Author Note: This is the end of my fan fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon. Nothing is mine! I don't own Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, either.

Till Death Do Us Part

Edward sat in the chapel of the Volterra church, watching a wedding. Who cared that he wasn't invited? He certainly didn't and if they had a problem with it, well, they'd have to throw him out! The couple were exchanging vows and Edward winced. "Till death do us part," they said. Edward thought for a moment. He murmered the words to himself and looked up at the couple. In his mind he saw Bella in a beautiful white dress, looking even more exquisite than she had at prom. He saw himself saying the words to her and sliding the ring on her finger.

It was not to be. And even if he had married her, there would have been no 'till death do us part' for there would be no death. Now it would be 'till death do us reunite.' The couple had finished and they were now walking down the aisle. Like the rest, Edward stood and watched them walk out the door before adjourning to the reception hall.

He had thought that this place would be perfect to expose the Vampires. A wedding. It had even fit his criteria and pain.

"And I'd give up forever to touch you," the DJ had started up Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls and Edward stopped from moving onto his victim. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." He listened, his mouth twisting into a grimace. His stomach muscles contracted and he felt an arm upon his.

"Are you all right?"

Edward pulled away and with a pace almost too fast for a human, ran from the room. Once outside of the chapel, Edward hunched over, his arms holding his stomach as he sobbed without any tears. He would give up forever just to touch Bella again. The world wouldn't understand. Could they have picked a better song to fit his feelings at that time?

Edward closed his eyes and threw his head back into the downpour of rain that he hadn't even noticed. Water fell into his open eyes, but it was a sorry excuse for tears. Those, try as he might, he could not conjure. Edward heard the sound of the car horn and he turn, pivoting on his right foot to face the car. Silently he dared the car to strike him. He wished it would.

Edward.

He shut his eyes. Not Alice. He couldn't listen to her. But her voice washed over his mind and seeped into his ears. Edward, please, listen to me. I saw the wrong thing. Bella's alive, one of her friends pulled her out! Edward, don't do anything stupid! Bella's here and alive!

Liar, he thought contemptuously. He had now way of knowing that she was telling the truth and he knew she might be thinking it just to keep him alive. He couldn't hear Bella's thoughts. He never could. The silence was almost normal now, but it pained him.

Edward, listen to me. I'm coming to get you! Don't do anything rash! Please! We love you.

To heck with them! They didn't understand. Alice had Jasper, Rosalie had Emmett, Esme had Carlisle. And he? He had just a stomach full of razor blades that had started sawing at him ever since he had left Bella's side.

He wasn't going to stay there anymore. He was going to where he belonged. Even in death. "Oh, Bella, Isabella," he breathed. "Why?" the question came out of his mouth before he could stop it. "I'm coming, sweetheart. I'm coming. Be patient." He could feel and hear a Vampire behind him.

"Edward," he didn't turn. It was Jane. "Don't do anything irrational."

"Kill me." He said.

Jane laughed. Then she left. Edward rolled his eyes and sat down, away from the street. He could kill someone, but that would disappoint Carlisle and he wouldn't do it. He could throw a car into a wall, but more than likely there would just be a huge court case and insurance bills because the owner wouldn't care as long as he got a replacement in the same model and condition as before.

Step into the sun…blind everyone…that would work. That would be what he would do.

There was a huge festival going on soon. He would do it then. It was in one day. He'd already wasted several trying to get to Italy and then waiting for the Volturi's decision. He could afford no more delays. Tomorrow he would emerge into the sun. Into death.

Edward hurried to the city's square, by the bell tower. He found the right alley and nodded. Here he would lose his clothes to be the brightest thing aside from the sun. He made all the plans and sat down in the alley.

"Sir?"

He looked up, another pesky human. Where did they come from?! At least this one was afraid of him. He could hear her. "You have to leave," she said, while her mind dittoed the statement for herself. "This place doesn't open until tomorrow." She was speaking Italian, but Edward understood.

He responded in kind, "I'll stay here, thank you very much."

He didn't even dazzle her like Bella had always accused him of doing. He had no energy, he wasn't in the mood for it. She blinked, "No one is allowed here right now, sir."

Edward looked at her. Then he opened his wallet and pulled out some cash. He offered it to her and she looked even more confused. She was thinking that he could easily get a hotel room for the price he was trying to bribe her with. "Sir, I won't take it, you have to leave. Now."

Edward finally gave up and began to walk away. He walked into the closest hotel and pulled out his credit card to pay for the room. As soon as he was up in the room he grabbed the pen and paper.

In his beautiful script he penned a long letter explaining why he had done what he did, told them he loved them, and wrote out his will. He was half tempted to tell off Rosalie for laughing at Bella's death. However he didn't. He was still the gentleman. He couldn't change who he was any more than he could bring Bella back from the dead.

He folded the paper into thirds and took the hotel's envelope. He deftly sealed the envelope after the letter was inside and addressed it.

Edward grabbed his key and marched down to the mail box. He slid the letter in it and walked back to his room to wait out the coming day.

"Till death do us part," Edward quoted. "Till death do us reunite. I'll be there soon, Bella."

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Edward watched as a plane landed. No doubt it had come from the States; he knew there was a plane arriving from there at that time. He'd checked the flight arrival on their website to see when the possible threat of his family would arrive. He stood and tied on his shoes.

After turning in the key he walked into the festival. A small car, a yellow Porsche was trying to get by security as he hurried through the alley. He could see it, a nice car. For some reason it made him think of Alice and Bella. Alice because she would love that car. Bella because it was a type of car he'd never be able to get for her. She hated him spending money on her. He didn't understand it.

Standing near the clock tower at 11:57, three minutes to noon, he could see Felix. He smiled a sneering smile. He bent down and removed his shoes and then pulled off his shirt.

11:28, Edward heard a cry of "-Ward!" He ignored it.

11:29, Edward watched the clock tower, again the cry echoed.

12:00 noon, the tower bell roared with finality. He lifted his foot to step. Before he'd even completed his step, Bella collided with him. Edward stopped and looked at her, his heart healing instantly. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his bare chest. "Amazing," he whispered in awe and happiness, "Carlisle was right."

Funny words when he wanted to kiss her and promise that he'd never leave again.

"Edward," she was pushing against his chest but it made no difference. He just wanted to stay there with her for a few moments. "You've got to get back into the shadows. You have to move!"

Why? He smiled, amused. He stroked her cheek with his hand. Again the clock struck with the finality that was perfect to the situation.

"I can't believe how quick it was. I didn't fell a thing-they're very good." He had thought it would've been painful for that was what he thought he deserved. "Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty." He, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, was hers, hell or heaven didn't matter. He was hers…for eternity.