A/N: Alright everyone, this chapter is probably going to be super-confusing if you don't read between the lines...so, I suggest you try because you're not going to get any answers from me...sorry if I sound cranky but it's really late here and I'm sleepy... -MissMei92

THE TALE OF ELIZABETH CULLEN

"No...no...Mom!!!!!" I woke up screaming in a cold sweat. Tears were filling my once incapable-of-crying eyes. My whole family. My last reason to live. They'd died. All of them. I'd run. I'd left them behind, when I thought I'd only been leaving behind the love of my life...I'd left behind my parents as well?! It was insane. And I was murdering myself over and over again on the inside with the pain and guilt. I could have saved my mom, my dad...Nikolas. I could have saved Uncle Carlisle. Then, they'd all be here. Everything would be fine. Everything would be normal. Perfect. Like it'd been before. Like it'd been when I was a child. And now, it was too late. Too late to be sorry. Too late to turn around and come back. Too late to to help. I was a useless thing which should have died along with the rest of my kind. I was supposed to bring hope and to save them. I failed everyone. I failed my destiny. I murdered the people I loved and left them to their horrific fate.

Too much. TOO MUCH. "I can't take it anymore!!!Why did I live?! Why didn't I die with them?!Why was I such a coward?! Why?! Why?! Why!?" The words taunted me until I felt like my head would explode from the intenseness of the pain I was feeling.

I'd done this. I'd broken up this perfect family which had loved me and raised me as their own. And what did I do?! I murdered my parents!!! I couldn't live. I wasn't living. This wasn't living. This was death embodied in a body. I was no longer a vampire, that was what I knew. I was human again. And now, I could just as easily take my life and receive the punishment I was sentenced to. I found a bottle of sleeping pills. I opened it and was about to swallow the whole thing...when I suddenly doubled over as if I'd been kicked in the stomach. Only it had come from the inside of me. I tried to get up but I was suddenly gasping for breath. The bottle had slipped from my grasp and broken into shards of glass and pink miniature tablets were strewn all over the carpet.

I forced my hand to reach for one but the pain in my stomach was overwhelming me. I started to feel queasy and faint. Was I dying already? Perhaps. The pain seared and my stomach felt like it was being ripped open. I started screaming from the pain. They heard my screams. They were in the room quicker than lightning could have been.

I lurched and suddenly vomited. I didn't know what happened next but I was suddenly lying in a hospital cot once again, my arm hooked up to an IV drip and a heart monitor. They were all watching me with their lost golden honey eyes, searching me for an answer I couldn't give to them. The pain in my stomach was fleeting and it was like being stabbed constantly over and over again. I kept vomiting a sticky liquid.

The doctors were baffled. They didn't know what was going on with me. I knew what they were thinking though. They were thinking that I might die. That I might just slip into cardiac arrest and die just like that. I could see it in their eyes, their apprehension. And I didn't bother. I deserved it. The Cullens stayed at the hospital all the time, their eyes staring blankly into space. They had nothing else to do.

Sometimes the pain in my stomach would intensify and I would be writhing and screaming in pain. Other times it wasn't even there. It continued on like this for a month.

One morning however, I woke up to the surprised eyes of the doctor on duty, who was making his rounds. He had a stethoscope to my stomach and he looked shocked beyond belief, like he'd never done this before in his life. He looked at me, his eyes blinking once with disbelief.

"What's wrong with me?" I demanded angrily, having lost any use for politeness and etiquette.

"Miss...it appears...that...you...might...be...pregnant." He choked on all the words. He couldn't believe it himself. He mumbled something about doing a lab test and practically ran away.

What gibberish was he talking about?! I couldn't possibly be pregnant. I'd never been with anyone. What is this guy doing?! I'd muttered underneath my breath.

But then, the lab results came back...and they came back with the most astonishing news I'd ever heard in my life. The test was positive. I was pregnant. I'd nearly had a heart attack. Everyone did. They kept on pestering the doctor to double-check and redo the tests...but each time it came back positive. I was speechless.

