Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer.

There seemed to be a lot of confusion in the last chapter about Edward's role. This chapter should clear some of that up. It's short, but important. Enjoy!

The plane ride was pure torture. The idea of ripping the door open at fourteen thousand feet and jumping to the ground didn't seem like such a bad idea at times.

All I could think of was Bella being taken to some unknown location by Brendon. His very name made me want to tear the closest object to shreds. The image of his face that I had seen in Derik's thoughts had haunted my thoughts since we had taken off.

I didn't know what he was going to do with Bella, or why he would want to kidnap her. I ran through all the possibilities, but none of them made any sense. The way he had done it had been nearly faultless. He wiped his parent's memories, convinced Alice that she didn't need to look for Bella, and managed to make sure Bella's parents thought that nothing was wrong. What he had done was not a spur of the moment decision, he had planned this nearly perfectly.

Nearly, but not quite. If it wasn't for the fact that I could read minds, everything would have remained as he planned. He had obviously not known about my ability. But none of this explained the reason that he had taken Bella in the first place.

The first most logical conclusion was that he had kidnapped her to kill her. But that was a conclusion I was unwilling to accept. The fact that he would go through so much trouble to kill one person didn't make sense. I also refused to accept that Bella could be dead.

Another option was that Bella had gone with him for a reason. Her parents had not been brainwashed by Brendon, so perhaps she had agreed to go with him. Her letter clearly explained that there was no romance between them. That meant that if she had agreed to go, it would have had to be for a pretty good reason. Brendon had known that I was coming to Jacksonville, Derik would have told him. So maybe it was something to do my sudden appearance on the scene. But Bella would never have agreed to leave with him if she had known that I was coming.

I couldn't come up with anything. Emmett just sat there the whole flight starring at me like I was insane. All his thoughts were occupied with ways he could somehow hurt Brendon. When we landed, I managed to compose myself enough that I didn't run off the plane before anyone had stood up.

Emmett and I walked out of the terminal into Seattle Airport's main area. Crowds of people swarmed by, and their thoughts flew threw my mind. I didn't pay attention to them as we walked toward our destination.

Suddenly, I felt like something was happening, something important. I stopped walking, and Emmett stopped a few paces ahead of me. He turned around to look at me.

"Edward, what's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head.

"I don't know. I think something's wrong…" I told him. I tried to begin walking again, but as soon as I moved, I fell to the floor screaming.

My heart hadn't beat in over a hundred years, but right now it felt like someone was ripping it out of my chest. Slowly the pain subsided, and I could hear a faint beating. It was so familiar to me, but I couldn't place the noise. Slowly, the cold floor beneath me faded away, and I stood up in complete darkness.

An object gradually came into focus in front of me. At first, I couldn't make it out, but then the horror dawned on me. She looked different in subtle ways, like someone had taken her most beautiful features and intensified them. Her eyes were closed, but they slowly opened to look at me. A faint smile flickered on her face. It was Bella, more beautiful than she had ever been.

"Bella…" I whispered to the darkness. She just looked at me, not moving. I realized that the faint beating I heard was her heart. It was slowing, and becoming fainter. I realized she was dying, and that she knew it as well as I did.

"Bella, no!" I cried to her, finding I could not move to her side, "I can't lose you!" I yelled frantically across the abyss, my voice beginning to crack. I felt the sobs coming.

Her eyes became sad, and then they filled with determination. She looked like she was trying extremely hard to summon the strength to do something, and I realized she was trying to speak. When she spoke her voice was soft and weak, but was still the most wonderful noise I would ever know.

"I love you Edward." She said, so quietly it was hard to hear. Then her eyes closed, and I could hear her heart stop, and the darkness faded away.

I opened my eyes to see I was still lying on the floor of the airport, my tearless sobs racking my body. A crowd of people had appeared around us. Emmett was kneeling by my side, asking me what was wrong.

"She's dead!" I cried, "Bella's dead!" and my sobs continued. Emmett's face sunk, his eyes growing wide. He hoisted me up, and leaning on him, we walked through the crowd. As we walked outside, it was raining. I thought this was the earth's way of saying that it shared in my grief, and cried the tears that I no longer could for me.

So, to get things strait, Edward was not in Canada when Bella was being changed. If anyone has questions or concerns, plese feel free to ask! Please review!

In other news, I would like to ask a question of other writers. This is my first fanfic, so I am very pleased with it, of course. But, I would still like to know if it is doing as well as I think it is. After my 19th chapter, this story had a total of 235 reviews, is favorited by 52 people, and is on alert for 101 people. Is this considered good, or do I need to step it up a notch? I'm dying to know!