A/N: Okay, so I have been posting these as I wrote them, which means that if I catch a mistake and edit it in an earlier chapter, I have reposted that chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, I am ashamed to admit that I enjoyed writing this as I enjoyed tagging Edward for his true self, and having Harry meet an end that truly suited him. If anybody out there would like to see more, please let me know and I will see what I can stir up from my dark and twisted imagination. Perhaps Dr Carlisle will visit his patient in the hospital, or maybe a childhood friend will come from the Council Lands and share a surprising secret. Maybe there will be a closer connection between Alice and Bella. Or maybe Harry will get his wish... So, without further ado, here is the epilogue...

Epilogue

It was raining again, hard enough to make a pattering sound on the window of the hospital room. Bella lay in bed, bio-monitors scanning her body and displaying information for the nurses that came in to check on her from time to time. Her head was swathed in bandages, making her feel like a reject from one of the ancient mummy movies that had been so popular during the late 20th century. Actually, she felt like a troll had been tap dancing on her skull, and he was taking the time to drop his shoes on her head every now and again.

The nausea had subsided, finally, leaving her with the world's worst migraine, which was being taken care of with morphine, or something of the like. Whatever it was she desperately wanted a six pack of it to take home with her when she got out of here. The door to the room hissed open and Bella had to fight the instinct to look over to see who was coming in. She had done that earlier and the nurse had to help hold her in bed while she puked up what little was left in her stomach. It had not been fun. Still, Bella found her eyes drifting in the direction of the door to catch a glimpse of the nurse, a cute little thing with short black hair, pale skin and gold eyes. If she hadn't felt like death warmed over then the sinking feeling in her gut would have made more of an impact. As it was, she suddenly felt like the broadside of a barn, and the nurse who just walked in was carrying an assault cannon.

"Beautiful night, Bella," the nurse said in a very clear, bright voice. There was an almost musical quality to it, strained though it was to speak slowly and clearly.

"Alice," Bella managed in a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"Working. Somebody has to make sure you get better," Alice said, moving to Bella's bedside to look down at her. "You had us worried, you know. The HRT said there was a lot of blood and a lot of bodies. They weren't sure which beacon they were supposed to respond to, but since you were still breathing, they scooped you up and left, calling Lone Star on the way out. I heard that the Star showed up and torched the building. Called it a hazard, I guess. Anyway, the building got torched, which caused all sorts of commotion down there, and they had to call out the riot squad, and then Knight Errant and the MetroPlex Guards came in and…"

"Alice… Please… My head already feels like it was used as a battering ram. Just tell me, is Edward dead?" Alice stopped midsentence, her mouth hanging open for a moment, her fangs, while retracted, clearly visible for those who knew to look. She closed her mouth finally and cleared her throat before speaking.

"Yes. Carlisle went with the team for the extraction, since your vitals had gone all over the place. They didn't know if they would have to be doing emergency interventions on the way back or not. He said you looked like you had run your head into the wall a few times, and that you were lucky to live long enough for the team to arrive…"

"Alice!" Bella snapped, catching the diminutive vampire's attention. "Edward. Dead?"

"Oh, uh, yes. Carlisle said he was definitely dead," Alice managed to sound somewhat chastised this time. She started to speak again, but stopped, instead turning to capture read outs from the monitors on the datapad she was carrying.

"Thanks, Alice," Bella said quietly, closing her eyes. "And the children? He'd infected a couple of them."

"The Lone Star report said they found three dead children, and one that had been infected but not turned yet. I don't know what happened to him." Alice made a couple of notes on the tablet, then turned to face Bella again. "I'm sorry, Bella. I'm just glad that you're still alive."

"So am I, Alice. So am I."

The respirator hissed quietly as it forced oxygen and healing nutrients into Harry's lungs. The room around him was dark, and he was completely immobilized by braces and restraints. Something about his neck being broken, he wasn't quite sure. They hadn't given him any pain killers, he didn't really need them since he couldn't feel anything below his chin, but he was sure that would change at some point. He could hear the bio-monitors tracking his vital signs in the background, but everything was outside of his line of sight, save for the trideo screen showing various advertisements for different DocWagon services. It all looked so good on trid, and he supposed he should be happy to be alive, but he knew Bella was still alive, and that pissed him off. He and Edward should have been together again, would have been together again if that stupid slotter hadn't gotten in the way. And now she had killed Edward. Destroyed him. Harry was past the point of crying, he had done enough of that. And he would get out of here sooner or later, good as new if not better. Then he would find her. He would find Bella Swan and he would kill her for taking his lover away.

He would pay her back for destroying his life.