The long-awaited finale of Seducing Revenge is here! And thank you for getting me to over 300 reviews! That makes me so damn happy its retarded!

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Edward

I watched Bella in a numb state of mind, not enjoying her dancing at all.

She's going to die, she's going to die, she's going to die, was all that ran through my head. Those four words alone had the power to consume my mind and clench my heart in an icy chokehold.

She walked to James in what seemed like fast forward. Before I knew it, she was making out with him while straddling his lap. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I was just watching when I should have clearly been acting.

She left to change and came back, led by James to a side door.

I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't let love die again. My heart couldn't handle anymore torture than it already had taken.

I held my keys tightly in my hands and walked swiftly out to my Volvo. I grabbed my cell phone out of the glove compartment and dialled someone that I would never thought I would ever phone.

Jacob.

"Hello," he answered groggily. "Who is this?"

"Jacob, it's Edward Cullen," I greeted quickly, starting my car and revving out into traffic. "I need your help."

"Well, fuck you, Edward," Jacob replied angrily. "You hurt Bella–"

"I know, Jacob," I interrupted through clenched teeth. "But if you don't help me now, James is going to kill her."

There was silence and then a quiet, "Okay."

"I need James's address," I quickly mumbled while I blew stoplights on the way to nowhere in particular.

"Apartment eight-one-two, six-twelve, forty-nine, Eugene Street East," Jacob replied instantaneously.

"Thank you, Jacob," I murmured before snapping my phone closed.

I did a quick U-turn, spinning around to drive north instead of south. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor, not willing to waste any time.

After ten minutes of fast driving and sharp turns, I skidded to a stop in front of James's apartment building. I fumbled around my car for my badge and gun, and then sprinted into the building.

"Excuse me, sir?" the doorman gruffly inquired. "I'm afraid I don't recognize you."

I flashed my badge. "FBI. I need to get into one of the apartments before someone dies."

The doorman's eyes widened and he ran to the elevator. I followed him.

"Apartment eight-twelve," I murmured.

He swiped his card and pressed eight and we were off.

"Mr. McCarthy?" the doorman croaked incredulously.

I nodded curtly.

"He did have a woman with him tonight," the doorman murmured. "I hope we're there in time..."

"Me too," I whispered, hoping for the best, and not letting myself expect the worst.

After what seemed like hours, we got to the eighth floor. The doorman led me down the hallway to James's apartment.

"I don't have a key," the doorman murmured, horrified.

He began running at the door, trying to knock it open, but it was no use.

I shot the door handle and kicked the door open, entering the apartment cautiously. I could hear the doorman behind me.

I heard laboured breathing across the apartment. As quietly as I could, I followed the sounds.

I heard James mutter, "Shit." Then some rustling around, like he was looking through drawers for something.

The door was open a crack and I looked through it at an angle. Bella was sprawled across the floor, bleeding, and her limbs at dangerously wrong angles. From the looks of it, her left leg was broken for sure. I couldn't be sure about her other appendages. I was too far away.

I looked at James. He was searching through drawers in only his boxers while holding a bloody bat. That was all the proof I needed.

I burst into the room, my gun held at shooting level.

"James McCarthy, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Bella Swan," I uttered in a grim voice.

The bastard started laughing.

"Younger Cullen? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, turning to face me with a smirk.

"I'm here to arrest you," I replied calmly, holding my gun up still.

He shook his head, still smirking. I noticed that his face was bleeding in several places and bruises were starting to form.

"Why would you arrest me when the number one wanted criminal in the U.S.A. is lying on the ground right there?" he muttered, pointing at Bella's broken body.

"We'll deal with her later," I answered through gritted teeth. "Right now, you're under arrest for attempted homicide."

James shook his head, getting frustrated. "You don't seem to understand the concept of good and bad, Cullen. I'm good, she's bad. She's a murderer, I'm a government official."

"Trying to kill her doesn't make you good, McCarthy," I murmured, stepping closer to Bella.

"But it does tie her down long enough for you to arrest her," James replied with a smirk, also moving closer to Bella.

"Freeze, James," I murmured fiercely.

"Why should I listen to someone that I'm superior to?" James asked, moving closer to Bella again, holding the blood-covered bat tightly.

"Because I have the gun," I suggested.

