Blue Moon
Disclaimer: This is a spin off fan-fiction story based on the TWILIGHT series written and completely owned by Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of the mentioned characters or their personalities or characteristics. I only write for entertainment purposes, and appreciate Stephanie's beautiful mind which created this amazing story. Thank you, and enjoy. – Ciara
Prologue
It's been five years… Five long years since they took you from me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive them for this. The last I saw of you, they had strapped you into a car seat, aware of your fragile nature, and left me in the gravel drive watching as that stupid shiny Volvo carried you away. It took everything I had to not chase you, but looking back now I should have. I wouldn't be so miserable if I had. I regret everything about that night outside the glass house the Cullen's used to call home. I know, they're your family, but they would have been wise never to do anything like this to us. We are meant for each other – why would anyone want to separate that? This is probably the hundredth note I've written you. I guess this is the only way to remain sane while you're gone. The absence is just too much to deal with. I love you with all of my heart, Renesmee.
Jacob.
When the Cullen family left, they did not just take their belongings. For Jacob Black, if you asked him, he would say they took his soul as well. Of course anyone who asked that was asking for death, because this was a touchy subject for Jake, and he hated even touching on it. They left when Renesmee was only a child, worried that her future in Forks was a dangerous one. Of course, Jacob would also interject that her being in Forks was safer, because he would be there to protect her. Bella and Edward, having faced the Volturi already, feared that even Jacob was not a fitting enough defense, and chose to remove themselves from Forks. Jacob, though he wished with every fiber of his being, had wished to go with them. But his ties to the pack, to his people, well he could not ignore those either. So he stood, torn in his wishes, toes dug in the gravel as he watched the Cullen family leave, and with them, taking his soul.
The way Jacob saw it, Renesmee was his soul… he had imprinted on her. They were meant to be together, and there was no other way he saw fit to live. So, in her stead, he wrote many letters to her over the last five years, relaying his thoughts, memories, and even future dreams. It seemed senseless to those around him, but they did not understand the connection he had with Renesmee, all but Sam. Sam was the previous pack leader, but since the fight with the Volturi, Jacob had claimed his own rights as an Alpha, and held his own pack now.
The last five years had blurred for Jacob – he did not remember the scent of the dirt below his paws, food was without taste, cold without a bitter bite, and rain without wetness. Nothing made sense for him, and there were not many things he enjoyed or remembered about his current and most recent life, other than his desire to be with her. She came to him in dreams, irking his emotions and tugging at his heart with every second she appeared. However torn Jacob was, he remained steady and balanced for his pack, for his people, because he deemed it necessary. It never really occurred to him just how unbalanced he was, though, until the most recent days of his horribly shattered world.