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Twisted

Summary:
Post Eclipse. Another vampire has arrived in Forks, but wants nothing to do with the Cullens and everything to do with Bella. Is this newcomer friend or foe?Banner my fiance made, same pictures different style. Ok, so it's all finished. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and be sure to check out the sequel, "Unraveled", which will be coming soon. :)


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13. Chapter 13

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I wanted to cry, but I couldn't let Jacob see my tears. Pressing my lips together, I didn't say anything, just stared out into the forest. The vampire was holding his position, but not because he sensed a threat.

“Could you take him down before he could yell for help?” I whispered, not trusting my voice. Jacob nodded. He didn't look at me and I didn't look at him. Our tender moment was gone, and Jacob was back to being a werewolf, enemy of the vampires.

He crawled out from under the roots, silently. I huddled deeper into the mud, hoping that my scent would be disguised. I watched as Jacob phased, his skin being replaced by course fur. Suddenly, I was afraid again. It was the wolf who had almost killed me just a day ago. Was it really only a day, I thought. It felt like an eternity had passed since then.

Wolf Jacob raced off into the woods and moments later I heard a muffled cry and then silence. I waited a few minutes, ensuring it was safe to emerge. Then, running to Jacob, I saw that he'd been joined by Emmett and Jasper. It was the latter that had a strong arm thrown across the vampire's throat, a gag was tired in his mouth. No air, no voice, I thought to myself.

I recognized the young vampire instantly. It was Marisa. Her eyes were wide with terror as Jacob growled and snarled at her feet. I was twinged with regret. In another life, under different circumstances, we could have been friends. But she was the enemy and would stop at nothing until she'd done her task.

They half carried, half dragged their struggling prisoner into a clearing where Edward and Carlisle were waiting. Jasper held tight to Marisa neck, but she had stopped struggling. Jacob stayed on the edge of the clearing, pacing back and forth, sniffing the air.

“Anything?” asked Carlisle. Edward shook his head.

“She counting in Italian. Up to almost a hundred. They must know about us." They looked defeated. I chewed my bottom lip, knowing what had to be done. Stepping forward, I gently grabbed Jaspers arm. Edward's eyes grew wide with horror.

“It's the only way we'll know,” I whispered softly. I threw a look over my shoulder, at Jacob. He was still pacing, eyes locked on the forest. My face involuntarily pulled into a grimace as I knelt down beside Marisa.

As I leaned close to her neck, I whispered, “I'm so sorry.” I sank my teeth into her granite flesh and my mind was a whir of images and sounds all blurring together. I wrenched back, clamping my hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that was erupting from my throat. Falling back into the grass, I tried to settle my burning mind. I knew I must look awful, writhing and twisting on the ground.

Finally, the pain ebbed and I felt well enough to open my eyes. Jasper was leaning over me and a sudden wave of ease washed over me. I looked at Jasper, all accusations, but he just smiled. He was helping, I felt calmer. He helped me sit up. Marisa was gone, presumably dead somewhere, her flesh burning to ash. The thought made me shudder.

Another look over my shoulder revealed that Jacob had stopped pacing. He was sitting very still, staring at us. His dark eyes looked sad, though I couldn't be sure with the distance between us. My mouth felt dry and my ears were ringing, but everyone was waiting.

When I regained my voice, I whispered, “They'll attack at dawn tomorrow.”