James shook his head, smirking still. He spun the bat in his hand as he stood directly over Bella's broken body. Suddenly he lifted the bat and swung down, cracking a few of Bella's ribs.

I pulled the trigger and shot him in his left shoulder. He grinned at me again, lifting the bat up high and quickly connecting with Bella's cheek.

I heard a shot. It wasn't from my gun. James got a pained look on his face as he crumpled to the ground, dropping bat onto the hardwood floor. He fell right on top of Bella, blood seeping from his bullet wound, which was near his heart, onto Bella's bar stomach.

I turned around and saw the doorman holding a gun up high, still ready to shoot.

"I-I'm sorry," he murmured, dropping the gun to the ground. "I couldn't let him hurt that girl anymore."

"You did the right thing," I assured him.

"The police and the ambulance are on their way right now," he told me, calming down a bit.

"Good," I whispered as I walked over to Bella.

I couldn't touch her because I wasn't sure what was broken. But I wanted to so badly. I hovered my ear over her slightly parted lips and felt ragged breaths hit me. She was barely holding on.

"Oh, Bella," I whispered, lightly touching the back of her pale hand. "Stay with me, love. I love you. I need you here with me."

I kept whispering words that I hoped would bring her back to life. Even as the paramedics gingerly picked her up and carted her away, I followed, still whispering to her, hoping it would bring her back to me.

Her heart failed once on the way to the hospital, and I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life. Hearing her flatline, watching her body as the Defibulator pads tapped her chest, listening to the paramedics yell "Clear!"... It all scared me.

They got her heartbeat back and I felt tears come to my eyes. She was alive. She wasn't okay, but she was alive.

"Stay with me, Bella," I whispered. "I love you."


Bella

There was a bright light blinding me through my closed eyelids. Ugh, where am I. Why is it so bright?

I groaned and rolled over, trying to get into a comfortable position. Sleep. That was the only thing I needed right now was sleep.

But that damn bright light wouldn't go away. I opened my eyes, and the light diminished. I was in an interrogation room. Every person that I'd ever killed was in here in order of last to first.

Aro was smiling at me from his chair. I realized I was sitting in a chair as well.

"Hello, Bella," he greeted warmly. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."

I scowled at him, confused.

"You're in purgatory," he explained, gesturing to the room around me.

"Purgatory?" I murmured in shock. "I'm dead?"

Aro shook his head. "No, not completely."

"Why am I here then?" I asked, still confused.

"To decided whether you live or go on," Aro answered, clasping his hands together on the table.

"What do I have to do?" I asked warily.

"Listen and answer," Aro replied simply. "We all get one brief biography, one question, and one answer from you."

I nodded. "Okay."

"I'll start," Aro began with a warm smile. "I'm Aro Basso. I was born in Italy, but quickly moved to the States for a government job. I became a part of Project R, and then retired once you ran away." Aro paused. "Now, my question. Why did you assume James had the power to kill you?"

"He knows more about me than anyone in world," I answered calmly. "He knows everything about my past, which defines who I am today. He knows how to push my buttons and what my weaknesses are."

"Fair enough," Aro murmured before vanishing into thin air.

Victoria was in the seat now.

"Hello, Redbird," she greeted coldly.

"Tompkins," I answered with a nod.

"I am Victoria Tompkins, the recruiter and record keeper for Project R. I recruited every member but you. My life was spent working. I had no personal life. My question is why didn't you respect me?"

"You came off as a slut and I will never have respect for a woman of that nature," I replied coolly, crossing my arms.

Victoria grinned. "The truth." And she disappeared.

Yorkie was in her place. "Hey, Redbird. It's Roger. I was recruited to Project R by Victoria because of my advanced hacking skills. It's all I've ever known. My question is why did you endure the regular torture without saying anything?"

"That wasn't torture, Yorkie," I sneered. "That was child's play. I've been beaten, burnt, and I've been degraded. That doesn't even hurt anymore."

Yorkie nodded and he was gone.

I went through every kill. Some biographies shocked me. Some people had families, some people only did this for extra money, some had no idea what the project was all about. Some stories made me cry real tears for the first time in five years. Some questions were hard to answer because I felt so guilty, but I still answered.

Now Mike was in the chair.

