I never thought that I would die this way. I never thought that my entire family would die before me, and that I would be the last one alive. I never thought that we would face an enemy so strong.
I never thought I'd actually die.
I mean, I'm a vampire, and though I'm technically dead anyway, I never thought that I would cease to exist. But that's what was happening. I was going to die, and no one could save me, because anyone who cared about me was already dead.
But despite the fact that I was going to die, I was calm. I didn't care that I was going to die. After all, everyone in my family was dead. Edward had died trying to save me. Everyone else had been killed in various ways. There was nothing left in this life for me to live for. I was actually almost grateful that I was getting killed. Life isn't worth living without my Greek god and our family by my side.
I stared into the black eyes of my killer calmly, welcoming the end. When he saw I wasn't going to fight, he snarled, and then lunged.
I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain, and then the end. I just hoped it would be quick.
I didn't want the end to come. But come it has, and I'm not afraid.