I did warn that this was short. This is the last upload. Sorry ;)

This is violent and extreme and nothing like I've ever written before.

These aren't our usual Edward and Bella. Please keep that in mind as this unfolds.

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Part B was always going to be tricky, and a risk.

Get it right and we could walk away relatively clean. Get it wrong and neither of us would be able to show our faces in Forks ever again. Possibly the whole of Washington and maybe even the continental US.

We'd be hunted for the murderers we truly were about to become.

"Stay alert," I remind her as she readies herself to play the riskiest part of her role.

She nods but is holding her breath to protect the innocent. Then she simply strolls out from behind the trees and walks at a normal human pace right across the entrance road to the reservation.

There are two men in a small hut right inside the front gate and they clock her presence fast. Neither is too concerned. When she has reached the trees on the other side she turns around and walks right across the entrance road in the other direction. The two men are now a little more interested.

When she crosses for the fourth time they are intrigued enough to make a call to the building we'd both hoped contained the boss.

The conversation is brief but we've achieved our first goal.

The boss is sending someone familiar with Bella's picture to identify her.

Still she walked, back and forth across the entrance road.

Each time she came to me I gave her updates on what was happening inside the entrance. Still she walked. Back and forth.

When a third man joins the two in the hut he quickly identifies my mate as the one they've been hunting. This makes me so angry but we are so close to finishing this that I tamp it down within myself.

He tells the other two men to go away. To go to their homes, that he'll sort this out himself.

Neither of the innocent men has anything to do with the business of making and selling drugs so I stand stock still as they make a run from the hut. Bella, who we'd agreed would take her cues from me, turned her eyes to mine. I shake my head in an exaggerated way so she knows that it's okay to let them go.

The next time she comes to me I tell her that she's been recognised and she should prepare for the next part in the plan. She nods, kisses me lightly on the cheek and walks out of the trees for the last time.

I watch as she approaches the gate and simply stands in the middle, her hands resting on its steel beam. As predicted the man who'd been sent to identify her joins her at the gate after making brief call to his 'boss'.

I grin when I hear that he's been asked to keep her talking until the boss himself can regroup and finish this once and for all.

"Can I help you?" he asks her genially.

"Don't think so," she says pleasantly.

"What business do you have here then?" he asks, fingering the pistol at his hip so she can see it clearly.

"I'll wait until your boss arrives to discuss it," she grins, angering the man to no end.

"Oh he's comin'," he grins right back.

When I hear the thoughts of the approaching 'boss' I prepare myself for her reaction and for what I need to do next. I slip out of the trees and casually join my mate at the gate. "Hi there," I announce once I'm beside her.

She ignores me as I'd hoped. I simply stand beside her and wait.

The human is agitated now. He's not sure if he's a good enough or quick enough shot to take us both down if he's required to, but he's willing to go for her first if it's all he can achieve.

My skin prickles with rage at his thoughts but I steel myself to show nothing on my face.

Bella gasps audibly as the boss comes within sight.

"You bastard," she hisses lowly. But not low enough that the man in front of her doesn't hear it.

He says nothing though, he just waits for his boss to arrive and give instructions. The two men from the hut are long gone, just as we'd hoped.

"Lovely to see you again, Bells," the boss says smugly as he takes a pistol from his pocket and levels it directly at my head. "Such a shame you had to bring a friend along for this visit."

Bella is losing control quickly. I can see her trembling as the rage of realisation hits her. "Friend," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You were my friend once."

"It's nothing personal," the boss grins. "Its business, Bells. That's all."

"He was your father's best friend," she growls.

"Its business," he sighs, frustrated that she doesn't get it. "Now, we're going to take a little walk and we'll sort this out once and for all."

I read his intentions in his thoughts as he prepares himself to pull the trigger. There was to be no walk for either of us. He wanted us dead where we stood.

The short, sharp whistle that leaves my lips is all Bella is waiting for and within a single heartbeat she's reached out and snapped the neck of the goon who stands beside the boss.

