Hey guys! Here's the second to last chapter of the story! I'm sorry for the long wait time but it's been super busy with my first year of college wrapping up (only two weeks left!). But, anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Pieces of rock shattered all around us, bursting into dust and tiny shards that ripped at Harry's skin. I tried to shield him the best I could as we ran, firing spells behind us, but it was not much use; it was more important to keep moving than stop a cut from forming on his cheek. I was not sure where Harry was leading us until we started clamoring up a flight of stairs, heading up to the very spot that Dumbledore last stood before falling to his death.

Voldemort was right behind us, half visible as he rode in a cloud of smoke, sneering at the two of us the entire time. I gripped Harry's hand tighter and willed him to run a little faster. The boy jumped up the next flight of stairs, shooting a spell at Voldemort using my wand, the wand that now would work for him because he could accept death.

The Dark Lord deflected the spell and kept coming after us. I shot my eyes forward a second, checking to see where Harry thought he was going from here, before turning back to look at Voldemort chasing us…but he was accompanied by something or someone else.

I smelt him before I saw him, crashing into me, and yanking my hand free of Harry's.

Greyback was on top of me with a large, fresh, dangerous looking scar gleaming white in the gloomy morning light. The werewolf growled at me as it tried to bend its mouth and teeth to rip into my marble flesh but this time I was stronger than he expected. I hissed as I held my small hands around his huge neck and began to crush his windpipe. The dog growled louder, stopping his attack on my neck long enough for me to bring my foot up to his stomach and kick him off me and across the room.

Harry had stopped when I had been wretched from his grasp and now he stood staring at me with a look of shock and disbelief playing across his face.

"It looks like I won't be able to be with you after all, Harry." I shot him a quick look before directed my eyes at Greyback as he stood back up, shaky at first but then gaining his bearing back. Seeing him, standing there, dazed and confused, made me realize that I had weakened him, that I was capable. Right here, right now this was going to end between us. Either I would be ripped to bits or I would kill him, not only settling the score for my family, Lupin and Bill but also now for Jake and me.

I needed to kill him.

I needed to finish this.

"Allie-" Harry said my name but I cut him off.

"Go! I'll take care of him and meet up with you soon." My eyes shot to look at his one more time. "Go." I pleaded.

Harry stared at me a second longer before nodding and turning to run further up the tower to the top most level. For the moment, Voldemort was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure if that meant he had retreated or if he was taking another route to Harry…I was hoping it was the former instead of the latter but, hey, I wasn't an optimist.

Greyback stood across the room from me, growling and showing his razor sharp teeth. "Are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I hissed back at him, looking over his deformed facial features. "By the way, how's the face? It's gotta be hurting you because it's killing me."

The beast growled at me again. "It doesn't hurt as much as you will be soon, my little half breed."

"Well, there's at least one thing in that statement that you got wrong, Greyback." My fists bulled up tightly as I readied myself for the attack. "I'm no half breed anymore."

The werewolf tilted his head slightly, confused, and it was long enough for me to run at him and crash against his chest, grabbing his grimy shirt in my hands as I threw him against the brick wall behind him. I pinned Greyback there for a moment, snarling up at him and holding his collar so tightly that it was cutting off his air supply. "Tell me, how does it feel to beat to a bloody pulp by a girl? Does it hurt your ego? Or does this hurt worse?" The next second I let one hand fall from his collar, still holding onto his neck with one forearm, and taking one of his hands and pinning it against the wall.

In a flash I took him by the shirt and threw him against the floor, keeping him in place with my knee while I kept hold of his hand. One of my hands kept his wrist still as the other went to his pinky and ripped it clean off, earning a spew of blood to cover the spot where the appendage had just been.

The werewolf howled in pain and I couldn't help but smile at his suffering; it was suffering that I had felt, that my parents and the rest of my family had felt, at his hands. I was just about to go on to the next finger when Greyback wiggled free from my knee and whipped up to grab me by the neck. In an instant we were up again this time with me pinned against the wall and the werewolf staring down at me. "You little bitch." He hissed. "You're cockier than the rest of your family…but not stronger."

