(Ladies and Gents I Do not own the characters that privilege belongs to Stephanie Meyer...Hope you enjoy It's my first fan-fiction)

Chapter one: The funny thing about dying

I closed my eyes. The funny thing about dying is that when your doing it it's like time seems to slow down as if death is savoring the moment until you breath your very last breath. Gives you time to appreciate things. Personally I was lucky that my death was as simple as being torn limb from limb, and burnt alive. At least I wasn't Diego. I wasn't forced to tell my secrets, forced to endure as hour after hour being tortured until finally I begged not for freedom, but for death. Yup I was definitely lucky. Not fighting back was easy. I was resigned to my fate for the most part. I didn't really like being a vampire anyway.

I didn't know which one of the cloaked vampires would be my murdered if it was even one of them at all. Maybe my killer would be one of the yellow eyed ones or maybe the sweet smelling human. I doubted it would be the human. She didn't look strong enough to do the job, but the short cloaked girl couldn't hurt her like she hurt me so the human might have something more to her. Maybe she'd just lend a lighter and help burn me to a pile of ashes. Even just thinking about the human made my mouth water. I could still smell her scent through the lingering odor of smoldering flesh. I wanted to lunge at her again, and suck her dry slurping her blood like I'd slurp an icy, but soon the blood lust would all go away. Soon everything would go away. I wouldn't blame her if she did kill me after all I did come here to kill her.

Two sets of hand captured my wrists. One soft biting into my skin drawing blood. The other one hard, and callus drawing small circles over my veins. For just a moment I was warmed by the callus hands, comforted even, but just as quickly the feeling was gone, and my limbs suddenly burned with searing pain again. My chest heaved with pressure as if thousand pound weight was crushing down each of my bones. Someone was screaming. It was probably me. I couldn't have controlled my self even if I wanted to. Agony! I want it to end now. I was being torn apart. My arm was being ripped from its socket now. My bones were shattering, and ribs were stabbing into my lungs. Blood was pouring out of my ears, mouth, and nose.

I want my blood to stop soaking my clothes. I want my body to stop convulsing. I want to walk away from this, from the hurt, and the pain, and eternity, but I never do get what I want. If I did I wouldn't be dying, and Diego would still be alive. I'd never been religious, but for the first time I prayed. I prayed that if there was a god he'd forgive me. I prayed that if there was a heaven Diego had gone there. I prayed freaky Fred got away. Hope he used his special powers to go unnoticed. Hoped that he was probably sitting there in Montreal waiting for me. Good thing the waiting limit he gave me only lasted a day. He could run, run far away, and save himself. He could see the world, and live whatever life a vampire could live, and maybe be happy . A new regret blossomed inside my head as stupid as it sounds. There was one thing I'd never got a chance to do, and I was pissed. I would never get to see Niagara falls. Damn. That was my last thought before I died.