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Chapter 1: Ultimatum
I sat in my car parked down the block from Bella's house. Able to hear her fathers thoughts. It was half a conversation. I couldn't hear Bella's. I sighed. I was so close to seeing her, my destiny, my life, my reason for existing, my everything. And yet I was so far. I wanted to hold her and stroke her perfect skin, run my hands through her silky smooth hair, but alas I had to wait.
Patience was not my strongest suit, although this was all my fault. I was the only one to blame. I had myself to blame for the situation. I had been irrational, and didn't think things through properly, and in turn Bella had disappeared for three days. I couldn't blame Charlie for being upset.
Although these groundings or house arrest rules were rather silly and pointless if you think about it.
I was with Bella more than Charlie knew, or would like to know. All through the night, every night.
I sighed and closed my eyes, resting my head on the back of the seat. I imagined my beautiful Bella. Her beautiful bright eyes, her soft smooth lips, the way her cheeks blushed at the slightest touch. Her scent, her scent at one time had been so powerful to me, to powerful. It had nearly destroyed me, and everything I held In forks. It had taken everything in me to not take her from her seat and spill her blood the very first time I had seen her. But now I loved her, with every fiber of my being. All of her, and I would not and could not ever harm her. My whole purpose for existing in this life was to keep her safe and happy.
I turned the key in the ignition and listened to Charlie's thoughts, making sure it was safe to proceed to see Bella. They were talking about college, I glanced down at the stack of applications on the seat next to me. Although Bella was so determined to be changed into a vampire after graduation, I still held hope that she would change her mind, that I could change her mind, or at the very least delay the process a bit.
The though of Bella changing, giving up her life and damning herself for the rest of eternity, and all just to be with me, made no sense to me, I was a monster, how could she ever want to be like me, or with me for that matter but she did. And the thought of it, at times made me happy, I could have Bella forever. I was a selfish monster.
I wanted her to have every experience a normal girl her age would have. I didn't want to take anything away from her. I was sure that I could at least talk her into a semester of college, maybe two. And then maybe, hopefully she would change her mind. The thought made me relieved and sad at the same time. As much as I wanted her to be mine forever, I also wanted what was best for her. And an eternity as a monster was not what was best, even if it was the most convenient option for me.
I exited the car just in time to hear Charlie ask Bella what my plans were for college. I figured I would save Bella from a conversation I knew she didn't want to have, and rapped on the door three times.
"Coming!" I heard her angelic voice call.
I also heard Charlie as he muttered "Go away" but didn't let it affect me. I was accustomed to the fact that he would never be my biggest fan
I smiled as the door opened and I was face to face with my beautiful Bella.
All the anticipation of the evening, the waiting, the wanting, all of it was worth it for this moment. Her deep, brown eyes, so full of emotion I couldn't look away, her skin so warm and soft compared to my hard, marble frame, all of it is almost too much to take the first time I see her after an absence. It never ceased to amaze me how perfect she was, and left me to wonder how I got so lucky as to call her mine. Our fingers interlaced as her hand found mine, and in that moment I felt whole again.
"Hey," she said, then smiled. I raised our hands to stroke her perfectly smooth cheek.
"How was your afternoon?" I asked, although I already knew the answer. We both dealt with anxiety at being separated from each other for an extended period of time.
"Slow," she replied.
"For me, as well," I told her as I gently pulled her wrist to my face. I smiled as I took in her scent. As painful as her scent had once been to me, now it was simply one more on a never ending list of things I loved about her.
Charlie interrupted our moment with his not so welcoming thoughts towards me. As he over exaggerated his steps towards us, I dropped our hands, still laced together, to our sides.
"Good evening, Charlie," I greeted him politely. I didn't blame him for despising me, I deserved it. And his unconditional love for his daughter was enough to make me overlook any ill will he had towards me. I glanced at Bella. "I brought another set of applications," I told her, showing her the envelope and stamps in my unoccupied hand.
She groaned in response, and even without being able to read her mind, I knew what she was thinking. "There are still a few open deadlines. And a few places willing to make exceptions." The expression she gave me, one of disbelief, made me laugh. "Shall we?" I asked, gesturing towards the kitchen table.
