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Death is...

The Cullen's are suffering after a death in the family, but one word might change things (and a vision or two from Alice!)


1. Chapter 1

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I sighed as I asked Rosalie what’s wrong. It was to be expected that she react this way. She had been locked in her room for too long now. It was my job to make her come out.

“Am I a hypocrite?” she asked.

“No, why would you ask that?” I asked her, trying to look in her eyes, but she kept her face down.

“Because, I think Edward was wrong to change Bella. But I changed you.” She finally looked up. Her eyes were glistening, and hopeful. I couldn’t help but smile at her beauty.

I leaned in and slowly pressed my lips to hers. I could feel her smile too. She giggled and pulled back. I was used to her mood swings, going from fuming to giddy in seconds.

“And it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She leaned on my shoulder. Her skin was soft. I wondered if she knew how much power she really had over me.

“Are the others angry with me?” she asked.

“Edward is a little angry. Esme and Carlisle are just worried about you. And Bella, well Bella is just confused.”

“We better go downstairs. I guess I’ll just have to get used to Bella being part of the family.” she sighed.



It was too late by the time we got there. The fire had burned everything. Even if it hadn’t, there wouldn’t have been much we could do.

It was a week after that Emmet got the letter. A letter of revenge and anger. It wasn’t signed, but whoever wrote it claimed Emmet had killed his fiancée. Emmet remembered her. It was the girl he had stumbled across in the alleyway. The one whose blood sang for him. The one he killed.

Whoever wrote the letter believed what he done was fair, and just. He thought he had to do it.

Death is irrational.

He described in the letter how he was still human. He described

how he had hired vampires to do it for him. He paid them in blood. Not his own, of course, but anybody’s he could find.

I was worried about Emmet. We all did what we could to protect him, keep him safe. It’s always hardest to protect someone from themselves.



We were all suffering. I could feel the tears building up in the corner of my eye as I rushed over to Emmet. He was hard to see Emmet like this. Fun-loving Emmet, screaming and thrashing. Crying out in pain.

It was so strange, seeing the life leave a man’s eyes. Seeing the Emmet we knew drift away as he saw the remains of his beloved wife. He wasn’t the Emmet we all knew, he was different now. He was damaged.

Death is possessive.

It was sure to be a rough few months, for all of us. The Cullens had never lost a family member. I had never lost a family member.

So many I times I wished it wasn’t true. I wished it was a bad dream. But I don’t dream anymore, and it did happen.


“Rose! Hurry up!” I shouted.

After another 20 minutes, she did finally emerge from the bedroom.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Close that mouth mister,” she scolded, but I saw her eyes light up.

“You…look amazing,” I choked. She was wearing a long silk dress that clung to all the right places. It was white and strapless. Her hair was up and her shoulders bare.

“Stop gawking, we’re about to be married! Well married again,” she laughed.

I smiled and she slipped her arm through mine. Downstairs everyone was waiting. Alice smiled brightly on the arm of Jasper. Carlisle and Esme were trying to organize everybody, but stopped as we walked down the stairs. And Edward was…alone. Standing by himself in the midst of all these couples it was very obvious. Her rarely smiled, and mostly kept to himself.

“The groom shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding,” Alice scolded.

“That’s not the only thing unlucky about the wedding,” I chuckled.

Of course, it wasn’t our first wedding. Rosalie insisted on having a wedding in every new place we move. She said it was to keep up appearances, but only our family attended. I secretly think she loved the attention, but that’s what wedding are about.

I admit I was looking forward to saying ‘I do’ again. And I was particularly looking forward to the honeymoon.



I should’ve seen it. I could’ve stopped it. Why didn’t I get a vision this time? I walked slowly into Emmett’s room. I wished Jasper could be there with me, but he couldn’t stand that much pain. Emmett was staring at the letter again. That damn letter. I put my hand on Emmett’s shoulder.

He raised his fist and banged it down on the desk in his room, splitting it in two. I sank back against the wall. He sat down and didn’t move again. Eventually I gave up, and went downstairs.

“How is he?” Jasper asked, as soon as I got downstairs.

“Terrible,” I mumbled. I looked around at my family, all sad and quiet. None of us did any of the things we used to, except feed when we needed. Other than that we all just sat around, still shocked Rosalie wasn’t here.

Death is controlling

I thought of how Rosalie would act if she saw us now. She’d give out; tell us to stop being so depressed. I never knew it was possible to miss someone so much.

We were all so safe in our promise of immortality that we never even considered that we can still die.



I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to be of use. I should be useful; it’s what I’m good at. But there was so much pain coming from Emmett, I didn’t know how to deal with it. Alice was understanding.

Even if I could help, I don’t know if it would even change anything. Our family will never be the same. Even Carlisle and Esme weren’t the same. Bella had just become a member of our family, and now we were falling apart.

Death is destructive.

Alice come in and sat beside me. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed. I put my arm around her, and did my best to ease the pain she felt. I promised myself I would try and give Emmett some false sense of happiness, even if just for a minute.

I told Alice, and made my way to Emmett’s room. I took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.


When I passes Alice’s door, I could hear Edward’s voice. He was talking about the girl again. I couldn’t hear Alice; she was probably just thinking her replies.

Edward said it was just fascination that he just wanted to hear her thoughts. But the way he looked when he talked about, and how he always found ways to bring her up suggested he liked more than that.

“Emmett?” Rosalie soft voice whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

I smiled and walked into our room. I was met with expectant eyes.

“Hey,” I said. She raised an eyebrow.

“Happy Anniversary!” I chuckled.

She jumped up and wrapped her arms around me.

“You remembered!” she cried.

“How could I forget?” If I forgot I’d be in a lot of trouble. “I have your present downstairs.”

“I have yours in the car,” she said. “So anything special planned?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I laughed. I knew how Rosalie adored the attention, and I loved giving it to her.



I stared at the letter. I had read it over a hundred times, staring at each word. I don’t know what I was looking for, I just wanted Rosalie back.

I will get my revenge. I stared at the words. Will. Future tense.

I was suddenly overcome with hope. Maybe, just maybe Rosalie is still alive. I jumped up, trying to plan ahead. The first thing I think off is to go hunting.

I’ll go hunting, then I’ll find Rosalie. If she’s alive, I’ll find her. I don’t know how but I will.

But, what if I’m wrong? Can I really take losing her again? I sunk back down in my chair. I needed to think for awhile longer, then I would be able to decide what to do.


“Rose!” Emmett shouted.

She turned around slowly, and seeing her husband she started running. That was the longest second on Emmett’s life. When she finally got close he opened his arms. He caught her in and swung her around.

“I…I thought I lost you,” he choked out into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry Emmett. I should’ve been more careful.” she whispered.

“I love you,” they whispered and the same time, then laughed.

“Let’s go home,” Emmett said, and took Rosalie’s hand. They started to walk slowly, never taking their eyes off each other.

I opened my eyes slowly. It was the most vivid vision I had ever had. Jasper started at me, concern in his eyes. I felt myself smile hugely.

I jumped up and started running, I couldn’t seem to get up the stairs fast enough.

“Emmett!” I called. “I’ve had a vision!”