I growled at him as I took both my hands and placed them on his wrist that held me against the wall. "I'm strong enough to kill you."

With all my might, I pulled down on his wrist, knowing I had succeeded in breaking it when I heard a pop, followed by a crack, before the werewolf let go. He let go of me, crying out again, but managed to bring his other pinky-less fist up and punch me square in the jaw. I felt the impact, expecting to feel my jaw dislocate but instead I only felt my stone-like bones take the impact and bounce back almost instantly.

It was my turn now. I brought my fist up and punched him in the chest, making the beast stumble back a step. In return, he came back at me with lightening fast reflexes, rebounding and charging towards me. The werewolf grabbed me around the waist and rammed me against the wall so hard that I heard the bricks cracking with the force of it. He let go of me and I slumped to the floor, feeling slightly dizzy.

I thought this whole weakness thing would be completely gone but it turns out that even vampires can reach their limits.

"Give it up, sweetheart. You can't beat me." He mocked. "Neither could your family, or that mutt, or Remus Lupin, or Bill Weasley."

I glared up at him through my eyelashes. The dizzy spell that had come on suddenly vanished just as fast. My body got up from the ground so impossibly fast I could barely believe it and almost instantly I threw Greyback down the flight of stairs Harry and I had just came up moments earlier. He tumbled down and I followed closely behind him. By the time he reached the bottom-bloody and broken-Greyback was in a daze and could not move, perhaps he had broken his spine.

I kneel down next to him as he rested at the base of the stairs, close to the edge where the walkway ended and nothing but the air separated him from the bottom most floor of the tower, at least two hundred feet down. My eyes went from him to the drop and then back again.

"This is for Bill Weasley." I snarled at him before reaching up and clawed him-right down to the bone-across his face, right in the same place that he had gotten the kindest of the Weasley clan. The werewolf screamed in pain as blood gushed down his face uncontrollably. Yes, this was much worse than the mere scratch he received when I was human. He was truly suffering this time.

I waited a minute to let the extent of his wound truly sink in before continuing. "This is for Remus Lupin." I leaned into the werewolf's neck and bit a huge chunk out of it, right in the spot that he had bitten Lupin when he was a boy.

Greyback's screams turned into shrieks of agony as I spit the chunk out of my mouth and over the railing. I glared at him, red-eyed and blood thirsty, for several more seconds. This time for my benefit, not his, because I wanted to watch him squirm and know that his days were numbered. The fear and pain in his eyes in that very moment mirrored the fear and pain I had experienced my entire life.

I picked the werewolf up by the collar and leaned him against the rail; he was not even fighting me by this point. As I stood there, ready to kill the source of all my suffering as a child, I froze.

I couldn't move because this was it.

When I killed him it would mean that my quest for vengeance for my parents would be over and I would loose that connection to them. I kept them alive in my heart by promising them that I would kill whoever ripped them away from me. And now? Now, he would be dead and they would completely move on, away from me.

But hate? Is that really how I wanted to keep them close to me? By hating someone?

There had to be another way…there just had to be.

"Go on, sweetheart." He gurgled through his blood, calling my attention back to him. "Throw me over. Kill me…it still won't bring mommy and daddy back to you."

All feelings left me at that moment and the vampire took over completely.

He had spoken about my parents one to many times and enough was enough.

I pulled him up to my face and growled. "No, it won't. You took them from me and that is something that I am just going to have to live with…You took everything from me and for that I have to thank you. Because you taught me how to pull myself up when I feel like everything and everyone is against me. Because of you, I got that mutt as you refer to him for a guardian and know what it feels like to find hope in something that seems so hopeless. You taught me that life is sacred and something that should not be taken for granted. Because of you I gained the strength to take vengeance for those who can't… I am standing before you today, ready to throw you off this ledge and make sure that no one else feels your wrath because you killed my parents all those years ago." I sighed. "Because of you I grew stronger…" I paused as I stared into one of the faces that had haunted my dreams since I was a child. "So let's see if I help you grow stronger…though, I kinda doubt it."