In the same heartbeat I've leapt the gate, knocked the gun from the boss' hand and have him immobilised and under my foot in much the same way I'd kept the innocent down before. A simple knock to the head was all that was needed.

I pick up the prone piece of human waste at my feet, sling him over my shoulder, and jump back over the gate and start running as fast as I can. She's right beside me and as we turn sharply into the trees half a mile from the reservations boundary she puts on a burst of speed that sees her shoot by me.

She's waiting for me as I approach at the designated spot we'd agreed upon earlier. She's pacing a line back and forth between two trees and I can see the silvery sheen of venom on her lips.

I let the boss fall at my feet before taking her in my arms and kissing her soundly. She calms a little but there is so much rage inside her I know she's going to do exactly as she planned. There would be no talking her out of this now.

"Who is he?" I ask as I step away.

"Jacob Black. Billy Blacks son," she growls.

"You were friends as children?" I deduce and she's nodding before I've finished speaking.

"Oh yes," she seethes as she begins to walk a circle around him. "Good friends too. Him and his sisters. Every time I was here for the holidays I spent my time with them."

"Are you sure about this next bit?" I ask, though I know she is before she confirms it for me out loud. "Then go. Run. I won't be far behind you."

She mouths thank you and I know what for. She desperately wants to be the one to deliver him to our chosen spot but her bloodlust won't let her. She's thanking me for being able to do it for her.

I run for exactly two hours. The only stops I make are to hit Jacob upside the head and keep him compliant. When he rouses he begs for me to let him go. I say nothing. I just hit him and keep running.

When I reach the end of Graves Creek Trailhead I veer a little southeast and run for another twenty minutes until I can smell her scent. I follow it and range my hearing out around me as I run. There's nothing and nobody and there hasn't been a human in the area for years. It's perfect. Far enough away that his screams won't be heard by anyone.

She gives me a magnificent smile as I approach. I let my payload fall to the forest floor and then I take her in my arms. I kiss her long and hard. She's relieved to see me she tells me as she runs her hands over my chest and arms. She'd been nervous about finding the right spot as we'd not had time to scout it out prior.

"This place is perfect," I tell her as I walk a perimeter. "The last human scent was laid here years ago," I tell her so she'll calm a little more. "There's nobody for twenty miles in any direction and I'll hear anyone approaching from two miles out. We'll do it here."

"I've hunted," she tells me as she approaches the human stain. "I can do this."

"Don't swallow," I remind her. "If you do you'll kill him long before you want to."

"A dozen bites," she says but I know it's not for my benefit. "Bite but don't swallow."

I step away carefully. I'd warned her I would when the time came so she ignored my movements and continued to circle the human at her feet. I keep retreating and find a good, high branch from which to observe.

I wonder what she's waiting for, what is running through her brain, but without warning she strikes.

Wrists, ankles, thighs, the meaty flesh over his hips. Just as I had done to her she does to him. She's hissing as her lips leave his skin and spitting out wads of venom each time. She's being so careful not to swallow any of his blood and I'm so, so proud of her.

"I can't get any more into him," she says after a few minutes.

"Smell him," I instruct, as Carlisle had instructed me.

"Like acid and venom," she tells me and I know then that she's succeeded as I had.

"Now we wait," I call down to her as she retreats. I jump down from my perch and tell her to hunt. She takes off without protest and I settle in to monitor his progress.

She hunts for a good long while but I'm not concerned. I'd felt the same.

An hour later I notice the change in his skin. It becomes a little lighter, more firm around his joints. The paunch he'd been carrying at his middle begins to recede and his hair fills out where he had been beginning to lose it. His lips begin to plump and he begins to thrash and moan.

His heart starts to race as she rejoins me. She sits beside me and we both watch, and relish, his whimpers and moans. He starts to scream another hour later. I keep listening for any other sounds around us but there is nothing, just the agonised screeches of the bastard in front of us.

