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A Dark Adaptaton of New Moon

It's been a year since Edward left Bella. Strong ties bond Jacob and Bella together, but one night of surpise and misfortune will forver change the lives of these three people. What would you do when all you love is violently taken away?


8. Chapter 8 - Confrontation

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Chapter 8 - Confrontation

Five hours, eighteen shops, two malls and twelve outfits later, Alice and I finally arrive back to my house. I swear I'm never going shopping with her again. I'd rather dive into a pool of jagged glass and swim a couple of laps in it than to have endure another shopping spree with her. My feet hate her!

"Thanks for coming along, Bella. We have to do this again" she says sarcastically as she flicks her cell phone open and begins to dial a number inhumanly fast.

"Over my dead body" I retort flatly as I get out of the car.

Her mouth twists into a grin. "I'll hold you to that" she says with a wink. "Hey there, she's home" she mutters into the phone as she drives off.

My eyes followed her car as it faded out into the distance. She's home? So what, they're keeping tabs on me now? I feel my blood begin to boil but quickly calm myself. Given my near death experience, I'm sure Edward is a bit... ansy. However, to have to punch in and out every day is out of the question. We're going to have to have a little chat about it.

I turn to walk towards the house when a sudden movement off to my right startles me. I jump back a step and realize that it's only Jacob. He was leaning against his motorcycle all along, arms crossed and staring darkly at me. I froze, awkward and shaken.

"Jesus, Jake!"

His dark eyes are boring into mine, frowning deeply. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there with his arms crossed looking criminally hot. I fumble for my keys in my jacket and begin to walk towards the door expecting him to follow. Instead, he reaches out and pulls me by the waist and turns me to face him. He's within an inch from my face, his eyes on fire.

"Jake, what are you doing?" I ask as I tried to free myself from his restraint.

"We need to talk, Bells. I don't know what has gotten into you to even think of letting that asshole near you."

I begin to object before he pulls up his finger to my lips.

"Wait. I'm not finished. Bells, you know how I feel about you. You can't just expect me to deal with this... with him being around you. He left you. He told you he didn't want you. He walked right out of your life knowing it would destroy you. And now he's lonely and feels like taking that toy off his shelf to play with?"

"Jacob, you're..." I begin but he continues.

"You're not a fucking toy, Bella! Don't you get that? You don't deserve that. This punk is only going to hurt you again. He's going to get what he wants and break out - leave you again. He's a fucking vampire, for Christ's sake! They don't give a flying fuck about humans. They see them as pets... pets for amusement. The only two things a vampire would want out of a human is either food or sex. And you're neither one. Bella, I can't just sit around here while he toys with you."

Tears are welling up my eyes and my blood is boiling.

"Jacob," I say trying to keep my calm. "You don't know anything and I'm not going to waste my time explaining everything to you. I know what I'm doing. I don't need your guidance. I'm sorry to have to put you through all this, believe me, I am. You don't deserve this. You've been a true friend to me and I am forever in your debt but you can't expect me to feel for you the way you feel for me. It doesn't work like, Jake. I do love you. More than you know, but not in the same way as you."

Tears begin to pool his eyes and his lips form a hard line.

"Maybe you're right and maybe you're wrong" I continue, "but I'm taking my chances because I want to, because I feel its right and because..."

"Because you never stopped loving him, right?" he says.

I can no longer stand to look him in the eyes. Although he knows the answer, I refuse to say it. It would just cut right through him.

"Bella, please. Please think this through. You can't trust him." He lets go of my waist and moves his hands to my face, forcing me to look at him.

"I love you, Bells. And I get it... you don't love me back that way, but I will wait as long as it takes until you come through. And if it ends up that you simply do not love me at all, at least..."

His voice trailed off as a gust of wind blew my hair all around us. His hands gripped my face painfully and he looked horror-struck and livid.

"Jacob, what's wrong with you? You're hurting me. Let me go!" I said behind gritted teeth as I tried to pull his hands away. He turned my face to the side, exposing my neck.

My neck. Fuck!

I tried with all my might to free myself from him but couldn't. Tears were beginning to burn my eyes. I could feel his finger nails digging into my skin and his hands beginning to tremble violently. I gasped in pain and he pushed me away, making me fall back on to the ground.

He backed away a couple of steps with his hands in the air. I instinctively brought my hand to my face, surprised to find that he had scratched me deep enough to bleed. I stared back at him in disbelief.

He folded his hands behind his head as he looked up to the sky, pacing back and forth. I felt a pang of guilt and humiliation. I had forgotten about the small crescent-shaped bite mark on my neck. I began to stand up when he quickly turned towards me.

"Where the fuck is he?" he growled. This time I was the one to back a couple of steps. This wasn't Jacob. His eyes burned in fury and his face was wickedly contorted. Before I could even open my mouth to speak, he grabbed me by both arms and lifted me off my feet until I was at eye level with him.

"Answer me" he said in a low and menacing tone. I couldn't speak. I was shocked to see this side of him. I suppose a panic button should have gone off somewhere in me, but it didn't. Under the circumstance, I was not afraid of him. I couldn't bring myself to believe that he would seriously hurt me. All I could do was stare. My eyes locked into the deep brown of his and formed an unbreakable pull. I felt my arms being squeezed tighter... the pressure growing, covering almost the entire upper part of my arms. I felt as if I was being raised higher. His breathing was hotter and faster and there was a strange wet gurgling sound coming from somewhere. I heard snapping and remembered the sound of my breaking ribs in the car accident. Only this time, my bones weren't snapping.

"ANSWER ME!" he yelled, almost unrecognizable as he shook me back and forth. My head slammed against the tree as a brief white light blinded me. My senses came rushing back to me all at once. Anger, hurt, danger, panic... As my vision cleared, I began to make out features of his face. I gasped at what I saw. Jacob was morphing. His cheek bones jutted out at an impossible angle. Hair was spreading like small currents across his face. His teeth were elongating and taking razor cut edges. It was eerily mesmerizing to see him change this way.

"JACOB!" I shouted in panic. I tried to fine tune my voice to a calmer tone. "Jacob, you need to stop. Relax. Please. You don't want to do this Jake."

He was almost done phasing and here we were in broad daylight. Luckily, my street was a pretty remote one and our house was the only one within eye sight from where we stood. Yet, the horror it would be if anyone happened to drive by and find a nine-foot tall werewolf clutching a waif like me. I had to stop him.

He was beginning to hurt my arms and anger was building up in him like a tidal wave. I felt a little dizzy, either from the bump at the back of my head or from the whole I'm-about-to- be-eaten-by-the-big-bad-wolf feeling.

"Jake, listen to me" I pleaded softly. "You don't want to hurt me. You know I can't fight you. You saw what happened to me the last time you lost it. You told me you'd thought you'd die." His fierce stare began soften and I could feel his grip begin to weaken.

"You can stop this. Please, Jake. We can go to the reserve and talk things over. You know I can't just walk away from you, Jake. I really do love you. You'll always be a part of me Jake and I don't ever want that to change. I need you in life and I need you to believe that."

I'm beginning to see his face smooth out to the one I know and I'm slowly coming back down to the floor. If only I would've gone back to my room and changed my jacket this morning instead of settling for my brown corduroy one, if only Alice wouldn't have taken that red light on Elk Street, and if only I would've gone back upstairs to give Charlie a kiss before I left, then maybe... just maybe... I would've been back on the ground again and Jacob would've been back on his bike again... and he would've missed Edward's growl by only a few seconds...