Title: Grim Goodbye

Rating: T ;; for mild violence and some course language.

Summary: Time was my worst fear. Time was my greatest asset. Time was the only thing that could save me, and the one thing that would completely destroy me. She could manipulate time. And she was going to bring him back. Revenge is a bitch.

Notes: So here's my next story. I'm on spring break this week, so Heaven Help Us will be updated soon. The epilogue for Three Cheers will be posted soon, too.

This story takes place exactly where Twilight ends. I'm not sure, but the story might be entirely in third person. I'll have to see . . .



In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

The bronze haired boy burst through the doors of the empty warehouse. How much more cliché could you get? The hunter had taken her to this place, set up this trap. However, the boy didn't care. All he cared about was her, getting her home.

If, of course, she was even still alive.

There she was; his angel. Bella had never looked so frail. Her humanity, her clumsiness, it was nothing compared to how weak she looked that very moment. She was lying on the cold ground, her skin as white as a ghost's; as white as his. Edward' onyx eyes widened. He was unable to believe the sight before him.

His heart clenched, his unnecessary breath hitching in his chest. No! This wasn't supposed to happen! Not her, not Bella! Take anyone else! Take anyone but her!

"No!" Edward roared, dashing to her side. He fell to his knees beside her, hands shaking as he pulled her cold body to his chest. He tried putting his thoughts into words, but all that would come from his mouth was 'no, no, no'.

There were no traces of her breath. He heard no heartbeat. She was dead. Bella was dead. His Bella, his only hope for any goodness in his existence, was gone. She was dead. She was dead. She was dead.

His body was shaking as he held her, unable to control his tearless sobs. He had been too late. The cries wracked his body, and he could feel her blood dampening his skin, seeping through his shirt. But he didn't care. He only wanted her back.

The blood was cold, not at all tempting to the beast inside of him. And even if it were, not even that monster could break through his heart ache and anguish. Nothing could force him to hurt him any further. Not as if he could anyway.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Isabella, I'm so sorry."

She didn't respond. Of course she didn't respond! She was dead! Edward just held her tighter, his bloody hands brushing through her mangled hair. He had loved her, and he had risked her life because of it. How could he have been so dense? If he really loved her, he would have stayed away.

He kissed her forehead, and laid her back down on the floor. He looked down at his hands and shirt. Blood stained his pale skin. Her blood. It could easily be washed off, but the blood would stain his clothing forever. She would always stain his heart, too.

"I will always love you, Bella." He said, tracing her jaw-line with his fingers for the last time. A sob escaped his lips again when he realized that it would indeed be the last time.

"Hello, Edward." A new voice said from the other side of the room. Edward rose, and looked the crimson eyed hunter in the eyes. He was going to die next. He knew it.

And he welcomed death with open arms.

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
I'm swimming through the ashes of another life
There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45