In that instant, I pushed him away from me so that his back was against the railing again. His eyes were bright with fright and fury as he looked up into my blue eyes, the last thing that he would ever see before plummeting to his death. "This is for my family, you bastard."

With those last words, I tossed him over and watched as Fenrir Greyback fell through the air. Down, down he went until his body finally made impact on the hard stones before, blood bloomed not only from his wounds but now from other places on his head and body.

Fenrir Greyback was still.

Fenrir Greyback was dead.

But Harry was still alive.

I raced up the stairs again, all the way to the top, all thoughts on Harry. I looked around frantically but neither the boy nor the Dark Lord were anywhere to be found.

"Harry!" I yelled. "Harry!"

I was frantic thinking up all the things that could have happened to him. Where was he? Where could they have gone?

Just then I heard a distant thud coming from somewhere near the window in front of me. I raced over and looked down to see that Harry and Voldemort both were on the ground of the courtyard below me. I was beginning to question if Harry was alright because it would be impossible to survive that fall when I saw him get up, shoot a spell at Voldemort, and run back towards the castle.

Why would he run away? I asked myself before realizing that there was only one reason why he would do this: he wasn't sure if the snake was dead yet.

The next second, Voldemort disappeared into a cloud of smoke and the courtyard was empty again.

I raced back down the tower stairs, passing Greyback's body in only a second before running into a full-scale battle that was raging once again within the walls of Hogwarts. I raced around the various Death Eaters, Hogwarts students, and Order members, dodging rocks and spells the whole while until I came to the grand staircase and saw Red and Hermione laying on a pile of rubble with Nagini posed above them, ready to attack.

I was just about to run down to them and try to stop it when out of nowhere, Neville Longbottom cuts the snake's head clean off with the Sword of Gryffindor. The snake bursts into a million black shadows and I hear a far off cry that can't belong to anyone else but Voldemort.

And just like that all of the horocruxes were dead.

I raced down to the three of them and stared at a shocked Neville. "You all okay?" I asked.

"Are we okay?" Hermione asked. "Are we okay! You were dead and-"

I put my hand up to stop her. "This seriously isn't the time, Hermione. I have to find Harry. It's time to end this."

Red and Hermione stood up and nodded. "You go. We will take care of things out here." Ronald said, giving me a push on the shoulder. "Go! Find him!"

I nodded and turned away from my two best friends, looking at Neville. "I gotta say, Neville, that was kinda hot." I smiled and winked up at him before leaning in to give him a kiss on the check. "Thanks!"

The boy blushed but didn't have time to say anything because I was off like a bullet from a gun. I tried to channel Harry's mind but there was so much else going on that it was impossible to concentrate. It was chaos everywhere…except the Great Hall. I stopped running for a moment and realized that I didn't hear any noise coming from the direction of the Great Hall.

I ran past the battles raging on the stairs and foyer to pull open the doors of the Great Hall, revealing that the room was full but everyone was quiet as they stared on at Harry and Voldemort, squaring off in the middle of the room.

Several of the people turned to look at me, making a path for me to move through to get to the center of the room where Harry and Voldemort stood.

Harry was facing me and his eyes grew wide when he saw me. I nodded at him as I maneuvered myself away around Voldemort to stand on the outskirts of the mob, right in the middle of the two wizards.

Voldemort finally noticed me and his eyes pointed my way, the Elder Wand stayed were it was, pointed at Harry and it's brother wand, my wand.

"Snake's dead, Voldemort." I said. "Can't stand behind your horocruxes anymore." I paused as my eyes went from him to Harry and then back again. "Don't worry. I've been dead before…a couple times actually. It's not so bad."

"You're days are over." Harry told him.

The Dark Lord's eyes went from me to Harry. "How many more must die to prove to the two of you that no one can kill me? That I am the one that is all powerful?"

Harry's face fell hard. "Just one."

The next second Harry cast his spell, followed a fraction of an instant later by Voldemort. Green flashes clashed with red ones and the power struggle began. I watched as both wizards put everything they had into their spells, veins were popping and eyes were wide with concentration.

