Unhappy endings:

It had been two very long months and all I had achieved was go to work and read the journals. Sofia hadn't appeared to me again but she made her presence known when I tried to have some kind of life. It was like being back at school and having that school teacher who would work you to death until the end of the lesson. She would just follow me around with the damn journals, even at work! I was sitting talking on the phone with the security company and had to apologise for yelling – I had turned to see a journal sat on top of all my paper work. I had to read some thing each day or else I would be followed by them – on my desk, my passenger seat, the sink, the fridge (that one was genius I admit) just about every where there they would be. So I gave in, what use was it to fight a supernatural being that seemed to have a purpose – one on a time limit to boot!

I had learnt from my readings was that Edward had fallen in love with Sofia from the moment he had laid his eyes on her. His journal went on for pages about how she drew him towards her; about her smile and how it made him feel so light and that when she looked at him it was like she could see into his soul. She had found out about his nature, he didn't really go into specifics so ones imagination can only go wild. But she had loved him immensely none the less; she didn't care about what he was only about who he was. Life was perfect until the inevitable happened. The supernatural caught up with them.

October 12th 1907

My dearest journal

My mind is a whirl wind of emotions; Jasper has had to be near me constantly to keep me stable. The thing I feared the most has finally happened. I still cannot believe it, I refuse to - it cannot be. I have spent months trying to find ways to reverse this torture that has been bestowed upon me – all attempts have proven futile.

We were by the river, deep in the forest under the large oak tree. I had just carved our names in the trunk; I remember how much Sofia giggled at my using my nails to do it. She wanted to be like me but I had managed to persuade her to wait a while, I would have tried to put it off permanently if I had had the chance, but fate was cruel.

We were cuddled up on the floor, talking about our future together, well what future we might have together. I was so wrapped up in her very presence that I didn't notice we had company – until it was too late.

He stepped out of the trees at the opposite side of the river, he paused looking surprised. I had automatically taken a protective stance in front of Sofia. I listened into his deepest thoughts and was angered by what I found there – recognition. I hissed in his direction when his thoughts became more coherent, he had been there the night my family had been attacked. His only saving grace was that he only wished to take things from our home and not harm us – his coven however had other ideas. He was too late to save my siblings from the horrors that had occurred to them but he had hoped that they had merely killed us when he finally pulled them off. Never had he thought that we were alive enough to become like them. I could feel his remorse in his thoughts but I too could sense his blood lust.

Sofia's blood was calling to him, his thirst won over his instincts. He attacked; he was fast and more skilled at fighting than I. He threw a heavy punch that connected to my rib cage sending me flying a good hundred metres into the forest. As I overcome the daze I heard her screaming out, screaming my name.

My mind was not longer alone; the wolves had sensed another vampire and came to warn us that it was a very familiar scent.

I heard the ear-splitting sound of metal being broken against its will. As I entered the river side the scene before me brought me to my knees. All of the wolf pack bar one was dismembering the rogue vampire – the source of the sound.

The memories of the next few minutes have been burnt forever into my mind. The solitary wolf that had not joined its brothers was Billy; he had wrapped himself up against Sofia, trying to keep her warm. I could hear his thoughts, she was bitten but his venom had not infected her – she was dying in front of my arms. All sense lost I rushed to her with my inhuman speed and cradled her in my arms.

I cried Sofia's name over and over into her hair begging her not to leave me, Billy had now run to get Carlisle. Her words haunt me still…

"Edward, something is wrong why am I not becoming like you?" her voice sounded so tiny and weak, her face pale with blood loss.

I explained to her that the venom was not poisonous, that she was not changing.

"Edward, please change me now. I'm dying I can feel it, please do not leave me!" her voice had faltered in some places. I broke down dry sobbing begging her forgiveness telling her I could not change her, I wanted her to live Carlisle was almost here and that we were forbidden to do so by our truce with the wolf pack.

We talked for a little while. Carlisle emerged with his medical kit in tow and with lightning fast speed was now next to me. I tried to wake my love up but she felt so cold even to my skin, the colour was gone from her face and her cherry lips were now a mottled blue.

I spent hours holding her wasted body, growling at anyone who came near, the only one who was successful was Billy as he came to me in wolf form and just sat next to me – nothing more and nothing less, he let his thoughts think of peaceful things trying to help.

But nothing can help, not then and not now. My life ended the same day Sofia was taken from me.

Other extracts told that after a sorrowful funeral the wolves had granted a pardon to Edward, if he ever found love that strong again, if he found a soul mate in this world then they would allow him to change her – their reasons were that no man should have to feel that once in their life time let alone twice. They knew the pain from their partners dying and the unbearable feeling of being lost in a world that had no purpose or sense anymore. No they would not inflict that kind of pain willingly onto another person it was unjust and cruel.

The Cullen's left again; Edward was understandably unable to bear being in this place any longer. He was convinced that it held nothing but sorrow and death when they were here and refused to ever set foot in the town again. That was when he started to write the letters.

I felt disheartened, how was I supposed to help him if he would never come back? Surely Sofia didn't expect me to leave my family and life behind to seek him out? Would I even be able to if I didn't have these ties? I didn't know the answers to any of these questions I felt helpless - utterly and completely helpless.