We entered the tiny kitchen with Charlie following closely behind us. He was definitely keeping a close eye on us, particularly me, these days. Bella got to work clearing the table while I laid out the various forms I had for her to fill out. I watched her remove a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, and wondered why on earth she was reading it again. She had to have it memorized by now.
I was about to comment when Charlie interrupted. "Speaking of college applications, Edward," he started, speaking directly to me for the first time in weeks. "Bella and I were just talking about next year. Have you decided where you're going to school?" Hopefully in Guam.
I smiled, trying not to laugh, "Not yet. I've received a few acceptance letters, but I'm still weighing my options."
"Where have you been accepted?" He asked, trying to sound disinterested, although his thoughts betrayed him.
"Syracuse…Harvard…Dartmouth…and I just got accepted to the University of Alaska Southeast today," I replied nonchalantly, turning slightly to wink at Bella, who had to suppress her laughter.
"Harvard? Dartmouth?" Impressive. Charlie repeated dumbfounded. "Well that's pretty…" he paused "That's something." But wait… "Yeah, but the University of Alaska…you wouldn't really consider that when you could go Ivy League. I mean, your father would want you to…" he wasn't thinking of my father, just of him and any way possible to get me away from his daughter.
"Carlisle's always fine with whatever I choose to do." I answered him honestly.
"Hmph," was his response.
"Guess what, Edward?" Bella said in a voice that was almost too cheery.
"What, Bella?" I asked, knowing full well what she was going to say.
"I just got my acceptance to the University of Alaska!" she exclaimed.
I smiled at her. "Congratulations! What a coincidence."
Coincidence my…."Fine," Charlie exclaimed as he glared at us from across the table. "I'm going to watch the game, Bella. Nine-thirty." Even if you aren't grounded anymore, I don't want him in my house longer than necessary. Bella was off house arrest? My excitement soared at the thought.
"Er, Dad? Remember the very recent discussion about my freedom…?" Bella innocently pressed.
Charlie sighed resignedly. "Right. Okay ten-thirty." he glared. "You still have a curfew on school nights."
"Bella's no longer grounded?" I asked, the excitement showing in my voice.
"Conditionally," Charlie replied coldly. "What's it to you?" That doesn't give you permission to spend every waking minute with her.
"It's just good to know," I replied, "Alice has been itching for a shopping partner, and I'm sure Bella would love to see some city lights." I smiled at her then, knowing how being cooped up in the house had been driving her mad.
Is he an idiot? "No!" Charlie snarled at me.
"Dad! What's the problem?" Bella half-yelled at her father, looking slightly embarrassed by his outbreak.
Imagine him, encouraging Bella to go to Seattle now, with all the murders going on. "I don't want you going to Seattle right now." He replied, trying to sound calm.
"Huh?" Bella asked, obviously confused.
"I told you about the story in the paper—there's some kind of gang on a killing spree in Seattle and I want you to steer clear, okay?" Even if he doesn't think twice about putting you in harm's way.
His implication that I would allow Bella to do anything remotely dangerous was mildly irritating. If he only knew the great lengths I'd gone to ensure her safety, if he only knew that my very existence depended on her being safe and well and happy…but he didn't know. Of course he didn't. And so I could not fault him for thinking of me as another typical teenage boy, fueled by testosterone and not having his daughter's best interests at heart. He didn't know how precious she was to me, how she was my entire world… my entire reason for existing.
"Dad, there's a better chance that I'll get struck by lightning than that on the one day I'm in Seattle"
"No, that's fine, Charlie," I interrupted her, as I scanned the story on the front page of the newspaper. "I didn't mean Seattle. I was thinking Portland, actually. I wouldn't have Bella in Seattle, either. Of course not."
"Fine," he finally shrugged, and headed towards the living room.
Bella turned towards me with a suspicious look. "What—" she started, but I cut her off.
"Hold on," I replied, pushing the first application towards her. "I think you can recycle your essays for this one. Same questions." Charlie was still listening to us, not yet sucked in by the game.
Bella sighed and began the tedious task of filling out the information, as I read the newspaper story again. Five people murdered over the past two weeks. And the police had nothing to go on. I set the paper aside and stared out the window. Of course, I already knew about the murders, as it had been a hot discussion amongst my family, but the numbers were rising steadily, and the police were doing no good in finding the culprits. But the lack of evidence, and the way the humans were being killed, it all pointed to one thing. Newborns. And apparently their numbers were increasing. The question was, who was behind the sudden outbreak? What was the reason for their creation…
My thoughts were cut short as Bella scoffed and pushed her application away from her. "Bella?" I inquired.
