The wind was whipping past us, and I felt utterly free in the sense of it all. With Emmett beside me, I felt as if this was how it was suppose to be, but yet, as we follwed James' scent and I used my power to try and find him, I felt as if I was going to loose someone or something dear to me.

Emmett's hand found mine. "Babe, you okay?"

I felt that James wasn't following Bella, Alice and Jasper; he was meeting the female, Victoria, outside of Forks to decide a game plan.

"Hmm?" I answered slowly.

"Lydia, is everything okay?" Emmett asked again.

"I don't know, Em. I really don't," I whispered, coming to grips with what I was feeling. "We need to go back; he's trying to figure something out with the redhead."

We started to double back to our house when Emmett's phone started to buzz. He flipped it open, and he was speaking so low that I couldn't hear it.

But could, if I had wanted to, but I just didn't. Emmett's hand suddenly tightened around mine. "What?" he hissed, his hiss filled with rage. "What?!"

I looked at Emmett, and his pale, perfect flawless face was filled with both pain and fury. "Em, what's wrong?" I mouthed to him.

"Damn it, Alice couldn't have saw that coming. . . . I don't care what it takes. . . . No, I don't know if she will. . . ." I only caught snaps and chunks of the conversation as we ran, the regular smell of our house coming through the musky forest smell.

Esme was standing on the porch, her eyes scanning us, and then the phone in Emmett's hands. As we came toward her, she met us and hugged me tightly. "Oh, are you all right, Lydia?" she asked. "Edward was sure you were hurt."

"No, I'm fine," I replied as Emmett barged into the house like a bat out of hell. "What's with him?"

"I'm not sure," Esme answered as she threw a backwards glance into the house.

Suddenly, Emmett came back out the door, his eyes pitch black. He glanced at Esme, gace her a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "Love you, Mom." It was as if it was going to be the last time he ever saw her again. Esme looked just as confused as I felt.

I glanced at Emmett again, scanning everything; his tense body, his worried, fury filled eyes, his hands trembling. There was something I was missing, a piece of the puzzle I wasn't getting. Something to do with Alice and Emmett and possibly that human Bella. . . .

"Emmett, what's going on?" Esme asked, her voice filled with fright and worry.

Emmett stared at me, his expression that of a love sick puppy. "Alice had a vision."

"About . . .?" I asked, my voice trailing.

"About Bella. And you. And James." His reply was bleak, and flat.

"Emmett, what is it?" Esme very rarely got angry, but now she seemed to worried she acted as if she were angry.

"She saw something. Something bad," Emmett answered flatly. This had to be something really, really bad.

"No games please," Esme said, her voice still filled with concern.

"I'm not playing a joke!" Emmett thundered, rage exploding into his voice like a volcano.

"Emmett," I warned. My voice turned soft as I said, "Please, tell us what she saw."

Emmett's fists balled, his giant hands crushing his cell phone with a few snaps and a strange crunching sound and his head bowed, as if he were trying to control his emotions. "Lydia felt bad about the fact that Edward might loose Bella and she went to go help Bella and James killed her."

I knew it was coming, but still, the news about my own death was enough to make my jaw drop, Esme gasp, and Emmett to fall to his knees. Shock and confusion was rippling through the air as Esme began to embrace me, and Emmett's head lifted up just enough to look up at me, his deep black eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't read. It was just to alien from him.

"I die?!" I demanded, thought my voice was pitiful.

I don't want you all to hate me, but I know you're all probably getting mad at me.

To be honest, I've been having horrible writer's block on all of my stories, and it's been driving me so crazy I was tempted to deleted this story and "Truly In A Dream" when I stopped to go look at my reviews. OMIGOSH, you guys, I love you all!! EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED NICELY ON THIS STORY, THIS CHAPTER IS FOR YOU!!!!!! :D :D :D

Thank you all for dealing with all of my crap, which by the way, I was having some issues with some things that the story is too long to explain and I really don't want to leave you all hanging here with a cliffy but I'm still evil enough to make it a cliffy. :)

Don't hate me. Please. I'm going to make it up to you guys, I'm just not sure how yet . . . . BUT I WILL FIND A WAY!!!

Thanks again for reading this, and again, please don't hate me!!

Awe, man, my head hurts. . . .

~A Very Sorry Sun