Nightfall

Prologue

I'd never given much thought to how I would die–though I'd guess that I'd had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, this is not how I thought I would go.

I couldn't help but stare across the long room–breathless and paralyzed–into the dark eyes of the hunter in front of me. He looked pleasantly back, as if this were an everyday occurance. I shivered as I thought about how Edward was right: it was all a game and he was the ultimate competitor.

I knew that this was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. I hoped that one day it could even be seen as noble. Maybe that ought to count for something.

I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing my death now. But as terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret anything that had happened. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it isn't proper to grieve when it ends.

The hunter smiled in the most friendly of ways as he stalked forward, all to ready to kill me.

As you can see, I am outright stealing someone elses words and changing them. So, my dear readers, to avoid copyright infringements it is my duty to inform you that these characters belong to the Stephenie Meyer. These are her words, her ideas, her characters, and her work - that I am taking into my own fantasy.

Because, no offence to Mrs. Meyer, but I hate Isabella Swan. So for all you Bella-Bashers and people who wish Bella had more character, even if you don't necessarily hate her, this story is for you. This story is Twilight, but with a new character with more personality. So, here it is, Nightfall, a story of love, thirst, and a new character just to Bella-Bash–which is hopefully the only thing that Mrs. Meyer cannot sue me for.

I hope you enjoy.