"Be serious, Edward. Dartmouth?" she asked with the disbelief painted on her face.
I put the application back in front of her, wishing she wouldn't underestimate herself so much. "I think you'd like New Hampshire," I started. "There's a full Complement of night classes for me, and the forests are conveniently located for the avid hiker, Plentiful wildlife." I smiled my persuasive smile at her, trying to will her to continue the application. "I'll let you pay me back, if that makes you happy," I told her, although we both knew I would happily pay her tuition and accept nothing in return. "If you want, I can charge you interest."
"Like I could even get in without some enormous bribe. Or was that part of the loan? The new Cullen wing of library? Ugh. Why are we having this discussion again?" she accused.
I closed my eyes in frustration. The only thing I would ever want to change about Bella would be the way she viewed herself. She could get into Dartmouth easily by just being Bella, without any help for me. "Will you just fill out the application, please, Bella? It won't hurt you to apply."
"You know what?" she started, "I don't think I will." The look in her eyes told me that she was about to destroy the papers, but luckily, my vampire reflexes came in handy at that moment. I snatched the application and hid it away in my jacket before she even had a chance to reach for it. "What are you doing?" she asked, sounding annoyed.
"I sign your name better than you do yourself. You've already written the essays," I answered. If she wasn't going to believe in herself, I would have to do it for her.
"You're going way overboard with this, you know," her voice was quiet, apparently afraid Charlie would overhear our discussion, although his thoughts showed that he was completely absorbed with the game. "I really don't need to apply anywhere else. I've been accepted in Alaska. I can almost afford the first semester's tuition," as if I'd let her pay for it. "It's as good an alibi as any. There's no need to throw away a bunch of money, no matter who's it is."
I realized that she still had every intention of becoming one of us after graduation, and no intention of actually attending college. The thought of taking away another perfectly normal human experience from her hurt me in an unexplainable way. "Bella—" I started.
"Don't start." She begged. "I agree that I need to go through the motions for Charlie's sake, but we both know I'm not going to be in any condition to go to school next fall. To be anywhere near people."
Not if I can help it, I thought, but knew I had better keep my voice low and calm to get her to listen to me. "I thought the timing was still undecided. You might enjoy a semester or two of college. There are a lot of human experiences you've never had."
"I'll get to those afterward," she replied simply.
"They won't be human experiences afterward. You don't get a second chance at humanity, Bella," I explained, trying to make her understand the intensity of her decision.
She sighed then. "You've got to be reasonable about the timing, Edward. It's just too dangerous to mess around with."
I wasn't willing to give up that easily. "There's no danger yet."
She glared at me then, and I knew she was thinking about all the other dangers surrounding us right now. Besides Victoria, wanting to avenge her mate James' death by ending Bella's life, there was the Volturi, who had made it clear that Bella was to become one of us, or be destroyed, because she knew too much about our kind. Her face suddenly twisted with worry, and her pain became my own. "Bella," I snapped her out of her trance, reading her features, "There's no hurry. I won't let anyone hurt you. You can take all the time you need." I was trying to calm her fears, but I meant what I said. I would use every resource I had to make sure that Bella was safe. She would not make this monumental decision based on fear.
"I want to hurry," she smiled, her voice not supporting her words. "I want to be a monster, too."
Although I knew she was trying to joke to lighten the mood, her words triggered an angry expression in me. She wasn't thinking this through properly. She didn't know what she was about to become. Especially with the new dangers in Seattle, I had to make her see exactly what she was getting in to. "You have no idea what you're saying." I told her as I threw the newspaper on the table. I pointed out the headline.
"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked, confused.
"Monsters are not a joke, Bella," I said, a little more hard than I meant to. She looked at the newspaper and then back at me, as comprehension seeped into her features.
"A…A vampire is doing this?" she said in a voice barely audible to the human ear.
