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Edward's View-

"Rose," I begged, "you can't be serious. She doesn't want anything to do with me." I couldn't say her name though.

"Rose," I begged, grabbing her sleeve, and trying again. She wasn't listening to me. "I'm begging you Rosalie. Just let me go!"

She still wasn't listening.

"Rosy!" I tried again, she hated it whenever someone called her Rosy- only Emmet got away with it sometimes.

"Edward," she said, not bothering to look my way. "You know how our family would fall apart if you weren't there. Suicide's not an option," she said simply, responding at last to my tens of pleas.

"Please Rose," I said. "I can't even commit suicide, or I wouldn't be here in front of you right now. I want to go the radio station and I-"

"Save me the excuse lover boy," she rolled her eyes dramatically. I didn't have to look at her to know she was doing that. "You would go to the radio station and expose us for what we really are. No one would believe you on that you know, but then you'd get angry and start telling them little tidbits. And then Carlisle and Esme, and-"

"I would never hurt Carlisle and Esme, Rose," I roared. She was such an idiot. "I would rather-"

"Just shut up Edward," I could feel her rolling her eyes again. "That would never work. No one would believe you until you start showing up evidence. Someone would move into kill you, and then-"

"I can't be killed though Rosy," I grimaced. No matter how much I wanted to be, I knew I couldn't. I hated the Volturi.

"Whatever," she just said, and continued on driving. I had no idea where we were going, but as I saw the border pass into France, I suddenly felt my heart do flips. I didn't like this one bit.

"Why France?" I squeaked. I hated feeling so weak, so fragile that I would never be able to stop her. She was faster than I, stronger than I, and smarter than myself as well…I hated girls, they were all like that.

"Reason for travel, Mrs.," the man at the booth said, looking towards my direction.

"Miss," Rosalie illustrated, taking her sunglasses and hat off at a certain point. "This is just my brother-" I knew she was rolling her eyes at this as well- "he's a bit in a mental state. We're going to go visit our dear Mother in France."

"What happened to a plane trip?" The border patrol asked, I knew he wasn't supposed to be asking that.

"He scares other passengers," she shuddered. I'd hit her if I could…

"Oh," the man nodded sympathetically, not looking as if he actually believed her. I could see from his expression he hated women.

"That'll be 5 euro to pass then," he said, holding out his hand. I stared at him in shock- why wasn't he asking about citizenship? Passports? City of stay? Length of stay? Weapons?

"Here's just a bit extra," Rosalie winked at him, ruffled her hair, and sped off.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing," she shrugged. "I do it all the time."

"I wish Emmet was here…" I trailed off. I would have thought of telling him, if I lived that long that was.

"He helped me master it actually," she laughed, she was so cruel. "You aren't the only one whose good at getting past people dear brother," she said.

"Let me go Rose," I said then, suddenly. I didn't know where this was heading, and I didn't want to find out. Every minute took us farther away from the Volturi, and my ever pending death.

"Edward," she sighed, frustrated. "No."

"Why not?" I asked. "I swear I won't do that radio thing anymore. I won't reveal you," I lied, desperate that she'd believe me. "I swear-"

"Just shove it up your-" she started to say, but then stopped abruptly, and began to talk to herself. "This is stupid, Jasper and Be-"

"Um, what?" I asked her then, hoping I'd heard wrong.

"Belinda," she finished, suddenly looking towards me and shaking her head excitedly. "Jasper and Belinda are waiting for us. They're-"

"Belinda?" I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

"Yuh-huh. Belinda's a magical fairy who lives in…far, far away Edward. You know-"

"It's her isn't it?" I asked, the words not even being a question. I didn't want to say her name, and I didn't want it confirmed.

"I'm taking you to Bella whether you like it or not," she shrugged. "You're only human now Edward. What can a human do to stop a vampire?"

Far, far away- I didn't know Bella was hearing the same lines.

(FROM LAST CHAPTER).

Bella's View-

"Jasper," I tried once more. "I don't love him. He left me. I don't-"

"Please be quiet Bella," he said, suddenly making me drowsy. I didn't want to sleep…and yet I couldn't fight it. And I did fall asleep…crying all the way.

"Wake up Bella," Jasper knugged my shoulder gently. "We're here."

"Where?" I asked, weary and confused. My dreams, nightmares actually, had brought me through the realities of what would have happened when he left…the thoughts in Alice's mind had been definite of that doing, and I had found out that this why she had agreed to change me in the first place- not that it had done any good anyway.

"The city of lights," he replied, interrupting my thoughts. The car suddenly came to a halt.

"Las Vegas?" I asked, the confusion stirring me up.

"No," he stared at me specutively. "Paris. The real city of lights."

"Oh," I said. "What's in Paris?"

"Lover boy," he shrugged.

I was all the way up now. "I don't love him," I started to cry, suddenly hysteric. Why was Jasper doing this to me? What I had I ever done to him? "He hates me. I know he does! He wanted to leave me. He-"

But then Jasper stopped me again with a wave of calmness…I hated him. "Who are you talking about Bella?" he asked me, confusion knitting his brows. I suddenly felt another wave of tranquility flow through me- believability.

