Hello guys, thanks for joining me in the fourth (most likely last) installment of teh Step int her shoes series. Sorry it took a while, but I promised myself I had to finish this annoying chapter I was just writing before I posted the story.

Thanks for all the reviews in the previous stories, and if you're new to the series thanks for joining.

If you've just clicked onto this story, I very much suggest you read the last three, otherwise you will never have any idea what's going on.

I want to finish this story before the movie Breaking Dawn comes out, so I'm hoping to update nice and regularly. And it will not be like the movie and be in two parts.

Oh, and lastly (I think) this story is rated M for a good reason this time, not just me being paranoid. So, you can all look forward to that (but I have written those types of chapters serperately so it's not neccessary to read them if you don't want to)

Okay, I think that's enough A/N (you guys know the longest one is almost always at the start)

Read on!

Riding Down her road

Book One: Bella

Preface

A promise is a promise, an oath an oath, and I'd broken enough of both to know they were more than just words. I would not break another, and I would not break this one – even if I did have a say, which I seemed to have very little.

To stop, to retreat on my promise, would be treason to myself, a betrayal of my own core as well as its. I would not do that, the mantra swirled in my head, a constant stream of words at the back of my consciousness; they were screamed by that annoying little voice that was my conscience, the voice that always seemed to urge me into reckless, silly things – things that hurt myself as well as others, lately it seemed the pain overweighed the good my actions caused.

The thoughts distracted me, and for a moment everything was clear, I was aware of my surroundings, then everything once again fell away except for that one thing, that one thing that required all my concentration, that one thing that in itself was a million things, the thing that kept my gift constantly running. In those moments of clarity when I was not focused on it that I realized it was slowly draining my life away.

I was not an oath-breaker!

My silent chant fell silent as most of my conscious thought gave way to the instinct, the instinct and motions that kept it alive.

Yeah, I'm mean, sorry, but if you review I'll quickly come out with a real chapter, not just this little taste.

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