** I do not claim any right to the Twilight Series nor am I trying to steal anything of Stephanie Meyer. This Story is simply how I think BD should have ended. The beginning of this story is and excerpt from Stephanie Meyers version of Breaking Dawn**
He pushed her dead heart faster then I had.
"She's not dead," Edward growled. "She's going to be fine."
I wasn't sure he was talking to me anymore.
Turning away, leaving him with his dead, I walked slowly to the door. So slowly. I couldn't make my feet move faster.
This was it, then. The ocean of pain. The other shore so far away across the boiling water that I couldn't imagine it, much less see it.
I felt empty again, now that I'd lost my purpose. Saving Bella had been my fight for so long now. And she wouldn't be saved. She'd willingly sacrificed herself to be torn apart by that monster's young, and so the fight was lost. It was all over.
I shuddered at the sound coming from behind me as I plodded down the stairs―the sound of a dead heart being forced to thud.
I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain. To burn away the images left from Bella's final minutes. I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that―the screaming, the bleeding, the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monster tore her from the inside out...
I wanted to sprint away, to take the stairs ten at a time and race out the door, but my feet were heavy as iron and my body more tired then it had ever been before. I shuffled down the stairs like a crippled old man.
I rested on the bottom step, gathering my strength to get out the door.
Rosalie was on the clean end of the white sofa, her back to me, cooing and murmuring to the blanket-wrapped thing in her arms. She must have heard me pause, but she ignored me, caught up in the moment of stolen motherhood. Maybe she would be happy now, and Bella would never have come to take the creature from her. I wondered if that's what the poisonous blonde had been hoping for all along.
She held something dark in her hands, and there was a greedy sucking sound coming from the tiny murderer she held.
The scent of blood in the air. Human blood. Rosalie was feeding it. Of course it would want blood. What else would you feed that would brutally mutilate its own mother? It might has well have been drinking Bella's blood. Maybe it was.
My strength came back to me as I listened to the sound of the little executioner feeding.
Strength and hate and heat―red heat washing through my head, burning but erasing nothing. The images in my head were fuel, building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed. I felt the tremors rock me from head to toe, and I did not try to stop them.
Rosalie was totally absorbed in the creature. paying no attention to me at all. She wouldn't be quick enough to stop me, distracted as she was.
Sam had been right. The thing was an aberration―it's existence went against nature. A black, soulless demon that had no right to be.
Something that had to be destroyed.
It seemed like the pull had not been leading to the door after all. I could feel it now, encouraging me, tugging me forward. Pushing me to finish this, to cleanse the world of this abomination.
Rosalie would try to kill me when the creature was dead, and I would fight back. I wasn't sure if I would have to time to finish her before the others came to help. Maybe, maybe not. I didn't care much either way.
I didn't care much if the wolves, either set, avenged me or called the Cullens' justice fair. None of that mattered. All I cared about was my own justice. My revenge. The thing that had killed Bella would not live a minute longer.
If Bella'd survived, she would have hated me for this. She would have wanted to kill me personally.
But I didn't care. She didn't care what she had done to me.― letting herself be slaughtered like an animal. Why should I take her feelings into account?
And then there was Edward. He must be too busy now― too far gone in his insane denial, trying to reanimate a corpse―to listen to my plans.
So I wouldn't get the chance to keep my promise to him, unless― and it was not a wager I'd put money on―I managed to win the fight against Rosalie, Jasper and Alice, three on one. But even if I did win, I didn't think I had it in me to kill Edward.
Because I didn't have enough compassion for that. Why should I let him get away from what he'd done? Wouldn't it be more fair―more satisfying―to let him live with nothing, nothing at all?
It made me almost smile, as filled with hate as I was, to imagine it. No Bella. No killer spawn. And also missing as many members of his family as I was able to take down. Of course, he could probably put those back together since I wouldn't be around to burn them. Unlike Bella, who would never be whole again.
I wondered if the creature could be put back together. I doubted it. It was part Bella too― so it must have inherited some of her vulnerability. I could hear that in the tiny, thrumming beat of its heart.
It's heart was beating. Hers wasn't.
Only a second had passed as I made these easy decisions.
The trembling was getting tighter and faster. I coiled myself, preparing to spring at the blond vampire and rip the murderous thing from her arms with my teeth.
Rosalie cooed at the creature again, setting the empty metal bottle-thing aside and lifting the creature in the air to nuzzle her face against its cheek.
Perfect. The new position was perfect for my strike. I leaned forward and felt the heat begin to change me while the pull toward the killer grew―it was stronger than I'd ever felt before, so strong it reminded me of an Alpha's command, like it would crush me if I didn't obey.