For a moment, I was terrified that Harry wasn't going to make it, that he was about to die, but it passed soon after because I knew that we had done everything right, everything that Dumbledore told us to do. We destroyed the horocruxes, we conquered the Deathly Hallows, we even had the brother to the Elder Wand.

We had done everything we possibly could.

And now Harry was putting all of that knowledge, sacrifice, blood, sweat, and tears to use right before my eyes. Slowly, I watched as Harry's red sparks grew closer and closer to Voldemort and as Voldemort fought to keep them at bay but it was no use because Harry was stronger.

I heard Harry scream and put every ounce of energy he had left into one last swish of wand and just like that his spell hit Voldemort square in the chest. Harry began to fall to his knees and I was there to catch him before he hit the ground. We both sat on the ground, wrapped in each other's arms, as Voldemort stared at us, a blank expression frozen on his beastly face. A wind picked up in the dark Great Hall and the Dark Lord's body began to flake away, turn into dust and be carried off into nothingness.

Yes, just like that he was gone.

Just like that we had won back the Wizarding World.

Cheers began to ring through out the Great Hall before radiating out through the entire castle. The battles stopped, the Death Eaters were contained, and we were all free once and for all.

I took a deep breath. Man, it felt like so long since I have been able to get a lungful of air. But I felt like I could finally breathe now that it was all over…which was kind of ironic considering I was dead now.

Harry and I stood in the middle of the crowded Great Hall, hand in hand, and just wondered what to do next. It was strange, not to be doing battle or be on the run or hiding from someone. Standing there was almost too easy, like something harder should have been going on.

"Harry! Allie!" I heard Red scream as he fought his way through the throng of people with Hermione in tow. I smiled over at Harry before tugging him along to meet the pair who were now getting close.

I ran up to Ron and threw my arms around his neck, never so happy to see a ginger in my life. "Ya did good, Weasley."

"Back at you, Cullen." He said, letting go and winking down at me.

Harry and I switched now, with him giving Ron a man hug and me and Hermione practically sobbing into each other's shoulders. The four of us stayed like that for a while, just huddled like we had been for the last year. Gravitating to each other was something that came only too naturally to us.

"I don't think I have ever been so happy to see someone in my entire life." I told Hermione as we stood with our arms around each other.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She answered, causing me to take a step back and raise an eyebrow at her. The girl smiled slightly and nodded her head directly behind me.

I spun around to see Jacob standing there, staring. I sighed as I let Hermione go and took slow step to my guardian, wondering whether he was going to be excited to see me or pissed that I was a vampire or absolutely furious for the stunt I pulled by sacrificing myself.

I finally came to a stop right in front of the tall thirty-something werewolf that didn't look any older than eighteen…we were going to be the same age, like this, forever. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, neither one of us willing to be the first to speak. Finally, the silence became too much for me too bear and I began to speak. "Listen, Jake, I-"

He engulfed me in one of his famous bear hugs that I have received on countless occasions. My guardian picked me up off the floor and my feet dangled as he hugged me even tighter. "Jacob, I-"

"It doesn't matter." He sobbed. "It doesn't matter. None of it does anymore. You are alive and that is all that matters now."

The word 'alive' made me freeze. "Yeah, listen, about that…"

Jacob tensed up in my arms as well and he finally put me down. I was on my feet and Jake was leaning down to look at my blood red eyes, taken in the appearance of my paper white skin and flawless complexion that had held cuts and bruises only an hour ago.

"Oh, Allie." He said, face falling to a look of utter despair.

I waved his sympathies away. "What can ya do, right? It was only a matter of time, I suppose." Sure, I was playing it cool and Jake could see right through the act but he didn't say anything and I was thankful for that. "I'm just sorry you are going to be stuck this way forever too." The werewolf raised his eyebrow in question and I had to sigh. "Jake, I'm not stupid. You haven't age a day since I can remember. And now that I'm not going to age anymore then neither are you…you won't have a normal life." I sighed. "I'm so sorry, Jake." My eyes had to leave his and look anywhere, everywhere else.

