I wondered what it would be like to really die. I mean, I almost died so many times before – and when I actually did die, I didn't experience it. I was on drugs at that time, anyway. But – what does it feel like to have your body torn apart into shreds, while holding onto the fact that you haven't been burnt to a crisp yet? It wasn't a comforting thought, to say the least. However, I would take what I could get.

So far, I hadn't died yet. It seemed like Jane was working with a plan that she had – so – basically – she wouldn't kill me off until we reached Volterra. This gave me plenty of time to cling to the last memories that I had – all the happy times with Edward – and enough to fear the future before me. I wondered… really, what would happen when I died? Would Edward kill himself soon later? Or would he stay to take care of the child?

I closed my eyes tightly. I had to stop thinking such depressing thoughts. Jane took my hand softly, and led me to the gate where our international flight would be taking air. Any bystander would think that I was taking my strikingly beautiful younger sister to my college or something. No one would assume that she was leading me to my doom.

I opened my eyelids gently just as Jane ushered me on. "Come on," Jane said. Her smile was tight and forced, but she didn't let anyone else catch on. "Our flight will be in a few hours. We have to reach Gate 22." She didn't say the words I knew she was implying. We have to reach the gate so you can't escape. Those words were emblazoned into my memory. I would never escape from her grasp.

I would die.

I choked back any words of regret – from spilling out my whole life story to my soon to be murderess – and followed her to Gate 22. The flight was to leave in two hours. I sat down on the hard leather chair, and Jane sat down beside me. She hid behind a book that I assumed she hadn't much interest in, especially from the way she kept shifting her eyes towards me.

The smell of humans was intoxicating to my nostrils. I could imagine myself savoring in the smell and taste of the lovely blood and killing a few mortals while I was at it. I shook my head. I had given that up. I did it for Edward. I wasn't going to transform nor kill anyone else.

That wasn't saying much, considering my life span was shortening by the second.

"Are you hungry?" Jane asked sweetly, cocking her head towards me as if she was actually a kind person and was genuinely interested in my eating habits. "There's lots of food around here," she added, insinuating some sly terminology. She didn't even need to add 'If you catch my drift' or 'if you get what I mean'. I already knew what she was talking about. I clenched my jaw, and turned to her.

"Nope, not at all," I said, just as sweetly and high-pitched as she, "And I doubt I'd get anything around here. This isn't… my kind of food." I added, squinting as I tried to form the words. "What about you?" I asked, also as if I was actually interested.

Jane shook her head pleasantly. "No, I ate before I left. It was kind of like a feast," she nodded briskly. I winced. Feasting on humans… That was exactly what I had been thinking moments before, but the idea of her doing it sounded vile. She beamed at me as if we had been sharing some sort of an inside joke.

I continued to reflect on the moments as they passed. If Edward and I had been a happy family, we would be cooing over Masen. Alice would insist on taking me shopping for baby clothes. Rosalie would act like nothing had really changed and possibly ignore the baby. These sorts of thoughts made me feel a bit worse. I had ruined not only my life, but also Masen's. What if he grew up without me mothering him?

Well, okay. That might not be such a bad thing – I mean, what if I wouldn't be a qualified mother? But I would miss everything about him. I wouldn't get to see him grow up, find love, or even see if he became a vampire someday. This sort of thing wounded me. If I died, I would be the worst mother ever imagined…

Edward - please. If I die – don't come after me…

Edward's Point of View

It had begun to rain. Once more, I felt like the weather matched my every dreary thought. Bella was gone – and it was my entire fault. I hadn't stopped Jane – what, I couldn't stand for some sort of torture? I had pushed Bella into a corner and then left her completely vulnerable. I was not acting like a man – like I should act. I was being an unintelligible boy who only cares for his own needs…

That does not necessarily work, either. Bella is my only need – if I had been caring for my needs, I certainly would have been caring for her. I shouldn't have let this happen. I ran towards my house as soon as I felt the torture cease. I swung open the front doors and had to use all of my self-control to stop myself from – what do they call it nowadays? – breaking down.

I caught my breath as I noticed the house was in total disarray. The furniture was overthrown, the pictures broken. The vases that held flowers were scattered on the carpet. What had happened? I dared not call out anyone's name. It could only lead to more trouble. The door, thankfully, had shut inaudibly.

This was marvelous. Right when I need my family's help, they disappear. Wonderful. This is absolutely ravishing.

"Edward!"

I looked up to see Rosalie gripping the railing on the staircase like it was her last hope. She looked horrible – which takes a lot, considering she always takes much care to her appearance. I could see fresh bite marks on her skin. Her skin practically radiated the new marks as if they were a much desired accessory.

