A/N: Hello, dear readers! I've had personal issues going on that made it almost impossible to write for a while. Things seem to be getting back on track, and I hope to have updates out more frequently.

WARNING: The next few chapters are going to be angst-filled. I promise to bring Izzy and Boyscout's story to a satisfactory close, but the terrain is going to be rough. If you can't handle this, you might want to hold off reading. I won't give any plot away, but I'm willing to answer yay or nay about whether this story has a HEA if you send me a PM. I don't want to spoil for those who don't want to know.

Mucho thanks to my prereaders and sidekicks, Keye and Sandy. Love you gals to pieces!

Love my awesome betas, Katmom and SassySue (chayasara), for wielding their sparkly reds and taming my foolery. Mwah!

Chapter 23

~Darkfall~

Songlist:

Erase This ~ Evanescence

Radiate ~ Puddle of Mud

Take Her Out ~ Alice in Chains

If I had a Heart ~ Fever Ray

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten
Feel the earth move and then
Hear my heart burst again

~ from Skyfall by Adele

~*Edward*~

Izzy slept wrapped in my arms. This might be the closest to heaven I would ever get now. The temptation to take her on my piano was great, but I knew it was important to stick to my resolve. After being separated from her for weeks, there was no way I'd have the control to let her go again.

"Edward . . ." Izzy murmured, tossing a leg over my thighs, anchoring herself to me, "don't go . . ." Questing fingers bunched my T-shirt and twisted.

"Shh . . . I'm not going anywhere." I placed my lips against her temple and stroked her hair. When she was asleep, I could touch and hold her without worry of rejection. Even in the early days, when Izzy was still fighting her attraction to me, she'd always responded in her sleep.

She settled, fingers opening until her palm rested against my chest, sleeping peacefully for a few hours before growing agitated once more. It started with mumbling and an elevated heart rate, progressing to Izzy thrashing, kicking at the sheets, and becoming hopelessly twisted. I tried to extricate her from the tangled Egyptian cotton, but she shrieked, batting her arms in the air, and a blunt force sent me sailing off the bed. I skidded across the floor, stopping short of busting through the wall.

I was up and at the side of the bed a moment later, but I kept my hands to myself. "Izzy, it's all right. You're in our bed—safe."

"Edward?" Izzy's drowsy voice held an edge of fright.

"Right here." I tried to lean over and touch her, but an invisible wall surrounded the bed. "Izzy, you're shielding, baby."

She sat up, spreading her arms wide. "I'm not."

The shield remained in place, and tears filled her eyes when I was unable to touch her. Izzy knelt on the bed and crawled toward me. As she crept closer, I was forced back, sliding across the floor.

"No! How do I shut it off?" Panic twisted her face into a mask of distress. "I want to touch you!"

"Give yourself a minute. You were having a bad dream." I tried to soothe her, but deep inside, the unconscious use of her power scared me, too. "Take deep breaths and try to calm down."

Izzy sat back on her heels, palms resting on her thighs, and took several breaths. After a few minutes, I was able to draw closer. She threw her arms around my neck and held on tight, shivering.

"What the hell was that, Edward?"

"I'm sure it happened because you were dreaming—a self-defense mechanism." I rubbed her back and held her close. "Nothing to worry about. Think you can fall back to sleep?"

"No, and I don't want to." Izzy lifted her head and raised her beautiful eyes to mine. "I don't want to waste time with my eyes closed because then . . . I see him instead of you."

Gentle fingers caressed my jaw, her troubled gaze dropping to my lips. I was about to answer, but she pushed forward and covered my mouth with hers. My hands slid down to her waist and pulled her closer as our lips moved together hungrily, tongues tangling, bodies pressed together chest to chest. There was an urgency between us, a need to get closer. It wasn't about sex—though I wanted her as much as ever—it was a pure, raging need to touch, to meld into one being. An electric hum filled me, tingling strongest wherever Izzy and I were touching.

Izzy gasped, pulling back from the kiss. "Tell me you feel that." Her fingers clawed at my shoulders.

"I feel it." I brought my lips back to hers, sliding one hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head.

