Takes place the day Bella escapes Alice to La Push while Edward is away hunting.
What if Jacob hadn't been able to control himself around Bella? Wouls she be yet again endangering herself, as her vampire family believes, or will she prove that werewolves are harmless around the people they care about? And what will the consequences be for poor Bella?
T just in case.
This idea came to me whilst re-reading New Moon. I really like this idea, so I'll be spending most of my spare time updating on here!
1. The Garage
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Jake had to go and bring up the tricky subjects again. We had been having such a good time, too. But then again, I was foolish to think that the subject of my transformation wouldn’t get brought up, again. We never could seem to make it past all these hard parts…
“So I guess this is good bye then, Jake?”
“Why, we still have a few years. Can’t we be friends until we’re out of time?”
“Years? No Jake, not years. Weeks is more accurate.”
This was, by and large, the worst thing that I could say. Jacob began shuttering; shuttering so much that the can of soda in his hand literally exploded all over the inside of his car. I wasn’t truly worried. Not until an earsplitting growling began to fill the small space. I could feel every hair on my body stand on end. This was definitely not a good situation to be in.
The entire car was shaking at this point. I wish I had been able to move, but I was frozen- frozen from shock, frozen from fear.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Jacob was trembling so much it looked as though his shape was blurring. He was fighting so hard to keep his shape. But this was Jacob. He would get it under control. He had to, he had said, no, he had promised to never hurt me! I could see his fists clenched against his sides. I could even hear him gritting his teeth to rebel against what his body was doing.
But it wasn’t enough.
Before I could register what had happened, the entire frame of the car exploded. I suppose I had been thrown from the seat that I had been sitting, along with a good amount of metal. Blinking to clear my vision, I found myself face to face with a giant red-brown wolf. This was the wolf that stalked me in my nightmares not so many months ago. This wasn’t the wolf that had saved me from Paul’s attack the day I found out about him. This was a new wolf, a new Jacob. I had unleashed a whole new fury in this beast. Where I had once seen intelligence in his eyes, I saw only pure anger and loathing.
This angry monster-there really was no other description that would fit him at this point- had only one thing in his mind. My death. I could read it in his eyes, in every one of his labored breaths. He was going to kill me before I was turned. And no one, not even my vampires, would ever know.
The monster let out a single long, low growl that sent shivers up my spine. The one sound was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard. More terrifying than the roars and snarls that I had heard from hostile vampires, even. Suddenly, it clicked in my head that this would be the absolute last thing that I ever heard.
Jacob slowly advanced towards me. I held my breath, hoping that he would at least have enough compassion to make my death a quick one. This time, his growl sounded more like a roar. And with that, he raised one of his massive front paws, and swiped his claws over my body. There was so much adrenaline in my system, I didn’t even feel the pain. But the shock of Jacob actually doing this was too much for my mind.
Edward had been right about him. It was the last thought I had before I lost consciousness.
I couldn’t hold my shake together right. The whole world was shaking, shaking so bad I didn’t think that I would be able to hold onto any part of my sanity. But in the corner of my mind, I knew I wouldn’t win this battle.
When I unwillingly phased to my wolf self, I couldn’t think straight. I knew in some distant corner in my mind that Bells was gonna be in my way, and I didn’t want that, I didn’t want to hurt or scare her. But I wasn’t in control, even now. Instead, all I could see was a cowering girl in a heap of scrap metal who smelled much too sweet, even with the heady aroma of her human blood in her. My body was on autopilot at this point. I never made the decision to attack her. To kill her. But all of a sudden my legs had a mind of there own. I could smell how scared she was by me, but that only made my wolf self even more intent on killing her. If she was afraid of me, then that was more confirmation that she was one of those bloodsuckers, right?
I felt one of my legs raise as if on it’s own accord. I knew what would come next, so I started fighting back harder. Just as my weight went crashing through her flesh, I found the control that I needed. That was when I fully realized what I had done.