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Previously on Dilemmas: "Edward," I murmured quietly, "I need to fake my death."

I cast a nervous glance at the clock; it read 11:54am. My heart accelerated as I comprehended this piece of information. In just 6 minutes Edward would bite me, and I would begin my transformation into a vampire.

I was ecstatic, yet, scared out of my wits.

Life had been eventful since Edward and I returned from our honeymoon. As soon as we set foot on Washington soil, the gears in my brain had set in motion, formulating a plan.

Alice had the pictures from the reception developed while we were away. Edward and I arrived home to find masses of envelopes filled with pictures on the kitchen table. It took me a while to sort through them. All of my favourites I was pasting into large scrapbooks. I had them sorted into different categories. Each person in my family had their own page or two, as did my good friends. There were a few pages dedicated to the rest of the guests and the decorations. A whole album was devoted to just pictures of Edward and me.

There were a few photos that I loved so much I went out and bought doubles of them. Someone had managed to capture a humorous picture of the bridal party at the dinner table. On the far right hand side of the picture were Emmett and Jasper, both crazed with laughter, next to them was Edward, his eyes stony and hard. I had a look between confusion and lust on my face and Alice was trying hard not too laugh. The picture made me chuckle and went on the cover of one of the albums with the caption "My new family".

There were an assortment of wonderful pictures of the bridal family, the cakes, my dress and the various antics of the guests. My favourite picture was a picture of Edward and me, dancing. The light had caught the side of my dress, turning it blue and purple. I was leaning heavily on Edward, with my face resting on his chest. My eyes were closed and I had a small, yet exhilarated smile on my face. The look on Edward's face turned the photo from cute to amazing. The light was reflecting off his face, accenting his perfect features, he looked like an angel from a painting. He was looking down at me and his expression was a mixture of pure bliss and adoration. It was a perfect representation of our relationship.

I had multiple copies of the picture made. One was resting on the bedside table now, next to the clock. Another was on the cover of our scrapbook and others were stored in the pocket at the back of the album. I wanted to keep that picture forever,

I had also spent some time with Charlie, making the most of my last few days with him. It was difficult, but I had a good time, and I was confident that Charlie wouldn't starve. I had cooked him enough meals to last him a year.

Similarly, I had phoned Renee to tie up all loose ends with her. Our conversation was long and animated. She wanted every detail about the honeymoon, and I gave her most of them. Then she chatted about Phil and his work and her newest hobby: pie baking. It was nice to talk to my mother, I missed her exuberant personality.

Finally, I knew I could delay no longer, and I set a date to carry out my "death". I had two rules for myself. Firstly, there could be no body, or any evidence that I was still alive, well, that I existed anyways. Second, there had to be witnesses so there would be no questions afterwards.

Edward was strongly against faking my death. He wanted to wait until I was a vampire and do it then. He seemed to think I would be in less danger if I waited till I was immortal. There was no way I was going to wait that long. I had already made my decision: before I joined Edward in the realms of the undead, I wanted to sever all ties to the living.

My plan began on a clear summer's night. I had managed to convince Angela to go out with me on a girl's movie night in Port Angles. It was late by the time we drove back into the outskirts of Forks. My truck was running low on gas, so we stopped at an old gas station just outside the town limits to fill up. I sent Angela inside to pay; I needed to make sure she was safely within the building before setting my plan in motion.

To the security cameras, it looked simply as though I finished filling up the truck and walked to the other side of the vehicle where I stood leaning against the driver's door as though waiting for Angela. It seemed as though the car on the other side of the pump, pulled away and the driver threw a cigarette out the window.

In an instant the flames spread to the pump, which exploded violently. My truck and I were instantly engulfed by the flames. There was no way I could have survived the explosion, even the truck was quickly incinerated.

Angela and the attendant had only survived because the thick brick walls of the building protected them, just as I had planned.

Although, if anyone studied the tape very closely, they would notice I disappear from the side of my car half a second before the pump blows up. Emmett, the mysterious driver, made sure he threw the match a far enough distance from me that I had a chance to get away. In the moment before the pump blew up, Edward ran out from his hiding place behind me, snatched me up, and bolted to safety. He was too quick for the old security technology to pick up; it would look as though I had been killed in the explosion.

Edward had run me back to our house where we waited for the call that we knew would come. He had fussed over me, making certain I was uninjured and except for a few singed hairs, I was fine. It only took a few minutes before the phone rang and Charlie was begging Edward to come quickly. It was painful to hear Charlie's broken voice.

Of course Edward had to leave me then, to go "grieve" for his new wife.

The hardest part of the plan was not the good-bye's, nor the danger of the explosion, but standing by and watching the aftermath. The reactions of the people I loved were painful to endure.

The whole town mourned the tragic loss of one of its youngest inhabitants. There were articles in the newspaper, a vigil set up at Charlie's and a special mass at the church. The Cullens received heaps of sympathy cards, which I was forbidden to read. I was caught between the horrible curiosity and need to see what people had written, but at the same time, I didn't want to know, I knew it would just make it harder for me.

For days after my "death" I stayed cooped up in the house, waiting for the tumult to calm down. I restlessly worked on my scrapbooks, to keep myself busy. The only breaks I got from the monotony of house were the few blissful afternoons when Edward and I managed to escape to our meadow and relax in the sun.

Since Edward was the grieving husband, it was up to him to plan the funeral. He played his part well. To the townspeople it seemed as though he was sinking into a deep depression. He refused to leave the house except to discuss funeral plans with Charlie. When he did leave, he made sure his clothes were slightly messy and he purposely didn't go hunting for a few days to maximize the bags under his eyes.

