AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER: Let me be the first to say that I am an AVID fan of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series. She's a great writer, and while some of us may have had issues with Breaking Dawn, let us remember that if it were not for her, Edward Cullen and all of these other wonderful characters would not even exist.
That being said, after reading Breaking Dawn, i felt like the ending was DESPERATELY missing something. Here we have a great, dynamic series that just ends on an "eh" kind of note. At the persuading of several wonderful people, I decided to give my best shot at giving Breaking Dawn the ending it deserves.

When I was working on this ending, I tried to make my ending flow as seamlessly as possible into Stephenie's text... it ACTUALLY BEGINS ON PAGE 721 OF BREAKING DAWN, towards the end of Chapter 37, Contrivances. That being said, there is a good deal of text taken directly from the novel itself (although don't skip chunks-- I had to change a few things here and there, to make everything work. And to delete the heinous "my son" comment).

To disclaim: I DO NOT OWN, NOR CLAIM TO OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS (though if stephenie meyer wants to lend me Edward Cullen for an indefinite amout of time, I will not object). ANY TEXT THAT YOU RECOGNIZE FROM BREAKING DAWN BELONGS TO THE AUTHORESS STEPHENIE MEYER.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this, I had fun writing it. (PlaylistWithin Temptation: The Heart of Everything and the Silent Force. Check them out... they are AWESOME!)


Contrivances

(This starts right after Charles and Makenna leave (pg 721). Some of the other vampires follow them, and Aro notes that the Volturi are now outnumbered.)

"We are outnumbered, dearest ones," Aro said. "We can expect no outside help. Should we leave this question undecided to save ourselves?"

"No, master," they whispered in unison.

"Is the protection of our world worth perhaps the loss of some of our number?"

"Yes," they breathed. "We are not afraid."

Aro smiled and turned to his black-clad companions.

"Brothers," Aro said somberly, "there is much to consider here."

"Let us counsel," Caius said eagerly.

"Let us counsel," Marcus repeated in an uninterested tone.

Aro turned his back to us again, facing the other ancients. They joined hands to form a black-shrouded triangle.

As soon as Aro's attention was engaged in the silent counsel, two more of their witnesses disappeared silently into the forest. I hoped, for their sakes, that they were fast.

This was it. Carefully, I loosened Renesmee's arms from my neck.

"You remember what I told you?"

Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded. "I love you," she whispered.

Edward was watching us now, his topaz eyes wide. Jacob stared at us from the corner of his big dark eye.

"I love you, too," I said, and then I touched her locked. "More than my own life." I kissed her forehead.

Jacob whined uneasily.

I stretched up on my toes and whispered into his ear. "Wait until they're totally distracted, then run with her. Get as far from this place as you possibly can. When you've gone as far as you can on foot, she has what you need to get you in the air."

Edward's and Jacob's faces were almost identical masks of horror, despite the fact that one of them was an animal.

Renesmee reached for Edward, and he took her in his arms. They hugged each other tightly.

"This is what you kept from me?" he whispered over her head.

"From Aro," I breathed.

"Alice?"

I nodded.

His face twisted with understanding and pain, as he pulled our daughter even closer to him. Had that been the expression on my face when I'd finally put together Alice's clues.

Jacob was growling quietly, a low rasp that was as even and unbroken as a purr. His hackles were stiff and his teeth exposed.

Edward kissed Renesmee's forehead. "I love you, my beautiful girl," he whispered gently to her, in his most soothing voice—the one that had calmed my racing thoughts many times before. The tortured look of resignation on his face hit my heart like a sharpened sword. Edward loved Renesmee unconditionally… the three of us had been meant to be together, always. But as we prepared to part, I saw the lifetimes we should have spent flash before my eyes, the years that should be spent happily in our cottage, in our home. The knife in my heart went clean through as the flashes disappeared, leaving only emptiness in their wake as I was jerked back to life by Edward's voice, softly whispering, "Goodbye…"

He kissed both her cheeks, then lifted her to Jacob's shoulder. She scrambled agilely onto his back, pulling herself into place with handfuls of his fur, and fit herself easily into the dip between his massive shoulder blades.

Jacob turned to me, his expressive eyes full of agony, the rumbling growl still grating through his chest.

"You're the only one we could ever trust her with," I murmured to him. "If you didn't love her so much, I could never bear this. I know you can protect her, Jacob."

He whined again, and dipped his head to butt it against my shoulder.

"I know," I whispered. "I love you, too, Jake. You'll always be my best man."

A tear the size of a baseball rolled into the russet for beneath his eye.

Edward leaned his head against the same shoulder where he'd placed Renesmee. "Goodbye, Jacob, my brother," he said, voice constricting. "Thank you… for everything. Keep her safe," he whispered.

Jacob gave his head an affirmative shake, and Edward's tortured features relaxed, if only a little.

The others were not oblivious to the farewell scene. Their eyed were locked on the silent black triangle, but I could tell they were listening.

"Is there no hope, then?" Carlisle whispered. There was no fear in his voice. Just determination and acceptance.

"There is absolutely hope," I murmured back. It could be true, I told myself. "I only know my own fate."

Edward took my hand. He knew that he was included. When I said my fate, there was no question that I meant the two of us. We were just halves of the whole.

Esme's breath was ragged behind me. She moved past us, touching our faces as she passed, to stand beside Carlisle and hold his hand.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by murmured goodbyes and I love you's.

"If we live through this," Garrett whispered to Kate, "I'll follow you anywhere, woman."

"Now he tells me," she muttered.

Rosalie and Emmett kissed quickly but passionately.

Tia caressed Benjamin's face. He smiled back cheerfully, catching her hand and holding it against his cheek.

I didn't see all the expressions of love and pain. I was distracted by a sudden fluttering pressure against the outside of my shield. I couldn't tell where it came from, but it felt like it was directed at the edges of our group, Siobhan and Liam particularly. The pressure did no damage, and then it was gone.

There was no change in the silent, still forms of the counseling ancients. But perhaps there was some signal I'd missed.

"Get ready," I whispered to the others. "It's starting."