the younger swan

We stared without breathing across the long dance room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at bella, But Bellamy would not allow the hunter to touch his older sister. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone he loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. Bellamy knew that if they had never gone to Forks, they wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as he was, he couldn't bring himself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill them. Bellamy wasn't like his sister, he wasn't human.