I opened my eyes to a vast horizon.
It looked like I was in a desert. Everything was bare and red. My
senses seemed stronger than usual. There were sloping mountains far
off in the distance. The heat seemed unbearable, but somehow my
vampiristic homeostasis never wavered. I was sure that the sun was
beating down on me, but my skin wasn't sparkling. In fact, it
seemed different than usual. Instead of the glistening white that it
usually was, my skin was a dull, ashen gray. Looking down at my skin,
I realized what I was holding. Bella, as beautiful as ever, was lying
in my arms. I examined her, and it seemed like whatever was happening
to me would be solved because Bella Swan, the love of my existence,
was here in my arms. Then I realized she was dead. My shrieks of pain
and agony did not mask the fact that my mouth was at her neck,
draining her sloppily of life and blood.