A/N: Last chapter in this series. Review please! But mostly enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor did I inspire Machiavelli, but he inspired me. And so did Stephenie Meyer, who I am not.

50 years later:

I used to think happy endings were over rated. In all the books I've read in my 117 years of existence at least 3/4 of them ended happily. And movies. It is no secret that Americans have this weird obsession with movies that end happily.

But when it's your life, when it's your ending or to be continued, you want it to end with a happily ever after. Suddenly it's not so over rated. At all.

I'd like to think I deserve my happy ending. That somehow I knew all along that everything would be okay. That somehow when I was in that alley way 100 years ago, I knew everything would turn out happy.

Sure, I didn't get the life I had originally planned for. At first the ending was human. And then it was with Rob. And then with Edward. I guess we never have an ending. It's just one big to be continued. Where the ends (or lack there of) justify the means.