Yes, it's here, the sequel to 'Don't Go Into The Woods Alone'! Take that as advice, by the way. Reading is completely necessary or this will make no sense. Trust me! And I only hope those few people kept their word and will read this, despite a major character death in the last one – cough, Edward, cough – so please, read on!
I don't own Twilight or New Moon. I do, however, own Don't Go Into The Woods Alone, so yay! I own something!
When you're human, you fear death. It's that simple. I suppose it's because death is part of the circle of life. You're born, you live, you die. And then there's that rare few who alter the cycle. They're born, they live, they die…they live again. If you want to call it living.
But life after death isn't heaven. Not my version of it, anyway. Because every day, you don't wake up and eagerly await the day. You don't wake up full stop. Because you don't sleep to begin with.
There was a time when I dreamed of this kind of life. But a dream is a wish your heart makes, and you have to be careful what you wish for. Or it might come true.
Then again, it's the exact wording of the wish that counts. I wished for a life, or after life, as a vampire. But I forgot to mention that I wanted Edward there with me the whole time.
I had no doubt that I would die alone, unmarried, untouched. It was, and always would be, only Edward. But when I did die, I would never be alone again…I'd be with him.
It had been less than two days since he died…well, left our world forever. And a shadow cast over whatever was left of my happiness. It's a good thing vampires don't need to breathe, or I'd have quite easily suffocated.
It was all my fault, of course. If I hadn't tripped…if my powers had worked…if I had never distracted him to begin with…he might still be here. But he isn't. And for that, his murderer will burn.
Quite literally. I hate myself every second that the bastard who killed Edward lives. If…what do you know? Another if. It's amazing how many possibilities make up your life. But then again, my life has never been ordinary.
I only know one thing for certain. I will personally hunt down everything that added up to Edward's death. The Quileutes, Llewellyn's coven…all of them…starting with Aiden. He would quite literally burn. Burn in the fires of my hatred, and then hell.
I had no fear of death. I wanted it. Wanted to feel pain…blades cutting through my body…every inch of hurt paling in contrast to the pain of grief. Nothing compared to the way I was bleeding inside.
It was my turn. And I would make them bleed.
Bleed until there was nothing left.
I know it's short, but this is only the preface. I always write short ones for the preface and the epilogue. But I'll try to have the first chapter up soon…
Please review, for our beloved Edward Cullen.
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