Guilt rolled inside me as Edward drove me to the boundary line. I felt extremely guilty – and selfish – for ruining his morning with – there's no way to avoid this – Jacob issues. Although he didn't show it, I could tell by his stiff posture that he wasn't happy.
But I wasn't guilty enough to say, "I changed my mind, let's go back."
I needed to sort out the problems with Jacob. I knew he isn't sitting in his homemade garage, working on an old dirt bike, but surely, if I let Sam know, Jake would be able to hear it. Wolf thing, as he had once worded it.
Wordlessly, Edward stopped the car a few meters away from the line. He gave me a phone – for easy contact, then pulled me into his chest, and kissed me passionately.
"I love you," he whispered, his velvet voice low and rough. "Take care of yourself."
Way to kill the moment. "Werewolves are not dangerous." I mumbled my head still light from the kiss. After getting out of the car, I slammed the door a little harder than I usually did, and then stomped towards La Push without looking back.
As I walked, I felt something was very wrong. Not even one wolf was patrolling the area. How strange.
Ignoring the feeling, I kept walking; I was probably overreacting, as usual.
A tall figure came into sight. A wave of relief washed over me; I was beginning to question whether coming here today was the right time. As the figure came closer, I realized that it was Paul.
"Paul!" I called, wanting to catch his attention.
He stopped.. "Bella?" his voice indicated that he wasn't happy about seeing me. In fact, he seemed angry that I was even here. I was suddenly reminded of the time when Paul had lost control. The big gray wolf – growling and bearing his teeth – appeared in my mind. I shivered. Then I shook it off. You need to get yourself together, I told myself. Just don't make Paul angry, and ask for Sam.
"That's me," I joked half heartedly trying to lighten up the atmosphere.
But clearly that was the wrong thing to say; his clenched fists started shaking. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I w-wanted to see Sam," I said. Emily's scarred face played in my mind. "But if it's bad time I can come back…" I added quickly, hoping his hands would stop its vibrations.
"Why don't you just leave us alone, now that you've got your vampires back?" He spat. "Leave Jake alone, he obvious doesn't want to hear from you."
"But-" I couldn't finish my sentence; my throat was clogged up with fear as Paul seemed to fall forward, vibrating violently. Halfway to the ground, there was a loud ripping noise, and he exploded. Dark silver fur blew out from him, coalescing into a shape more than five-times his size – a massive, crouched shape, ready to spring.
He was bigger than I remembered. The wolf's muzzle wrinkled back over his teeth, and a growl rolled through his colossal chest. His dark, enraged eyes focused on me.
Then his soft hair caressed my skin as his claws caused pain, more and more pain. I was glad when everything began to fade.
"I love you Edward." was my last thought.
I sat there, motionless. For once, I did not care about blowing the covers. I was barely in control of myself. Breathe, Edward. I thought.
I chucked without humor. "Because technically, we don't need to breathe."
"You-" Bella began, but I didn't let her finish her sentence.
"No, no, you promised." I laughed lightly, putting my finger lightly onto her lips.
So it comes to this? It comes to the point I cannot think, or do anything without being reminded of my loss. Constantly reminded of the monster I am.
You know what to do, I told myself. The choice was clear from that moment anyways.
I'm coming, my love.
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