"Hello, Bella. I've been waiting here for quite some time because of you. I'm Michael Newton, I was a star quarterback, and I had a great life. My question is–"

The room ripped away and I was floating again. Then I settled back into my body and tried to take a breath, but there was something shoved down my throat.

I was choking for a second before the tube finally got ripped out of my throat. I sucked in a breath, revelling in the fact that I could breathe by myself, even though it was a bit painful.

I tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy. I groaned with effort, hating not being able to assess my surroundings.

"Isabella?" a voice asked me. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," I rasped.

"That's wonderful," the voice assured me. "You've been out for quite some time. This is week number two already."

"What's the date?" I asked quietly.

"February eleventh, two-thousand-nine," the voice answered.

I had been at The Lair on the twenty-eighth of January. Wow. Two whole weeks. Amazing.

I tried to open my eyes and it worked this time. I had to blink a few times to get everything into focus.

I saw a lovely girl with black spiky hair in scrubs looking down at me with a bright smile. Her name tag said Dr. Alice Hale.

"Welcome back, Isabella," she chimed.

"Bella, please," I murmured with a weak smile.

She laughed. "Okay, Bella."

I looked past Dr. Hale and saw two men in black suits standing at my door.

"Why are they here?" I asked, nodding to the big guys.

Dr. Hale smiled sadly at me. "You're under arrest, sweetie."

"Shit," I whispered, wide-eyed. "They finally caught me."

Dr. Hale laughed nervously. "Well, I think I'll just take out the rest of your tubes and let you talk to your lawyer."

She gently took out my IV and various other needles and took off.

I was still shocked that I was under arrest after five years of getting away.

Then someone that I needed walked through the door.

Edward.

"Bella," he breathed, walking swiftly over to my side. He swept the hair off my forehead. "You're awake."

I thought I'd better deal with the bad now rather than later.

So, I raised an eyebrow and murmured, "Yes, I guess I am. I was supposed to die two weeks ago, but I'm miraculously here."

Edward's eyes widened in shock. "Bella, I–"

"You interfered, Edward," I continued. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear in the dressing room. I didn't want your help. Either I was going to kill James myself or be killed, like I always knew it would happen. Not once in five years has anyone helped me on the job."

"But, Bella," he murmured, brushing the back of my hand with his fingertips, not looking at me. "I can't live without you. I love you."

Tears came to my eyes. Well, they should have anyway, because now I knew I was going to be alive long enough to hear Edward say those three perfect words again.

"I love you too, Edward," I croaked in a thick voice. "I would hug you, but something tells me that would hurt a bit, and the pain would make me want to move more, and–" I stopped myself, shaking my head. "It'd just be bad."

Edward smiled at me, holding his hand to my cheek.

"I'm not done being mad at you," I warned, "but I'll let it slide for now. I'll wait until I'm myself again.

Edward chuckled, his voice catching at the end. I noticed tears swimming in his brilliant green eyes.

I reached my hand up to his cheek and wiped away his tears.

"I'm sorry, Edward," I whispered.

He shook his head, laughing. "No, don't be sorry. I'm just so happy and relieved that you're alive and yourself. When I found you–" He shook his head, the tears swimming again. "When I found you at James's apartment, you looked so beyond repair. And then you flatlined, and–" He passed, trying to get rid of the tremble in his voice. "I don't think I've ever been so scared in my entire life."

I pursed my lips to hold back the dry sobs. I gripped the wrist that was holding my face and ran my fingers through Edward's hair with my other hand.

He closed his eyes, silent tears sliding down his sad, pained face.

"I didn't think I could affect you that much," I whispered in a thick voice.

Edward smiled and opened his eyes. "You turned my world upside down and inside out, Isabella Marie Swan, and I don't regret any of it.

"You made me break all the rules, Edward Anthony Cullen, and I'm glad you did," I replied.

We sat there in silence for minutes, which turned into hours. No one disturbed us as we rejoiced in the fact that eventually we would get out of here. Together.

THE END


Yes, "The End." Unfortunately, Seducing Revenge has come to its conclusion. But, don't forget to wait for the epilogue, which will be finished ASAP.

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Songs:

Saturday Night's Alright – Nickelback
Face Down – The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Bring Me to Life – Evanescence

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