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Epilogue


The Devil and Mrs. Black. That's what the papers called it. They tried to villainize Edward, said he seduced a happily married woman. Those who knew Edward couldn't believe it. They thought the devil wasn't Edward but that the devil had had his hand in this whole affair.

But even those who knew and loved Edward couldn't deny the fact that it was his gun and that he had come to our home. They couldn't deny the fact that he shot Jacob dead.

Maybe Edward was the devil. Maybe the devil did influence us. Or maybe the devil and Mrs. Black were one and the same...

I told the police I had an affair with Edward. I told the police I ended the affair with Edward. I told them how Edward came to our home with a gun and killed Jacob. I told them how Edward was going to kidnap me. Now, this is the important part. I told them I feared for my life. I told them he shot Jacob with such hatred and madness I was sure he would kill me also. I told them he threatened me and I was able to wrestle the gun away from him. I told them he lunged at me and I shot him.

They saw how grief-stricken I was. I cried more during that time than I had my entire life. I knew how to play my part. But it was all worth it in the end. I escaped any further investigation. And more importantly, I escaped my life.

So here I am, on a beautiful beach somewhere in the world. It doesn't matter where, just know you won't find me.

As I sip my drink enjoying the sunset, a man steps in front of my chair and blocks my view. He's tall and beautiful. And blonde. I could do with a change of pace.

"You're in my light," I say lifting up my sunglasses to get a better view of him. "Why don't you take a seat?" I nod to the lounge chair next to mine.

He sits down and says, "Thanks. I'm Jasper."

I run my sights up and down his beautiful body. "Nice to meet you, Jasper," and I give him a smile that could kill.

Now, you may be asking yourself, was it all an act? Was any of it true? Did she really fall in love? Did she love either of them?

I've told you my side of the story. I told you everything I'm going to tell you. I even warned you that I'm a good liar.

So, you tell me.