[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] I am wishing all of you a happy new year. Today's update is the last chapter for this story. Thank you for taking the time to read and support it. Without your love for my writing I wouldn't be here.

27

"You went to town? All alone? Where humans could see you?" Isabella's voice reached a higher octave with every sentence she spoke. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I had worried her.

"Nothing happened." I tried to calm Isabella. "I just went for a bit of window shopping and look..." I placed the box on the table. "I got you a present."

Her eyes got big. She opened the box and held up the blue dress. "This is beautiful. But I can't wear it."

I raised my eyebrows. I had seen her wearing the dress. She would look magnificent in it. Why was she being so stubborn now?

"You can. At least try it on once. Will you?" I fluttered my lashes at her. "For me?"

I unbuttoned her black dress and helped her to put on the blue one. The silk was smooth. It still had the faint hint of the human hands that had touched it. I kissed Isabella's shoulder and pushed her hair to the side to close the dress.

"Lovely. You look so beautiful in blue. I knew you would be." My mouth curled into a proud smile. "It is time to stop with the never ending black."

"I am used to wearing black." Isabella told me. "It was a natural consequence for my role as a widow. I feel naked when I am wearing something else besides black."

I bend forward to touch my lips against her throat. "I would like to see you in blues. Blue is your color." I kissed her chin. "It looks lovely with your complexion."

Isabella turned around. I knew she was trying to not like the dress when in truth she did. It suited her perfectly.

"Thank you." She whispered. "Thank you for my gift." Isabella smiled and cupped my face between her hands to plant a kiss on my lips. "Thank you, my dear."

I leaned my head against her shoulder. "I love you." My nose rubbed against Isabella's collarbone. "I will always love you."

"I waited so long to find you." Isabella's lips touched mine. "I am so happy to finally have my mate."

Someone giggled. The sound was followed by the wooden door of the cottage being smashed. I growled and wrapped my arms protectively around Isabella's waist when three figures entered the room.

"Cozy, isn't it?" The voice of the red-haired woman was too shrill. It was an overly sweet voice that reminded me of an adult who was trying to speak like a child. "James, can we get this over with quickly?"

The black guy behind her purred softly. He was tall, and the red of his eyes was bright against his dark skin. "Victoria, my dear, patience, you need to have more patience."

James ducked his head. "Alice, Isabella, may I introduce my coven to you?"

"You may take your…coven and leave this house the same way you came in." I snarled. "Why are you even here?"

"He's here for me." Isabella mumbled. She stepped closer to James and held up her hands. Light fog appeared. A moment later it clouded me and Isabella beneath it. "You can't even touch us, moron."

"James, do something." The redhead purred in frustration. "Laurent, why didn't you two tell me one of them is a shield?"

Laurent, the black guy stepped closer to the woman. "Patience, my dear Victoria, it's all about being patient. Isabella can't hold that shield forever. We just wait."

A vision triggered my mind. I could see Victoria bending over James' cracked skull. In my mind, it resembled the head of a broken porcelain doll. Then, there was fire in my vision. The flames left a sweetly stench behind.

"Leave, if you'd like to stay alive."

"Alive?" James laughed loudly. "I haven't been alive in a long time, dearie. You are such a fierce thing. I will forever regret not sucking more of your blood."

I pushed him. I pushed him so hard the table behind him broke into several pieces. "Go away now! The game is over! You lost. You waited too long to bite me." I threw my fist against his jaw. "You missed your chance."

James stared at me with crimson eyes. They were the same eyes that had followed me around for months. The eyes, that haunted me in my worst nightmares, torturing me. Hatred flashed through me. I grabbed James around his throat and pulled. His skin cracked. I didn't stop. I pushed off Victoria when she tried to grab my shoulders to pull me away from him. I wanted to kill him. Or whatever it was I could do to him to end his existence. What if he killed another woman? Isabella dropped her hands. I could hear the air vibrating when her shield vanished completely.

"Alice, love, you need to stop. You will kill him."

With a loud crack, I managed to disconnect James' head from his shoulders. The body was hard. It was like holding breakable marble in my hands. I shuddered. What had I done?

"Laurent, do something!" Victoria screamed. "Do something!"

The man grabbed her by the shoulders. "Let's go. You don't mess with newborns. Isabella, hold your mate under control. We are leaving."

He lifted Victoria over his shoulder. She kicked her feet against his chest and screamed. Laurent ignored her protests.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" I called out. James' body was still lying motionless on the floor. It was nothing like in my vision. The feeling of relief wasn't present. Instead, I felt guilt. James was a monster, but he had been a feeling creature too. I watched how Isabella carried the corpse outside.

"Help me to set it on fire." She demanded. "We have to burn the pieces and then we will never speak of this again."

We stacked dried wood on top of him. Only a few moments later, purplish smoke rose up to the sky. My monster was gone forever now. Maybe, just maybe, I had just turned into one myself…