The Gift

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns all Twilight and the Characters

Chapter 26: Goodbye

BPOV

"Wakey, wakey," I heard someone say shaking me. I didn't move nor finch an eyebrow. I heard footsteps leave the room and I took a deep breath before they came back in. "I said wake up now."

I felt something wet and cold hit me. It stung as soon as it hit the freshly made cut from last night. I was able to get some of the water in my mouth and it tasted like salt water. Was I near the ocean?

"Damn it James," I heard Tanya yelling from outside of the room they were keeping me in. "What in the hell is taking you so long?"

"Coming," he yelled back picking me up by my hair. When he had me standing up the rope from my wrists came undone and fell to the floor. "Thought you could get away?"

He pushed me up against the closest wall face first. Grabbing the rope from the ground, he retied my wrists behind my back once more. As he was tying the rope I could feel his breath against my neck. It was making me sick and cringing with disgust.

"To bad," he said licking the side of my neck. "It's sad that I won't get you to myself for a little while."

"James," Tanya yelled once more.

"Hold on sweets," he said dragging me once again by the hair out of the room. "It seems that she tried to untie herself."

Once I was out of the room I started to notice what all was around me. I was in some sort of a cellar in a house. There were beach supplies and jarred goods on a shelf near the steps. I noticed some hand writing on one of the jars and it looked so similar to me. After he dragged me up the stairs I realized were I was. The beach house, the one that Edward's grandmother left him when she passed. More importantly this was our place. The one place where we could be alone and nothing would bother us.

"So," Tanya said tapping her foot on the floor. "Trying to get away are we now. James untie her ankles."

"Sweets," he said in a pleading tone.

"Now," she said sternly. I didn't know what to do as I stood there with him still holding me by the hair.

"Whatever," he said defeated. He let go of my hair and pushed me to the floor. He bent down and made his way to my ankles where they were still tied. As he was untying the rope a loud bang went off. James and I looked over at Tanya to see her standing there with a gun in her hand. "What the fuck sweets?"

It wasn't until after I heard him say that, that I felt my right shoulder burning. I looked over and noticed the blood that was starting to show through my shirt. That crazy bitch shot me. It hurt so fucking bad, but I knew that I couldn't let her see that. If I show any kind of weakness then she would see that she was winning. I wasn't going to give into her that easily.

"Teach you to try and escape," she said with an evil laugh. "Hurry the fuck up James."

"Almost done," he said pulling the rope off from around my ankles. "What are we going to do next?"

"We," she said laughing again. "Your ass is staying here in the house. I need some alone time with Isabella."

"Sweets," he said pleading to her once again.

"James," she said sternly as I kept quiet. Damn it my shoulder is killing me. "I let you have your fun with your half-brother. Didn't I? Now stand her up."

"Yes," he said defeated grabbing me by my right arm. As I was standing up all I could think about was what happened to his half-brother. Did he do the same thing to him that Tanya is about to do to me. "What do I do until you come back?"

"Surprise me," she said grabbing me by my right arm. "I shouldn't be gone too long. It's just going to be a small walk on the beach."

He walked off towards the kitchen as she led me outside. Once outside I noticed that it was partly cloudy with a slight snow. Was it morning? Was it the afternoon? How long have I been gone? Was anyone looking for me? I hope that Carly is okay and knows that I love her very much. She jerked my arm harder trying to get me to speed my pace up. I never imagined that this is how I would die.

"He never got over you," she snarled at me. I kept looking towards the water not wanting to meet her in the eye. "I did everything in my power to make sure that he did. I made sure that he did everything that he wanted and couldn't do with you. The trips that I had him take me on to all the romantic places in the world, the fancy dinners at lavish expensive restaurants, and the upscale apartments in Seattle and New York. I thought that I was doing pretty damn well at it too. I brought more pride to the Cullen name then you would have ever imagined. I loved the life that we had built together. We were happy or so I thought until he served me with divorce papers on our one year anniversary."

What the hell is her problem? If she knew truly Edward like she is trying to say? Then she would have realized that he never liked any of that all. He wanted the simple things in life. My feet hit the sand and I stumbled down to my knees.

"You are as clumsy as your ex-husband says," she said jerking me back up to my feet.

"How do you know Mike," I said trying not to let the pain I was in out.

"Yes," she said smirking back at me. "I meet him last week at a bar in Seattle. Have to admit that he is a good looking catch. He told me how he wanted to get back at his ex-wife for a little fun. I agreed in a heartbeat, because that is what I'm good at. When he showed me your picture I knew that I was going to have loads of fun. He took me over to your house on Christmas Eve to show me off, but had me stay in the car. It wasn't until I saw my Eddie at your house that pushed me over the edge. I knew then that you needed to be taken out of the picture. Mike got us into the house and this where it will all end."

"He never loved you," I blurted out to her trying to make her shut up.

"Yes he does," she yelled at me waving the gun in the air with her free hand. "He will see that once you and that little brat are completely gone."

She threw me down onto the sand and she walked back a few feet. I tried my best to get up but it was difficult with my hands tied behind my back. My shoulder was killing me, and now my face was burning. When she threw me on the ground sand made its way into the cut that I got last night. After a few failed attempts I was able to stand up. We stood there just facing each other for a couple of minutes. She raised the gun and I closed my eyes taking a deep breath. This was the end. No one was coming after me. I would never see Edward again and tell him that I loved him and forgave him. I would never see Charlie or the rest of my family again. I will never see my little girl grow up and enjoy life. I swallowed one last time and opened my eyes to face my fate.

"Now," she said aiming the gun at my chest. "It's your turn to die."

"Darling," I heard someone say up the hill. I knew that voice from anywhere. It was him. He was here finally. Wait! He never called me that. What was going on?

"Goodbye," she said and with that she pulled trigger. The bullet left her gun and it was almost as if it was slow motion.

I saw Edward come closer as I felt the bullet hit my stomach. It hurt and I could smell the blood as it started to ooze. The faint iron salt mixture started to make me dizzy. My eyes stayed on Edward as I saw him make his towards Tanya. I didn't understand what was happening. I felt my knees go limp and I fell back into the sand. I felt a tear run my cheek as I saw Tanya drop her gun and watched as Edward embraced her.

"Mr. Cullen," I said before eyes my closed and I welcomed the darkness this time for the very last time.