Disclaimer: We do not own, nor claim to own anything that is from the wonderful imagination of Stephenie Meyer. The poem at the start of the Epilogue belongs to the amazing poet, Sara Teasdale.

A/N: THE EPILOGUE!! So Allie and I (THIS IS BEN) are sooooooo incredibly amazed at the amount of reviews and views from the last chapter. Keep them up! Seriously, there are so many, that we are having trouble replying back; not that we have a problem in ANY way!

Since Allie did the final A/N, I thought I might put mine here. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and read our hardwork. I would especially like to thank JenRar, who literally makes me smile and trusted us not to diminish her day.

Without further ado, here is the epilogue, at which I'm sure you'll be either confused or amazed (lol). This is the last chapter from Bella's point of view. So, before you read, I give you a celebratory wave on surviving the ride that is What He Would Have Wanted. Remember to read the A/N at the bottom for more information and clarifications on the chapter.

Enjoy!

What He Would Have Wanted
By cALLIEfornia BENches

What do I owe you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Or gave my heart a song.
But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I woe the open gate
That led through heaven's wall.

I was back in the dark corridor that had been haunting me for months.

All around me, I could smell them, treading lightly on the ground, and circling me. I knew what was coming; I was going to be attacked. Each and everyone of the cloaks encircling me had lightening speed, a match, and the orders to capture me. Dead or alive.

I hoped for another silver lining, one where each and every cloak dissipated into thin air, and those murky clouds parted, casting my bronze-haired angel down from the heavens. I only hoped that, even without wispy clearings of what was ahead of me, even without the dark clouds moving aside, he would come and save me again. Like he always did.

But this time, I wasn't so sure.

He was no where in sight. My eyes darted helplessly from each corner of my vision; nothing. He had left as soon as he had come. There were more important things than me. I was secondary. I should have been angry. Betrayed. Used. I ought to be giving up at this very moment, letting go all I had held. I should have let the cards fall where they could. Any normal person would have done that.

But I understood. My prince would come and rescue me, I just knew he would.

Fairy tales never left me believing for a happy ending. I was always left wondering, the sunset they wander off to doesn't last forever. The light only shone for so long; after, not even twilight can withstand the power of darkness. Pure, and utter shadow. But I believed this miracle. There was no doubt in my mind he would come for me. He always did. Love knew no bounds, heaven or earth.

He'd come.

I was put out of my daze as the small ray of sun shone on the cloaks, revealing a shimmering hand shaped in a square fist created contact with my stomach, and I was knocked sailing across the open air.

I quickly regained myself, and shot forth, relieved to finally get myself a couple of kicks in the fight. I knocked one of the hooded demons back, tearing bits of the robe in the process.

"No use in hiding under those thick hoods! You'll never be able to appreciate the sun under those things," I sneered. I felt a strong grip behind me and ducked gracefully, and swept the figure off it's feet in one fluid motion. The cloak fell off, revealing a frustrated and wildly confused follower. I quickly made good work of his arms, and continued to back up toward the street, looking for the open space and hoping to bide time.

The remaining figures continued to circle me, some apprehensive of my power and others keen to bring me down. All I had to do was wait. And stall for him.

The cloud cover was starting to relieve itself, letting leaks of light pour through, scattering bits of the street with rays.

Now.

I jumped high and furiously began to take down one of the figures, each stratch and punch I learned vital to my survival. To his survival. To the family.

But before I could deal another blow, I was strangled to my feet, and the cloaks reassembled, drawing nearer towards my squirming and struggling body. Behind me, my captivator whispered.

"We meet again, dear. You thought you could escape me once? That was quite a stunt last time, youngling, but I assure you, God won't be so gracious," shrieked Jane. I was never going to escape her. Through life and death, she was always behind me, placing low threats in my ear.

Where are you, Edward?

This wasn't going as planned. I wasn't supposed to be caught! Fear and self-anger boiled inside me; I couldn't disappoint once again. This wasn't just about Edward and I anymore. This was about the family. About our lives. About the rest of the vampires.

I wasn't going to fail.

I kicked back with all my force and heard a stifling crunch of bones. Jane's piercing scream filled the sky as she crumbled. Swiftly, I leaped forward, careful to run out of harm's way.

Crack

A loud sound, and I crumbled to the ground confused as to why I hit the floor. Everything was still, with the soft musings of Jane shrieking with glee.

But he came. I blinked and lazily smiled. Behind Jane, behind the shrouding cover of cloaks, stood a Greek God, his bronze hair covering his eyes, with a triumphant look upon his chiseled face.

This was the last thing I was going to see. And I was so happy. Fairy tales might never be realistic. But I would always hope to ride off into the sunset, with Edward by my side.

Darkness seemed to take over my body, and I woke up with a jolt.

Sweat covered my face and stuck to the shirt I chose to sleep in tonight. The covers and pillows were scattered all around the floor, as if a great scuffle took place in my room. Soft cooings of croaking frogs and the light dustings of wind were the only sounds beside the sharp breathing belonging to my own.

"It was a dream," I told myself. An odd dream about a brown-haired beauty and gorgeous man that I could never seem to get out of my head. They seemed so familiar, but yet, I had no idea who they were.

Vampires? That sounded childish.

Maybe it was insomnia. Maybe it was the compensation for the boring life I felt I had. Maybe it was due to the increasing amount of stress from the upcoming final exams.

All I knew was that this wasn't the first time the two clouded my sleep. And that I wish I could be a part of it.

But I wasn't a vampire, of course. I was simply a 17-year old human girl, waking up shaken from a dream.

And unfortunately, the more I woke up, the more vage the dream became and now I could hardly recall any of the details at all. Ugh.

"Go back to sleep Izzy," I told myself. "Save it for tomorrow..."

But my sweet reassurances did nothing to quench my curiousity. Of the lovely girl who, for the last couple of days, always met the same fate. And of the beautiful boy, who always showed up last, and somehow brought a smile to my face. Each and every time.

If only I was who he wanted.

I slowly drifted into a dreamy sleep. One where I might remember their names. And who they were.

A/N: So, I'm guessing that came as quite a shock, eh? I had a lot of fun writing this little tidbit.

As always, REVIEWING makes best friends, and don't be shy to force feed other to do so as well. By reviewing, you get a preview of the preface/proglogue of the story (MORE INFORMATION IN THE FINAL A/N). We're excited to begin the sequel, titled Turning Eighteen.

CLARIFICATIONS:
Yes, this is Bella.
She is indeed human.
And yes, she was having a dream.

We did name her Izzy because that will be her name in the new story. You'll see...I really can't disclose anymore valuable information. Just, as always, trust us that we know what we're doing hahaha

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cALLIEfornia BENches