Note to Readers: I had meant to post this note when I started updating again yesterday, but I forgot. So here it is now. Please do not flame us and tell us how wrong we were about both the Vampires in Twilight having fangs and the way the Werewolves' mindreading works. This fanfiction was written long before we found any of that out. Meyer had yet to go into the specifics of the mind link or the physical lack of fangs. Just because I'm updating now doesn't mean we just wrote it. It's been a long time since I had the free time to type and everything. So, those of you who read this when we first started publishing, I hope you're still interested. You can actually know the ending now. :) Thanks for your loyalty over the years! Enjoy.

Meg's POV

I stood leaning on the wall next to my window, my forehead resting against the glass. A slow, steady rain had started to fall only a few moments ago. The sky and all the world seemed to be sharing my sorrow. Well everything but Rosalie, who was nearly jumping for joy as the dark of night set in around the Cullens' home.

Other than Rose, the rest of the Cullen family seemed to have mixed feelings about the cure and what may happen after tonight, the night of the new moon. Carlisle and Esme seemed almost as sad as I, their children planning to become human again and leave. Alice was nervous and a bit uneasy, but she had told me that she was taking the cure to keep our race alive. Jasper and Emmet were going to follow the ones they loved. Edward...he was the hardest to figure out, it seemed...I believe 'complicated' would be the right word.

I still didn't know what I was going to do. A large part of me knew what I would choose, but I couldn't rid myself of the longing that called to me from the deepest part of my still heart. I was now admitting that more than one desire had been lurking there for the past weeks.

The clouds darkened as the last of twilight slipped away. I knew what I had to do, but the question that hung around me was could I?

I jumped as someone placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay," Edward said, "It's only me."

"I know," I said, just above a whisper. Who else would it have been? Fate was enjoying torturing me far too much for it to have been anyone but him.

"Have you made your choice yet?" He asked, his hand remaining on my shoulder.

For the first time since he and I had started bickering, I didn't bother with a retort. "Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm not sure if I can live with it."

Edward, Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Rosalie and I arrived at the caves about an hour after night fell. Grace and the other Werewolves were already there. She seemed to be in a less than pleasant mood. I was guessing that she had not resolved matters with Jacob yet. Of course I knew they'd had a fight, seeing as Grace's thoughts slip into mind sometimes and that had been the only thing she was thinking about.

Sam and the other Protectors were in a cluster near the cure, but Grace was off to the side, arms crossed, deep in thought. I had to force myself not to look and see what she was pondering. They all glanced up as we walked toward them.

"It's time," Sam said.

All the Werewolves looked to Grace, as the Cullens stared at me, all waiting for our choice.

Grace sighed and stepped forward, taking the knife that Sam held out to her. In one smooth movement, she cut open the palm of her right hand and placed the bleeding wound to the stone. I looked just above her hand and saw the drawing of a half breed, not the human.

A bright light shot out of the picture of the new moon and a strong wind engulfed the cave in its gale. Grace stepped back from the wall as if the stone had burned her, looking at her hand. The light and the wind were both gone as suddenly as they had come.

I stepped up next and took the knife from Grace as she returned to her pondering state. AS she had done, I cut my palm and placed it quickly inside the circle. The light and wind returned, but I didn't notice. I was filled with a sense of strength, power that I'd never known or forgotten during the lunar cycle. I stepped back, feeling like someone or something had pushed me away from the wall.

I handed the knife to Alice as I walked to the other side of the cave. I had just sealed my fate for all time in blood. I leaned against the opposite wall, gazing at my palm. It had already healed.

I paid no mind to the others as they made their choices, the wind and light coming and going. That pain of longing was now eating away at me, but this had been my decision and I would stand strong with Grace and fight Fitzy to the bitter end.

"Meg?"

I looked up to see Edward standing in front of me, his eyes still a bright amber. "Edward, why didn't you-"

"I told you I'd made my choice," he said, taking my hand, sending a tingle down my spine. "I know I'm not the person that I used to be and I may never be that person again, but what is left of me is yours. I've tried to deny it for what seems like forever, but I love you, Meg."

I could think of nothing to do, so I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. I whispered "I love you, too," though I knew Edward must have already known that.

A p art of me knew that somewhere inside him, Edward would always love Bella, but somehow that didn't matter right then. It was like the human say, 'one never forgets their first love.'

Edward gently lifted my chin and brought his lips down to mine in a soft kiss. Maybe eternity wasn't going to be so bad after all.

At the end of that night, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper, Paul and Leah had taken the cure. All of the Vampires' eyes returned to their true colors and it made me wonder what my own eye color had been.

Grace and Jake both seemed a little awkward still, but I didn't want to pry into their minds to find out if anything had changed. Something told me it hadn't.

Only one thing was left - the final battle between Grace and I and Fitzy to ensure Alice and all the vampires' safety.

Easy enough...right?