Epilogue

Demetri was dead instantly.

The gun fell from my grasp, falling to the ground. I heard the clattering noise echoing around me, fading away, and taking my hearing with it. My legs gave out beneath me as I fell to the ground.

"Bella!" Edward yelled, hysterical. He ran forward and caught me, just as I was about to hit the floor. He fell too, and the cold, stone ground chilled me as I lay there.

"Bella . . ." Edward whispered as he pulled me into his arms. I felt different, though. No longer felt the floating feeling, I just felt . . . tired.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

"They are okay, everyone is okay . . . he'll never hurt you again, Bella. He's gone."

And it was true, I knew he never would hurt me again. But it wasn't the mere fact that he was gone that soothed my worries, but the knowledge that whatever happened, Edward would be there. I looked up into Edward's emerald eyes, and smiled.

"You kept your promise."

-1 Month Later-

"I want to ride with Bella!" Alice shrieked, hitting Rosalie in the head with a rolled up newspaper.

"Alice, I am not a dog! You hit me with that again, and I'll rip your arm off," Rosalie sneered. "and I'm riding with Bella." She added, grinning smugly.

"I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors."

"Alice, you always win at that. Always."

"Yea, I know." Alice grinned smugly.

"You guys can both fit in the car." I said, referring to the backseats. Alice and Rosalie both looked at me blankly, and then the car, before turning to each other. They narrowed their eyes before they took off running towards the car.

"SHOTGUN!!" Rosalie screamed. Alice rammed into her side to push her out of the way. Rosalie rammed back, until they reached the car. Rosalie opened the door partway, before Alice started shoving into her side, prying her grip away from the door. I laughed as I walked to the driver's side and got into my newly fixed Lamborghini, and waited for them to settle down. They finally did, and we were ready to get this show on the road.

I stared straight ahead as I focused, before there was a call to my left. I rolled down my window and looked at the car next to me.

"So, I hear you're the best . . ." the voice said. I grinned.

"Yea, Bella Swan," I answered, grinning.

"Well, I'd like to challenge that. Edward Cullen . . . the other best driver in the world."

I looked ahead, concentrating once more. I watched in anticipation as the red piece of cloth wave through the air. My grip on the smooth, black leather steering wheel tightened, and the cheering of the crowd faded from my hearing as I emptied my mind and concentrated on nothing except the graceful movements of the flag. It whirled around again, before falling gracefully toward the ground. The adrenaline pulsed through my veins as my foot slammed down on the gas.

I was racing Edward again, except this time . . . I was a girl.

ONE MORE CHAPTER!

It's called "Deleted Scenes" and it's just pure hilarious shit.

The sequel is called "Prayer of the Refugee"