My guardian sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm not."

My eyes were instantly back on his. "You're what?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sorry about it. I'm spending the rest of eternity with my best friend. That doesn't sound too bad now, does it? And besides, when have we ever done anything normal?"

I raised an eyebrow at him, thinking it might be a good idea to have him sent to a nut house for a while…I was pretty sure Jake had lost his marbles after all this stress. "…Never?"

Jacob nodded. "Yeah, never. So why should we start now, right?"

I studied him for a moment before coming to the conclusion that he was truly serious, that he was okay with this whole 'alternative lifestyle' thing. I smiled finally and wrapped my rock hard, ice-cold arms around his waist. "Right."

My smile faded as I thought of something that Jacob needed to know. "I killed him, Jake." My guardian pulled away from me, keeping me at arm's length, and furrowed his brow. "Greyback…I finished him. We don't have to worry about him anymore...it's over."

Jacob didn't smile or look enthused. I didn't expect him to; I think this whole Greyback thing was the closure Jake needed to let go of my mom. He never had the chance to say goodbye to her before she was taken from this world and he always regretted that. But now that her murderer was dead, he could except that she was too and move on. My guardian nodded once sternly. "Thank you."

We never talked about Fenrir Greyback again.

The rest of the day was kind of a blur. A mixture of congratulations, condolences, and questions flew past me until finally people started to drift off into little groups to mourn and rest, whatever they needed to do to recuperate from the war. Some went to collect their dead and head home while others just started walking but by nightfall the castle was pretty much empty; no one wanted to start to clear out everything just yet…it was still too new. Heck, even Jake went out to La Push tonight to see his father. The four of us were the only ones left.

Harry, Hermione, Red, and I wander around the castle for a while taking in the destruction that had come to our beloved school. No one talked, just looked, until finally Harry pulled out the Elder Wand and my own wand and stared at them.

"The Elder Wand is yours now…What are we going to do with it?" Red asked, earning a scoff from Hermione.

"We…? It's not ours, Ronald."

I smiled over at both of them before walking over to Harry and taking my wand back. It was strange to be without it, even for that short period of time. Having it back made me feel a little more complete in this time of chaos.

"It's not mine." Harry answered, pulling me from my thoughts.

"What?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

He smiled over at me. "It doesn't belong to me…it never belonged to Voldemort."

"Then whose is it?" Ron asked, confused.

I thought for a second about who it would belong to and then it hit me. "Draco." I looked over at Harry and he nodded. "Draco was the one who disarmed Dumbledore in that tower…Snape just killed him after the fact…"

"So, by killing Snape, Voldemort still didn't have control over the Elder Wand…It belonged to Draco the entire time." Harry further explained.

"Well, what are you going to do with it?" Ron asked again.

Harry's eyes went to me then down at the wand before reaching into his pocket, taking out the two pieces of his broken wand. He whispered a spell and instantly his old wand began to repair its self. Once the repair was complete, Harry brought the wand up to his face and smiled. "The Elder Wand is going back where it belongs…I like mine better anyway."

I chuckled slightly as I watched him carefully place his wand back in his pocket. "Anyone want to join me?"

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look before Hermione spoke up. "Ron and I were going to go back to the Burrow…be with his family tonight since…"

"I'll go." I speak up, smiling over at Ron who couldn't take his eyes off his shoes. "You guys go ahead."

Hermione nodded before coming over and giving me a hug. "See you later then?"

I nod slightly and she smiles. The girl goes back over to Red who finally looks up at Harry and I. "You take care of yourself, Red."

He nodded slightly at the same time Hermione took his hand and the two were gone, pulled into the apporation. "Is it weird to see them going without us?" I asked Harry.

The boy chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I guess it is." He jerked his head in the direction of Dumbledore's tomb. "Come on."

