11. Epilogue

Bella's Diary

Dear Diary,

Well, I can't say that life has been boring. I can't even say that it's been bad, really. I mean, there have been really shitty parts, especially where vampires are concerned. But mostly, they have brought joy to my life.

After I lost my virginity to a vampire which I love, we moved. And yes, we as in Edward and the rest of the Cullens, even Rosalie. It still surprises me that she agreed to go on tour with us. Still, she has been warming up to me and me to her so we actually have a mutual relationship thing going on now. Oh, and I'm a vampire.

Yeah, yeah, I know, Edward didn't like it, at first anyway. He complained the whole time until I actually Changed and he could see what I had become. It was his venom I used and I can't say it would have preferred anyone else's.

I consider myself beautiful now. My hair has become thicker, my skin even paler (yes, it was possible). My body is much more filled out now, something that I am sure Edward enjoys. It's not as though there aren't plenty of opportunities for him to. Sex is so much easier now that he doesn't have to risk killing me now and quite frankly, more enjoyable, more intense.

As Eliza suspected in my human life, life which I can remember extraordinarily well for a vampire, I am a shield. No one can enter my mind and if they do, their powers' only bounce back on them, something which is very handy when that Volturi bitch Jane is involved.

There are two setbacks, one which I will admit is rather selfish. After this tour, the Fallen Angels has to break. Too many questions from the media on my apparent 'make over' were almost too much. If we never age and the media picks up on it, we're well and truly screwed. When I first heard that we had to stop, I kicked and screamed. The Fallen Angels had been my saviour, not just the people in it, though they definitely helped. Music soothed me and it still does. Maybe I can learn guitar or something.

The other thing that's really annoying about being a vampire is the eyes. Stupid, newborn, blood-red eyes. I've inspected them each day and there's still only the slightest amount of change into the golden topaz hue that Edward's eyes so beautifully held. But the one time I brought it up with Edward, he laughed at me and just shook his head at my patience, or lack of thereof. So no, I don't think I'll ask him again.

And also, this may come as a painful shock, Diary, but I am leaving you too. You're almost full, we're on you last page as it is, and no, I'm not cheating on you with another one. You saved me too, you know, just as much as music and vampires. You allowed me to release the stopper on my feelings and just spill onto you pages. You listened to me. You held me with your pages. But I can honestly say I don't need you. I have Edward.

So this will be our last greeting, our final words, before I pack you away in a box. We're just packing up from Las Vegas now, and our next destination will be our final stop: Forks.

Goodbye forever I guess. Au revior. Vale. (See, I speak Latin now)

Bella Swan