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Dream's Shadow

This is my take on the over- and usually poorly- done plot. Edward leaves Bella again. She is changed and they meet again in the future. There will be a big twist! Requested by Iris. Banner by Iris!

Try it! I know stories like this usually stink, but I thought I'd give it a try. I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns all.

35. Chapter 35

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“Can we do this?” Tanya asks. She spreads her hands speculatively, turning to face her sisters. “Can we kill her?”

“Yes… we can.” Jane’s bloodthirsty smile is beautiful, but her teeth are bared, showing an utterly empty heart and a clear threat to any who stands in her way.

“I didn’t mean to offend, Jane. I don’t want to irritate the Volturi, as you know… but I really don’t think we should.”

“Why not? This girl is a pretender. A newborn. She is trying to defeat us… all of us! Can you call yourselves vampires when you’re not only defeated, but mocked, by a mere human?”

“I’m not mocking anyone.”

“By virtue of saying that you are! If you do not die here you are! The Volturi are unstoppable. If you want to turn against me, fine. My power is useless against the pet human, but I can turn it against you… you will suffer, and you will know the wrath of the Volturi!”

Jane is clearly overcome with insanity, but I don’t think I’d mess with her in this state if I were them either.

“I’m not going to give up. I’ll fight you until I’m dead, because I have to live so I can deserve Edward. I’ll lose, but I’ll fight…”

It’s the last thing I’ll ever say, I know that. I have this one fight ahead of me before my life ends after all. And I can’t bring myself to regret it. Yes, it’s not the peaceful death I once faced off the cliffs of La Push… but it’s something worth struggling for. And I got to hold him one last time. I die today, but they take nothing from me, only a few fleeting hours of happiness and an eternity of agony when he leaves again.

I have no pleasure ahead, and so this causes no pain.

The moment of silence, of contemplation is over. Here, in Esme’s living room, Jane leaps at me, once again the first to attack, and it begins. The others look on curiously, waiting for a signal.

The fools… even I know better than to let tiny Jane face a newborn alone. She isn’t as adept or agile as Alice. Always before she’s had her power to save her, and now it is just her against me, as the others look on.

It is over in seconds.

I try not to think of her, cruel, but at least alive, while I kill her. She’s sentient. She thinks and knows. She may be evil, but she’s no more than a child… and I know her. A person. I can’t stand having to do this, to literally tear her into pieces and set them in a neat pile for later disintegration.

I have just finished tearing up Jane when Alec screams. It is a blood-curdling, horrifying scream, and it makes my soul turn. Will I ever be forgiven for the pain I’ve caused?

I know it is a mercy as I charge to him, my arms wrapping around his neck with an unstoppable force… it is a simple matter to disconnect his skull, and from there to drop him into pieces. He falls on the floor beside the remnants of his sister.

The other vampires watch.

“Well,” I quip, “either attack me or get me a lighter. I gotta get rid of these bodies.”