Invetta

by GreyAnna

I wanted to move to La Push to get away from memories that haunted me. The thing is, people get suspicious when your never seen in daylight, are an albino, and your eyes sometimes shine red. If only that pesky boy had stayed away. Now I was bound to him. Literally.

12. Chapter 12

Paul POV

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Do you know how it feels to be separated from the only reason your existing?

Do you know what it feels like to have had something so close and to have it slip away, right between your chubby, greedy fingers?

It sucks.

And the guilt.

Do you know what I did, after watching her bleed to death?

After watching her die in my arms, looking up at me,blood covering her beautiful face, and hearing her whisper not my name, but "Berlioz"?

I left.

I left her alone, after she died, and I didn't go back.

I didn't go back to see how she is, I didn't even ask.

Ashamed.

And angry.

I didn't protect her, when she cams back alive.

I didn't hold her in my arms and kiss her hair and tell her it was all okay when she couldn't remember anything.

And then she slipped away, right under our noses, with a vampire.

So all I thought as I raved through the woods, following a dying scent, was she I caught the vampire, I'd kill him, right there, right then.

I'd rip of his head with my teeth and burn his horrible dead body.

And I wouldn't let Invetta out of my sight again, no matter what it took.

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Would anyone like to continue the story? I haven't any time for it anymore. If so, please PM me, and we'll work out details. I'm very sorry, but thanks for all your support so far.

Spasibo, GreyAnna