This is my twist on Twilight's ending. I hope you like it. Sometimes when I reread it for the millionth time I wish this is how it would have happened just because her not becoming a vampire has dragged on painfully for me. There are some direct quotes from Stephenie at first getting us into my version. (It starts on Twilight pg. 451 & when I quote Stephenie she is in Italics)

Chapter 1: The End

I heard, as if from underwater, the final growl of the hunter. I could see, through the long tunnels my eyes had become, his dark shape coming toward me. With my last effort, my hand instinctively raised to protect my face. He dismissed it effortlessly and bit into my neck. My eyes closed and I drifted.

As I drifted I dreamed.

Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up – as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly.
It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.
I felt my body as it fell to the floor but it was as if I was no longer connected to it.

I was brought back, a sharp pain slashed through my neck, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes.

And then I knew I was dead.

Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.

"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror.

Behind that longed-for sound was another noise –an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off ...

I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead.

"Bella, Bella, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs.

"Carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice, "He bit her!"

All of a sudden there was a new scalding pain in my neck that was overshadowing everything else.

Someone was burning me.

I didn't know what else to do I screamed my angel's name.

"Edward, the fire! Stop the fire!" I realized my eyes were closed again. I opened them, desperate to find his face. And I found him. Finally I could see his perfect face, staring at me, twisted into a mask of fear and pain.

"Oh Bella, I can't stop it. It's too late. I was too late. I can't stop it!" His voice was desperate and filled with sorrow as he laid his head down sobbing into my chest.

The pain was growing more intense and I could feel the burning spread, as it seemed to eclipse my whole body in a vice grip. I couldn't think rationally and I could no longer hear my angel's voice as the pain went throughout my body in giant waves. The burning seeped into my bones as if they were all being broken. I didn't know how I was still conscious with the magnitude of pain coursing through my veins. I recognized I was being lifted and pressed against something cool, of which I was grateful. The coolness calmed the burning slightly but it was still nowhere near manageable.

I had no concept of time only the pain but it seemed endless. It seemed like this torture would continue always but never lessen. I eventually could hear the screams but it barely registered that they were probably my own. I was convulsing and I felt cold hands trying to hold me still. My face seemed to be resting on something cool. The fire blazed on from my scalp to my toes.

Finally after what seemed like days I began to form rational thoughts. I decided I was dying very slowly and very painfully. And all of a sudden I saw someone in my mind. I remembered a beautiful young man with bronze hair and golden eyes. I realized I wanted him with me, no, I needed him with me. I could hear something and I was desperately trying to grasp hold of it but the pain kept making it impossible.

Finally I noticed the pain was lessening and my screams were becoming whimpers. That is when I really heard it. It was him, I knew it was and he was humming. Humming a beautiful song and I knew it was familiar. It was so frustrating not being able to organize my thoughts clearly but the pain just wouldn't allow for anything. Then my body started to tense and tighten. The pain was suddenly gone and my heart seemed to explode and my lungs involuntarily pushed the last bit of air out. It had stopped and I knew that I was dead.

I was scared and everything had gone silent. My mind tried to adjust to what had happened to me and then I heard the most beautiful, musical voice.

"Bella, love are you okay? I'm here, I'm here."

Was that me? Was I Bella? It sounded right and I opened my eyes and I was staring at the most gorgeous creature. He was the one I had seen in my thoughts, which had hardly done him justice. His face was perfect like an artist had sculpted it but his expression didn't match his lovely face. It was tortured and his eyes were black. I knew this face, I loved this face ... somehow he seemed more than he had been before.

"Bella, Oh Bella", and he brought me closer and pressed me to his chest. Oh that voice! As long as I lived I knew nothing would ever compare to it. I felt electricity shoot throughout my whole body as he pulled me tighter and tighter. I needed this man there was a hunger I couldn't explain it, I just knew that it would cause me pain to be separated from him. I was connected to him. I knew my existence depended on his.

I looked into his eyes and I needed to relieve his suffering somehow. As I went to open my mouth I remembered my angel's name it was ... Edward. Just the thought of his name racing through my mind began to connect my memories together and I saw him kissing me and holding me. Joy surged through me he must love me. It felt like such a relief after what I had just suffered. It made it all worthwhile if this is what had been waiting for me.

He looked at me expectantly but instead of speaking I just pressed my lips to his and I felt the electricity shoot through me again and I deepened the kiss.

Though he seemed hesitant at first I felt his hesitancy melt away as we lay down on the bed. I felt his hand move through my hair and then slowly his fingertips traced the lines of my face till he reached my chin. I never wanted it to stop but too soon I felt him back away and look deep into my eyes.

Then I saw the ache and pain return to his eyes, "Oh Bella I am so sorry."

My voice came out raspy at first but then it sounded very musical much like his, "Edward, what's wrong?"

He looked at me incredulously.