I smiled coldly, glad she was finally starting to understand how horrible my kind could be. "You'd be surprised, Bella, at how often my kind are the source behind the horrors in your human news. It's easy to recognize, when you know what to look for. The information here indicates a newborn vampire is loose in Seattle. Bloodthirsty, wild, out of control. The way we all were." She dropped her eyes from my face, not wanting me to read her expression. "We've been monitoring the situation for a few weeks. All the signs are there the unlikely disappearances, always in the night, the poorly disposed of corpses, the lack of other evidence…Yes, someone brand new. And no one seems to be taking responsibility for the neophyte…" I cut off then, not adding that with the recent deaths, it was probably more than one newborn on the loose. "Well, it's not our problem. We wouldn't even pay attention to the situation if it wasn't going on so close to home. Like I said, this happens all the time. The existence of monsters results in monstrous consequences."
She was quiet for a long moment, more than likely soaking in all the information I had given her. "It won't be the same for me. You won't let me be like that. We'll live in Antarctica."
I couldn't help but let a slight laugh escape my throat at the thought of that. "Penguins. Lovely," I replied.
Bella laughed her nervous laugh, and knocked the newspaper to the floor. I knew she didn't want to think about the monsters in Seattle anymore. "Alaska, then, as planned. Only somewhere much more remote than Juneau—somewhere with grizzlies galore."
She was trying to lighten the mood, and I was grateful to let her. All of the serious talk took away from the little quality time we had together. "Better," I told her. "There are polar bears, too. Very fierce. And the wolves get quite large." Bella looked at me like she had just had the wind knocked out of her. "What's wrong?" I asked, concern and confusion coloring my face. Then it hit me. Wolves. Not wolves, in general, just one wolf. Jacob Black. Stupid, Edward, very stupid. My voice was hard as I replied, "Oh. Never mind the wolves, then, if the idea is offensive to you."
"He was my best friend, Edward. Of course the idea offends me," she replied. I could tell from the way her voice broke that talking about that dog still hurt her. I couldn't understand the connection they had, and to be honest, I was happy they no longer spoke. Although seeing the pain in Bella's eyes as she talked of him made me hurt for her, despite my personal feelings for Jacob.
"Please forgive my thoughtlessness," I apologized half-heartedly, my voice still hard. "I shouldn't have suggested that."
She didn't meet my eyes as she replied, "Don't worry about it," and stared at her fists on the table.
We were quiet then, her probably thinking about her lost friend, me thinking about what an idiot I was to bring it up. I hated that the pained look on her face at this moment was caused by me. Slowly I reached out to her, brining her chin up with my finger, wanting to comfort her. "Sorry. Really," I said in my most apologetic voice.
"I know. I know it's not the same thing. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It's just that…well, I was already thinking about Jacob before you came over," she hesitated, obviously reading the disappointment in my face. "Charlie says Jake is having a hard time. He's hurting right now, and…it's my fault."
It was typical Bella fashion to place blame on herself without looking at the bigger picture. "You've done nothing wrong, Bella," I told her.
"I need to make it better, Edward. I owe him that. And it's one of Charlie's conditions, anyway—"
In that moment, I hated Jacob Black more than ever. That mongrel would do anything, including making Bella feel completely consumed by misplaced guilt, to get time with her away from me. His delusion that if he could get her alone, he could convince her to be with him instead of me was ludicrous. I didn't spend most of my time keeping her safe to let her just run off with the dog whenever she felt guilty. A young werewolf was unpredictable, unstable, and unsafe. And Jacob Black in his human form was probably just as dangerous. No, I would not, could not, let her be alone with him.
"You know it's out of the question to be around a werewolf unprotected, Bella. And it would break the treaty if any of us cross over into their land. Do you want us to start a war?" I asked her, my face a hard stone mask. It was a low-blow, I'll admit.
"Of course not!"
"Then there's really no point in discussing this further," I replied, scanning the room for something else to talk about. My eyes flickered to the book on the counter, Wuthering Heights. Bella had read it time and time again and never seemed to tire of it. It was just another thing about her mind that I didn't understand. "I'm glad Charlie has decided to let you out—you're sadly in need of a visit to a bookstore," I told her, keeping my tone light. "I can't believe you're reading Wuthering Heights again. Don't you know it by heart yet?"
"Not all of us have photographic memories," she replied, still sounding rather annoyed.
