Authors note: I don't own twilight, I just love the world.

So AP's are done and I have time now to update! This chapter is short but significant. I hope you like it. And don't forget to review – Music Manic 101

The street was crowded on this humid night. I could hear conversations in multiple languages, Portuguese, English, and Spanish. I could hear thoughts in those languages. But I wasn't interested in any of it. All these words, spoken or not, meant nothing to me. They were annoyingly human, and not immortal in any nature.

I've been in Brazil for two weeks. Two weeks and no leads on Victoria. I explored the Amazon for the first week, and found nothing except for some very angry panthers. The Amazon is big, but something told me by the seventh day that Victoria wasn't there. So I washed all traces of the rainforest off of me and went into the big city, Rio de Janeiro.

For the last week I have been walking around in the dark trying to find a glimpse of flaming red hair, or scarlet irises. But I found nothing, and I was about to give up. I found myself walking towards the airport. It was like fate wanted me to leave this place. My search was failing miserably, I might as well restart it somewhere else.

What would Victoria do? My thoughts were so focused on James that day, that I didn't get a good read on Victoria, and I was paying for that mistake now. Would she go back to Forks? I wondered if she had that vindictive nature in her. Would she want revenge? What would she do when she found out that there were no vampires left in Forks? Would she go after the one remaining connection to vampires in Forks? Would she attack ... her?

I shook my head. My thoughts were running away with me to a painful spot. I had to stop it from happening. Yet my thoughts were getting more painful with every day I spent away from her. I tried to rationalize with myself. If I went back, just to make sure she was okay, I would feel better. If I could just see her one more time, I would feel better. But I would lack the will power to leave her again. I knew that.

My phone rang in my pocket, disturbing my thoughts. The phone hasn't ringed in three months. Only my family has this number and they respected my privacy enough to only call me in an emergency.

I opened the phone; it was Rosalie calling.

"Hello" I said.

"Edward," She sounded frantic, which was unusual, "Did you hear from Alice?"

"No. Why? What's wrong? Is everybody okay?"

"Oh, the family is fine, we are in Denali right now. But, Edward I warned her, I told her that there was nothing she could do, that it was already too late. But she went anyway, 'Even if all I can do is comfort Charlie' she said."

Charlie? "Where did Alice go, Rosalie?"

"She went to Forks."

I was angry, I explicitly told Alice to stay away and she went back anyway. Did she want to hurt me? "Why the hell did Alice go back?" I asked Rosalie, each of my words were coated with anger.

Rosalie's voice was trembling, "E-Edward, she went back because off w-what she saw."

"Tell me Rose" Horror began to fill me.

"I-It was Bella," The name stung like a thousand needles to my heart, "Alice... Alice saw... Edward I'm sorry... Alice saw Bella jump f-from a cliff into the sea, and then disappear. She... she didn't resurface."

My world went black. I didn't notice the people moving past me on the sidewalk. I didn't even notice I was standing on the sidewalk. The lights of the building, streetlights, even the stars went black. My sky was just an opaque black sheet above me, with no moon, no stars, no source of light at all.

I barely noticed that I had hung up on Rose and leaned up against the nearest building. Nor did I notice that I dialed a new number, one that was so familiar to me, yet I hadn't called it in almost seven months. It was only when the phone reached my ear that I realized that I called Bella's house. Maybe, just maybe, she would answer the phone like always. Maybe Rosalie was wrong. I hoped that familiar voice would answer, and fill me with painful longing. I hoped.

My hopes were crushed. An unfamiliar, husky male voice answered the phone.

"Swan residence"

I couldn't ask for Bella, It would sound suspicious. "Is Charlie there?" I asked.

"He's not here," the voice answered, suddenly sounding menacing.

"Where is he?" I asked. If he was at work than everything was fine. If not...

"He's at the funeral." The voice said, and hung up.

Bella.

I stumbled in realization. The world without Bella was not worth living in. I couldn't stand a world without her. It already seemed a desolate place. I would join her, and the only way to do that was to go to Italy. I threw my phone in a trash can, and went to catch my last place ride, to meet my destiny, and my end.