"This is the last time you'll ever see me." He kissed my forehead and ran off into the forest. I stumbled forward, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Edward - My love, my life, my everything had left me. He didn't love me anymore. I tripped, the klutz that I am, and cut my side on a sharp rock. I cried out in pain, but it was nothing compared to the emotional pain I was feeling inside.
"Hello," A shrill female voice cut through me. "He left you?" Victoria cocked her head to the side.
I said nothing. Kill me now, I thought. I would welcome death with open arms to get away from this pain. "Aah, he left you," she said again. "Perfect. You will have to live with your pain, like I have to live with mine." and she pressed her lips to my neck and bit me. As the venom flowed through me, I didn't even mind the pain, as it numbed the thoughts of... I didn't even want to speak his name. Every time I did think of him, the pain would increase infinately. It was too much.
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87 years later
87 years later me and my new coven that I had found while travelling the world returned to Forks. My coven consisted of: Rebecca and her mate Andrew from Ireland, Mia and her mate Cooper from New York and Alex and her sister Angel from England. Victoria had left me just as soon as she had appeared; straight after she had bitten me she was gone. We lived in the Cullen's old house and we had adapted the same diet as them; we didnt fancy the thought of killing innocent humans for food, either. We enrolled ourselves in Forks hgh school and Alex, Angel, Cooper and I were juniors and Mia, Rebecca and Andrew were seniors.I recognised some familiar faces; There was a Daniel Newton, obviously a granson of Mike, the golden retriever, there was the Cheney twins, a girl and a boy, the boy's features were clearly from Ben's and the girl's features just screamed Angela. I was glad that they (meaning Ben and Angela) had ended up together, they were so cute in school. Halfway into the first semester , though, things went all pear shaped for my almost-perfect life: The Cullens had returned.