I'd had more than my fair share of near death experiences, it wasn't something you ever really got used to.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kind of killers - the monsters, the enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
If it was someone you truly loved?
The russet-brown werewolf crouched before me, growling between its bared teeth. The stench was over-bearing in this small, cramped room yet I wasn't repulsed. This was Jacob… despite the situation, a small part of me longed to rush forward and give the beast a crushing hug, which I was very well capable of doing nowadays.
The sounds of the fight outside the house didn't seem to faze Jacob and I momentarily fretted over Edward… my husband… and the rest of my family. Then again, it wouldn't make me feel any better if it were Seth or Quil who died instead…
The Quiletes had learned Edward had bitten me. They had found out I was no longer mortal, no longer human. Sure that they could hold off the pack themselves and I, not wanting to fight my friends, stayed inside the house, supposedly safe from the violence.
No one had foreseen this. Edward would be insane with rage at himself when he found out. I should've guessed, though. Of course Jacob would see the pack's thoughts and know I was a vampire. Of course there would be a part of him that would want to come back and see for himself.
"Jacob…" I whispered hoarsely, my voice still surprising me with its grace. "Look, it doesn't have to be like this… Seth and Edward were good friends!" I pointed out desperately. "Why can't… we all…?" I broke off as another growl emerged from between his teeth.
I could protect myself. I knew that. I could easily knock him out of my way and run away. But I also knew I couldn't hurt Jacob. I'd already done that too much.
Suddenly we heard a roar from outside.
"BELLA!" Edward's roar was agonizing, enraged. Jacob and I turned back to meet eyes. We both knew he had heard Jacob. We both knew he was coming.
We both knew we had to do something, anything before he arrived.
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