Talking was the last thing on my mind at that moment; I needed to experience the tactile sensations of our mate connection. Maybe it was because I didn't know if she would ever say the words I needed to hear: that she accepted me as her mate and wanted me for eternity. The very thought of her deciding to turn her back on me created a gnawing pain inside, and I knew it wouldn't ease until she agreed to my terms.

I rose slowly to my feet and joined Izzy on the bed, lowering her carefully onto her side with me. Warm fingers slid over my neck to tangle in the back of my hair, and she wrapped one long leg around my waist. I rested a deceptively casual hand on her hip, but my insides were churning from the sustained physical connection and the scent of her arousal.

Izzy rested her head on my arm and gazed into my eyes, her fingers leaving my hair and sliding over my shoulder, up the side of my neck, and across my jaw to trace lightly across my lips. I kissed her fingers. With her hand on my mouth, our eyes remained locked as the minutes ticked by. Some kind of unspoken communication took place; I didn't dare speak and risk breaking the spell.

Eventually, Izzy lowered her eyes, but the soft, warm pads of her fingers continued to brush lightly across my lips, setting off sparks inside me. "Edward . . . I don't know what to do with all this—with what I feel for you." Her brows lowered. "When I'm away from you, I miss you, and when I'm with you, I can't seem to get close enough. I'm . . . afraid." The last part came out as barely a whisper.

I cupped her cheek, skimming my thumb over it gently. When our eyes met once more, she pulled her fingers away from my lips and tucked them under the collar of my shirt. "What do you fear?" I asked gently.

Her dark eyes held my own, and this time she didn't look down. "I'm afraid of losing myself, and I'm terrified of what you mean to me."

"Which do you fear more?"

Tears pooled in her eyes. "I don't know anymore." She shook her head.

I rubbed my thumb across her quivering bottom lip then leaned in and kissed her softly. For the rest of the night, we kissed, caressed, and held on for dear life. Izzy was close to making a decision, and I was in her thrall, unable to do more than melt under the intensity of our night of unconsummated yearning.

The morning came too soon, and with it, reality. She'd spent the night in my arms, but she was living on the res. There were also my terms of surrender hovering over us, making our parting at the treaty line bittersweet.

Izzy pressed her entire body against mine and gripped my face in her hands, kissing me long and hard. "I love you," she said as she turned and stalked away without looking back.

The next few days proved to be difficult. I had to restrain myself from texting, calling, begging. Izzy needed time to think without me clouding the issue with my presence, and with her so close to making a decision, I continued fasting. In some way, I felt hunting now would jinx everything. What a ridiculous and foolish notion.

The wolves had a regimen they followed, a schedule of patrolling their land. Routines sometimes breed languidness, inattention, and lapses. Routines also make it easier to conceive of and implement malicious machinations.

Paul and Embry had just passed the treaty line on their usual afternoon patrol when it happened. A rustling in the trees all around me was the first indication something was amiss. Paul and Embry phased, both of them raising their muzzles to the sky and howling. It was the call of danger, the warning of a vampire threat.

Six newborn vampires stepped out of the trees, spread evenly apart. Their red eyes gleamed madly, and they reeked of fresh kills. Four males, two females, all moving far too carefully.

I fell into a crouch and growled, meeting their eyes one by one, searching for the leader.

That's him—the one James told us to locate. The thought came from a male to my left.

He's hot. That's too bad. A female to the right.

A tall male with shaggy black hair pulled a phone from his pocket, and they all looked to him and began advancing as one at his nod.

Jacob shot out of the trees, skidding to a stop with his paws just over the treaty line. He bared his teeth and snarled at the assembled newborns. A few of them hissed at the wolves but continued to edge forward.

Again I was struck by their inaction. Newborns tend to be volatile, prone to rapid movement and spur of the moment decisions, yet this group seemed to be coordinated, to have a plan. The fact James' name came up signaled deeper trouble.

"Where's James?" I addressed my question to the one with the phone.

He smirked at me, his upper lip lifting sharply on one side as he dangled the phone in the air. "I'll be calling him shortly. Stick around."

A scan of his mind indicated he didn't know where James was or what he was planning. He was simply instructed to call him when they had me surrounded.

