So here's the last Chapter....I had a fun time writing this....it was interesting...for some reason I felt like uploading on April fool's day....But just to tell you this is the real story...no more chapters after this.

Disclaimer: Teacher: Hello class, we have a pop quiz today. (groan from the class) Okay, so raise your hand...who wrote the Twilight saga?

boy raises hand

teacher: Yes?

Boy: Uh, Mark Twain?

class laughs

Teacher: No, I'm sorry. Anyone else?

another boy: You?

girls giggle

Teacher: sadly no, come on tell me that someone knows who it is.

four girls at once: STEPHENIE MEYER!

everyone laughs....

so there's my disclaimer: i don't own twilight...but i guess you guys know who does

here's the chapter

Epilogue Together and Memories.

It had been a perfect wedding, wonderful graduation. We kept my house and lived there for years afterwards, having fun.

"Bella, what did you look like when you were human?" Edward asked. "I remember what you looked like when you were a teenager, but I want to know what you looked like right before the change.

I focused on my only memory of me; I was looking into a mirror, examining my body, wondering if I would ever get married. That was over two-hundred years ago.

My hair became a dirtier brown. My face softer, not as soft as it was before, my cheeks were pinker, my features softened up. My eyes were the same, but brown. My lips small but full and turned a darker pink.

"You were beautiful, as beautiful as you are now." He said, love saturating his voice.

"Thank you."

"I can't believe I've met anyone like you. You're just to perfect. How could I ever deserve you?" He said.

"By just being yourself. You're meant for me."

"Thank you. How much do you remember of your human life?" I had an idea.

"Only anything with you in it, but not any of my childhood."

"How would you like it if I showed you what happened during your life, it might take a while, but we've got years?"

"Sure."

I let me shield down and thought about his old life.

One memory in particular was my favorite; it was just after he admitted he loved me, right after his 18th birthday.

"Come on Edward, I've got something to show you." I was giving him a birthday present. It was only a day after his birthday and he was eighteen.

"Where are we going Bella?" He asked. I was dragging him across the yard.

"Into the forest then I'm running to the meadow. Come on."

It was going to be sunny and it had been years since he's seen me in the sun.

I stuck him on my back and ran.

"It feels weird that you're carrying me and I'm bigger than you." He said, jokingly.

I laughed. "I'm stronger."

"I bet you're not." He said.

"I know I am, I can break your arm like a twig, and I'm carrying you."

"You've got a point."

I laughed again. We made it to the meadow, quickly.

"Go ahead," I pushed him, just like the last time, though he probably didn't remember.

He smiled and walked out into the sun. He beckoned me toward, to join him.

"Come on, not this again." He complained.

I smiled and walked into the sun.

His smile became rigid and his breath caught. Was he scared of me?

"Edward?" I asked, walking towards him. He didn't respond so I walked quicker.

I picked him up, he wasn't breathing, just staring at me.

"Edward, breathe, please. You can't live without breathing like I can."

He took a breath, and then blushed in embarrassment. I laughed.

He shuffled himself out of my lap and over to the side a little bit. Rubbing his eyes dramatically, I laughed more.

"What's the matter, I'm too scary?"

"No, to beautiful, I can't tell if this is a dream or not."

I laughed and crawled into his lap and tucked my head under his chin. His arms wrapped around my body.

"This is definitely not a dream. It's all too real for me." I said.

"Definitely. You're too perfect though and I can't imagine why I got you." He said.

"The same with me. I can't see why I could ever deserve you." He smiled. I really couldn't imagine why I had him, I was a monster.

He stroked my cheek and kissed my hair.

I turned and crawled off his lap. He stared at me with disappointed eyes.

"I want to try something." I said.

I leaned forward and rested my head against his chest. I could hear his strong heart underneath my ear. The blood pumping through his heart sounded so delicious and so did his smell. I resisted though, this would not be the way he would die.

We sat there for hours, me listening to his heart, memorizing the beat.

"What were you doing?" Edward asked. I had pulled myself from his chest a few seconds earlier.

"Listening to your heartbeat, it's amazing." I pulled his hand to the side of my face that was against his chest.

"It's warmer." He said, surprised. Then an idea flashed through his eyes. "Can I try something?"

"Sure." I said.

He stroked my cheek, my neck, my collar bone, my arms and legs. This was just like he did when he was thirteen. Then he put his hands on my shoulders, wearily moving them down, slowly towards my chest. His cheeks were flushed. I smiled. I loved him and he could feel where ever he wanted to.

His hands cupped my bust, feeling. "Wow." That's all he could say. Of course, he was a teen.

He took his hands off then put them on the sides of my face and leaned in to my face for a kiss.

This kiss was normal, at first, then it became more urgent. It took all my effort to try not to kill or squash him. He started to unbutton my shirt, and I his. Why was I doing this, did I have enough strength to not kill him?

"I'm sorry," I said while pulling away.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his chest was almost fully exposed and beautiful.

"I can't, I don't know if I can. I can't not kill you Edward, this will just be too much."

"Why not, it'll be my birthday present."

"I'm sorry Edward, I'm not going to. I don't have enough control to restrain myself from killing you."

"Try, I know you can."

"Fine."

I kissed him again, his mouth traveled down my neck to my collar bone, continuing to unbutton my blouse.

Then I almost bit him. I ran all the way to the other side of the meadow.

"Bella?" He called.

"I'm sorry Edward, I can't control myself. We can't, I'm sorry."

I was approaching him.

"Why not?"

"Because, right then, before I left, I came within a millimeter of your neck. I could have killed you. I'm not taking that chance." I said through my teeth. I didn't want to sound harsh, but I couldn't help it.

"Okay." He said.

He was laying on the ground, shirt completely torn. I couldn't focus, so I tore his shirt off and a slight of mine. My shirt had a slit that went all the way to the top of the start of my bust, just below the collar bone. I sat my head on his stomach and we sat there peacefully for the next hours.

"I love you." Edward said, he was stroking my hair.

"I love you too." I said, I was drawing patterns on his stomach with my hand.

We sat there peacefully the rest of the night.

"Wow" He said. We had finished my favorite memory. Sure I had come close to killing him, but I came close to loving him even more. "I can't believe we almost did that. You could have killed me."

"Hey, it's not like I don't know that. I tried to tell you, but you were to stubborn to admit it. You had so much faith in me then, but I'm sure you know how strong my restraint was, since you have almost perfected yours."

I grinned at him. He was perfect everywhere.

He nodded but didn't say anything.

"I love you." He said finally.

"I love you too." Then he kissed me, the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. His hands traced everywhere and he ruined my designer clothing that Rosalie and Alice bought me, though I didn't care.

I knew I loved Edward Anthony Mason-Cullen and I knew that we would be together forever, no matter what.

So that was the last chapter....i'm now completely dedicated to my other story...review....please? Hope you guys liked it...thanks

Jey