Author's Note: My masterpiece is complete, my friends. So thanks for all your wonderful reviews! And a special thanks to LaCalavera (Anne!), to whom this is dedicated to, for yelling at me about why I took so long to write this and for putting up with me every step of the way.

This is the Epilogue, the final chapter, and the true end to Emotional. Enjoy!

EPILOGUE

Dimitri stood in the shadows of the forest outside the Cullen house. In all of his two-hundred years, he had never felt so angry and lost. He'd watched Alice's demise and eventual burning with tortured calm, a fiery hatred growing in his heart towards the man who had once been her mate and so aptly destroyed her. She had been his beloved, his world. For nearly a year he had known she was his true soul mate, the one he had been destined to meet and love forever. But now, she was gone, nothing but a memory, merely a trick of Fate.

Watching the triumphantly happy couple in front of him waltz into the house consumed him with rage. He was alone now, and though he had been alone for many years before Alice, back then he had enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle. But now, having no one around to care for him left him feeling pointless and betrayed. He had become so used to having Alice in his life over these last few months that the life he faced now was lonely and foreign territory that he was unsure of plundering through. He wandered aimlessly through the forest for a few hours before he decided that there was more here for him at the time being then there was back in Italy.

So, for three weeks he stayed in the little town of Forks, watching the Cullens. He stole contacts from the pharmacy and clothing from a local tux shop one night and forced down a rabbit's blood for dinner. He visited the "funeral" of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen for a short while, mingling with the human invitees to find out what lies Mr. Swan and Co. had been fed to keep them quiet and eventually happy.

Upon seeing the girl's father and divorced wife weeping over their daughter's closed casket, where no body lay within, he wondered if any of these people would understand just why they were so lucky. Yet he also pitied them their loss, understanding theirs was equal to his, although less monumental. He watched Mr. Swan with interest, and came to the conclusion that his daughter was quite similar in appearance and mannerisms, a revelation that only spurred his further distaste for the family tradition. He caught a glimpse of Bella, high above in the trees, looking over her tearful funeral party, watched her look with pain at the people he understood she loved. And, in a tree next to her, Jasper stood, looking sympathetically at his mate, ignoring the goings on of the party below them. He caught her eye, and they smiled lovingly, reassuring each other before wordlessly heading off to the car that was waiting at the end of the long drive.

Dimitri took one step out of the shadows, remaining half-hidden and quite unseen by the guests, and smirked slyly. He'd had the perfect idea. "I'll be coming for you, soon, Miss Bella."

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