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I wake up, my quilts twisted around my legs and sheen of cold sweat covering my face. I look at Bella, who is sleeping peacefully beside me, her face betraying no sign of the worrying that was thrust upon us today. I turn my head and look out the window at the night sky. The black velvet sky is blanketed with clouds, blurring the heavens. The moon isn't visible tonight, nothing is, only a blurry, black sky.
I look to my bedside table. The digital clock reads eleven fifty three p.m.
Only seven more minutes.
Seven more minutes until Bella will die.
Seven more minutes that I have worth living.
Seven more minutes until I will take my own life.
Seven more minutes until we will die together.
Seven more minutes until Heaven.
I hear the gentle snore of a guard. He has slid from his erect, standing position and is sitting on the ground, sleeping. I quietly reach for his rifle.
I am thankful that I know how to use it.
I am grateful that the guard has fallen asleep so I can kill James. I finally appreciate every second that I have spent with Bella.
Eleven fifty seven.
I can hear footsteps up the side of castle, growing steadily stronger.
I can hear James cuss quietly as his footing is uneven and he almost falls.
I can hear James's breathing.
I can hear my blood pulsating through my veins in it's last minutes. I lean my head onto Bella's chest so I can hear her heart one more time before I die.
The window creaks open and I can see James climb through, into my room.
I lie down on the pillow and pretend to be asleep.
Rafael tip toes past me, his broad shoulders hunched together and his deadly axe raised high.
The clock reads eleven fifty eight. I clutch the rifle and raise it above the bed covers. I hold it so it is perfectly inline with James's heart. He has no heart I think. He only has a cold stone that pumps not blood, but poison through his veins. It is only death and evil that keeps James alive. James is staring at Bella, a maniacal smile slowly spreading across his face. Only seconds from death, Bella is still sleeping peacefully. She doesn't stir from her slumber. Tonight's sleep will not continue eternally. I will not allow it to.
Eleven fifty nine.
Sixty seconds.
James' body is facing me but his head is facing downwards, staring at his target.
I have a perfect target. His chest is in perfect view.
One bullet in the heart, a clean job.
James lowers the axe, it is heavy and his arms are beginning to tire. It is not raised over the bed any longer but more conveniently for me it is held in midair over the floorboards.
I am about to kill a man.
But, it is a man who doesn't do anything for the sake of humanity.
A man who doesn't deserve to live.
A man who is about to kill the love of my life.
Three.
Two.
One.
I pull the trigger. Nothing happens in slow motions like it does in the movies. Everything happens so quickly, the adrenaline pulsing through me causes me to think and act fast. The bullet flies right into his chest. I watch as blood, slowly seeps through and stains James' shirt. I turn my head to Bella who wakes at the sound of the shot.
"Tonight?" she mumbles. "She meant tonight?"
I nod. "You're safe now."
I know we have barely minutes until guards and security burst through my bedroom door, breaking it open. I quickly hug Bella and steal a kiss. I hold her hand tightly.
Even though we were both bound to die, victims to a terrible murder plot made by my own mother and lover we lived.
Bella was supposed to die only because she loved she and I wanted to marry her.
Bella was supposed to die because she was a threat to my mother's wealth and her throne.
Bella was supposed to die because the stars said so.
We have defeated destiny.
We have won against fate.
Together, as a couple we are victorious.