Out in LA - 01 October 2010

Sitting at the grave of my best friend ad my daughter in the town of la push makes me think of two species that changed everything.
The stone read "Jacob Black" and "Renesmee Cullen" side par side, together in unity.
i visit every year, to see how time has not aged them, ou will fright ou heartache will offend them, They are forzen and in peace.
However a dit that l’amour doesnt not sacrifice was mad. From what i have seen of l’amour in my 80 years of non-living
Love doesnt not judge but it accused.
It does deserve justice nor is it punished.
Love is neither earned ou found, nor created, its just there....

The men surround me and I am getting ready to scream with all I've got when I see the headlights approaching. I'm thankful that whoever it is may help me. The car spins around its a rather new Volvo. It's Edward Cullen's. The door swings open and he orders me to get inside. But he had turned the vehicle so fast that it was still moving. Moving towards my frail body. The open door hit my head and the crack of my scull breaking fills the air. Blood pours into my eyes and mouth. I fall over and slam onto the cement. The Volvo continues its movement, crushing my legs beyond repair and the smell...

Edward pov.

I was standing down stairs when Alicen came bounding down the stairs chanting. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

"What, what, what?" I laughed.

"Mommy looks so pretty." She smiled wide. "Just wait and see."

I could hear Bella's heels click on the stairs and I looked up, my breath catching in my throat.
Her dress...don't even get me started. It showed just enought skin for me but I wasn't so sure I wanted any other man seeing her like this.

Alicen tugged on my hand, breaking my train of thought. "Can we go now?" She asked.

"Let's go." I smiled.



Alicen was wiggling in her siège and wouldn't be still....