The two of us walked slowly next to each other, taking our time because we had nowhere to go and no one to see or kill. It was just the grounds and us, quiet and still. We walked off the bridge and down the hill that led to the lake and Dumbeldore's tomb. The marble sarcophagus was standing immaculately where it had been placed last year. It was strange for me to be standing there because I never got the chance during the first go around seeing as my funeral was the same time as his.

I placed my hand on the marble and took a deep breath. "I, uh, I saw him. Dumbledore…when I was dead."

"What did he say to you?" Harry asked as he came to rest next to me.

I bit my bottom lip as I turned around to look at him. "He explained everything…about the horocrux within me and why I had to die…to become a vampire. It was all for the greater good."

"How are you dealing with it?" He asked. "How are you dealing with the transformation?"

I smiled up at him slightly. "I'm okay. It's just a lot to get used to because…"

"Because?"

Harry wanted to know but I wasn't ready to tell him.

I was not the same as I was before. My emotions were the same, which I was not expecting at all but was happy about. I still cried when I saw that Ron and Hermione were okay. I still love Jacob and Harry as much as ever. Nothing like that had changed…just like it had with my mom.

But I was different.

I felt still, unmoving. My heart wasn't beating. Blood wasn't rushing through my veins. Nothing was changing or growing inside of me and nothing ever would again. I just felt so…frozen after so many years of being on the move.

"Shouldn't you give that back now?" I asked Harry, patting the marble sarcophagus under my fingertips.

Harry tilted his head at me, knowing that I was trying to change the subject, but nodded anyway. "Yes, I believe I should…Will you help me?"

I nodded before turning and pressing both of my hands against the lid of the sarcophagus. I pushed, thinking it was going to take a lot more effort that it actually did, and the top slid off just as easily as if I were pushing a piece of paper across a table.

Harry was staring at me like I had just done the impossible and I simply shrugged.

The boy leaned in, looking down at our strangely and perfectly preserved Headmaster and placed the wand in his hand. Harry nodded slightly, silently saying goodbye to Dumbledore one more time before turning his eyes back to me. "Okay." He said before I went over to the other side and grabbed the lid.

I looked down at Dumbledore; he looked like he was just sleeping peacefully. I sighed, knowing this was the last time that I would ever see him. "See you in an eternity, professor."

I slide the lid closed and he was gone once again.

Harry and I roamed the castle, not knowing where to go or what to do next. The school was quiet, empty of all people and even the ghosts were nowhere to be seen. Reminisce of the battle were everywhere around us and sent a chill down my ice-cold spine. Neither Harry nor I felt much like talking so we just kept walking, looking, and remembering.

After a few hours we walked into the Gryffindor common room; the Fat Lady wasn't even there to ask us for a password and that was when I noticed all the paintings were empty of their inhabitants, as well. We were truly and utterly alone in a place that was meant for so many.

The common room was relatively untouched by the battle. There were several overturned chairs and papers scattered everywhere, probably from the students hurrying to gather their things and either escape or join the battle. I went over to the windowsill where I used to sit all those months ago when we were still in school, when we were still just kids in school. The willow tree that sat besides the Black Lake was in the landscape below me and that only aided to take me further into the past.

Four years.

It has only been four years since I came to England, to Hogwarts, and met the most amazing people and made the best friends. This is where I met my first love and then lost him. This is where I found true love and friendship. This is where I was accepted and wanted.

I looked over at the staircase, remembering the first time I entered the Gryffindor common room. I was a scared kid then and now I was a full vampire…how those four years had changed me. My eyes went over to Harry who was looking at several pieces of paper he had in his hands. He felt my gaze on him and looked up at me. My mouth grew to a small smile before I turned to walk over to the girl's staircase and started climbing, needing to see the place I had called my room when I lived here.

The room was the same as ever, only Hermione and my spaces were devoid of personal items or touches. I stood in the room remembering all those times I was running late for class and could never find one of my shoes or my tie or sweater. I swear nothing was ever where I left it.

I remember getting ready for my first date with Cedric in my fourth year and then later on getting ready for the Yule Ball, and then the Slug Club Christmas party during sixth year in this room. I remember Jake coming through that window next to my bed a couple of times, once with Lupin, once with Sirius…and now two of those three men were dead. So strange how the time passes.

