Don't kill me please. I like depressing stories and rejection that leads to death. I think it evokes such emotion.
1 year later
I found Joseph where I had left him so many years ago. Of course he looked the same while I looked like hell. I couldn't remember the last time I fed.
His red eyes looked at me with surprise and worry.
"I should have stayed with you," I rasped. My voice was a mess from the dryness of my throat. I hadn't spoken in so long. There was nothing left to say.
His soft hand caressed my arm. I let all of my memories flow to him. I watched silently as his eyes filled with venom. I had never seen this from him before.
"I am so sorry," he whispered, brokenly. His arms wrapped around me in an attempt to comfort me. It was too late. "Don't make me do this."
I pulled away to look him in the eyes. He ducked his head. He didn't want to see the truth.
"When you found me I wanted death. You knew this and yet you denied me release. It is only right that you give me what I wanted all those years ago," I said softly. Dry sobs racked his body. I never imagined I would see my sire break.
He nodded his head reluctantly and I stood up. He knew where I wanted to do it. The meadow. That beautiful meadow. It was only right to end my suffering where she had let go of hers.
We arrived in the meadow and stood silently. We stared at the flowers in awe. They were beautiful and vibrant. It was as though I could feel their colors. Beauty was here in this place.
I turned my back to Joseph and bent down to touch them.
"Just look at the flowers," Joseph said brokenly. I could hear his footsteps coming closer. I felt nothing but joy. It would all end soon enough.
Firm hands gripped my head and I didn't close my eyes. As they twisted my head, I smiled. I felt nothing.
I could feel my head rolling through the flowers. It was so poetic. I saw Joseph light my body aflame. The fire roared like a beast and sobs racked his ancient body.
As he came closer to my head, I was paralyzed with a smile on my face. He fell to his knees in front of me with a match. His handsome face contorted into pain. I realized then, too late, that I loved him. I had caused him the same pain that my mate caused me.
As the fire touched me I felt relief.
Fire is cleansing. It renews and destroys equally. It made me into an immortal. It also took me away. Born through pain and irradicated through joy. The cycle turns and turns.
The end is my release.
3rd Person
Bella sat with her family silently.
As they watched a movie, she was watching her past. Memories of her mate flowed through her mind like Alice's visions. The pain that ripped through her chest had never lessened after Ivy left. It only worsened and infected everything.
She did her best to remain stoic for her family. Her beautiful husband and daughter. They thought she was doing fine. Edward, Carlisle, and Esme that is. They had no idea that her true mate had left that day. The one made for her.
She had no explanation for why she chose Edward except that she was used to him. She understood him. She could never understand her mate. She could have if she ever tried but she was afraid of losing the Cullens. She never wanted to lose them again.
Bella had been catatonic after the departure of her mate. She stayed in the meadow more often than not just staring at the flowers. She had never called it Edward's meadow since she changed the name. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
As they watched the movie, Alice suddenly gasped. Bella's head snapped to her. She went to ask what was wrong but was stopped by a excruciating pain in her chest.
The family surrounded Bella, trying to figure out what was wrong. Edward looked like he had seen a ghost as he stared between Alice and Bella.
"No," he whispered. Everything he thought was true fell around him as his wife crumbled under the weight of her mate's death.
"I'm sorry, Bella. She's gone," Alice said through dry sobs. Images of Ivy's head rolling flashed through Edward's mind.
"No," Bella screamed. The severing of the bond seared through her chest like a branding iron. "No!"
Bella shot up and ran faster than she ever had before to the meadow. Something told her to go there. She heard her family following behind her but she did not care. Nothing mattered except the meadow.
A vampire sat on his knees sobbing uncontrollably. His long black hair hung like a curtain around his face. Bella could smell her mate. She could see the ashes. The burnt flowers. She roared in fury and the vampire turned to her.
"Kill me," he said so quietly that she almost didn't hear. She moved forward with purpose only to be stopped by Edward and Carlisle.
"What is the meaning of this," Carlisle asked in confusion. Bella pushed both of them away violently.
"He killed my mate. Mine," Bella growled. Her eyes were black as tar. Whatever humanity she had left was dead along with her mate.
She rushed to the vampire and grabbed his head. He didn't struggle as she ripped his head from his body. Her fingers curled into claws as she ripped his body apart. Rage had become her.
When she came back to herself there was carnage. Pieces of the man were strewn all across her meadow. Ivy's meadow. Screams racked her body. She could barely see the sun through the venom tears that would never fall.
"We didn't know," Esme said in a heartbroken whisper. Carlisle looked defeated. If only he had known he wouldn't have let her go.
Edward fell to his knees in despair. He couldn't handle seeing his wife mourn the death of her mate. He blamed himself as his last words to Ivy replayed over and over.
"You torture yourself by staying here."
"You have no reason to stay."
"This is what she wanted, Bella," Alice said as Bella screamed. "She never wanted to live."
Bella silenced as icy numbness flowed through her. Her mate wanted to die. Her mate wanted this. Bella wanted to follow her.
As she looked at her family, they looked at her with sympathy. She saw the tears that flowed from her daughter's eyes. The tears that would never shed from her husband and the rest of her family.
No matter how badly she wanted to follow her mate into to death, she had to fight. She had to live with with the knowledge that her beloved was waiting for her in the void.
Years passed but the pain remained. She learned to live with it. She learned how to smile again if only briefly. If only for her daughter.
Even though she never touched her husband again. Even when she watched her husband find his true love... Bella daydreamed of her beautiful mate. With her black curls and caramel skin. The body that she had craved for so long in place of Edward's.
She would never regret her gorgeous daughter but she regretted making her mate feel unwanted. Because, God. She had wanted her.
But it was too little too late. All she could hope for was the end. When her mate was in sight and the fire washed her away. Turning her to ashes like her mate who now resided in a beautiful urn next to her bed.
The sun had never been so dark than in those days.
The flowers were never so black.
IM CRYING.