AN: Guys just a heads up, Laurent is dead…he was ripped apart way back in chapter 20 something by the wolves. Oh and this is something that will make y'all happy…the next chapter is called EXPLANATIONS. Mmmm wonder what it's about???

Edward's POV

After I returned from my hunt, I went to Mt Rainer to finish what Izzy had asked me to do. I stared at the tree that had been the instrument of her death and snarled. My hands shook as I replayed the scene and watched the end all over again. The bikes were gone, my family had seen to that, but a skid marked the ground were I had braked and there was dry rabbits blood splattered all over the road.

I sucked in a huge breath and ripped the tree from its roots.

"Edward. Go fuck up that tree for me."

Izzy's voice reverberated in my head as I pulled apart the branches and crushed them in my grip. I growled and snarled with insane fury as I pulled the tree apart. When there was nothing left except tiny chips and leaves floating softly around me, I let out a ferocious roar.

"WHY???" I screamed.

"She was mine. My soul mate. My lover. My heart."

I sunk to the ground and began to let fly a series of punches into the soft earth. Mud flew up around me, but I didn't care. My anger, my grief overwhelmed me. I struggled to breathe as my hits slowed, and then I curled up in the shallow grave I had made sobbing.

I stayed there not moving, thinking this was as close as I was going to get to Izzy. I would have stayed there forever. I watched as day turned to night and night turned to day. I heard cars pass but took no notice of them. They could not see me huddled in the mud.

The soft buzzing of my phone brought me out of my grief induced coma before I decided on ignoring it. As much as I wanted to pretend the outside world didn't exist the phone continued to ring. It hindered me all day on my forth day in my claimed death. My family knew I was doing something, and I thought they would have left me alone to grieve. Apparently I was not that lucky. I tried to ignore it and thought of smashing it between my fingers, but I did not want to move.

It annoyed me on the fifth day.

It pissed me off on the sixth day.

It broke my resolve on the seventh day.

"What?" I snarled down the phone.

"Oh thank goodness. What the hell, Edward?"

Confusion clouded my mind. I knew the voice, but my mind had trouble placing a name and a face to it.

"I think you need to come up here. Irina rang Carlisle, and he told her that you disappeared and don't know what has happened."

Irina? Tanya! Why was Tanya calling me?

"What?" I asked trying to push my mind to work again.

"Uh, why don't you come up here, and I'll tell you."

"I don't understand. I should just go home Tanya."

Tanya paused ,and then in the background I heard a hiss, and someone breaking something very large.

"Okay, okay… Edward you need to come up here now."

In the back of my mind I thought this was a way for Tanya to get into my pants, but I quickly squashed it. Tanya was just concerned. Maybe it would be better dealing with the Denali's than my family at the moment.

THREE DAYS LATER

Finding out they were going to hold a funeral without a body didn't really bother me. I understood that Charlie and Renee wanted to have some form of closure, and I wasn't going to stand in their way. I had learned what had happened to Izzy up in Alaska. Tanya thought I was going to lose it when she told me, but I simply asked her to come with me.

She seemed hesitant to leave, but when everything seemed to be going well she finally agreed. Though she didn't want to think of what my family would think when I arrived at Izzy's funeral with Tanya. We assured her it was fine.

We drove in silence, my mind on the past couple of days, Tanya's on her phone. I took her hand and shook my head. She snarled at me, and I laughed. As we pulled into the small churches' parking lot I was surprised to see so many vehicles. Of course both Izzy and Bella had made a big impact on a lot of peoples lives.

"You ready?" I asked Tanya as she smoothed out her black dress. She nodded, and I led her into the small church. It was a tiny white church that had been around since 1898. It had obviously been remodeled and I noted how beautiful and unassuming it was. Just like Izzy. As we passed underneath the domed doors, I stopped as the cacophony of voices hit me. Tanya tightened her grip and pulled me toward where my family were already seated.

What the hell is Edward doing with Tanya?

Man that's not cool.

At Izzy's funeral?!

Why now?

Edward? We are going to have to talk.

My family's thoughts on me being with Tanya screamed in my head, and I ignored the furious and disbelieving looks I was getting from them as I greeted Charlie and Renee. I overheard Carlisle and Esme calming them down and telling them that Tanya was family and was probably helping me cope.

Tanya glanced up at me and a small smile played on her lips.

Yeah she had helped me cope aright.

As we passed white pews with grained inlays ,I noticed some of our old classmates. Angela and Ben smiled sadly as I passed them. Jessica sobbed in a heavily musked Mike Newton. Cooper and Kirk sat near the front and smiled tightly at Tanya before nodding towards me. My head pounded with their thoughts of worry and sadness. It was my family's thoughts that disturbed me as I sat down next to Jasper.

Alice's POV

It's my fault. If I had never forced Edward to go to her in Forks she would be still alive. If I hadn't demanded that she be my best friend, my sister we wouldn't be here at her funeral. Too soon. It's not fair. I knew I would have to say goodbye some day but not this soon. It's all my fault.

