21

The End

I was back in the guest room of our house that I had turned into my room. And I was crying. I finally knew exactly what had happened on that fateful night, how Edward had met his human end. I knew what that monster had done to my husband. And the hate I felt towards her was undescribable.

Now I knew that I was right about Victoria: she is a vampire. It seemed that she's the leader of a whole coven of vampires, at least that's what Laurent's emotions and feelings had told me. And she was personally responsible for what had happened to my husband. And I knew that I had to take her down, kill her and all her minions. I had to be the one to finish off Victoria James and her coven.

I had to be the one to finish off Victoria James and her coven. This thought repeated itself in my head as I sat blindly staring ahead of me. Easier said than done.

I was just a human, a puny human, not the incredible hulk. There's nothing special about me! Whereas Victoria was a vampire, with a whole coven of other vampires. They all had super speed and strength and whatnot. I didn't stand a chance against them!

Taking on Laurent was all very good and well, I'd taken him unawares, and incapacitated him. But I couldn't take on an entire coven of 22 vampires, according to Laurent's memories, like that.

I needed speed and agility to match theirs. And then I needed a very strong and well thought out plan. Then, maybe, I could stand a chance against them.

But how on earth was I supposed to gain that kind of strength and speed? Its not like I could just head to the gym, pump iron for a few months, and voilà. I don't think any amount of gym training would give me vampire strength or speed.

I got up and started to pace around the room, trying to figure out what to do.

It struck me that I was in danger. I'd just killed a vampire. When Victoria sees that Laurent isn't going to return to their mansion, she'd obviously investigate.

It was a given that she sent Laurent after me. If she had already gone to the "accident" spot, which i felt sure she had, she would obviously spot the residues of blood and grey dust and the stake on the highway. Vampires are supposed to have very keen eye sight and the rain has been steady and windless and moderate for the last few hours. So the dust wouldn't have been fully washed off.

It wouldn't take Victoria more than a few second to figure out that I'd done it. Then she'd know that I knew about her and her coven. That would make her perceive me as a threat. And that does not leave me with much time to come up with a good course of action against her.

It was all my luck that the vampires hadn't already tracked me down and hadn't already shown up at my front door. But how long before that ends up happening?!

I racked my brain and thought and thought. I couldn't figure out what to do. I had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind that I already knew what to do, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what it was.

And quite suddenly, a light bulb lit up in my head. I remembered. I heard it clearly in my head, as if Sue was right there next to me, narrating the story of the Shashwat -

"... you must then give them your blood and then replicate death; give them such a mortal injury that will mirror yours. Then they too shall be Shashwat".

"... They only drank a little blood from the three miscreants ...

"... Once every 40 days..."

I had vampire blood in my system. I needed to replicate death. Then I would have to drink some human blood to complete the process. I had to become a vampire to defeat vampires.

I knew this was the only way. There was no alternative. I knew what I had to do.

I slipped on a dressing gown and made my way to the garage - we kept sturdy ropes there. As I passed the kitchen window, I noticed it was getting light. A new day was dawning.

That's symbolic, I thought to myself, as I opened the door connecting the kitchen and the garage.

There on a shelf, I spotted the coil of thick rope I was looking for. I took the rope and went back into the house.

I went into the entrance hall and looked at the balustrade of the 1st floor landing. That would serve the purpose well. I climbed up the stairs and sat down in the middle of the landing. I made a noose, the way we were taught in girl scout summer camp, at one end of the rope. I put it through the gap between two balusters and let it hang a little way down. Then I tied the other end tightly to one of the balusters.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and got a chair. I put it directly under the noose and climbed up. With my hands I grabbed the noose and lifted my feet off the chair. I hung there for a few seconds to be sure that the rope was tightly tied and that it would support my weight.

Once I was sure of this, I climbed down from the chair and went back to the kitchen. I grabbed a medium sized bowl and a very sharp knife. If I woke up as a vampire, I'd need blood to drink and complete the transition. So I cut vertically up one of my forearms, and although it hurt like hell, I gnashed my teeth together and collected the gushing blood in the bowl.

Once I was satisfied that I'd collected enough blood, I grabbed a few kitchen towels and wrapped them tightly around my throbbing arm.

Then I went back to the entrance hall and climbed up onto the chair. With trembling hands I wrapped the noose around my neck and tightened it.

I stood there for a while like that. I was breathing hard. I was trying to steel myself.

I never imagined that I'd kill myself. And yet right now I had no other choice.

Before another thought entered my mind, I kicked the chair from under me.

As I felt gravity pull my body downwards, I felt the noose tightening even more around my neck, just under my chin. I felt my breath catching as I suffocated. And then, darkness descended.

At the very moment that Bella Cullen hung herself in her home in Forks, Washington, a tall beautiful man, a fledgling vampire, with rumpled auburn hair and blackish-red eyes, clutched at his heart and fell to the ground of the castle where he lived, in Volterra, Italy. His heart hurt so bad he lost consciousness, while uttering just one word, "Bella".

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT OR PROMOTE SUICIDE. THIS IS A WORK OF PURE FICTION AND IS NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. IF I HAVE OFFENDED ANYONE WITH THE CONTENTS OF THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE KNOW THAT IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION TO HURT YOU. I AM DEEPLY SORRY IF I HAVE UNINTENTIONALLY CAUSED YOU ANY PAIN.

A/N: so this is the end. bet you didn't see this coming, did you?

relax, its not the end. there is a whole lot left still.

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once again SORRY if i offended anyone.

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