"Oh," I nodded understanding. I couldn't fight the senses. "It's not him then. Okay," I jumped, happy. I didn't know who it was, but at least it wasn't him. Jasper had listened to me after all…

He began to unbuckle his seat belt at that point then, and got out of the car- I followed. "Where are we going in Paris?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," he smiled. It was dark outside, I could see- the lights only alluminated so much. The nighttime sky was beautiful…like Van Gogh's painting I suddenly recalled. "Here's a handkerchief," he grinned, and put it around my eyes, his eyes were fidgeting I could tell- nervous. I felt another wave of tranquility shoot through me…

"What's happening?" I asked, I was so lightheaded, for I couldn't make sense of anything. (NOTE: This means that she's not able to make sense of anything, if you're confused, of what Jasper is doing or saying thanks to the waves or whatever he shot through her).

"Let's go Bella," he said, and grabbed my hand cautiously. It's coldness however shook me awake, and I seemed to wake up out of the trance I was in. Jasper was manipulating me, I noticed. The wave of hysterics I had gotten had suddenly disappeared, Jasper had just asked a question- one which gave away nothing. I remembered his smile then- cautious. When he was tying the handkerchief around my eyes…he'd been fidgeting as well. And we were in Paris- the city of love as well. What would he have in Paris?

And then it hit me all over again, the hysteria. He was taking me to him- I didn't want to say his name- all over again.

"Why are you doing this to me Jasper," I crumbled. "He wanted to leave me," I cried, "was going to. And now you're taking me to him…"

"He loves you Bella," he replied. I was suddenly drowsy all over again, apparently Jasper didn't want me to argue on this. I almost forgot all my thoughts…almost.

"Please don't do this," I begged, my voice only a whimper.

"I have to," he replied. He didn't say anything after that, and neither did I. My tears spoke up for it, I could suddenly feel my blouse starting to get wet.

"I don't love him anymore Jasper," I tried again, desperate. I had no idea where he was leading me. "I don't."

"You've forgotten I've got a built in lie detector," he tried to joke, it being a waste. I had forgotten about that…

"But you can feel the pain," I gushed, trying once more. "I can't see him…and you know that."

"I'm not Alice that you can argue with," his tone suddenly becoming hard. I shut up. I didn't like where this was going…

After about 15 minutes of walking around blindly however, he finally took of the handkerchief, and said, "Open your eyes Bella," his cool breath knocking more sense into me.

The same time I opened mine however, so did Edward. There was Rosalie behind him, Jasper behind me, and then they were suddenly gone. It was only himself and me…on the most romantic spot in the World.

The Eiffel Tower.

I, however, saw it as something different- the cliff hadn't worked, I reconciled. There was only us two on top of here, an interaction I never wanted to go through…and a impossible distance to leap from.

And I began to run, at the top speed I could conjure up, stretching my arms to emancipate my fall, wishing for death to come as a rush. I couldn't do this, I knew. I couldn't live like this, I couldn't face him. Rosalie had dragged him here, he probably wanted to come here to stamp on my face how he hated me. He wanted to-

But then three words caught me from the edge. "I love you," he said, and I turned around to look at him. His words were sincere, his eyes like emeralds…but he was too late. I had tripped, and I had fell.

I cried all the way down, for I couldn't live like this anymore. He had been sincere, and he did love me. And for the first time in my life, I realized that. And I fell then…to my death.

What happened then astounded me. Someone had caught my hand, but only in midair. Edward was falling with me somehow, his hand enclosed around my own. We were falling through our deaths.

"Bella Swan," he shouted as we fell, "I love you. Never forget that."

"I love you too," I breathed, my last words.

My mind had stopped then…and his as well.

We loved each other, and that's all that would ever matter. Life and death didn't.

Love is a battlefield, I had remembered.

And the battlefield had won partways.

It had taken both our lives, but it had brought us together. It could only win to a certain extent...like Romeo and Juliet. (NOTE- VOLTURI LIED)

NEWSCAST

"We now bring you this report of two people falling of the Eiffel Tower. It was a rather strange phenomenon actually, for the two had somehow managed to hold hands as they fell.

"The bodies aren't identifiable yet, but several Americans here are claiming it to be something else".

"Like Romeo and Juliet," a girl said, her face small and pixie like- rather beautiful. "Just call it that."

"How?" the television newscaster asked her.

"The story's too long to tell."

"Can't be," the newscaster responded. "No story's too long."

"This one is though," she said, and suddenly left the camera. A beautiful boy with blonde hair walking side by side her…

"Romeo and Juliet lived and died together," another girl commented, her golden hair flying off her shoulders. "Just think of it as that."

And she walked away as well, her hair bouncing off her shoulders, a muscular boy by her, a well-known doctor and his wife walked side-by side.

They weren't heard from again.

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