Rosalie's POV

It's all my fault. If I had been nicer to her, maybe Edward would have accepted her into the family. If I had stuck up for her after her birthday maybe things would have gone differently.

I watched as more people piled in the tiny church. Renee and Phil. Charlie and Sue. They took their seats at the front on the opposite sides of the pew. Renee looked distraught and Charlie looked aged.

They will never see their daughter again, and it is was all my fault.

Esme's POV

It's all my fault. What kind of a mother does not fight for her child? Lets one dictate the life of the others. True, he is the first son, but are any of my children lesser than he? I love them all, but I allowed our family to be succumbed by his weakness.

I fidgeted quietly in my seat and stared down at my hands. Carlisle placed his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I sobbed in his jacket.

It's all my fault.

Jasper's POV

It's all my fault. If I could have just reigned in my bloodlust, none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have lost a sister, a confidant a friend.

The feelings that swirled around me were a cacophony of sadness and confusion. To my left Edward sat but his feelings were an enigma to me. He seemed agitated, almost like he had somewhere to go. I briefly wondered if he had thoughts of Italy, and I was pleased when he shook his head minutely. Tanya kept checking her phone huffing and to my left, Alice let out a low growl. I sighed and wondered if he was just acting this way out of grief.

He would never see his love again, and it was all my fault.

Emmett's POV

I sighed loudly as Rosalie took my hand and gave it a squeeze. I looked down at her overwhelmed with her beauty. Even in black she was gorgeous, but as I stared at her, I couldn't help feeling the momentous weight pushing on my chest. I let my head fall as let the guilt wash over me.

Fuck it all to hell. This is all my fault.

Why did I have to bring my family into this? I could have let Izzy live her life back in that shit hole of an apartment, but noooo. I had to invite the vampires, so I could sit back and enjoy the fireworks. And now one of those fireworks has blown up in my face and I have scars that would never leave. Because I lost a sister…and it was all my fault.

Carlisle's POV

Why did I have to confront her? She would have come around at some point. Why did I have to push her? If I hadn't she would not have had to deal with Victoria.

Why did I have to push myself that week? I might have been able to save her life, if I had not over worked my hours. I have regretted much in my long life, but nothing weighs so heavily on my stilled heart as those decisions I had made to cause her death.

My fault.

Edward's POV

I couldn't help myself. I snickered. Tanya glanced up at me, a wry smile plastered on her face, and she giggled.

"Edward, are you alright?" Jasper asked, and I glanced at him surprised to see my entire family staring at me a mixture of worry, shock and disapproval on their faces.

"I'm sorry, but you all blame yourselves for Izzy's death. You shouldn't."

"So, what? Only you're allowed to be guilty over this," Rosalie snarled.

"No I don't feel guilty," I sniffed and every one took a sharp intake of breath.

"If you want to blame anyone, blame the damn jack rabbit that stopped on her path."

"Fucking jack rabbit," Tanya spat, and I grinned down at her.

"Are you serious?" Emmett asked. I sighed.

"Yes I'm serious. Do know how pissed Izzy would be if she knew you were all blaming yourselves for her death? It's not your fault more than it is mine or Tanya's or freakin' Mike Newton's."

"It's fate. Deal with it," Tanya said with a shrug of her shoulders, and my family were all cut off when the minister took the stage.

I glanced at the empty coffin that sat at the front of the church and inhaled. The lilies sat on top of the dark mahogany wood and stood out remarkably. All around us. On the pews climbing up the walls. Alice had gone overboard, but it had probably helped her.

The minister was a small man with grey wiry hair. He cleared his throat, and the church quietened with the exception of the odd sob or sniffle.

"Welcome to the family and friends of Isabella Marie Swan. Though we congregate together on this sad occasion, let us not think of the sadness but the joy that Isabella brought to so many people."

I tuned the rest out not wanting to listen to the croaky dialogue this man gave about a woman he did not know.

I briefly wondered where Izzy was at that moment but then Alice stood to recite a poem. I smiled reassuringly at her.

What is with you Edward?

I smiled widely.

Death is nothing at all,I have only slipped awayinto the next room.

I am I, and you are you;whatever we were to each other, that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,speak to me in the easy waywhich you always used,put no difference in your tone,wear no forced airof solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughedat the little jokes we shared my name ever bethe household word that it always it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means allthat it ever is the same as it ever is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mindbecause I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,for an interval, somewhere very near,just around the corner.

All is well.

Tanya leaned over, and I ducked my head towards her.

"Such truer words have never been spoken," she murmured. I smiled and nodded. I closed my eyes and thought of all the events that had occurred in the last few days. I smiled as Tanya took my hand again. Things were definetly looking up.

AN: My God what did Tanya do to Edward in the Alaskan wilderness??? Theories people…they make me smile