Note: So this is a snippet and a revised version of what Jacob might've thought about his and Edward's encounter. I've read the book, Breaking Dawn, a long time ago so there might be a little flaw in the order of events. But, oh well. I also realize it lacks more anger, but I sort of concentrated this portion on the "Angst" genre, just to indicate what I thought his ideas were on that side.

*Disclaimer: All characters and the novel belong to Stephenie Meyer.

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Is this happening? If it is, then it's hell ---- Bella having her conceived bloodsucker inside her. How could that leech even force her to do it? Well, maybe "forced" is the mistaken term, for Bella actually wanted to have a real honeymoon. And now, look at what her stupidity has done to her. Bruised and scathed and more vulnerable. I can't stand it.

Now she's being stubborn about keeping that child ---- if it is indeed one. Despite the hatred I have towards Edward, I couldn't help but feel a bit of remorse. He wasn't his usual vampire self. He didn't sneer nor commented when I entered the room. He was simply at her side, caressing her arid fingers as if she would split any minute. And she did look like it. Day after day it would get worse.

Edward is pleading. Literally on his knees. He was begging me to kill him if Bella doesn't make it. That was the very last thing I thought he would ever ask me to do. Begging for death. Why not right now? I could rip his throat out right this instant, since he didn't even seem fed for weeks. He didn't look strong nor seventeen. It's as if someone has died already. Besides, it's his fault anyway. But I couldn't find myself to do it. Bella loves him, as much as I despise the thought. I've tried everything to bring her back to me. But in the end, she still gave herself to this parasite before me.

That's not the only reason I didn't kill him. I still clenched my fists and grind my teeth, yes. But something about his expression and the way he's speaking to me is different. Different in a way that I've never even dreamed of happening...that involved the girl I love. So, I agree.

He then tells me his wonderings on why Bella didn't want to take the baby out of her when I asked him. Then he offered her to me. I didn't even consider giving in, of course. Bella would not want to be rented or borrowed just so she can have children in which it would not kill her. I detested the idea. He was out of his mind. But I did promise to talk to her. After all, we do have history and I am her best friend. Even if he didn't tell me to try and convince her, I still would've done it. I have all my guts wanting her to be free of that creature that's weakening her. I loathe it.

We walk back into the white mansion in silence. Good. I didn't wish for another second speaking to him. How could Bella love this piece of cold hearted granite? I could give her the things he can't even if he became a slave for her in a hundred years. If only that self-centered blonde hadn't informed him of the psychic's premonition of her "suicidal" dive, he wouldn't even be here and Bella would not even be at this state. Instead, she would be with me. Happy and living a safe life. Her lover would be somewhere out of the country or something, but I simply didn't care. That would've been the best option, but no. She saves him and his entire dietary family returned to Forks. On top of that, they got wed. What a nearly happy ending, right? Ugh.

As I saunter back to the porch, I brace myself. In seconds, I will be seeing her again. A Bella that is enfeebled with an unborn killer. Hurting and dying. My Bella that has to suffer the consequences of being in love with a parasite.


Note: Did you like the irritated version of Jacob? What d'you think?