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BPOV
I heard a car coming along fast. There shouldn't be a human here. No human would ever go to the middle of the woods.
But it was true. There was a human, and I could smell her.
I looked up with the last of my strength, only to meet the terrified eyes of Pooh.
PPOV
I stared at the scene before me.
It wasn't right. Not only because of the fact that there were vampires and werewolves on the earth, but also because that the good was losing.
My friends shouldn't lose.
I looked at Andrew. He was battling a red-haired female vampire. He looked so scared, but not because of the vampire.
He looked scared for me.
His attention was diverted when he saw me. At that moment, the red-haired vampire was preparing to aim at his neck, a death blow that would leave him defenseless.
"No--" I cried. What could I, the weak, puny human do to stop a full-grown vampire? A human who had never done any sport? A human who needed to save the love of her life's life?
It was that last part that hurt me the most. Andrew couldn't die. I loved him too much. I had to think fast.
I realized that about a hundred years ago, one woman was approached with the same problem. She managed to overcome it and save the man she loved's life.
I picked up a sharp stone, almost as sharp as a knife. It wouldn't do anything if I threw it at the red-haired girl. Heck, she probably wouldn't even notice it. But there was something she would notice.
The third wife.
With one motion and no regrets, I stuck the stone between my ribs, cutting deep. This was the only way to save Andrew, I told myself. The only way.
Immediately, every vampire stopped fighting. All of their heads snapped up to the smell of blood at the same time.
I could feel the wound gushing blood out by the gallons. Every vampire's eyes turned black.
The wound didn't hurt, or it maybe was because I was already above it. I could feel light, not pain, but light from my wound. At that moment, everything was perfect. Every bad thing in the world somehow disappeared, and there was only white.
Everything passed in a dreamlike, slow motion state.
I could see a whole bunch of vampires charging toward me, their faces crazed. I could see the one with the red hair just inches from my face.
I could see her pulled back by a werewolf. I could see all the vampires being pulled back, each one killed. Everything was perfect. Andrew would live.
BPOV
I gasped in horror as each vampire rushed forth to Pooh. In their crazed state, it was easy to kill each one until only Victoria was left. She started running to the forest, here talent of escape kicking up.
I looked at Andrew. He was looking at Pooh. His eyes were crazed, too, but not for the same reason.
He whipped his head toward Victoria and took off like lightning. He was inexorable.
I could see them about a few hundred meters away, fighting. Victoria was strong, but Andrew had just lost the love of his life.
It truly scared me to see him like that. Victoria's face actually flashed fear.
He made it to her neck, and he bit her head off. Andrew had won. Quickly, he disassembled the legs, but then the torso with the hands still on it grabbed…and found his neck. In one motion, the fragile tendons were torn apart.
A fight which had only taken a few seconds ended…with both dead.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Edward screamed out the werewolves' thoughts. Within seconds, they had all rushed to Andrew's side and desembered the rest of Victoria, but it was too late for him.
I rushed over to Pooh. I could feel her life fading. Her face looked so peaceful.
"Pooh! No, you can't go! Not when I've just found you!" I shouted.
"Oh, it's all right, Bella. You're strong. You have Edward. You will live on," she replied hoarsely.
"No, Pooh! No! Edward! Carlisle! Help her!" I screamed.
"Carlisle's still in Europe," he whispered beside me.
"Oh, Bella, don't worry! It hurts me to see you hurt. You'll be fine. One day, you'll live long and forget me one day. Everyone will forget me. It's the way of the world. It's the way it was always meant to be. You were always the sister that would do something bigger with her life," Pooh said.
"No, Pooh! I won't ever forget you! Never! Even after I forget my own name, you will be something that I will never forget," I whispered, holding her hand.
Pooh just smiled and looked at me serenely.
"Bella, one last thing. You're forgiven." Pooh opened her eyes and looked at me. "I could never hate you. It was just that back then, I was immature and didn't understand. It was my fault. You have no blame. Rest assured," she said.
I heard her breathing and her heartbeat slow.
"Edward! Do something! Can't we change her into a vampire or something?!!" I shouted.
"No, Bella, it's too late. She was never meant to be a vampire," Edward said.
EPOV
I stared at my beautiful Bella in pain. Pooh was dying. It was all too late. I could hear her heartbeat slow, and so could Bella.
Thump. Thump..thump…thump….thump…..thump…….. nothing.
Bella was sobbing now.
It had started to rain. Thunferstorm, actually.
Pooh was dead. Bella raised her head to the sky and cried out the most painful word I had ever heard in my existence, easily louder than the thunder. "Pooooooooooh!"