I hope you like this...

Thank all that is unholy, I do not own Twilight.

Sorry it took me so long, but I was in France and spent yesterday travelling to my grandmother's in the south of England, therefore having no chance to update.

By the way, never let some one rope you into going to a snail farm in France... Que shudder...

This is the final chapter, guys. I sincerely (Well, ish) hope you enjoy this, but the start shall be serious, which is kinda evident by the first sentance or so.

Enjoy!

Edward P.O.V

I saw red when I heard my beloved cry out, challenging that blonde-headed bastard for her demise.

As fury blinded my humanity, I smashed through the fragile doors of the ballet studio, my glare sorting out James.

The sight of his cold lips pressed against my love's throat made me howl, both in pain at being so close to losing her and that I kind of wished mine were there instead.

His head snapped up towards me, and he snarled before slamming Lara's head back into the glass. She spiralled into unconsciousness, and he dropped her to the floor.

In a flash I savagely slammed into Jame's torso, my teeth ripping at the granite flesh on his left arm. With a growl he tried to fling me off, but I sent a high kick to his jaw and heard bone shatter before clicking back as he healed.

"You little-" He interrupted himself with a scream as I slammed him around so fast by his arm that it ripped itself from the socket, before kneeing him in the groin and causing him to double over.

I grabbed his hair, yanking him back and snarling before gouging his eyeballs out at vampire speed and then throwing him across the room, crushing his eyes into mush in my hand.

"Time to finally die." I growled, sprinting over to him and twisting his head, ripping it off and tossing it lazily over my shoulder, just as my brother's came crashing through the wall. They swiftly took care of the rest of the parasite's body, sending an almost worried glance towards me as Alice pranced in to start a fire.

I backed up, my jaw and fists clenched, and span to face Lara.

Her eyes were tightly closed with her fists bunched bloodily in her hair like child experiencing a nightmare. By the slow, poisoned yet melodic beat of her heart, I knew she was unconscious and could remain so for a while. The showed bruises looked bad and I could make out fractures in bones by the way she lay.

Burns from James' venom scattered her face and neck, threatening to scar, and made me even happier to have ended the runts life.

"We'll have to get her to the hospital." Carlisle told me, so I knelt down and cradelled her to my chest, gently kissing her forehead before spinning and marching from the apocalyptic room.

Lara P.O.V

Beeps were officially my least favourite noise, as they seemed be the only thing I could hear. It was kinda trippy, and I felt like I was swimming in darkness... Like ink... or liquid shadow - Like I'd been spending too much time with Necromancers.

Wait...

What the actual fuck brain?

What the Hell would I think something like- Shit!

I must be on some type of medical drug.

Non-medical drugs are way more fun and colourful - so what happened?

Hmmm... I've established it's medical, so I'm probably in hospital. I'm guessing a fight? But why would I be the one in the hospital?

Someone who I may have lost a fight against... Leia? Jason Voorhees, or doesn't he count?

Or maybe it was-

HOLY FUCK!

I heard glass shatter in the back of my mind as all past events flushed back to me and I snapped my eyes open.

"She's awake!" A high voice loudly squealed.

"Be quiet Alice, let them have some time together." A voice I knew was Carlisle's - It held no light sense of humour, and was almost entirely monotone - lectured.

I didn't move my eyes from the blinding white ceiling as I heard shuffling feet leave the room, before a cold hand enclosed around my own.

"I'm not even sure whose fault it is." I grumbled.

"What?" Edward's scarily comforting voice asked.

"That I practically walked to my own death. I mean, I had the balls to do it and you didn't stop me. But then again - I also had the stupidity to do it." I said, and struggled to sit up. My line of sight then focused on the sickly, peppermint walls, even as he pulled me into his lap.

"I'm not going to say anything on the matter, because if I say something against my self, you'll hit me, and if I say something against you, you'll hit me."

I smiled, snuggling into his chest shamelessly and closing my eyes.

"Look at me." Edward said after a few minuets.

"Ugh... Why?" I moaned. "Your face hurts my eyes."

"Oh be quiet. I want to see those large brown eyes."

"Lara Swan has green eyes." I muttered.

"But Bella Swan doesn't. I'll have to imagine." He said dryly. I glanced up at his face, a ghost of a smile in place.

"I love you." He said honestly. My heart constricted, and my mind clicked into arrogance mode.

"I know." I said cockily, looking away.

Fuck you, brain.

Why can't I say it back? It seriously can't be parent issues, right? Sure, I have parent issues, but that is not getting in the way of relationships.

Aww, shit. It's because I seriously have never been loved by anyone but my lousy father.

Well, that sucks ass.

I caught sight of the TV that hung on the wall, all appropriate thoughts gone.

"What time is it?"

"Six." Edward said, and I caught the hurt undertone. I winced slightly, but covered it by searching the room for the TV remote.

I noticed it, half on-half off the bedside table, on the other side of the bed. I whimpered.

"You wanna watch TV, right? Is it that big a deal that you must whine like a puppy over it?"

"Dude! Big Bang Theory! It's BIG BANG THEORY! That's a huge deal!"

"Just get the remote."

"Yay." I squealed, launching across the bed and making my self dizzy and come down with a case of Bella-Clumsy-itis. My finger flicked the edge of the remote causing it to spin off and clatter to the floor, and I ungracefully caught myself and twisted back on to the bed, one hand still extended towards the now-empty table.

Edward's chuckles were frantic as he doubled over.

"To quote the all-might Sheldon Cooper - Oh gravity, thou art such a bitch..."

The moment of clumsiness was then forgotten, as Edward, still laughing, grabbed me and pressed his lips to mine.

Oh, fuck TV.

AND WE ARE FUCKING DONE!

I will start up the sequel soon, I swear, and I want all of you guys reading it - That includes you guys, Leia and Lucy, if you stop I will have NO ONE to brag to about reviews.

I didn't know how to end it, so it kind of sucks, and I wanted it kind of long, but that vaguely failed, but whatever.

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