"Perhaps my sweet, perhaps"
Jacob Black ran the back of his hand gently against one of the many haphazard photographs of Bella Swan hanging from his laboratory walls. He began pacing the room.
"Unlike those hated and vile vampires, I didn't have the luxury of time, but it will soon be worth it. It will all come to fruition soon."
"During Edward and Bella's rehearsal dinner I snatched her wine glass, then went straight home, I didn't bother to stay for the pitiful ceremony. Back here I lysed the cells and established a genomic library of Bella's DNA. From my own DNA and previous research I isolated the retrotransposons WRFA and WRFA2, responsible for werewolf transformation that should have been easily introduced to form a recombinant genome. Because of the nature of the genetic elements no cloning vectors or restriction nucleases should have been necessary. I planned to have my clone of Bella be a werewolf from birth."
"Harvesting a viable oocyte wasn't difficult in Forks. It was a transitory town with transitory people- transients, denizens, drifters. They come from here, and they come from there. Things happen to them. It wasn't hard. But my attempts failed, and continued to fail."
"That's when I came to a realization most foul. At the time of the DNA harvest, Bella was already a vampire, that is, before their wedding night. A discovery most scandalous, but I wasn't concerned with the potential social implications- the implications to my experiment were far more damaging."
"A viable clone of a vampire genome could never arise from a human oocyte, and because vampires don't produce oocytes I was faced with a crushing dilemma: my original efforts were ruined. I was furious, delusional even. It was only after the solitude and anguish of several weeks that I realized the possibility with which I was now presented- I had successfully amplified DNA containing the vampire gene. The amount of time and effort I put into my new work is a detail both regrettable and unsettling; so I won't address it here, but allow me tell you that my results were pleasing. I have synthesized a compound that blocks the vampire gene products, and can revert vampiric somatic cells back into functioning eukaryotic cells."
Jacob stopped pacing and eyed his captive audience, he almost seemed as if he were going to bow.
"You're mad, a maniac. It's not too late to stop this Jacob" Dr. Carlisle Cullen said with frothing vehemence.
"Come now Carlisle, I expected you of all people would appreciate my efforts." Said Jacob smiling cruelly.
"You may think I'm some sort of monomaniacal scientist, but what else could I be Carlisle? What role is left for poor Jacob to play but the villain? The star-crossed lovers are already cast- what's left in the great globe for Jacob? Your clan and mine have settled all disputes! The volturi and vampire tribes have no further drama! I was a corner stone in the house of war, but that house was demolished- all the pieces were strewn about and then gathered back up to erect a memorial wall of peace. And in that wall I'm just a simple brick. But no more! Brick by brick, stone by stone, I'll dismantle it all. Maybe when the dust settles… "
Jacob looked like he was going to continue, but didn't.
Carlisle was certain he was going to say something more, but instead Jacob just shrugged and then proceeded to empty a syringe into Carlisle's neck. When the contents were emptied Jacob discarded it and stepped back several paces to observe his work. Jacob realized that his earlier preparations to impress Carlisle with his eerily and dimly lit laboratory weren't very conducive to scientific observation- he couldn't tell if any physical change had affected Carlisle.
"Do you feel anything?" Jacob asked.
"Wha- what did you do to me?" Carlisle stuttered out.
Jacob produced another syringe and again jabbed it into Carlisle's neck. Carlisle seemed to pass out. Jacob untied Carlisle from the beam he was tied to and checked his pulse. Nothing. Jacob stood and turned back to face one of the many pictures of Bella.
"Well Carlisle it's quite simple- Vampires are immune to cyanide, humans are not… I cured you."
With a horrible laugh he threw open the shutters to the lab and moonlight poured in. Jacob began to convulse and transform. His lab coat was torn to shreds as he nearly double in size. Jacob burst out the window of his lab and ran to the top of the nearest hill. The moonlight was his success and he bathed in it. He howled at it.