Ménage à trois

By Pizzapig

Bella had just got back from a wonderful night out with Jacob, he had taken her dancing, to Edwards disproval, although powerless to stop her. Gripping tight to Jacob as they sped through the city streets, fire sped through her veins and she felt exhilarated, warm flesh pressed against her rapidly beating heart, she felt alive.

With a careful turn Jacob stopped outside her house where two police cruisers were neatly parted beside Carlisle's expensive sports car.

"Whats going on?" Said Bela nervously, pulling off her helmet.

"Bela wait." Said Jacob grabbing her from behind.

"Let go of me Jacob." Said Bela firmly.

"You don't want to go in there." Jacob warned.

"Let me go." She repeated throwing his strong arms off.

"Bella don't." He called after her.

Bela pulled her house keys from her bag, hands trembling she almost dropped them before realising she didn't need them as the door was already open, she lightly pushed it, revealing the ghastly sight inside.

"No" she said going white, covering her mouth with her hand; tears spilling down her face in a waterfall of blanket shock.

"Charlie" She sobbed removing her hand and dropping to her knees. "Dad!" She yelled, sobbing, and screaming loudly. Cold arms wrapped around he and she leant into the embrace, burying her head into his chest as she sobbed.

Jacob stood there frozen in shock, he had smelt the blood the moment his bike pulled up on the curb, he had warned Bella, but there was no stopping Bela once she made up her mind, that's what he hated and loved about her, her resolve to do just about anything once she set her mind to it. Then like a creepy ass lurker that he was, Edward came from nowhere taking Jakes rightful place, comforting her and easing her pain as Jacob stood there like a idiot. Bela was still sobbing into Edwards shirt as he stared intensely at the vampire wishing him terrible pain. It was then that Jacob felt bad for feeling so jealous when Bela was hurting so. With a last lingering look of great regret the huge puddle of dark red blood tattooed itself behind his eyes lids forever, and he ran into the woods, stripping off his clothes, and transforming, he sent out a warning howl. Tonight they were going to rip flesh from flesh, someone was going to pay for Charlie's death, and he would personally hand deliver it to the stinking vampire, he would pay for every hurt he had ever caused a family, every daughter he had left crying on their doorstep, every heart he had ever broken, and every man he had robbed of life.

To be continued...