More wolves showed up at the treaty line, and I cursed my luck that Alice was incapable of seeing around them. My fingers itched to grab my phone, but it seemed more important that I figure out what was happening here.

And then it hit me—the more wolves that were gathered at the border, the less protection the res had, and by extension, the less protected Izzy was.

"Jacob, where is she?"

Walking by the beach. Quil and Leah are with her.

At that moment, the howl of more wolves sounded in the distance.

Shit! More vampires. Realization filled Jacob's eyes. Not again.

"Jacob, go! All of you—get to Izzy. Protect her!" My gaze shifted between the grinning newborn leader and the wolves.

Paul snarled, taking off almost before my words were out, Embry at his heels.

I sensed the minds of several more vampires advancing through the woods. Jacob whined.

"Jacob, go!"

No, Edward. They'll kill you—there's too many of them.

I slipped my hand in my pocket and hit redial. Carlisle was the last one I'd called. He was at the hospital today, but I prayed he'd hear what was happening and call Alice.

"My family is on the way, and I can outrun them."

This is suicide. There're more of them coming—too many.

"She's all that matters. Don't fail her."

With a growl and a string of expletives, Jacob raced away toward the beach, leaving me alone with eleven newborns—the six before me and the other five hidden in the woods.

Carlisle's voice came faint and tinny through the speaker of my phone, which was still in my pocket. "Hello? Hello? Edward?"

They heard him, too. The leader grinned at me.

"Why are you here at the border of Quileute land?" I asked, knowing it would give Carlisle information to go by.

"We're here for you, Edward Cullen. James doesn't want you to miss the show."

"What show?" Cold dread slithered over me like a reptile, and I knew. "No."

"Oh, yes." The leader leered at me and strode forward. "On your knees."

The newborns began closing the noose around me. For a moment, I contemplated running. There was a fair chance I could lead them around until my family arrived, but if they were here then James was on the res and must have a plan that included me. If I ran and ruined his scheme, he might kill Izzy on the spot. Maybe the wolves would get to her in time, maybe not. There was no decision, really. Izzy was my mate, and I would do anything—sacrifice anything—to give her a fighting chance.

I fell to my knees.

~*IWIPB*~

~*Izzy*~

Ever since Edward had dropped me off at the treaty line a few days ago, I'd sequestered myself in the cabin, speaking to no one. Paul had banged on the door, threatening to break it down, but eventually gave up and advised me there would be a wolf sentry watching over me around the clock. That was fine by me; it made it easier since they were in wolf form, and there was no need to see or speak to them. One or another skulked around outside, and more often than not, I couldn't spot them even if I tried.

I ignored calls from Ricky and Jack. Edward had agreed to give me space to think and feel without his influence, and I was thankful there was no need to blow him off—the guilt would have eaten me alive.

Being apart from Edward was difficult but offered a sense of freedom I'd never before experienced because this was a sanctioned separation. For the first time, I allowed myself to think about what he meant to me without holding back. His love and devotion, protectiveness, willingness to do anything for me . . . the intense sexual flames surging between us. I understood why he'd kept his lack of sexual history from me—even why he'd waited to admit we were mates. On the heels of this understanding came a personal revelation: The true source of my ire was none other than myself. As far as I'd progressed under Edward's gentle wing, I was still a rude, foul-mouthed bitch full of issues. I wasn't good enough for him. The girl in the mirror was still a ways off, and I wondered if the strength to become her resided in me at all. That was the crux of the matter, the main source of my distress, and the precipitator of my misguided behavior.

This discovery caused a tightening in my chest and sent me running for the bottle of JD in the cabinet. I downed enough to get a buzz on and smoked several cigarettes in a row, wishing I had something stronger to take the edge off.

That's part of the reason you're in this situation, isn't it? Stop being a pussy who hides behind drugs, and face the truth for a change, the scathing voice of my inner banshee piped up.

For once, I couldn't argue with or fault her reasoning. Instead, I broke down in tears and cried myself to sleep. I dreamed of a dark tunnel with warm, magnetized light streaming from one end. My feet carried me toward it without my consent, but I had no will to fight it—I wanted to feel the pure love and acceptance that awaited me.

"Izzy."

