Chapter 13

Peter's POV

I watched Bella running away trying to hide her tears and heartbreak. She really missed Jasper, more than a normal human should. But anyways, nothing was normal with this little human. I talked to Jasper, explaining him the situation, as the front door smashed open, and ten furious newborns barged in.

„Holy fuck!" I yelled as a newborn lunged for my throat, while the others followed his lead. I faintly heard Jasper calling me, and Char's worried voice, but I was more focused on the bloodthirsty newborns around me. I easily dodged them; their moves were predictable. It was like you're playing a game with a five year old, and you could easily read his descision in his eyes and on his face. They weren't controlled; the newborns, I mean. They were snapping their teeth, desperately trying to bite my neck, arm or any inch of skin they were able to reach. I saw a blurry figure dashing upstairs and as I tried to follow it, the rest of the newborns attacked again.

I fought back, all the time listening intently on the situation upstairs. I had a feeling that Bella is in danger, and my fears proved correct as I heard Bella's erratic heartbeat. She was scared. Very scared. I heard a female voice, a very well-known voice that contained that nasal hint, barely noticeable but still present. I shuddered invardly, recalling my former reactions to her voice. Once, I feared her; now, I feel sorry for someone who once upon a time was a ruler of the South.

I heard a thud and a shriek and the smell of blood. Bella, I thought as I killed the remaining newborns. I made my way through the bodies when I heard another thud and a crack and I stopped in my tracks. What if..I shook my head, refusing to let the pesimistic side of my personality to come to surface. I entered Bella's room, fiding her lying on the floor, being completely still as Maria's teeth sunk into her flesh. I ripped her away from her, feeling relieved as I found no traces of Maria's venom in Bella's system, and I swallowed the venom that pooled in my mouth as Bella's blood flew freely from her arm. I turned my attention back to Maria, and she was crouched, venom dripping from her mouth as she growled at me.

„Ah, Peter cariño. ¿Cómo estás?" she asked sweetly, but I looked right through her, through her blood crazed eyes, as she glanced at the crimson liquid. I fake smiled at her, replying in the same language,

„Bien, hasta que apareciste." I saw the smile on her lips fading and she snarled again. Then, we heard a weak voice from behind,

„Peter.." I quickly glanced at the helpless human, lying broken on the wooden floor,

„What, Little One?" I asked nonchantaly, trying to hide the ever present concern and worry. She chuckled hoarsely, and winced.

„Why are you wasting your time? Kill her already." To say I was shocked was an understatement. The human that Jasper always talked about being compassionate and caring for another person's life was literally encouraging me to kill my boss in the last 54 years? I smiled creepily as I continued to gaze at Maria.

„Good idea, Little One." Maria laughed, although the laugh was slightly shaky.

„You wouldn't. I'm too strong, remember?"

„Nobody's 'too strong', Lady. Now, prepare for death." As I crouched down I saw Maria glancing at the clock. She smiled again,

„Oops. I'm late. Sorry, I can't play now." And with this she jumped through the window and into the darkness. I sighed in relief and I turned back to Bella. Her eyes were open, though clouded with pain and a little smile crept up her lips. She was weak.

„Peter..." I leaned in to hear what's she going to say, but nothing came. After a long pause she took a shaky breath and whispered,

„Charlotte..." What the fuck? I thought as she continued to inhale and exhale painfully.

„Emmett..." She's calling the ones she loves.

„Rose..." The Blonde? Since when are they friends?

„Charlie..." her dad. Funny thing she doesn't mention her mother much. Maybe they aren't so close as are usual daughter and mothers. I heard her breathing heavily as she struggeled to force her breath to become coherent words.

„Jasper..." she finally choked out and I saw a salty tear lonely racing down her pale cheek. I could feel my own eyes starting to water and I wiped them away, only to realize that my body was unable to produce and shed them. And besides that, men don't cry. Do they?

„Bella, hold on.." I whispered desperetaly, trying to keep her alive. Her chest lifted as she breathed and suddenly it started slowing down as her heartbeat became nearly unnoticeable.

