their old friend, Lets go!

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We weren't exactly sure what was going to happen when the Volturi arrived. That of course, was my fault; I was too busy fogging up Alice's visions to actually help. That was unintentional, but still my fault.

We could only hope that Marcus, Caius and Aro were only dropping in to visit with Carlisle and meet the rest of the family but some who I felt that we had no such luck; I mean, I was there.

I sat anxiously on the couch holding hands with Edward who was next to me. There was a knock at the door and Esme was opening it before I could lift my head. I was surprised that Edward didn't hear their thoughts and notify the family of the presence. They had probably already heard their footstep but I wouldn't have since I didn't have as acute of hearing as the rest of the Cullens. They stood on our doorstep with long black cloaks like Grim Reapers except without the scythes, hoods and all. I had to admit that it was quite impressive. They all filed in and sat down in the living room there were at least 7 of them. Three of which I recognized from Carlisle's painting as Aro, Marcus and Caius.

Idle conversation went on for some time but I tuned it all out preferring to completely zone out. They was one question that awoke me though.

"Edward, are you sure you wouldn't unite your impressive talent with the Volturi?" Caius questioned.

"No, I am perfectly content where I am, thank you," Edward replied with a swift glance in my direction.

"Well you know we simply can't leave such unique talents such as yours and your mates out in the open where they can be used against us," Marcus countered. That had everyone sitting bolt up.

"Are you threatening my children?" Esme exclaimed incredulously, "We are a family and have done nothing to insult your rein in the past!"

"Is that so? I seem to remember something about letting a human know of our existence and not killing it." It was Aro now. Why was it that in the end this all came back too me. If I hadn't been too stubborn to ignore Edward's warnings and had not flirted what I wanted out of Jacob I wouldn't be jeopardizing Edward and his family.

"But she is a vampire now, no harm done!"

"But, you left her without supervision and let another change her; did you not?" At this we were silent. The Volturi did have a point.

"And we would never dare to do such a thing again!" Carlisle defended

"Ah, but the Volturi cannot afford to give second chances. It destroys our image. So either the offender comes with us, and the human dies or you all must die. I am very sorry, Carlisle but I cannot make exceptions for old friends."

At this Edward lost control and attacked deciding the fate for the rest of us thought was no doubt what the rest of us would choose, to defend our family, it was the only choice in the end. The fight had begun.

They had us outnumbered but only slightly. I saw I small vampire cackling evilly while glaring in Edward's direction, I saw Edward twitching in pain on the floor. It was too much. I was frozen. I couldn't breathe, nor could I help as he was ripped in to pieces and thrown into the fire.

I couldn't hear. I couldn't scream as the vampire now fell upon me. I could not fight back nor could I call out for help. Inside I was already died. My heart had died. The other half had died and the part that I still held was failing quickly.

I saw the purple smoke rising. To those who did not know what it was, it may have been beautiful. For me, it was nothing but the truth.

Fire represented everything I knew. The passion and desire that ran between Edward and me. The anger at everything that had torn us apart. The power that I lacked to hold us together. The danger that surrounds us now and forever. Life itself. It was the thing that pulled us together and pushed us apart. That had burned us and healed us.

In the end it was fire that had brought me into eternity, and now it was fire that brought me into something new. Whether it was more fire, a place with Edward or nothing at all, it was fire that had driven us all the hatred and love, jealously and gratitude.

In the end the nature of fire was all around me, pulling and twisting, breaking and fixing. I could only hope that contained within the nature of fire was hope itself.