I wasn't allowed to go to the memorial service. The rest of the Cullens left me alone in the house for the day, and they went to the phony funeral. I cleaned the house in a futile attempt to keep my mind and body busy. When the whole house was cleaned I finished the last scrapbook, and then spent a few hours edgily flipping through them. All the same, it was a relief when the others came home.

They wouldn't talk about the funeral, though I asked about it. They said I didn't need to know about my own funeral, but from the newspaper I learned that most of the town had showed up to pay their respects.

My mother flew in for the funeral. She came to visit the Cullens, to mourn with them and I was shut up in Edward's room for my mother's visit. I spent the whole time crying silently in response to my mother's bawling downstairs. It hurt to know that I was the one causing her all this pain and that I was unable to go comfort her.

The whole family tried to help me with the guilt. Jasper was there, at the ready to use his special skill on me if the guilt began to overtake me. I had to admit, I was thankful for his help in those first few days. Alice gave me numerous makeovers, manicures and pedicures in the hopes that it would help. Emmett was a constant source of comic relief and Esme and Carlisle were there if I ever needed to talk. Even Rosalie did her best; she was almost nice to me. Of course, Edward was the most help, my constant companion. He didn't leave my side for a moment, except to hunt.

The only ones who didn't fall for the ruse were the wolves. They knew that it was only a lie to allow myself the freedom to change. They didn't try to contact me, I hadn't even heard from Jacob since the wedding. Edward let it slip that the pack had sent a clear warning through Jacob during the funeral: the wolves were ready to defend the treaty.

This made me feel nervous; I was worried they would come after my family. The Cullens had all reassured me that we would leave Forks as soon as my transformation was over. We didn't know where we would go, but it would be far from here. It saddened me that I would never be able to come back to Forks, but since I had no more connections here, it would be easier.

The hype after my death was nowhere near over, but I didn't want to delay my transformation any longer; I was ready, so I set the date for my change for two days after my funeral.

Finally, after weeks, no months of waiting, the day was here.

I glanced at the clock again. It was 11:59. I shuffled so that I was lying even closer to Edward on our gigantic bed.

We didn't speak. We spent the last few moments of my life silently, in a tight embrace, gazing intently into each other's eyes. Two molten gold orbs stared at me, taking in everything, committing my face to memory. My expression mirrored his exactly. I studied his face, willing myself to remember this moment forever.

His white hand reached out, it caught a ray of sunlight from the window and rainbows danced over his face. I closed my eyes to enjoy the icy feel of his hands as he traced my features.

The watch on the bedside beeped as it changed to noon, like church bells tolling a death.

Edward slowly removed his hand from my face.

"Are you ready, Bella?" His eyes were wide with worry and apprehension and just behind that I caught a small glimpse of excitement, and hope.

Knowing that Edward wanted this too, made it easier.

"I'm ready."

The tsunami of emotions inside of me threatened to burst out and overtake me at any moment. It was like my wedding day, but the emotions were ten times as strong. I focused on Edward to keep myself in check. It worked. I was lost in his eyes as he moved his face closer to mine.

"Stay with me," I whispered just before his face came down on me.

His lips moved softly on mine, "I won't leave you. I promise."

Then before I had a chance to think, or even to breathe, he kissed me.

It was a new type of kiss, harder, fiercer, as if he was no longer as worried about hurting me. I was surprised, I wasn't expecting a kiss, I was expecting a bite, not that I was complaining. I threw myself in without thinking. My hands knotted in his hair, desperate in my last few moments of life. I barely noticed when Edward rolled so that, yet again, he was hovering over me. Still, we kissed.

All too soon, I had to break away for fear of passing out from lack of oxygen. Edward's cold lips never stopped moving. I shivered as they slowly kissed a path from my lips to my jaw to my ear and down my neck. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck as Edward's jaws clamped down, hard, and his teeth broke the skin.

I heard myself gasp. It wasn't exceptionally painful, I was simply taken aback. Edward had given me no warning.

His teeth stayed there for what felt like an eternity, but must have only been a few seconds, releasing all his venom into me. I stayed perfectly still, the icy smooth lips one of the last things I would feel. I watched his face as he moved away, and I saw him subtly lick the drops of my blood off his teeth. His eyes were hard, focused; staring at something behind me. I could only imagine how difficult this was for him.

He didn't touch me. Instead he closed his eyes and took a long slow breath regaining his control. When he opened them again, his eyes were back to the usual molten gold, though they were now a deeper orange, with a slightly redder tint, then gold.

The pain hadn't set in yet. I knew it would only take a minute. At the moment my wound was tingling unpleasantly.

Edward scooped me up, his self-control back in place, and cradled me in his arms, gently rocking me back and fourth.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice breaking. His deep eyes held only two emotions now: intense anxiety and love. The exact emotions I was feeling.

The tingling was increasing, and beginning to spread to my shoulders and my face. It was a little more then uncomfortable now. I was vaguely aware of the rest of the family coming in and silently settling around the room. I didn't look at them; Edward and I were focused only on each other.

The wound was starting to burn now, not too badly, but I knew it was only a matter of seconds before it started. My breathing increased as I fought against the pain.

"Edward," I said breathlessly when I knew I had only seconds left, "I love you!"

"I know. I love you t-" but I didn't hear the rest of the sentence. At that exact moment my wound exploded. White hot pain radiated quickly from my neck to the rest of my body. I writhed uselessly in Edward's lap. It was pain worse then I ever could have imagined. My body felt as if it was being burned by a thousand degree fire and at a same time hundreds of knives were stabbing me from the inside.

The last thing I saw was Edward's face before my vision was clouded by the pain. My back arched violently and I let out a blood-curdling scream.


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