A/N: I've decided to continue this. Thanks to those of you who reviewed or even bothered to read. This chapter takes place in Bella's perspective. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)!!

Songs to listen to while reading: Norah Jones: Seven Years; Men, Women, & Children: Dance In My Blood; Finch: Bitemarks and Bloodstains; Editors: An End Has a Start

Chapter 1.

3 years later…

It was raining again but that came as no shocker. I am living in Washington after all. I look out the window and just sorta stare at the life outside. I'm sitting on the window seat as if hoping, waiting, wishing, that someone would take me away from this life and give it some sort of meaning. I was by no means unhappy. It's just that life had become so dull. I was thankful for what I had; the life that I lived. But for a while now there's been this feeling that I'm missing something. I don't know what it is, but I know that I had it once and now it's gone.

I wasn't always this way. Believe me I'm not always this sad. I have a boyfriend, my friends are amazing, and I'm a junior at UW. It's just that every year around my birthday I get this feeling, and it takes a while to go away and for things to get back to normal.

"Bella, are you ready?" My roommate Emily pops into my room fully dressed for a night on the town.

"Yeah," I reply, getting up and walking over to where she stood. She wolf whistles at my outfit and motions for me to give a little spin and strike a pose. I humor her then grab my purse. Seconds later we're out the door, laughing all the way.

It's about an hour and a half drive to the club she decided to take me to. It's getting dark and we're not even halfway there. The music playing is depressing me. Watching the trees whoosh by is lulling me to sleep. I don't feel like falling asleep so I change the radio station.

Emily looks at me for a minute then turns back to the road. "You love that station."

"I know… I'm just not in the mood for it today."

"Is there something wrong then? Anything you'd like to talk about?" I don't like the serious tone she's taken. She's always been so insightful, understanding. But this was something that I didn't exactly know how to discuss.

"To be honest I have no idea. I'm not really sure what's wrong."

Emily smiles a small smile at me, "Tell me when you're ready." She moves her right hand from the steering wheel to put it on my left; giving it a little squeeze before turning back to the road. A comfortable silence falls between us. The only thing in its way is the music coming from the speakers.

"But seriously…" she starts again.

"What?"

"You need to lighten up. Buck up ol' cheerio! You're twenty one now. This is a joyous occasion. We're going to a party not a funeral, and besides the best friend is always the one blamed. People are going to think I'm holding your books hostage, or that I've burned them all." She looks at me with a smirk on her face. I look at her and from the look on her face bust out in laughter. I laugh and she does too. "Atta girl, that's the Bella I like to see." And I can't help but feel better, even if it's just a little.

I look back to the windshield and my eyes widen in fear. "Emily!" I yell. But there's no time to react, I know we're gone. Headlights are speeding towards us and as she tries to swerve the car crashes into us, sending us into the trees. The impact is huge. The seatbelt is crushing me, the airbag is suffocating me, and my life is flashing before my eyes. I'm seeing Charlie, Renee, and a man. A beautiful man, but the darkness takes me before I can dwell on his face.

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As if in a dream I open my eyes and try to breathe. It hurts and I can smell blood. Lots of it. I roll my head to the side only to see Emily's car. There's blood coming from it and I'm wondering why I'm not inside. I'm numb, I can't feel a thing. I know I'm in excruciating pain but it's like the pain receptors in my brain have shut down. I'm lying on my back but have no idea how I got on the ground. I'm lying in pool of warm sticky liquid and I'm afraid to think of what it is, or what it could be.

A figure comes from the car and I know that I have to be dead. Never in my life had I seen someone so beautiful, she has to be an angel. The red dress she's wearing billows around her in what I can only imagine is a slight breeze.

As she walks closer I can see the blood on her face, see the red of her eyes, and I know that she's no angel. She's the devil, come to take me to hell. Fear overpowers me and I can't move. I didn't do anything wrong, I lived a good life. I wasn't a strong believer but I never did anything to get me into hell.

It's getting harder and harder to breathe. I'm hyperventilating now if I wasn't before and she smiles at the fact. She stops inches away from me, she's more beautiful than I thought. She loses her smirk and looks at me inquisitively, dropping to her knees. She sits me up and cradles me to her. I have neither the power nor energy to fight her.

"My, aren't you a pretty little thing?" she speaks, whispering. She's lowering her head to my neck and I'm losing it. I feel her lips reach my skin then something pierces through. I can feel this and it's the worst pain I've ever known. I scream and she does nothing to stop. Spots of light are dancing in my eyes before I'm enveloped into darkness, hoping that this really means death and I'm not brought back.