Running. That's all she's ever done. She was a rare creature. She wasn't a werewolf, or a vampire. She was so much more, hence the reason the Volturi were hunting her down. She had been running for 5 days nonstop. Only one hunter on her tail. A pale blonde man, who goes by the name Carlisle. This was before he fed off the blood of animals. This was when he was still a Volturi. He had wanted to prove himself to the strong family that represents royalty. He only saw fit of hunting down the Legend. He knew her whereabouts due to his friendship he had with her when he was still human.

"You can't run forever!!!" Carlisle shouts, chasing after the red haired Legend. She ignored his shouts, focusing on her traveling route. She's been to this land before. This is where she first killed. This is where she had stayed during her dark times.

"You can't run forever Cait!" She hears someone yell happily. She closes her eyes, willing them to make her forget.

"I can't stop!" She yells, hoping to make Carlisle stop this foolish chase, and hoping the little voice would just disappear. "I promised!"

"You don't have to run anymore!" She hears both Carlisle and the voice plead. "I've changed. I've stopped!"

"No you haven't!" She yells over her shoulder, not noticing the cliff up ahead. Or maybe she did, but she just wanted to end it. "Neither of us have stopped. We can't stop."

"Please. Please." She hears them both plead as she stops at the edge of the cliff, Carlisle already knowing what she was planning.

"Please... Find her and apologize for me..." The Legend sobs. Carlisle doesn't do anything. He knows that if he moves, she will fall. "Goodbye... Dearest friend..."

"Caitlin!!!" She hears two voices shriek as she falls back into the ice cold water, accepting her fate.