Hey everyone…this is a sad story about 'what if-?'

Please review…I might write some more – not sure yet!

It's set in Breaking Dawn, the very end of Jacob's book.

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Jacobs POV

I had to destroy it.

The thing that had sucked the life out of Bella. Killed her.

I crouched low, overcome by a poisonous hatred for the monster. All my fury from the past months suddenly exploded out of me.

I was ready to attack – then I heard a scream of anguish from upstairs – Bella, dying because of the creature before me.

A fierce growl ripped through my throat – I felt my body shake violently.

Kill it – now.

With a roar, I leapt towards Rosalie and the thing – she was protecting it. I would get her first.

The sound of ripping clothes filled the air, and a smash as a crystal vase was knocked from the coffee table. I phased mid-air.

Rosalie screamed in horror. I swiped at the creature in her hands. Tearing, scratching…destroy the monster.

I growled, crazy with fury. Rosalie roared and arched herself over the baby, protecting it. She punched her fists at me. There was a sickening crunch as bone crumbled beneath her strength.

But I was too furious to think straight. I snarled, baring my teeth and lunged at her again.

Kill it.

Rosalie leapt up as I dove towards her, towards the monster. I felt my paws connect with skin. Not frozen skin. It's skin…I had it.

But a stabbing pain filled my side, to great to ignore. I howled, as she stabbed a shard of crystal through my side. She was a monster too. And she wanted a mini monster.

Then I heard it – the baby crying.

It wasn't even dead yet.

The blonde vampire lunged towards my throat, hands outstretched, spitting like an animal. I had never seen anything so terrifying. Her eyes were narrowed into slits and she had a look of pure evil on her face.

Like she was.

She had killed, murdered Bella for the creature. I rolled onto my side, howling in agony as the glass drove into me. I snapped at the baby's leg, it was on the couch, face down, wailing.

Probably wanted more blood.

My teeth scraped its leg.

Kill it NOW.

Then it turned. I saw it for the first time. The baby.

And that's when it happened.

The feeling.

Warming, like someone had poured a hot liquid down my throat. It filled my up, spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes.

And I looked at the child on the couch and understood.

My reason for living. A million steel strings tying me to Earth. The key to my heart. My soul completed.

My Renesmee.

Then I saw the damage I'd done.

My jaws slackened, I stepped back. My head spun, I felt sick. My legs buckled beneath me. I tried to suck air into my lungs, deep gasps of oxygen.

I backed away slowly…'What had I done?'

The baby…Rosalie…the broken vase…the blood.

I was suddenly overcome by an undeniable, disgusting hatred for myself – I'd done it. Me. A killer, a destroyer…a monster.

I turned to run, to escape, but before I could, I heard a scream and then a shout.

Rosalie flew towards me, at the speed of light. I had no chance to move.

She slammed into me, and I winced as I crashed onto the bits of glass. I felt them puncturing my skin.

Then I saw Edward, watching. Rosalie had my neck. One quick twist and I'd be gone. I had no chance of survival.

"Rose…" Edward said urgently, crouching beside the silent child.

I took the opportunity. As she stepped off me, distracted, I summoned all the strength I could muster and broke free of her grasp. I limped towards the door, waiting for her to catch me, kill me.

But she didn't. I glanced back at the door.

Edward was cradling his squirming child in is arm, his top blood-stained. His other arm was wrapped around Rosalie, holding her back.

She was shivering with rage, spitting furiously. "Anyone who would destroy innocence doesn't deserve to live." She hissed.

I knew…I agreed. I'd never felt worse before on my entire life.

I met Edward's eyes. They were hollow – shock written on his face.

"You…" he trailed off.

I whined and Rosalie swore colourfully.

"Don't ever come back here. " he whispered.

"Ever."

I turned and ran, fast as I could.

I kept running, through the trees, past the stream.

I would never come back.

I couldn't live with myself after what I'd done.

Couldn't live with myself.

Never.

Ever.

There you go! PLEASE review!!!!! Let me know if you cried, or didn't think it was emotional enough.

I might make amendments.

Thanks for your help.

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