Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the story.


Isn't it funny, how you can live your life, not knowing who you are, not knowing where you're from...and you just accept it? When all of what you thought you knew is pulled from under you, when all you thought is replaced by all you know, is there any way to accept it? Any way to reverse the mistakes you've made?

I shook my head. "I won't."

The real answer was, I can't, but I would not say that to him. He knew this part of me well, the part that I was just discovering. We were bound together, tighter than anyone had been in the course of history. I had severed that binding, replacing it with another. But obviously not well enough, the little strands of ribbon tearing enough to release me...but not completely.

And now he was back.

And it was quite right, too, that he should return, as we teetered on the brink of destruction. When we needed him.

"It's time, Bella." He said, his red eyes glistening in the light of the moon. "It's time to decide which side you're really on."