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Chasing a Sunset

What would have happened if Bella had sent Jacob and Nessie away during the battle? This is my take on what would have happened.

This is my first fanfic, so please rate and review!! Also, I used chapters to switch perspectives, so the name of the character whose perspective the chapter is written from is in the title of the chapter. Sorry if it gets confusing. Enjoy!

1. Chapter 1 Jacob

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Usually, this felt good, better than good. The speed, the feeling as I pushed myself harder, faster, watching the trees flash by; it always had been a way to escape. Never wanting to stop, and never really needing to. This time should have been even better, since I was free of that burning bloodsucker stench. But I would have traded all of this if it meant I was back in the clearing with them. The moment Bella told us what she had been planning; I wished I'd never wanted to know.

Running through the forest, was calming, in a weird way. The forest rarely changed, you could be in the forests of La Push, or somewhere across the world, but it was still the forest. The greens and browns of the trees that weren't covered in snow, the smell if pine, the animals that ran from me, because knew they might be dinner. All these things reminded me of home. I felt like at any moment, I would burst through the trees, and into my backyard. The wolf in me recognized the forest as home, wherever I was, and that was one good thing. Another was that I finally had Nessie to myself, away from the blonde psychopath. Except this time we were running away from the danger, instead of facing it like I should have, instead of following my instincts. I was no better than the psychic leech, fleeing with her mate while she still could. But this wasn't my choice. That counted for something, right? The fact that I was being forced into this cowardice had to count.

Vaguely, I wondered what Bella has packed in that purse she had given to Nessie. That thought was not so pressing that I had to stop. At least Bella had finally chosen me for something. And this time it was something that really mattered. I don't know how she did it. How could she keep this from me, her best friend? She knew I could control my thoughts if I had to. Maybe she was worried about me telling my pack. Ugh! My pack!

I could feel Nessie's hold on my back loosening as she finally fell asleep. Far too soon, it was time to stop. As gently as I could, trying not to wake her up, I placed her on the ground. She barely stirred. I could watch her forever, sleeping or awake, thoughtful laughing or crying, it never got old.

Carefully, I tried to pull the bag off her shoulders. This time, I was not so lucky. Nessie woke up. She looked awful, too. Her eyes were red, whether from crying, or because she was tired, I didn't know. It was probably both. All I could do was hold her as she cried, not knowing if her parents were safe, and try not to break down with her, worrying about my friends. Instantly, my curiosity about the little black purse was pushed to the back of my mind. Nessie was my first priority. I held her and rocked her, as she fell asleep again.