I glanced to my right and came face-to-face with the girl in the mirror, the one I must become if I ever wanted to be worthy of Edward, worthy of being an immortal walking beside him for all of eternity. My mouth gaped. I fell so short, it seemed I might never be good enough.

"That's not true, Izzy." She frowned and shook her head. "You're closer than you know, but you mustn't succumb to the light. Whenever you're tempted, remember his love. Remember being wrapped in angel wings. His pure devotion to you will save us in the end."

"I'm not good enough. He deserves better."

"You are good enough! Edward loves you. You are his destiny, his mate, and he is yours. You must grow beyond the insecurity, and take your rightful place by his side." The emphatic way she spoke smacked of a warning.

"Why? What do you know?"

"You must . . . "

A pop and hiss in the fireplace jolted me out of my sleep, and her words faded. I cursed, sitting up and running my hands through my tangled hair. I grabbed my phone, fingers hesitating over the keys as I contemplated texting Edward. In the end, I tossed it on the coffee table and paced around the cabin like a wild woman.

Sleep finally found me again, and the next time I opened my eyes, it was close to noon. Tired of the stench of my own funk—both literal and figurative—I showered and dressed, finally emerging from the cabin.

The day was overcast and cool, a fine mist suspended in the air that left a sheen of droplets coating my face and hair in no time. I pulled the hoodie snugly around me and covered my damp hair. Twigs and underbrush snapped and rustled beneath my boots as I trudged through the woods on my way to First Beach.

Two Quileute patrolled in wolf form; Quil scouted ahead and Leah hovered just behind. Part of me resented their presence. Another part of me was grateful for it. I never wanted to face off alone with James again—not even for a few seconds.

Angry at my weakness, I lit a cigarette and took a strong drag just as the beach came into view. To call this sand was rather laughable, really. It was stony, rough, and granular, bits of broken shell crunching beneath my steel-toed black combat boots—the ones Darren had gifted to me. He'd refused to take my money, giving me the stink-eye and suggesting that we were officially "even." Whatever. The boots were freakin' awesome, and best of all, waterproof.

It wasn't lost on me that my personality was as grating and abrasive as the sand on First Beach. I endeavored to resemble something between here and the fine grains of Rio. A smirk tugged at my lips as I blew a plume of smoke into the damp air. It left my face a few seconds later when I started ruminating on my relationship with Edward and how our extended separation was partially my fault. I'd been so busy pushing him away and playing the injured party that I hadn't listened closely enough to all the voices around me telling me what an ass I was being. Paul, Jacob, Jack, Ricky . . . even Leah.

Again, the painful realization of how short I fell of the girl in the mirror twisted in my gut. Edward wasn't the problem—I was. I'd been punishing him for my shortcomings, concealing it within my anger over his lies of omission, but deep down I knew he never meant to hurt me. As long as I was being completely truthful, I admitted Edward had gone out of his way to love, cherish, and protect me almost from the day we met. Tears stung my eyes as memories of him coming to my room to keep the nightmares at bay and the night he snatched the vial of coke out of my hands and we shared our first kiss came to mind. He saw something in me and refused to give up.

I vowed to get my shit together. Once we dispensed with James, I still had to overcome the hurdle of becoming who I wanted to be—needed to be—to become a vampire.

Your willingness to admit all the things you have today brings you so much closer. The voice was new, a kind and benevolent one.

A feeling of warmth bloomed, starting on the inside and radiating outward. I stumbled over my own feet in surprise. The kernel of hope that had been planted when I first came upon the girl in the mirror had taken root. It was her voice.

Now I just had to find a way to nurture my hope so I could be with Edward. Maybe we could be together while I transformed into a good enough human to go through the process of becoming his forever. My heart quickened at the thought of being in his arms again.

I put my cigarette out in the sand then stored the extinguished butt in my hoodie pocket. The water lapped at the shore, thin streams pulling back through the silt as it retreated. For a long time, I stood staring out over the rippling water.

When I continued walking along the shore, Quil still roved ahead, playfully slapping his snout at the edge of the water. Leah hung behind, her head bent low, an unreadable look in her yellow eyes.

