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Before The Dawn

Summary:
And maybe tonight, We'll fly so far away,We'll be lost before the dawn...--'“I’m…sorry,” I whisper. My voice breaks. “I’m sorry,” I repeat. I spread my arms out like an eagle, letting another tear trickle out. There is pain—lots of pain. And regrets—too many regrets. I drag in another gasp of breath and let my foot take the last step back. My body tips over, and I let go.' ----- It's another new year, and Carlisle is hunting in a secluded forest spot when he comes across the scent of a human. He finds a beautiful girl, lying mangled on the ground in a pool of her own blood, coming closer and closer to being pulled into the ocean by the growing tide. Her heart beats are slowing, and she is muttering just one word. "Sorry." He is reminded of Esme, his true love, when he had rescued her directly from the jaws of death. Acting on instinct, he picks up the dying girl and bites her. Basically, what if Bella had joined Carlisle's coven earlier? Before she ever met Edward? And once they do meet, what the hell happens?


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1. Let Go

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Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I want nothing more than to see you there
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far aw-ay
We'll be lost before the dawn

If only night can hold you where I can see you, my love
Then let me never ever wake again
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn

Somehow I know that we can’t wake again from this dream
It's not real, but it's ours

Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn

Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far aw-ay
We'll be lost before the dawn.

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I walked closer to the edge, slipping out of my robe. I brought the rough material to the front, holding it in my hands. I lifted it up to my face, letting the cloth trail over my features. In the last moments of my life, I wanted to feel all that I could.

I walked out of the canvas shoes, letting the small rocks bite into my skin. I let my toes curl over them, gripping the floor. I let the wind play with my hair, blowing it back and forth around my face. I ran my fingers lightly over my locks, tracing my shoulders, down my skin, and then spreading my arms out. The breeze lifted my ragged dress to my knees, and I let it flap around my legs.

I walked closer to the edge. I did not have much time; they were coming. I could almost hear the pounding of the horses’ feet on the dusty land, already drawing nearer. I walked all the way to the edge, straining my ears to hear what they could, straining my eyes to see what they could, opening my mouth to taste what it could, breathing in deeply to smell what I could. I let my hands dance patterns in the air, watching as my pale fingers did so gracefully. I let the cold wind have me, not fighting it.

I came to the edge and looked down. White capped waves tossed around, buffeting each other. Black birds circled in the grey skies, cawing softly. It started to rain, and I welcomed the sensation, concentrating as each droplet fell on my bare arms and shoulders. I shuffled a little bit forward so I could curl half my foot around the rocky cliff top. I turned around, letting the current of air caress my back. The sky darkened, throwing shadows over the trees.

Suddenly, a black figure hurtled out of the dark shadows as I watched with impassive eyes. The figure spotted me and ran towards me, but it was too late.

“Isabella! No! Please!”

Oh, no. It was Charles—Charlie, my respectable father, the town police. He cried again, but he was too far. He wouldn’t get here in time. His voice was captured by the wind, but I could still hear it.

“Please!” he repeated. “Isabella, please! Please! For me!”

I closed my eyes, letting the guilt wash over me, for maybe the last time. I opened them, and I was not surprised when a tear trails down my cheeks, hanging on to my chin.

Charlie ran as fast as he could towards me. His black coat flapped behind him, looking like wings. This was it. I waited until he was mere feet away, hands on his knees, huffing and puffing. “No… Isa…bella…please…” His eyes closed in defeat. I bit down on my lip and close my eyes for the last time.

“I’m…sorry,” I whispered. My voice choked out, breaking twice. “I’m sorry,” I repeated. I spread my arms out like an eagle, letting another tear trickle out. There was pain—lots of pain. And regrets—too many regrets...

I dragged in another gasp of breath and let my foot take the last step back. My body tipped over, and I let go.

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