"Rosalie – what happened?" I managed to gasp out. She teetered down the steps and embraced me. "What's the matter?" I asked, returning the hug. It was devastating that vampires couldn't cry. Sometimes I think Rosalie would be a nicer one if she was able to. From what I could remember – and research – crying made you feel a hell of a lot better.

"Edward!" she cried out, unable to say much more than my name as of the moment. She pulled away awkwardly and stared at me through her cold golden eyes. "Werewolves… just – destroyed – everything," she heaved out. "Apparently… they thought we had Jacob," she managed to say rather quickly.

"What?" I gawked. "Couldn't they just smell it in here to tell that Jacob wasn't here?" I demanded. This wasn't fair – no, this wasn't right… "What about Masen?" I added, a tad fearful. What if Masen and Bella both died? I would probably stop living then and there…

Rosalie shook her blond head, and tried to smile. It wasn't working. "No, they thought we had covered up the smell." She was no longer in hysterics, and was gaining some control over her speech. "They had gotten a tab from someone that we were hiding him – they wouldn't say who – and assumed it to be correct. They raided the house, and when they didn't find him…"

"Are you taking out some details?" I asked conversationally, as if talking about the weather.

"Okay, well," Rosalie admitted, "we fought them, because we obviously didn't have him. This only seemed to anger them, and then they managed to disband us – don't look at me like that!" she hissed. "It's only temporarily… we thought it would be better if we looked for Jacob to help them. Just so nothing more than this happens, okay?" she snapped. As usual, Rosalie had some sort of temper.

"But what about the bite marks on your skin? And you look…" I shut my mouth as she sent me a silencing glare.

"It ends up that some vampires were in town, smelled us, and decided they wanted a piece of us at the same time!" she said in false enthusiasm, and then rolled her eyes dejectedly. "It was like fighting two at once, really – and I got a few bites here and there and I look like a total mess, you don't need to tell me that. And judging from your looks, you aren't faring much better."

"More vampires?" I questioned. "What? They weren't in the Volturi, then?" She shook her head, and then I added, "Jane took away Bella. She's going to kill her." I said, rather blandly. Rosalie's eyes widened at me. She brushed some of her yellow hair from her face and looked towards the ground, unsure of what to say.

Finally, she glanced up. "I'm sorry that this happened at the wrong time, Edward, I really am." I fidgeted a bit with my jacket, and she responded coolly, "Esme and Carlisle are out looking for Jacob; Emmett is in the other direction, looking for Jacob. Alice is currently looking after Masen – who wasn't injured at all, mind you – and Jasper is trying to fix up some of the furniture. So – uh – right now, all you have is me."

I sighed. Rosalie was pigheaded, and it appeared as if she was up for what was next. "I'll take what I can get, Rosalie," I nodded slightly. The corners of her mouth twisted up – it was the closest to a smile I had seen of her that day – and she asked, "So, what are we going to do?"

"I haven't figured anything out." I shook my head hotly, unprepared for this sudden twist in events. "Jane took Bella – but god knows where – and she's going to kill her. That's all the information I have right now," I gritted my teeth.

"Hm," Rosalie responded vaguely. She brushed some of the dirt from her face with the back of her hand and tilted her head slightly at me. "You have all the answers, Edward – come on. You could read her thoughts. I'm sure she was probably thinking something like, 'Oh, Bella – I'm going to take her to the airport and then send her off to Italy or something before I kill her and then return to the Volturi without having to make a spare trip. I can just tell them that she was killed off by Victoria – and avoid Aro's touch for a few days.' Something like that."

I stared at Rosalie. She pulled her eyebrows together, obviously confused. "You're a genius, Rosalie."

"Um, thank-you?" Rosalie replied. "What did I do, exactly?" I grabbed her by the arm and she suddenly understood. "Ah – okay – so you're going to the airport now… with me." Rosalie suddenly kept up to speed with me, and we hopped into my shiny silver Volvo.

"Here's to saving Bella," I said, starting the ignition on the road to rescue Bella.

A/N: Here's another chapter for all of you guys to mull over. I'm kind of liking Rosalie's character, so she's becoming a bigger part in the story. Sorry if you don't particularly care for her – she's here to stay. And Masen WILL have his part sometime in the story. And bear in mind that this story is a tragedy, and not many tragedies have happy endings. (: More stuff will be explained next chapter – like what the vampires were. It ends up that Edward and Rosalie have a long amount of time to chat in the future. Anyway, 8000 views! You guys rock! And 139 reviews… I'm close to 150. So please, please, please review and I'll love you all forever and ever!