Quil's head came up sharply, and his body stilled. I shaded my eyes and tried to follow his line of vision. A lone figure poised atop the cliffs fell into a dive. The trajectory was off, and it was obvious he was headed for land instead of water. I gasped, slapping a hand over my mouth.

"Quil, who is it?"

Leah raced up beside me and growled.

As the body in free fall drew close to the sand, he curled into a ball and somersaulted, landing on his feet like a cat. Or a vampire.

"James . . ." His name came out in a breathy exhalation. My heart stuttered and pounded, the pulse in my temples throbbing hard enough to cause my vision to waver slightly. "Shit."

James held his arms out wide. "Miss me, princess?" He glanced over at Leah and crooked a finger. "I remember you, little gray wolf. Want to join us?"His tone was full of sensual promise.

Leah snarled and muscled her way in front of me. The ruff around Quil's neck stood on end, and he bared his teeth as he advanced on James.

Two more vampires arrived on the beach—one emerging from the surf, the other from the wood line. Howls filled the air, warning of the imminent danger, spreading across the res as more Quileute phased.

My insides quivered as I tried to catch my breath. I had no flare gun this time. Leah and Quil were about to be occupied by the other vampires, leaving me alone to face James.

He stepped forward casually, a hand in the pocket of his jeans. "Do I know how to make an entrance?"

I stared back at him in stony silence. Inside, I desperately tried to get my bearings and figure out how long it would take the other wolves to arrive.

"Oh, are you feeling shy today? Let's see if I can draw you out of your shell." His smarmy grin wasn't what sent a wave of fear radiating through me—it was the look of utter confidence in his claret eyes. "Any moment now, princess. Then you'll learn why you should never fuck with me."

To either side of me, there was snarling and hissing—Quil by the water, Leah by the trees—but neither side had made a move yet. I couldn't afford to take my eyes from James no matter what I heard.

"Oh, and here we go!" James pulled a phone from his pocket. "Are we all set? . . . Good. Set the phone to video conference."

More howls echoed in the air, much closer now, but not close enough. I could use my power to keep James at bay for a short time, but it would be prudent to wait as long as possible.

"Are you ready?" James walked forward, turning the screen my way as he did.

The sight of Edward on his knees, surrounded by vampires, caused a rush of cold inside me. "No! Edward?"

Apparently, Edward could see me, too. "Izzy, hold on. The wolves are on their way." His eyes brimmed with fire and resignation at the same time.

"You . . . sent them after me? What about you?"

Edward swallowed hard and shook his head. "You're all that matters to me."

"What about what matters to me?" Tears slipped down my cheeks.

James turned the phone around, and I lost sight of Edward. "Bravo. The sweet lament of true love. Don't die for me . . . oh, but I don't want you to die, either. Sadly, the choice is out of your hands." His quiet, mocking tone turned into an enraged shout. "You shouldn't have fucked with me!"

"James, please . . . don't do this. Nobody has to die. Take me."

"Ah, princess." James shook his head slowly. "There was a time that would have sufficed. Before you shot me with a flare gun and demonstrated some kind of power. You hurt me, and now I'm about to return the favor."

"Damn you."

"No, damn you. You could have been by my side as an equal. I'm going to kill your precious Edward while you watch, and then I'm taking you with me. Can't guarantee how long you'll survive with the mood I'm in."

"Let him go, and I'll do whatever you want."

"Izzy, no!" Edward's agitated voice came through the speaker of James' phone along with hissing, growls, and scuffling.

A crafty, heated look came over James' face. He glanced down at the phone then up at me. "Do you mean it, princess?"

"Yes! I'll stay with you as long as I know Edward is alive. I won't try to get away."

He stepped in closer and licked his lips lasciviously. "You'll be a willing participant? After all, if I want a corpse, I could dig one up."

I swallowed back bile and nodded. "You'll never be able to tell how much I despise you."

He threw his head back and laughed. "I enjoy your fire. It will be even more enjoyable between the sheets."

"Let Edward go—and don't harm any of the wolves."

A few things happened at once, ruining my plans.

As James reached forward to touch me, his hand met with an invisible barrier. For a moment, he seemed confused, but his expression morphed into one of anger. "What the fuck is this?"

