Sorry for the delay. I've been co-writing an RPG with my boyfriend for a while and the Kickstarter is finally up. (shameless plug alert). Its called Modern Magic and its almost fully funded! Check it out if that's your thing, but that is currently my excuse for the delayed chapter.

Here's goes nothing.

I present to you, my solution for the Breaking Dawn problem.

A horrible noise had me sitting straight up in bed. I didn't even remember going to sleep. It was still dark out, the wind howling and pressing against the window panes. The room was only lit by the glaring brightness of my phone screen.

I snatched it up and saw that the horrible noise was coming from my phone.

It was a weather warning, telling the people of Forks to stay indoors as a storm was in the nearby mountains and might end up hitting us on the coast.

The storm was here.

The end of Eclipse was here.

I clicked out of the warning screen and checked the time. It was a little after three in the morning. Somewhere in the mountains, Edward and Jacob were having a rare heart-to-heart while Bella was snuggled up with Jacob in the tent, half-listening in on the conversation on what it was like to love the same person.

It didn't concern me.

I checked my text messages, hoping against hope that I was going that Emily, Kim, or even Old Quil could tell me any good news. Maybe someone could reassure me that Paul would be okay without an imprint?

No new messages.

While I wasn't exactly popular among most of the characters, it was unusual to find that no one had any Twilight-related questions about the book's events. This was strange, especially since the Cullens and werewolves were on the brink of a battle with the newborns. They must really be as confident about defeating the vampires as Bella thought they were.

I turned my screen off and let out a huge sigh.

My brain was absolutely fried.

The porch light outside suddenly clicked on, illuminating flurries of snow doing playful somersaults beyond the glass. A dog barked and I could hear the faint sounds of a neighbor coaxing a dog back inside the house. I stared at the window for a moment, and felt a wave of defeat.

Would Bella even notice if Paul wasn't in Breaking Dawn?

If I ever got my hands on Breaking Dawn, would it be the only way to find out if he was okay or not? Or would the sad story of Paul losing his mind while grieving the loss of an imprint turn into a cautionary tale to show the reader just how devoted a werewolf could be to their imprint?

I didn't know how to save him from that.

The porch light clicked off.

And a deafening silence filled the space. Even the wind seemed to halt.

I didn't hear the heater and hadn't even realized that it had turned itself on while I was asleep until the room filled with sudden silence. It was only going to get colder, so I got up from bed and flicked on my bedroom light so I could see my way through the house and adjust the thermostat.

The switch clicked at the motion, but the lights didn't turn on.

I flicked the lights off and on again.

Was the electricity out?

I looked again at the window, remembering the suddenness that the porch light had turned off after it had just turned off.

Strange...

A creeping sense of warning was starting to jolt me out of my dark, depressing thoughts.

I almost never felt like I was in danger within Forks city limits. There was nothing to worry about between the Cullens, werewolves, and the safety of a small town. But I was suddenly reminded that the Cullens weren't here for the same reason the werewolves weren't. Even Charlie was out in La Push on a fishing trip with Billy.

I turned on my phone's flashlight and navigated through the pitch darkness until I found the coat closet near the door. The electric panel was inside there. I went to it and tried to see if there was... well... actually, I didn't know what I was looking for. A blown fuse, maybe?

It looked fine.

At least nothing was smoking or otherwise obviously broken.

I turned my attention to the floor. There had to be some kind of emergency kit or something in there. My phone had a flashlight, but I didn't want to waste the battery. I found something, but it looked like an emergency kit meant to be kept in cars or something. It was full of blankets, a road flare, and...

Of course.

Supplies for starting a fire.

I could light a fire in the fireplace, couldn't I? I felt my way into the living room and propped up my phone up so that the light I'd need to put a fire together. There was plenty of wood stacked beside the fireplace, so I grabbed some of Uncle Bob's newspapers set aside for recycling and used them to light the logs when I had them properly placed. When the fire was lit, I shut the grate closed and watched it a little while longer.

The wind howled again, startling me before I could get swept into my own thoughts again. That warning feeling was still niggling at the back of my consciousness. I would blame the blackout for my jumpiness, but this feeling had my heart racing since the moment I woke up.

I should have gone to La Push like Paul had asked me to do.

Maybe it wasn't too late? I knew that Emily and the others would be more than happy to let me crash at their place, even if I showed up at this hour. I could pack up Eclipse and hop in my car after putting out the fire I'd just made.

I stood from where I was crouching in front of the fireplace, considering the option.

Then I turned around and faced a figure standing so still that it took me a heartbeat to confirm that it wasn't just my imagination jumping at shadows. I clamped my mouth tight over the instinct to gasp. I couldn't be seeing this right. No one was supposed to be here. Everyone, both good and bad guys were supposed to be in the mountains, watching and waiting for the newborn battle to start.

But it wasn't just any stranger in the house.

Of course, it wasn't.

Half of his face was still hidden in shadow, but those eyes glittering in the firelight were definitely red.

A vampire.

I froze, determined to be as still as the unbreathing, eerily handsome creature standing across from me in the living room. His expression suddenly shifted, turning into a slow, steady smile as he took his first step forward, his pale face cast in the warm glow.

"It's an honor to finally meet you, Cammy."