„No.." I nearly yelled as Bella's breathing stopped. I waited for her chest to rose again but it didn't. I turned her on her back gently, stiffing as I heard her bones moving uncomfortably. I placed my large hands gently on her heart, pupming, trying to force the fleshy organ to beat, but it wouldn'd listen. It continued to rest. I moved away as realization dawned on me.

No, oh God, no. Please, God, please no, no! I chanted over and over again in my head. I simply refused to believe my eyes and my brain, refusing to accept the truth. But as I sunk down on my knees, I knew it was unavoidable.

Isabella Marie Swan is dead.

How the fuck should I tell this Jasper...

Isabella POV (after Peter started freaking out.)

As I drifted into the unconsciousness, my last thoughts were about Jasper and my family. My new family. And I was leaving them heartbroken.

Was my destiny really this full of heartbreak and pain? Hasn't God planned any happiness to me and those around me? What have I done to deserve this?

Well, maybe dating a vampire and running with 'em wasn't my wisest choice of surviving this life. Being bitten by one made the whole situation only worse. I should have gained some immunity system by now. I sighed mentally and snuggeld my insides closer together to embrace the soft, warm tingling running up my already crushed spine, warming my almost cold and dried blood, almost forcing it to flow and boil in my veins again. The warm feeling was..comfortable.

„No, Peter! It can't be true! It just can't!" a very sad, familiar voice roared. I felt a urge to comfort it..him or her. I wanted to hug it close to me and soothe it, whispering something along the lines 'Everything will be alright..' but my body refused to move, my brain refused to let the signals.

„I'm so sorry, Jasper. I truly am."

Jasper. Jasper. Jasper. Jasper. Jasper. Jasper.

Jasper.

My unbeating heart twitched but didn't beat. It simply showed the last sign of life, reacting under the magic of this beautiful name and the person wearing it.

Jasper

My Jasper. The selfish little brat in the far corner of my clouded mind purred lazily.

„She spoke your name lastly, every letter hanging on her lips longer than needed. She loved you the most; more than her own father, than those two McCarthy's, more than us. She loved you so much it was painful for her to hear your voice from distance." Peter continued.

What happened to me?

„While we were talking, ten newborns barged in.."

Newly created vampires.

„They tried to kill me, giving the green light for someone to kill Bella."

Maria.

Her name was a curse, a dirty word, a brand for a simply put horrible person, killing for her own joy, enjoying every drop of blood or venom shed on the battlefield.

„Maria.." the beautiful man whispered at the same time as my spirit cursed her for causing him pain.

„She managed to escape. But I assure you, Jasper, we will find her and you'll get the honour to kill her."

No way! I want to kill her! To shred her to pieces and to burn it once by once! I want to make her suffer as Jasper did, I want her to go to Hell and back!

Suddenly, everything fell silent. There weren't sounds, smells, pictures. Just pure darkness surrounding me, stretching to infinity. I mentally sighed, turning around, trying to find a recognizible object, to have something new to enjoy the excitement of seeing something unseen but as always, luck wasn't on my side.

How many hours have passed, how many days have passed since I lost contact with the outer world? How long will I be caged in myself, with this everflowing fire in my body, hugging every cell of mine?

I felt I was picked up and in cold water. If I was still...alive I would've shuddered but my body was still, eyes most likely closed, expression peacful, not giving away the turmoil I felt inside. I felt fabric gliding over my cold body. After a few ruffeling sounds and more carrying I was finally placed on something so soft, so fluffy, I immedietaly wished I could open my eyes, to see this. Then I heard a choked sob, and something closed. The voice became more and more unrecognizable, until I heard nothing. I heard soft thuds , echoing in the suffocating silence I was engulfed in. Then I realized.

They burried me. They put me in a coffin and burried me six feet under the surface and underneath the walking deads. Ironical.

I sighed again, thinking.

How far shall I reach for Heaven?

How deep shall I fall to burn in Hell?

Author's Note: Finally I have cmpleted the 13th chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, because writing this chapter was so MUCH fun! I hope you'll drop a few reviews because you motivate me to write faster and complete this story!

I want to thank you. And I think you noticed that I used some original Twilight quotes in my book I just don't know which chapters. I just know I used them in two of thirteen chapters.

Well again, enjoy and review!

Lilah