Shit, not now! I screamed inside, trying desperately to take down my shield. I didn't know how it went up and had no idea how to take it down. "Shit—I'm sorry. Give me a sec . . ."

The thundering of many paws rushing through the woods reached us. My head whipped to the left in time to see Paul shoot out from between two trees, kicking up a cloud of sand as he hit the beach at a full run.

"Paul, no!"

More vampires appeared on the beach. This had the potential to become a bloodbath of epic proportions.

"Please, everyone stop! James, you want me. I'll go with you." I reached trembling fingers toward his face, and James stumbled back. When I drew closer, he was pushed back again. I cried out in frustration. "I'm not doing this on purpose."

"What kind of game are you playing?" James snarled, lunging at me.

Just like the time in Carlisle's office with Edward, James couldn't touch me no matter how hard he tried. He turned into an animal, slavering and cursing as he beat at the invisible wall. After a few minutes, he turned his back to me and raised the phone to his mouth.

"Cory, kill him—and make sure Humpty Dumpty can't be put back together again."

"With pleasure, boss."

"Slow and painful."

"No! You can't! I agree to your terms—" I threw myself at James but only succeeded in knocking him to the ground.

"You can't even control your power. I have no use for you or your boyfriend." James turned the phone to face me. "Now watch as your precious Edward pays for your mistakes."

I didn't want to watch this, but on their own, my eyes moved to the screen. Edward was still on his knees, snarling at his captors. When our eyes met, his jaw tightened. "Izzy, save yourself. Don't let this be in vain."

"Edward . . ." The tears fell from my eyes, scalding my cheeks.

Cory nodded to another vampire who stepped forward and placed his knee between Edward's shoulder blades as he yanked back, detaching his arm. I slapped a hand over my mouth, but the scream pushed past my fingers. Edward gritted his teeth and let out a strangled cry of pain.

"Stop this! Don't hurt him anymore!"

A howl rang out in the air, a war cry, and then the wolves attacked the vampires. Fighting, snarling, and screams of pain rose all around me, but I could only focus on Edward.

"James, please."

James looked me right in the eye and said, "Remember, Cory—slow and painful."

Cory stuck his hand in Edward's arm socket, his fist coming out drenched in silvery venom. Edward screamed that time. It was too much for me to bear.

"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you, James!" I stalked forward, and James was pushed back.

He laughed. "You can't even touch me. How do you plan on killing me?"

My world became still. I existed in a vacuum, the sounds of fighting around me drowned out by the growing energy gathering within. ~FLEX~ And then it was just like my dream—I desired to rip James apart, and his arm separated from his body with a mighty crack. He shrieked in pain.

I stepped forward and fell to my knees. "Kill you . . ." I rasped. Something hot and wet gushed from my nose. I parted my lips and tasted the rusty salt of my own blood.

"Izzy, stop! You'll die!" Edward's panicked voice drew my attention to the sand, where the phone still lay cradled in the palm of the hand on the end of James' severed arm.

"Shut up!" Cory pushed Edward to the ground and placed his booted heel between Edward's shoulder blades. "James, what the fuck is going on over there?"

James continued to shriek and curse. I went to work on his leg next. "Die, you asshole!" ~FLEX~ His left leg stiffened and jerked to the side as it partially separated from his trunk.

I lost all feeling in my body and toppled to the sand. Blood oozed from my mouth when I coughed. "Not yet," I whispered.

Paul hurtled past me, taking an already off-balance James down to the ground and tearing at his throat. My vision started to blur, and I returned my gaze to the phone and Edward's beautiful, worried face. There we both were with our faces pressed to the ground, looking into each other's eyes through a cell phone screen.

"Edward . . . love you . . . always. Forgive . . . me."

"Oh, Izzy . . . I love you. Just hold on for me, baby."

My body was no longer under my control. I blinked one final time, and then even as my eyes remained open, a tear gathered at one corner. No matter how hard I tried, I could no longer speak or move.

"Izzy! Izzy, no!" Edward struggled on the ground, reaching a hand out with his fingers extended as if he could touch me through the phone. "Damn it, fight!"

I was no longer cold. All sensation drained away, then my hearing, and finally a dark shroud slipped over my vision, sucking me into the abyss.

~*IWIPB*~

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