Previously- BPOV-

I've very sorry ma'am, but major Whitlock has been classified as deceased. We found these along with some blood. He said, handing me Jasper's dog tags. I fell to the ground clutching the dog tags to my chest as my heart broke. I don't remember what happened after that. Darkness consumed me. The next thing I knew I woke up in the dark.

Now- still BPOV-

That was over 100 years ago. I remember the next experience very vividly.

Flashback-

I woke up with a start and looked around me. Well tried to. It was black as night. I went to sit up but knocked my head against something hard and rough. I tried to sit up again but could only partially sit up. I raised my hands and pressed against the surface. I tried to push whatever it was up, but it wouldn't budge. I my heart began to pound in my ears and I slamming my hand with all the force I could muster against the surface above me. A couple of minutes later I lowered my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. I raised my hands again and slammed it into the surface above once more. After a few moments the object began to bow and flex. I kept hitting the material in roughly the same place, and finally I felt a rush of air as the material finally broke loose. For a moment I thought that I was free but then with a 'Whoosh' I couldn't breath. I felt something come down and fall on my face. The material was moist and soft and had small things in it wriggling around. I brushed off my face and tried to scream when the downpour slowed.

"Help!" I tried to yell, but the material that buried me caused me to cough. I swallowed, trying desperately to moisten my throat.

"Help." The sound coming out only slightly clearer and a lot rougher.

"Hello, is there someone there?" I heard a voice respond.

"Help me please." I called and began working on the material around my hand to hasten my escape.

"Miss, I'm here." I heard as a hand grabbed mine, to which I latched onto with no intent on letting go. " I'm going to get you out of there, but I need you to retract your hand." I slowly released his hand and pulled my hand back to my side. I heard some shuffling for a moment before a careening filled my ears and I felt a pressure land on my stomach before I felt myself being pulled up.

Spluttering I stood up and looked behind me. I started when I saw "Here Lies Isabella Marie Swan Whitlock. Loving daughter, sister, and wife. She loved fiercely and dies of a broken heart."

"What is happening?" I said, not really expecting answer from the man in front of me.

"You would not believe me if I told you, miss." I looked to this man and I saw the look on his face.

"I was just pulled out of my own grave. I think I would believe just about anything right now. What is your name?"

"My name is Andrew, and the reason that you had to dig yourself out of your own grave is because you are now an immortal."

END FLASHBACK

He then went on to explain that the reason why I became an immortal is because the universe decided that I deserve a chance to be with my love. He then told me what I needed to know about being an immortal. We then went to his place and he went out to get me a new dress to replace the one that I had dug out of my grave with. While he was gone I took a bath and once I was finished I wrapped myself in a towel. I heard him come in to the house, and he walked up to the bathroom door. He knocked.

"I am here."

"I have a dress here. When you are ready you may come downstairs to the kitchen."