Hey, sorry that I haven't updated in ages but my computer broke and it just got fixed. This chapter is really short so i'm sorry about that. The next chapter will be longer. Actually i think that i'll stick two chapters together.

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Here is the next chapter for you, could you let me know what you think please? I'll love ya forever! XD

A loud scream woke me up. The scream built and built until it stopped suddenly. Zephyr burst into the room with a wild look in his eyes. I sat up in bed ignoring the sudden wave of dizziness. He ran at me using vampire speed and lifted me up. He ran, with me on his back, and burst into Rose's room. As soon as I saw her I knew what was happening. She lay on the bed convulsing; a pool of blood lay next to her. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to stop herself from screaming. I ran to her side and grabbed her hand. She looked at me and held my gaze for a second before a tear fell down her cheek and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She shuddered violently and screamed again. Zephyr was stroking her hair and tearlessly crying. He looked over at me and my face was reflected in his eyes. I saw grief and pain, sorrow and despair, anger and sadness.

The room was quiet, the chill from the open window seeped into my clothes. She lay on a bed covered in silk, gasping for breath. Her eyes were sunken and her skin clung to her bones. Her hair lay limp against her face, her skin was deathly pale. Her rasping breath was all that filled the room, like a whisper carried by the wind. Her eyes set on me and a tear rolled down both our cheeks.

'Help me, please.' Rose whispered and passed out.

The room was too crowded, everyone with their heads bent low. No one made a sound.

She lay utterly still on the table, her eyes closed, her breathing stopped. Her lips were parted slightly and her cheeks had faded from their rose pink state. She was more peaceful than she ever was; she no longer had to live in pain. She was safe – wherever she was – she was safe. The room was silent, there was no chatter, no screams, no cries, simply quiet. Even the baby made no sound.

A white cloth was placed over her bare body to respect her. The cloth came up to her shoulders but kept her face visible, as if she was sleeping. Her hair was swept off of her face; it was spread out behind her. Just like a princess in a fairytale. The room began to empty leaving her almost alone. She shouldn't be alone, not now. Someone took her child from the room, good, no child should see their mother dead. The others stayed quiet; they made barely a whisper as they left the room, shutting the door behind them.

Her hand was cold, colder than the others. She shouldn't be cold; she should be warm and full of life. But she wasn't, she was dead. She wouldn't come back; she wouldn't see her child grow up. What colour where her eyes? Where they blue or green? We never really notice the small things, or do we? When in shock the mind can go blank is that what was happening? Shock?

Why did she die? She was strong and she was brave, people like that don't die. They live long and happy lives. They don't lie on a table cold and dead. But she was, unmoving, unfeeling and completely dead. Why do things like this happen to good people? It's not right.

The feeling took over. The numbing pain, it crippled. One too many lives lost. Gone forever, an unchanging future, a blank one for her. Was she happy? Was she at peace? Heaven. Was it a bright light then darkness? A new life, a gift to start over? Was she in her favourite place, her perfect...life? Was she in the clouds looking down?

Her death couldn't have been stopped. He tried, he tried so hard but he couldn't help her. Even the venom wouldn't work on her. It's like she just gave up.

She looked like she was sleeping, calm and still. A white bird had managed to get into the room; it circled twice then swept out of the window with the breeze. It felt like her spirit had escaped with the bird as well. Like she was free to soar through the skies.

Zephyr walked into the room holding his son in his hands. The baby was beautiful, he looked just like his father but with his mothers eyes and hair.

As soon as I saw him I was racked with guilt. I sank to the floor and let all my emotions flow. I shuddered as I sobbed; I had to clutch the bed to keep myself from falling. It was my entire fault. I could have saved her, I could have done something! I felt someone wrap their arms around me. I looked up through teary eyes.

He was here, here holding me as I cried. I buried my face in his chest as I cried. I could smell the forest and home on his clothes. His tanned arms gripped me tighter as I let it all out.

Zephyr called his and Rose's son John after her father. He could already crawl and could nearly speak. I sat with him on my knee as I tried to get him to fall asleep. Zephyr came over and lifted John up and took him away. A car pulled up the driveway in front of the house and I climbed in it, pulling my bags in after me.

The car sped off and the house was out of sight before I had the chance to look back. The landscape rushed past me in a blur of colour. I was too exhausted to think. All I knew was that I was going home. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the window of the car. I felt the bumps in the road and I drifted off into a deep sleep. For once I didn't have a nightmare. But before I drifted off one thing crossed my mind.

I needed to talk to Carlisle.

So what did you think about the chapter? I promise the next chapter will be alot longer.

Thank you! XD