Epilogue

Author's Notes: What? You actually thought I would leave you there? Jeeze, guys, I'm not that evil. :3 Just so you don't get the wrong impression either, I'm putting this up today too.

THIS SHALL BE TOLD IN JACBO'S POINT OF VIEW!!! PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END!!!

Disclaimer: I have not, do not, and will not own any of the Twilight characters in this story. They all properly belong to Stephanie Meyer. That being said…

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What was I doing here? I had every intention of not coming. What was the point of mourning over him anyway?

I looked around, seeing the Cullens in their black suits and dresses, and then I saw Sam as well as the rest of our werewolf pack standing at the other side. They didn't have to be here either…they had had no connection to him whatsoever, so why bother?

It's because you knew him, Sam told me telepathically. I shook my head.

Only briefly.

The body was not recovered, but we were having the funeral in the same spot where the battle took place. The area was completely destroyed, a crater like hole left behind. The blow had been huge… Since we had no priest, we had Carlisle do the sermon, yet no one was saying a speech. Not for him. Never. I turned away, pissed off. I didn't even want to look at the grave… A tombstone was all there was. Funny how it took only one death to unite people. The vampires had not even one intention to try and kill us right there, and neither did we to them. When the sermon was over I immediately began to leave, but a hand stopped me. It enlaced it's fingers between my own and I sighed. Amazing how one simple touch was able to calm me down.

"Where are you going?" his sweet voice asked and I sighed, not turning around to look at him.

"There's no need for me to be here, you know that."

"Not true, you knew him."

"For a short while! Man, how many times must I say it?"

"Alright, alright, don't get pissed off at me!"

"Why did you insist on having a funeral for him anyway?"

There was a slight pause before he started talking again. "Because he was once special to me, and even though it was a dark dream, he strived to achieve it no matter what. I believe that is worth admiring, or at least remembering."

I turned around to look at him and sighed. I saw him smile.

"Besides, you look great in a suit." That made me grin too. We all began dispersing, going back to what we wanted to do. I wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing his lips gently and loving the giggle he let out.

"So can we go now, Bastion?"

He turned around, giving one last look at Jason's grave, before nodding. "Yup. He's free to rot in hell now." We both laughed and walked away. To where? We didn't know, but hey, we were together. That's all that mattered, right?

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THAT'S how evil I am, folks. :P