"I'm home!" Rexy shouted, his voice ringing through the house. The front door slammed behind him. Grinning madly, I rushed into the living room. Rexy stood in front of the door, his arms opened for a hug. I leaped into his ready arms. We both laughed as our lips met for a long, delicious kiss.

"Did you miss me?" Rexy joked, winking, once we finally pulled back.

"Always," I said, winking back, and we spun around, laughing madly, until turning up on an awkward heap on the couch. Taking a moment to catch unnecessary breaths, I built up the courage to ask him about my newest craving, the one to leave our lives and go to Forks. Looking Rexy straight in the eyes, showing him I was completely serious, I opened my lips to speak.

"Can we go to Forks?"

"Forks?" Rexy asked, giving me a curious glance. He knew all the pain that resided in that little town. When I had told him about the Cullen family, I had told him everything about little, sunless Forks. The place that had seemed like my prison at first had turned into a beautiful town.

"Yes," I answered, looking down, hoping he wouldn't the suggestion down. I knew he was happy here, and guilt went through me for a moment, asking him to leave.

"Of course, Bells," He replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "But why?" He was probably on top of the world – he had been telling about how I needed to stop running from my past for ages.

"Maybe I can finally make peace with my past," I told him as truthfully as possible. "So then maybe I can move on with my future," and accompanied the words with a light kiss. I wanted my future to be with Rexy. He knew that.

"I'll go anywhere with you, Bella," Rexy said, and his expression held more emotion than a kiss ever could. "I'll follow you anywhere."

I smiled, looking at Rexy with love radiating out of me in pulses and waves. "Thanks, Rex," I said, having no idea how to say what I really felt. I didn't have the way with words Rexy did.

"But Bells?" Rexy questioned.

"Yeah, Rex?"

"When we get to Forks, those boys are going to be all over you, " he said in a joking tone, and we both laughed. "So can I show them you're completely mine?"

I grinned, looking down. He had posed it as an innocent joke, but we both knew he was serious. "I'd like that."

With those words, Rexy pulled something out of his jeans pocket, and chuckled at my astonished expression. "I hope you're not mad at me, " he started, grinning softly. "It's not a diamond. But I thought it was beautiful, all the same."

I look at the ring. It was a black gem, with little red stones crushed into it. A few blue and purple stone surrounded it, and was held together by a pale sliver band. It was really beautiful, I thought in awe.

I smiled up at Rexy. "Of course I'm not mad! It's beautiful, Rex. Thank you, so much"

"Don't say thanks, " he responded with a sly smile. "I want to give you more, a thousand times more."

"You already have." And I leaned into him, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

Edward's POV:

I turned through the familiar streets in Forks, and parked in a familiar place. I could have driven down these roads blindfolded. But the warped house in front of him? It wasn't familiar, at all. If I hadn't nearly lived in it with my Bella, I wouldn't have known what it was, at all. The house was almost completely destroyed. Only the burnt shards and two somewhat crumpled walls showed that there was once anything there at all.

Looking through the house, I could see the forest was untouched, unburned. It seemed to be the only thing that made since anymore. And with that thought, I understood something with a deadly silence. I had to go back to our meadow, and face that ghost of my mistakes of murder and blood that resided there after all these years. With the grim task above, I took longer than it should've had to travel the path that I had traveled so many times before.

Then I was there. It unfolded so quickly; I jumped back in shock, as if it was an illusion of some type. But it was real…almost too real. The meadow was still beautiful, hidden away in the forest where nothing could harm it. It still looked exactly the same as… as the day I had killed her. Thinking back, one of the things that'll bother me until the day I die was that I ran, like a coward. I couldn't even face it, and it was the weakest moment of my life.

Like it was on videotape, the scene played over and over, replaying until I had to scream to drown it out, scream to hide the awful guilt that came hand in hand. First, it was Bella and I, together, and happy. Bella looked the so, so beautiful, that I felt shivers go down my spine. She stroked my chest, as it exploded into rays of light against the sun, and looked puzzled, but amazed by the strange beauty of it. For the first time since her death, I was remembering the brilliant times, when we were happy and in love. I had almost forgotten they had even existed. She was never afraid of me- not until it had been too late. Her terrified cry filled my mind again.

The next scene didn't bring a soft chuckle, or heart-warming smile. I leapt towards Bella, only one word on my mind: blood. Blood. Not how insanely beautiful or special she was, not how I want to marry her one, day, but the liquid that was pulsing through her veins. Blood. I needed Bella's blood more than anything. I was predator; she was pray. And now, I was focused on the hunt. I watched the events in slow motion, until I couldn't take it anymore.

"I killed her!" I told the world, begging it to stop tormenting me with the images. "I killed her! I know I'm guilty!" I screamed even louder, breaking the silence. "I sucked her blood! I sucked her blood until there was none left! I'm a monster!" I collapsed to the ground. "I'm a monster," I whispered, "is that what you want to hear? Is it?" I sunk into numbness, the closest thing to sleep I could ever get.


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