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 I'd come up with several depictions of how I would die-perhaps I would be beheaded by the blade of a fellow warrior, or hit with a ninja star in the temple--but even after searching through all the possibilities, I would not have imagined it like this. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. I stared back with hatred. Who did he think he was, trying to win the heart of the finest warrior in Forks? Surely it was a good way to die, fighting to end the person who had caused me so much misery. It was an honorable thing, something I was proud of. I knew that if I'd