This time, I wanted to obey.
The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, it's gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be.
**Stephanie Meyer's end to Book Two of Breaking Dawn Ends here.**
That second was all I needed to feel my lips curl back and bare my teeth. I didn't register the sound of a door opening above me, but the sudden scent that saturated the already repulsive air froze me. My head turned slowly to the source.
His crimson lips were stained with blood. I saw trails on either side of his mouth from where Bella's blood had begun to dry. He didn't seem to be out of his delusional stupor...But I could feel that heat that pulled me to the little monster, shift a little to him.
Maybe I was wrong and killing him would have been the best course of action. The way he looked was...relieved. My eyes flared. I felt my vision cloud in a haze of red. His eyes stared down at me with a blank look, then he shifted towards the creature and those golden brown eyes softened.
That did it.
"ROSE!" Edward roared, his eyes on me for the briefest second. " Get her out of here!"
Blondie understood in the same second, whipping past me in a blur for the front door. My eyes followed her like a hawk to mouse. Looking away was a mistake, I heard something make a thudding sound...and then I heard a snap against the wind. Before I knew it, I was crushed into the tile, Edward's palms flat on my throat, cutting off my breathing. I felt like he had numbed me with ice.
"That's enough Jacob!" Edward snarled from above me. He was kneeling down on my stomach. I tried to get up, but he snapped me hard against the tile. I felt my skull crack.
"I'll kill you," My voice came out a hiss. I vice gripped his wrists, letting my nails sink into his stone skin. I wanted to crush him...I wanted him to feel this. And the tightest I could go, made a difference. All the strength I used, pried his hands loose. Half a foot above me was enough time. I released him.
Pulling my arm back against the tile, I punched him across the face. Every single bone in my hand broke. Now I knew what Bella felt like the day of our first kiss. My skin had torn and blood ran freely down. But I didn't care.
He recoiled, but recovered fast, already off of me in his hunter's crouch. I leaped to my feet and felt a feral snarl ripping at my throat. Beyond me, I heard the frantic thudding of a heart, a racing beat. A changing heart.
Relief swept through me. Bella was alive.
And pain stung me. My eyes widened as I looked into Edward's face.
He didn't say anything. He kept his wary stare on my eyes. He knew what was coming. His stagger went back a step as Alice and Jasper came to the fray on either side of him. Jasper was on my left. Alice on my right.
Funny. This adrenaline to kill was meant for the baby. And they were all willing to die for it now that Bella was changing into one of them. This was it...
Even amongst all the hateful, burning emotions. I could feel the truth bubbling to the surface. It was over. She had chosen him. My Bella would never come back. Never blush, never love me...even if it wasn't enough.
Fire raged down my spine and had me curving my back forward for a second. Tight spasms ran rampant down my arms and legs. Heat welled up inside me. I threw my paws down on the floor, scratching the tile ferociously. I stretched my back out with one rolling extension and stood form.
Red. That's all my vision had taken. Other then the sharp intake of disgusting vampire stench, these three were my prey...I was looking down on them like they were insects.
Insects that killed Isabella Swan.
I snapped at Jasper first. He didn't recoil, only went back a step, lowered into a hunting crouch. Simultaneously, Edward and Alice did the same. Alice. His mate. I couldn't read their minds, but I knew what was coming. In that split second I knew that a Vampire's mate was his weakness. and Alice was Jasper's.
"ALICE! MOVE BACK!" Edward roared shifting his body towards her in a protective stance
I got on my hind legs and swiped at both of them as hard as I could. She leaned back, but my claw caught her sleeve. That was enough. I ripped her from me. Her heavy body slammed against the wall where I heard something shatter. Edward dodged in time. He was distracted. He was a black and white blur, straight at Alice's side.
But the next thing I knew, something sent a shiver down my fur. I felt something climb on my left shoulder blade. Something cold. Instantly, I dropped down and leaned my head around to bite it. He was smart. His legs locked around my waist where I couldn't reach him. My crimson gaze took him in for the second that counted for everything.
I saw the glint of silver before he plunged it into my stomach and pull upward roughly, twisting whatever blade he held in his hand. I howled in pain, feeling warm blood gush out and wet my fur with its contents. My body writhed automatically, and he didn't bother clutching on. He landed against the stairs on his back where I was no longer able to look on him. I whimpered. The intense pain sent shooting, fiery spasms up my body. This wasn't normal pain, there was something on that damned blade. I felt nothing in my body try to heal me..I was going to die.
Seth called out to me. Far away.
Seth, wait in the forest.
