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Edward and Bella are finally going to get married. Bella is finally going to be changed. They go to Alaska after the change, but what happens when Bella's power is shown. Why do the werewolf’s get involved? Like to add a thanks to my new Beta she started with the honeymoon chapter and will be editing the rest. She is also going to be doing a banner. Thanks Blackrosedemise.

This is my first fan fiction so please be nice. Helpful critisim is welcome.

5. Chapter 5 The wedding in Jacob's POV

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Jacob’s POV

I couldn’t believe that the wedding was so close. I was going to lose Bella forever. He was going to change her into a filthy bloodsucker. She would never grow old and never be able to have kids. She was going to lose her humanity. She would forever be lost to me. Sweet Bella lost for eternity to a blood drinker. Forever doomed to a life of consuming blood. These were the thoughts that plagued my head as I stood waiting at the front of the room where Bella would soon be married. I had finally decided to give up on thinking she would ever be mine. I knew that I would never forget her, but I decided that I didn’t want her wedding to turn out bad because of me.

I was lost in thought for what seemed like a long time when I heard the sound of a song start to play. It would’ve been nice…well….maybe, except the voice that was sing was they stupid blood sucker that would soon take Bella away. It was Bella’s lullaby. I had heard her humming it once and asked her what it was and she had told me that it was the lullaby that Edward had made for her. I guess they had decided on this as their wedding song.

A little in to the song the doors at the back of the chapel opened and Alice came in followed by the most beautiful woman on earth. She was being led by Charlie. Her dress was perfect for her it was a white antique looking dress. The veil was very elegant and through it I could see her sweet face. The bouquet was a mixture or red and white flowers that I didn’t recognize. The bracelet I had given her was still on her wrist and it made me happy. She hadn’t totally wanted to forget me or she would’ve taken it off.

I stared at her as she slowly walked down the aisle trying to not trip. When she looked up and looked at me I wanted to cry. I saw shock in her eyes at the sight of me and I saw a few tears fall down her cheeks. I knew that I being at the wedding might bug her, but I didn’t think that she would cry over it. I now regretted coming more. I didn’t want Bella to have to cry over me. I just wanted to hold her and her be mine. I wanted to be the one that she was getting married to.

I let me thoughts drift thinking of how nice it would’ve been if it was me waiting for Bella to be married to her. I thought of this until I heard that it was time for me to give the ring to the bloodsucker to put on her finger.

It was a beautiful ring that matched nicely with her engagement ring. Both looked to be old and fit well with the gown. After I gave the ring to him Bella said her vows and Alice handed her the ring for the bloodsucker a simple gold band. I refuse to give that bloodsucker a name Alice can have hers, but not the one that stills my sweet away.

When the time came for objections I stood silent and just gazed at Charlie hoping that he might say something, but he didn’t. My sweet was then doomed to the words “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” I had lost her and it took all my strength not to change and rip the bloodsucker apart.

Soon it was time for the reception and I left with the pack to go to the Cullen’s. This was one of the exceptions to the rule of no werewolves on the Cullen’s property and the pack wouldn’t miss the chance. We ran instead of using cars, but we stayed in human form since we were all dressed up.

This gave me time to think as the wind rushed through my hair. I knew that my sweet would soon be turned, but this was the last chance to decide if I truly wanted to never talk to her again.