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After a rainy day in Forks, Edward, Emmet and Jasper go hunting. But their trip is disturbed when they find a dead body in the forest. The mystery behind her death is confusing and the mystery behind her life and everything it was a part of is overwhelming. But did the Cullens and Bella throw themselves into a mystery that will end in only more death? Who is this dead girl they found? And what will happen once they find out? ALTERNATE ENDING POSTED!!! Remember to REVIEW!


11. Alternate Ending

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Her heart couldn’t stop beating in her chest. Her legs kept moving and moving even though her mind had no control over them. Her body was acting on it’s own will, all the while her mind screaming at her to stop and take stock of the situation. But she couldn’t will herself to stop and let the family she learned to love die along side their new allies. If she let them turn into the one thing she hated, then she would never be able to forgive herself. It was her job to stop the mysterious cloaked vampires and Hell, she was going to do it!

It was what her family died for. It was what she was working for her whole life. It was what countless comrades and friends gave up their families and jobs for. It was the one thing that could destroy all of humanity. The leader and his strange gift to hypnotize vampires and humans alike, the thought of him sent chills down her spine. She had to make it in time, the Cullens and the werewolves depended on it. It was all up to her.

The cloaked figures were dominating. The Cullens and werewolves had a hard time holding off the enemy. One werewolf already laid blood soaked on the grass, his life and love almost over. Carlisle would have helped it, if it wasn’t for the wave of vampires trying to rip apart every shred of humanity he had left. None of them noticed the absence of Marin, they couldn’t even see more then a few feet in front of them, so strong were the cloaked vampires. It was almost over and they all knew it. If only there was some way to stop the massive horde.

Marin heard the sounds of the fight and she knew she was close. Close enough that her hand started to shake around the bottle of gasoline she was carrying. The lighter in her other hand threatened to fall into the mud around her. But she was so close. Everything she worked for only a few meters away.

The first vampires came into view and she quickly scanned the area for the one figure she knew and hated so well. He stood there, about a head above everyone else’s; a smug smile set on his face. This sent anger coursing through her; how could so much blood and war send happiness to him? How could someone be so evil? She narrowed her eyes and ran faster then she ever had before. Without even thinking, she leapt from her current position and went flying. She made contact with him before he even knew she was behind him. He turned around to face her and she knew that it was all over. One of them wasn’t going to live past that day.

“Come back for more?” he smirked, waving off the vampires around him. He wanted to kill her himself. Marin just narrowed her eyes at him, her hands clenching around the object she was holding. He raised an amused eyebrow at her, daring her to make the first move. “You expect to kill me with that?” he laughed, a sound that made her want to shove cotton balls in her ears.

She couldn’t control it then. She lunged, missing him by inches. But she knew he was only playing with her. He could kill her instantly. She got up hastily, fumbling with the cap to the bottle. Now or never. But it flew from her hands ten feet away, her shocked expression plastered onto her face. She looked up to see the leader’s face, excited by the prospect of torturing someone he hated for so long. She started to tremble then, the weight of the situation crashing down on her. She was going to die. She saw the leader raising his hand. It collided with her stomach before she even had time to blink. She was laying on the ground, gasping for breath. He didn’t strike to kill. It was just too fun for him to kill her instantly. This was his game, after all.

His smile fell when he remembered all the trouble she caused him. All the vampires that he could have controlled, lost. Scattered across the world. And who’s fault was it? His eyes locked on to his target, all mercy or reasoning swept out of him by pure rage. She wasn’t going to pester him for so much longer.

She saw him lift his foot, intent on crushing her. She closed her eyes, hoping for it to be quick. She flinched when she felt his foot on her stomach.

“Now to crush you like the puny ant you are,” he hissed, his cold breath making her shiver. She prepared herself for death. She took in one last breath of air before she felt pressure. This is it… she thought, defeated. Everything…gone. Life, love, happiness…

She gasped, her eyes flying open. She thought that she was dead. She felt to pain at all. The death was swift then. But on another thought, why did she feel like her stomach was going to collapse on her? She looked around again, realizing that the leader was on the ground a ten feet from her, a greenish liquid spreading all around him. The gasoline bottle, he landed on it. She saw Emmett, running towards him. No! She felt like screaming but her mouth wouldn’t move. She could only watch as the leader’s eyes locked with the playful bear of a brother she knew. That sent her into action. She couldn’t let this go on. She was go close. The lighter grew hot in her hand and he glanced down at it. A slow smile spread over her face as she took the scrunchy she always carried around on her wrist and wrapped it around the igniter. A small flame appeared, the scrunchy keeping the ignition down, creating an eternal flame. She cranked her arm back and threw the lighter with as much coordination she had. The lighter landed directly on the leader. It didn’t take long for him to burst into flames.

All around her, vampires were waking up from their hypnotic sleep. Cheers and hugs were spread around the clearing. But Marin ran strait towards the bloody mass in the center of the clearing, where the Cullens and the werewolves were standing. Jared, bloody and wincing with pain, was being held down by the pack. Carlisle set right to work, bandaging here and gauzing there. He wasn’t going to die. A slow smile spread over her face.

That was it. Everything Marin worked for was complete. She took one last glance at the families around her before she took off into the forest. She didn’t belong in Forks, or anywhere near supernatural creatures. She needed to take a break. Maybe she would go to Europe. Or maybe Italy and Greece. She didn’t need to make any decisions quite yet. She had her whole life ahead of her for that. Right now… right now the Caribbean was calling her name.