I didn't know how this was possible. I'd been a half-vampire up until...and I'd never been with anybody in my life. Not Colin, not Nikolas. Nobody. It was a miracle, this baby was a miracle.

According to the results, the baby was already 3 months old. Something which confused, baffled and sent the whole medical community into turmoil. Because when I'd been admitted a month ago, nothing had shown up on the lab results. NOTHING. The whole thing was unnatural and it was frightening me.

What was more frightening than that though was that the hospital had decided to cover up the whole case. All my medical files were discarded and we were paid, bribed actually, into silence about the whole matter. It was as though some higher authority with enough power had intervened in the whole matter.

I was discharged a week later and spent the rest of my pregnancy in the confines of our estate in Wilde Heights. Throughout that whole time, I'd never stopped wondering how this could have happened. How I could have become pregnant, how I had become human again, how my life had turned into a never-ending struggle in a constantly spun web.

But then...he was born. And I instantly understood it. I understood everything perfectly. I understood why...I understood at last. My child, my son. He was the hope. The hope for all the vampires in this world who'd ever dreamed of being human again. It'd never been my destiny to protect the Volturi. That had been a lie. A lie to distract me from my true purpose. My true destiny lay in the beating heart of my newborn son.

I watched him as his perfect, little eyes blinked open and he took in his first glimpse of the world. But I made sure he saw his family first. I made sure he saw Esme, his grandmother. I made sure he saw his grand uncles, Jasper and Emmett, and his grand aunties, Alice and Rosalie. I made sure he saw the people who'd love him as much as they had loved his mother.

The day Colin had checked my wrist for my code, he'd made a mistake when he read the code. The code had been damaged, you see. One number had been altered. I was not the one who could beat the hybrid army. The only ones who could have done that had been destroyed long, long ago. No, I was the secret. The only one of my kind. I had been created by mixing more of the alien genes into my DNA, making me a supernatural being in some ways.

I'd been created by the mastermind of the whole operation as the carrier of hope for the rest of the world. My son could save vampires from being damned to their existence. My son could make them human again. And he looked so much like both Colin and Nikolas too. He was perfect. He was my little angel. The moment he entered this world, it was as though I'd been filled with instant knowledge. I finally knew why. I'd had my questions answered at last. All of them.

I'd told them what I knew and their eyes flickered with hope. Something which might have been lost to them forever in their eternal existence. And my baby boy had given it back to them.

I let Esme hold him first but for some reason, she declined and told me to let Rosalie hold him instead. So, I did. I noticed that aunt Rosalie was quivering slightly as she did. It was then that I saw the most wondrous and astounding thing happen. The yellow shade of ochre in her eyes began to fade and slowly bloomed into the luminous color of a summer blue sky. Her skin was still fair as day but it had become soft and warm once again. She was human. And I knew that she had just had her deepest wish and desire fulfilled. Because she was beaming like sunshine was still bouncing of her in rays yet I knew it wasn't because she was a vampire. It was because she was literally bursting with joy.

One by one, I watched as they each took their turns to hold him. One by one they too underwent the transformation. Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett. They were all human again, and for the first time in more than a hundred years, they all shed tears. Tears of immense, pure joy. They were crying because they could cry again. They were crying because they could be human and show it.

We christened my son with the name, Nicholas Edward Cullen. He would be the shining beacon of hope. The symbol of all our old memories and of all the new memories to come. He would be our redeemer. Sent to save the world from the threat of vampires and to save those doomed to the existence of a vampire. And as we gave him his name, as we stood in the garden of our home, I made a silent vow within. I promised to help him fulfill his destiny, with all of my being.

THE END

A/N: Surprise! It's the end of this story! I don't know what came over me when I wrote this chapter but I tell you I was writing harder than I'd ever written in my life. Anyways, not to worry, I'll be starting a new story soon but not a sequel. Look out for more on my profile! Bye! - MissMei92