Before I heard his protest, I felt my eyes lock with golden brown. Edward was helping Alice gingerly to her feet. They were prepared for the fight. Ready for it. But I saw something dead in Edward's face.
Hatred seared at me. But my left hind leg was trembling under the weight of the wound that kept burning.
I'd die...and I'd never see her again.
What compelled me to turn around on those parasite faces. I didn't know right then. What I did know was that I launched myself through the closed door, knocking it off its hinges. The jump clearly did nothing good for the wound as I touched down on grass and started running again. Each leap I took sent a new wave of pain down my right hand where the bones were broken, and down my abdomen where my flesh had ripped.
I ignored the pain. The predator in me was quelling. I kept running until I was out of the Cullens territory and still in the forest. The trees were familiar to me, but I was too dazed to tell where I was. I looked behind me and saw spots of blood on the rocks and the trees. At least they knew where I went...but there was no smell. I had no pursuit.
"Ugh," The groan that escaped me was human. Heat flooded out of my body and I felt my legs and arms stretched out. I didn't even stand, I just collapsed against cool rock and felt blood continue to ooze under my boiling skin. I reached down and winched horribly.
The wound was pretty bad.
My skin had been torn open in a long, half foot long deep gash that ran up my stomach to the end of my chest. I felt a few hinges of blood-wet flesh still knitted together, but as I touched the hinges, I noted that it was all too easy to touch inside my stomach. It was that deep. That's why the blood was so thick.
This was a badly done gorey scene from a movie. But it was real.
I groaned and rolled onto my left side. Where I was, there was a massive puddle of fresh blood. I ignored the sight of it and looked down at the wound for myself. Nothing was healing...nothing was calming down. The bones in my hand had already healed nicely, so what was wrong with this stupid thing?
I coughed up something that welled in my throat. Instantly my forehead went against the rock and I felt splats of blood release from my mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Jake,"
The voice had me alert, but I wasn't ready to fight. I looked up to see Leah stop infront of me. She knelt down and turned me over. I felt her warm hands pull me onto her lap where she had her arm under my back, supporting my shoulder.
"S'not...so bad," I mumbled. My voice was hoarse. It cracked.
"Just very bad," said Leah. She placed her hand on the side of my chest where there wasn't a gaping hole. " Let's go back to the rez, we'll get you to the hospital."
"Like ...hell," I replied, trying to get out of her grip. She saw that and tightened her hold on my shoulder. "If anyone's...going back...its you."
"Don't be stupid," Her voice became thick, hard. Was she really going to get bossy with me now?
"You're going to...go back...Leah," It wasn't a command. It was a request. Couldn't she hear that? "You hear me? You're going to take Seth and your going to go back to Sam...You're going to tell him what happened."
"Jake, for God's sake. I'm not leaving you here to die,"
"I'm not going to die here," I assured her. She clucked her tongue impatiently. I swallowed. It was harder to speak. My throat was constricted with the friction of blood that wanted to release. " I'm not...I'm asking you to do something for me... I need you to go to my house, stay human. Get my car keys from Billy... Just tell him I'm coming back, he'll believe anything you say from there...Take the Rabbit...and bring it back here."
Her eyed widened in fear as I looked at the silver glint of her eyes. Fear was in her voice. " What're you planning to do, Jake?"
I considered her for the longest moment. My breathing became ragged and labored. If this really was my last hour, I wanted to cherish it. Bella had no way of cherishing her last moments, because she was in pain...constant pain like I was right now. In this moment, I felt connected to her more then I ever would.
"I'm going to destroy that filthy bloodsucker," She winced, but I ignored it, my voice became stronger with what I was saying. " and everything he loves."
"Jake...You're in no condition to fi-"
Again, I ignored her. " Get Seth to bring me some bandages. I can manage that. Loss of blood is a stupid way to go."
"You're not going to die, we're going to-"
"Leah, please!" My voice cracked again. I felt something sting my eyes. " Please just listen to me! For once in your life, listen to me! I need you! He can hear us right now. He can hear our thoughts. I want him too. I want him to know this pain and this hurt!"
Her eyes narrowed at me, but I saw concern burning inside them. She wouldn't cry for me. No one would cry. The girl who would shed a single tear was unable to now.
She gently set me down against the cool rock again. Automatically my arm curled over the wound. It screamed in protest at the simple weight added to it, but quickly calmed. I looked up at her dark eyes, surveying me with concern again. I mouthed a silent thank you and closed my eyes. The sounds of her running away from me, out of the trees soon faded.
I was alone again...with my thoughts seething...ready...prepared for the internal war that I was about to unleash upon that parasite.