I'd never given much thought to how I would die.

Death, to me, was a constant presence, lurking behind the shadows, waiting for that one perfect, opportune moment to strike.

Death had followed me around for most of my life. They say love is patient, love is kind. Ninety nine point five percent of the time, death is exactly the opposite of that.

The other point five of the time? You have a vampire that is also an invisible spirit acting as your guardian angel.

Being around Robert meant that I've come face to face with death on at least three accounts. But they say if three is an unlucky number, then four is your worst nightmare.

Eyes so cold and black as the night sky stared me down, trying to invoke fear into my body. I tried to ignore the fear that flared up in the pit of my stomach, concentrating on staring back with my own blue eyes. I couldn't move away, couldn't look away.

"Shall I tell the tale?" Aro's words ricocheted off the walls, his voice causing the hair on my arms to stand up.

His eyes flickered from mine to the person standing next to me, whose ice cold hand was firmly wrapped around my own.

"Or shall it be you to tell her your tale of deceit?" A wicked smile grew across Aro's face as Robert turned to look at me, sorrow in his eyes.