A second later I felt Harry's presence enter the room and stand there silently, watching me watch everything else.

"It's strange, isn't it, how day by day nothing changes and then you look back and everything is different?" I asked.

I heard Harry sigh behind me. "Everything's changing all the time, Allie. It's just the way of the world. We might not like it but it is what it is."

I turned around and saw him standing only a foot away from me now. I looked up into his green eyes and shook my head. "Not everything changes, Harry…I'm not changing anymore."

The boy pursed his lips together and placed his hand on my marble cheek. "I know, love. I know. But we will get through it…together."

My heart sank…this was it. This was the moment I had dreaded since I first met Harry Potter. This was the moment that I would break his heart and mine. I took Harry's hand off my cheek and interlocked his fingers with mine. "No, we won't."

The boy paused a moment, not moving, not breathing, before shaking his head furiously. "Allie, this is ridiculous. Don't do this again. We love each other. We have always loved each other-"

"We were so stupid, Harry, for thinking that we could be together…so, so stupid."

Harry ripped his hand from mine and shook his head again. "No, you aren't doing this again. I won't let you."

I was crying now. "I love you more than anything. You know that, but it's not enough."

"Allie, stop it!" He yelled at me as he ran his hands through his messy black hair. "We can't do this again. You can't break up with me when every little problem complicates-"

"Every little problem! I'm not living, Harry!" I screamed the words at the top of my lungs, silencing him. "God, don't you understand! You have no future with me! None!"

Harry closed the gap in between us with three steps and took me by the shoulders. "Then turn me! Dammit, Allie, I said I would love you forever and I mean it. Change me and that is exactly what we will have…forever."

I took a deep breath and shook my head slowly. "I won't do it. You deserve a full life and I can't give you that." I walked back out of his grasp. "Don't you get it! I can't turn you without hating myself for the rest of eternity!"

"But we love each other! Doesn't that count for anything?" He asked, trying to close the gab between us but I won't let him. In an instant, I am behind Harry, standing between him and the door.

"Yes, of course it does. It's because I love you that I won't be selfish with you like my father was with my mother!" I paused, now in a rage over what had happened all those years ago between my parents. "My father was an ass! He changed my mother because he couldn't live without her and now they are both dead! She'd still be alive today if it wasn't for him and I will be damned if I make the same mistakes that he did!"

I started panting, finally letting out the rage over my parent's death that I never knew I felt. Whether it was because of my new vampire self or because I finally understood what strong love could do to a person, I wasn't sure. All I know is that it was out there; I was angry with my father for killing my mother and I was furious at both of them for leaving.

I heard Harry take a deep breath and saw as he slumped his shoulders, now feeling defeated. "There's no way you will let me keep you, is there? There never was any chance that you would…"

A sigh escaped my lungs as I realized that I had finally gotten through to him, that he now saw what I had always known: we were never going to be together, not fully anyway. I would always be an eighteen-year-old vampire and he would always be moving forward; we were on two completely different planets now, maybe passing but not colliding.

I walked over to him and placed my hands around the back of his neck, bringing his forehead down to rest against mine; I felt his hands go around my waist and pull me closer like he was never going to let me go. I closed my eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay because this was the hardest thing I think I would ever have to do in my life.

"No, there wasn't. We were never supposed to be together…but, like always, we broke the rules and now they need to be mended." I opened my eyes and looked up into those beautiful green eyes. "After tonight I don't think we will ever see each other again…but just know, Harry James Potter, that I do really love you."

Gently, I reached my lips up and pressed a kiss onto his lips before backing away. I walked backwards a moment because Harry still held my hand in his before I was out of his reach and turned around. I started walked, trying my hardest to keep it together, when I heard him call my name.

"Allie," He said weakly. I turned slowly to see him watery eyed. Harry took a deep breath before talking again. "If all we have is tonight then…stay with me…please."

