*Spoiler Alert*

At 12:56 a.m., I saw Stephanie Meyer’s career go up in flames as one of my favorite vampire’s body was being burned in the background of a giant, bloodless battle. Tears slid down my face. I imagined viewers would run out of the theaters, led by me—the angriest twi-nerd out there.

Back up about four years. I was at the now-closed Borders on Ponce when Breaking Dawn, the novel, came out. Two friends and myself were dressed in costume, as every other fan would be for the midnight release of the novel. We weren’t dressed as vampires. Actually, I’m not quite sure what my costume was. I wore my thigh-high rainbow socks, a tutu and a T-shirt. I skipped the long line of people waiting for books; I had preordered mine. I stayed up until 4 a.m. because I couldn’t get enough of Meyer’s Breaking Dawn. The next day, after my teachers berated me for reading instead of paying attention in class, I was devastated. Stephanie Meyer had spent 738 pages and almost 72 hours of my life building up to … nothing. After three books detailing the tyranny of the Volturi, an evil clan of vampires, Meyer ended her book with peace. No fight; no epic battle between good and evil. If you looked up “anticlimactic” in a thesaurus, the Twilight series would be the first synonym.

Fast forward four years. I’m in line to buy snacks for the movie. As I’m checking out, the cashier notices Breaking Dawn, the book, in my hands.

“The movie ending is really different,” he says. “It’s crazy.”

I grimace, hoping whatever surprise the movie had in store for me wouldn’t be too awful. We take our seats, six rows away from the screen. After 15 minutes of commercials, at 11:15, it began. I’m smiling happily in my seat, watching as little Renesmee’s computerized face comes to life. Everything is going fine until 12:51 a.m., when a vicious duel between the Cullen coven and the Volturi breaks out, with Carlisle the first to die. Shortly thereafter, Jasper, Seth and Leah Clearwater die. After more characters fall down left and right, the despicable Aro dies, somewhat justifying the death of the others.

I should have been elated at this ending, but instead I was confused. When I read the book, this is exactly what I wanted to happen. Aro should die, and the Volturi should fall as well. But after seeing it play out, I decided Meyer’s ending was better—albeit less exciting—because the book’s ending is more satisfying if less dramatic. The couples live happily together while the cool new characters remain alive.

But then, the twist is revealed.

The mass killing spree was all one of Alice’s visions. Luckily, Aro agreed with me, in that an ending with his demise was less preferable than the alternative.

I’ll be the first to admit that the Twilight series isn’t the greatest. The language used in the novels is subpar, and the actors in the movie, are not the greatest. But, all in all, I thought that Breaking Dawn Part Two was a good way to finish the series. So, if you’re someone reluctantly agreeing to see Breaking Dawn with your friend, turn that frown upside down. You’re in for a pleasant surprise.