"Photographic memory or not, I don't understand why you like it. The characters are ghastly people who ruin each other's lives. I don't know how Heathcliff and Cathy ended up being ranked with couples like Romeo and Juliet or Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. It isn't a love story, it's a hate story."
Just as I knew it would, my rant on her favorite book temporarily distracted her. "You have some serious issues with the classics," she snapped at me.
"Perhaps it's because I'm not impressed by antiquity," I replied. "Honestly, though, why do you read it over and over? What is it that appeals to you?" I asked, taking her face in my hands. Finding out Bella's deepest thoughts was always a thrill to me, being that I couldn't just read her mind to find out.
"I'm not sure," she answered. "I think it's something about the inevitability. How nothing can keep them apart—not her selfishness, or his evil, or even death, in the end…"
Bella's thoughts never ceased to amaze me. She was so bright, and so insightful, for being so young. She really was amazing. I smiled at her, "I still think it would be a better story if either of them had one redeeming quality."
"I think that may be the point. Their love is their only redeeming quality."
"I hope you have better sense than that," I teased. "to fall in love with someone so…malignant."
"It's a bit late for me to worry about who I fall in love with," she answered. "But even without the warning, I seem to have managed pretty well."
I laughed softly at her statement. After all the trouble, the near-death experiences, James, Victoria, the Volturi, she still thought that I was some sort of a catch. When in reality, I was most certainly the lucky one. "I'm glad you think so."
"Well, I hope you're smart enough to stay away from someone so selfish. Catherine is really the source of all the trouble, not Heathcliff." She retorted.
"I'll be on my guard."
Bella sighed and I knew my moment of distraction was coming to an end. "I need to see Jacob." She said softly.
I should have known she wouldn't give up so easily. "No," I said simply.
Her voice turned begging again. "It's truly not dangerous at all. I used to spend all day in La Push with the whole lot of them, and nothing ever happened." But her voice broke as she said the words. Not being able to read her mind, I wasn't sure what she was remembering, but it was something that proved to herself that what she had just said was a lie. That much was clear by the look on her face, and the way her heart was hammering in her chest.
I nodded. "Werewolves are unstable. Sometimes, the people near them get hurt. Sometimes, they get killed."
Bella couldn't deny what I had just said. She had seen firsthand what the werewolves were capable of, all she had to do was take a look at the alpha, Sam's, mate, Emily, whose face had been mauled when Sam lost control. I waited patiently for her response. "You don't know them," her voice was barely above a whisper.
"I know them better than you think, Bella. I was here the last time."
"The last time?" she questioned.
I decided to tell her the whole story then, hoping it would make her better understand my position. "We started crossing paths with the wolves about seventy years ago…We had just settled near Hoquiam. That was before Alice and Jasper were with us. We outnumbered them, but that wouldn't have stopped it from turning into a fight if not for Carlisle. He managed to convince Ephraim Black that coexisting was possible, and eventually we made a truce."
As I told the story, I started getting lost in my own thoughts, no longer really talking to Bella. "We thought the line had died out with Ephraim. That the genetic quirk which allowed the transformation had been lost…" Bella was staring at me now, and I tried to lighten the mood. "Your bad luck seems to get more potent every day. Do you realize that your insatiable pull for all things deadly was strong enough to recover a pack of mutant canines from extinction? If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands."
Bella ignored my kidding tone, and was suddenly serious. "But I didn't bring them back. Don't you know?"
"Know what?"
"My bad luck had nothing to do with it. The werewolves came back because the vampires did," her statement caught me off guard. "Jacob told me that your family being here set things in motion. I thought you would already know…"
"Is that what they think?" I asked. So the dogs blamed us for their mutations. I shouldn't have been surprised. One of their greatest gifts was laying unwarranted blame.
"Edward, look at the facts," Bella started. "Seventy years ago you came here, and the werewolves showed up. You come back now, and the werewolves show up again. Do you think that's a coincidence?"
I stared at her. She couldn't be right. "Carlisle will be interested in that theory," I told her.
"Theory," she said, indicating that she thought it was much more than that. That it was the truth.
I contemplated what Bella had told me. It wasn't possible to think that my family and I were the cause of mutant canines. It wasn't reasonable to believe that it was our fault they were here…was it?
"Interesting," I said, breaking the silence. "but not exactly relevant. The situation remains the same."