She hunts once more that night but as his body changes so too does the scent of his blood. It becomes less rich and begins to take on an almost chemical smell. It is not at all appealing and Bella doesn't feel the craving for it she did at the start.

Sometime during the next morning he begins to beg. Beg for any relief from the agony of the burning inside him. Bella is quick to assure him that there was to be no relief.

She spends hours recounting to him all the times he'd been her friend and comparing the loss of his friendship to the loss she felt over her father. It's a loss she's happy to carry she tells me. He begs harder then. She denies him every time.

The whole time he burns she talks to him. She tells him every human memory of time spent with her father that she can recall. She describes it all so intricately that I feel as though I know him myself.

And through it all Jacob writhes and screams.

She feeds off the screaming by the end of the second day. The louder he screams the more emotional she becomes. She tells him of all the things her father was going to miss out on now. She describes her life with me, her new life filled with strength and love and happiness and how her father was never going to know now that she'd found a partner in this life.

And still he screams.

Halfway through the third day she changes tack. She begins to explain to him what she had been changed into. She tells him everything. About the thirst she suffers and about the extraordinary confusion she felt on that first day.

She tells him about the strength and the speed, the insatiable lust she feels for me and about all the new possibilities that have opened up for her since her change.

She makes her change sound worth it. She makes me believe that she is happier now than she'd ever been as a human. She makes me see that I haven't doomed her, but rather that I'd given her a gift.

His thoughts shift then. He stops begging for death and begins to relish the power he'd rise with. I inform her of this as we hunt far enough away that his new hearing won't detect us. She simply grins at me and nods. It's what we'd discussed and what she'd wanted. She wanted him hopeful.

And as his heart begins to falter she grins at me over his now cool body and takes my hand into hers. We stand over him, knowing the end of his human existence is coming close to ending, and we watch and listen as his heart stutters once, twice and finally for a third time.

He is still and quiet for a long time and as his thoughts and intentions come to me I squeeze her hand so she'll be ready.

He leaps to his feet, slips into an instinctual crouch, and leers at her through gritted teeth. "You stupid bitch," he hisses, "you've given me the strength to kill you anyway."

Without hesitation she lunges at him.

He flails, as yet unused to the new workings of his changed body, and within seconds she's wrenched his head from his shoulders. She throws it. Throws it away like an old toothbrush and then she stands over him and smiles.

She takes a lighter from her jeans pocket and sets his body alight. His head join the swirling, purple flamed pyre a moment later and then it is done. Truly done.

"I love you," she whispers between us as the smoke rises and rises.

"As I love you," I tell her as I put a hand to her shoulder.

"What's in Canada?" she asks as we begin to jog away.

"Our cousins, for want of a better term," I tell her as we speed up.

"And we'll live there for a bit?"

"As long as you wish, love."

"You'll shop for a ring right away?" she asks over her shoulder as she strides away from me easily.

I can't help but grin smugly. "Absolutely."

All but Alice are ecstatic to have us back when we arrive on the doorstep unannounced in Denali two days later. She is concerned as we are a day late but after Bella runs off to hunt alone my sister can see me and the outcome of what we'd done for herself. She runs through the visions that come flooding to her mind.

She is, of course, aghast. She'd known the plan all along but had hoped that we'd reconsider as it unfolded. We had not.

"I don't ever want to speak of it ever again," I tell her as the last of the vision plays out.

She says nothing, just folds me into a hug and holds me tightly. "No need to shop. Your mothers ring is in its box in your bedside cabinet," is all she says before she lets me go with a kiss to my cheek.

She darts back into the house and settles back into the armchair she'd been sharing with Jasper before our arrival.

I wait for my mate to return from the hunt and when she does she slips her hand into mine, I kiss her soundly and we go into the house together. Nobody asks where we went and why. Nobody wonders what we'd done or why. They just absorb us into the larger group and set about getting to know my mate.

We were married three days later.

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Maxi