I bite down on my lower lip and tried my hardest to walk out of the room, leave Harry behind for good without getting wrapped up in another thing that will make me love him more. I wanted to just leave but I couldn't. It was too late because his eyes had already drawn me in and I was hooked.

"Please." He repeated in whisper and that was all it took.

Next thing I know I'm wrapped in his arms, pressing my body against his and my lips instantly sought his out. I felt his hands go under my tank top, scanning my cold torso and roaming my chest before he finally pulled it over my head. At the same time, I began to yank on his t-shirt and broke our kiss long enough for me to get it over his head too.

I know I shouldn't do this…I know I couldn't do this…but I didn't stop…I didn't want to.

Harry picked me up, cradled me in his arms, and carried me over to my old bed. He laid me down and came to hover over me. We broke our furious kisses for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes and taking in every speck of color and soul that they held within them.

I thought I would be afraid my first time but I really wasn't…because it was Harry and because I was heartbroken over the whole situation that I found myself in. I was the vampire that had fallen in love with a human that she would never have a future with.

It would be our first night together and our last night together.

Oh, the irony of it all.

Harry was asleep next to me hours later. He no longer could keep his eyes open but I was wide-awake…I'd never sleep again and I think I would miss it. God, I loved to sleep in life.

I loved a lot of things that I would never have again.

I watched Harry sleep for a while, just watched his slow, rhythmic breathing and the pumping of his blood through his veins and thought he was so beautiful. I tried to leave this bed several times but I would look at him and just freeze again. But it was now or never, it was dark now but the sun would be coming up in an hour or two.

I needed to leave now, while he was asleep, or I don't think I would have the will power to do it for good.

Slowly, I inched my way out of his arms and the bed, scooping my clothes up and putting them back on as quietly as I could. I threw my hair in a ponytail and that was it; it was time to go.

I looked down at Harry one more time before leaning in and brushing an air-light kiss on his forehead. He stirred at my touch but didn't wake. Tears began to fill my blood red eyes and that was when I knew for certain I had to get out of there.

"I love you…always and forever." I whispered the words so low and so true into his ear before standing up and moving away from the bed.

With one last look at Harry, I was gone, sucked into the apporation and spit back out at Billy's front doorstep. I knocked lightly on the door and waited for Jake's wolf hearing to pick it up. Once I heard him up and moving, I completely lost it, crying and sobbing without holding back. By the time Jacob made it to the front door and opened it, I was slumped on the front step with my arms wrapped tightly around myself and my tears were flowing freely. My guardian sighed as he sat down next to me and placed both of his big bear arms around my entire body. "Oh, my girl…it sucks to say goodbye, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it really does." I paused a second, sniffling and sobbing. "So, what do we do now? Where do we go from here?"

Jake pulled me tighter to his chest and rested his chin on top of my head. "We do whatever the hell we want to do, go wherever we want to go. There's no more hiding or hating or hunting…we're free, kid." He pulled a way from me for a second and smiled. "But whatever our plans are we have to factor Teddy into them now."

Teddy. I had completely forgot about that poor orphaned baby until now. "Where is Teddy?"

"With his grandparents…He's going to stay with them for a while, to help the grieving process." Jacob answered, earning a nod from me. The two of us stayed quiet as I fought to control my tears. Finally, I was able to settle down and we just sat looking up into the night sky that was so familiar and welcoming. "So, what should we do now?" It was his turn to ask me.

I sighed taking my head from his shoulder and looking up into his eyes. "Why don't we just stay here for awhile? Catch up with every one, go to the beach, go hunting in the woods…I could use a little bit of normal now."

Jacob chuckled as he ruffled my hair. "Normal sounds perfect." My guardian kissed the top of my head before standing up and heading back into the house.

I stayed outside for an hour or two longer, just staring at the place that used to be my home…that used to be my normal. Yeah, I guess normal did sound perfect after four years of the strange and abnormal. But somewhere deep down inside of me I felt like things were not normal and that they never would again.

I stood up and followed my guardian's example by heading into the house for my first night of sleeplessness; instead, I would curl up in a corner and try my hardest to forget the boy with the black hair and emerald green eyes.

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