This one is a dark one. I thought this fit here. She's rightfully afraid of the predator on her heels, although the why has changed over time. I would highly appreciate it if you let me know what you think. It would mean a lot to me if I knew that I was on the right track. The next chapter will be longer.
Bella Swan knew from the moment their eyes met, that he would be the death of her. She wasn't sure of the how, or the why, or the when, but she was sure he would be the one. The one what hadn't occurred to her more than subconsciously, so she saw it as love. (The death part came later. However, when it did, she thought it was romantic- being with him forever. Death felt like it was going to be an intimate moment between the two. It was going to give her what she wanted so desperately).
Bella Swan knew when he had left her in those woods after twisting her and molding her to his desires, creating a gaping hole in her chest in the shape of him, that he would be the death of her. She was sure that she would lie there on that damp ground, and let the roots of the trees and the autumn leaves and pine needles swallow her into the earth. She was sure of this, because surely if the earth didn't take her, she would cave in on herself around this gaping wound in her chest. (When the warm skin and gentle grip lifted her from her self-made grave, she cried. She wasn't sure what for).
Bella Swan knew that her need for him would be the death of her. She shook day and night. She was fidgety and couldn't focus on anything. She was quiet, a ghost of herself, lingering in the halls of her home. She was doing what was expected of her; cleaning, cooking, sitting, and doing her schoolwork. She did nothing that any other person did, though. She barely ate. She struggled through showers that ran far too hot- she couldn't banish him even with that. (His cold touch had seeped down to her bones, even weeks and months later).
Bella Swan knew that chasing his voice would be the death of her. She was so desperate, enduring thoughts of him despite everything it did to her. When she heard his voice that one night, the danger of the group of men standing in front of her, she chased it. She chased the adrenaline, heart pumping and sprinting in her chest. She was scared for her life, but all she could think of was him. When she saw Jacob for the first time in months, she had been in quiet awe. (He looked so different than he had when he stopped by at her Junior Prom. She quietly acknowledged that he was a handsome young man).
Bella Swan knew when she saw Victoria's flaming hair that he would be the death of her. He had failed her, his abandonment condemning her to Victoria's wrath. His overprotectiveness had brought the attention of her mate, James, who had hunted her across the country. She had felt the tearing of his venom through her veins as she suffered from broken bones. She had gone, hoping to save her mother, but it had all been a lie. Bella saw Victoria and saw her grief twist at her, and make her seek revenge that meant nothing in the end. A vampire, however, has a hard time changing. Once her mind was made up, Bella was doomed. (The Pack had done so much, but guilt made her question if she should not just quietly give herself up to end it all. They all deserved to go back to their lives. The Quileutes deserved to be unbothered by the likes of Victoria).
Bella Swan knew when she met Aro that he would be the death of her. Now they all knew her name, her face, and her scent. They knew what she was and that she knew of them. The Volturi wanted her dead or turned. Bella realized it was death either way. He had damned her soul with foolish actions, over something that was all his fault, and all misunderstood. She had let go of him, made friends, and done things for herself again. Now there he was, tearing through her life like it was paper. Bella wanted to scream and hit him over and over again, despite the fact that he was marble, and she knew it would do nothing but break her hands. (Bella also hated how she had left Jacob behind to save her mental tormenter. If Alice hadn't tangled up her thoughts and feelings so easily, perhaps she would never have gone to Italy).
Bella Swan knew that he would be the death of her the first time he hit her. She knew each time that one day he would go too far. She knew his threats of violence on her loved ones would be followed through. She knew her silence was their only protection, and she was sure there was nothing she could do but tolerate him and his actions. Bella was so aware of herself, and her words, and every little thing that made him so much more than her. She could feel his words shred her to pieces and puzzle her back into something he liked more. (Of course, when she finally tried to leave, to tell him that she was done and that she was tired of it, he finally went too far. She could feel agony that surpassed any scale she could possibly make. Nothing compared. Part of her felt free, though).
Bella Swan knew that one day, Edward Masen Cullen would kill her. She didn't know the how, or the why, or the when, but she knew it would be him. And Bella Swan was scared.
She didn't want to die.