Although I didn't want her angry with me, I couldn't risk letting Bella put herself in a situation that may be harmful to her. If anything happened to her while she was in La Push, and I had just let her go, I would never forgive myself. I couldn't lose her again.
She got up from the table then, coming to sit on my lap. I opened my arms willingly, basking in the warmth of her body on mine. I inhaled her scent, so sweet, so unique. I couldn't imagine not having these moments with her again. There was no way I was ever letting her go.
"Please just listen for a minute," she pleaded. "This is so much more important than some whim to drop in on an old friend. Jacob is in pain. I can't not try to help him. I can't give up on him now, when he needs me. Just because he's not human all the time…Well, he was there for me when I was…not so human myself." I stiffened then. Of course I knew that it was my fault that she had any sort of tie to Jacob Black at all. And I probably deserved to be reminded of the pain I had put Bella in every day for the rest of my existence. But that didn't make it any easier to hear. "You don't know what it was like…" she broke off, apparently not wanting to hurt me with her words.
She was slightly wrong about that. Although I didn't know firsthand the hell I had put my beautiful Bella through, I had seen the memories through those who were closest to her. I had seen how she looked the night I had left, how she had withdrawn from everybody in her life. And it was all my fault.
"If Jacob hadn't helped me…I'm not sure what you would have come home to," she continued. "I owe him better than this, Edward."
"I'll never forgive myself for leaving you," I told her honestly. "Not if I live a hundred thousand years."
Her hand soothed my face then, soft and warm. It was only then I realized I had closed my eyes. I sighed and opened my eyes, taking in the beauty of her face.
"You were just trying to do the right thing," she soothed. "And I'm sure it would have worked with anyone less mental than me. Besides, you're here now. That's the part that matters."
Of course she was trying to make me feel better. That was her nature. "If I'd never left you, you wouldn't feel the need to go risk your life to comfort a dog."
She flinched, and I knew the use of words like that to describe her friend bothered her. But I just couldn't help myself. I needed to make myself perfectly clear. "I don't know how to phrase this properly," I started. "It's going to sound cruel, I suppose. But I've come too close to losing you in the past. I know what it feels like to think I have. I am not going to tolerate anything dangerous."
"You have to trust me on this, I'll be fine," she promised.
Unfortunately, I couldn't promise her that I'd be fine if she went. I would worry every second she was out of my arms. And it wasn't just her physical safety I was worried about, although that was a major concern. But her emotional state was also worrisome. There were so many things that dog could say that would cause Bella even more guilt or worry…or pain…than she already felt. I didn't know that she could take much more, and I knew that I wouldn't handle being separated from her like that very well. No, I did not want her to go to him. "Please, Bella," I pleaded.
"Please what?" she asked, sounding concerned.
"Please, for me. Please make a conscious effort to keep yourself safe. I'll do everything I can, but I'd appreciate a little help."
"I'll work on it," she said, slightly annoyed.
"Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?"
"I know how much I love you," she replied, kissing my neck.
I knew it was the truth. But it was hard to believe that the human love she felt for me even compared with that which I felt for her. The word love felt so insignificant when compared with my feelings for her, I couldn't imagine she could feel the same. "You compare one small tree to the entire forest."
"Impossible," she stated simply.
The thought of my love, my life, willingly putting her safety at risk into the hands of werewolves, and young ones at that, evoked an emotion in me I couldn't put into words. I would do whatever it took to keep her safe, and away from La Push. She would not see Jacob Black. She couldn't. I would not allow her to go there willingly and alone for that matter.
"No werewolves," I said as I kissed her head.
"I'm not going along with that. I have to see Jacob," she said, always defiant.
"Then I'll have to stop you." It wouldn't be all that difficult. With me seeing the minds of those around her, and Alice able to watch her future, we could basically watch her around the clock if need be. I hated imposing on her privacy like that, but if that's what it took, I would do it gladly. She just didn't understand the danger with werewolves, even after seeing Sam's mates mauled face. Still nothing to worry about. In Bella's world ferocious mountain lions were kittens.
"We'll see about that," she stated, trying to sound confident. "He's still my friend."
And we shall see about that, I thought, and hugged her closer. La Push was out of the question. I had to keep her from Jacob Black, at all cost.
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