Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer.
I was in the forest, patrolling alone. We didn't need to patrol in groups anymore; vampires hadn't come near Forks for years. The same years after the Cullens left, taking Bella with them. She hadn't been changed while in town, and I had no idea what had happened to her, though I feared the worst. Just thinking of her as a vampire, cold and hard, made me furious. I hated them, all vampires, with a passion. They had ruined my life. If they didn't exist, Bella would be here, with me. I wouldn't be this enormous monster padding through the forest. I would be happy.
Then I smelled it. Vampire. The scent was cold enough to burn and far too sweet. Sickening. What should I do? If I called my brothers, it might get away. If I went after it alone, I might lose. And then I noticed the scent was familiar. No. It couldn't be. I rushed toward the scent, despair and anger driving me faster and faster.
I burst through the trees, into a meadow. I suppose that this was what we were looking for so long ago, but I barely noticed my surroundings. Bella.
But it wasn't Bella. There was no warmth, no softness. She was a being from my nightmares. A cold, marble statue. Crystal, hard. She hadn't aged from eighteen. And she was more beautiful than I could have imagined.
She seemed surprised to see me. "Jacob?"
It was too much. Her voice was no longer her own. It was smooth, silky. The voice of one that I was built to destroy. I charged her.
And suddenly I couldn't move. Bella's face had become sad when I charged. "I'm sorry," she said. Anguish built in me, for it really was Bella, in the form of a monster.
She came forward, walking towards me slowly, and sat down a few feet next to me. "I couldn't find a way to keep you my friend, Jacob," she said sadly. Then she said nothing at all. I was immobile, but apparently I could still phase back, for I did, after calming myself in the what must have been hours that she kept me still, for I realized that she must be the reason I couldn't move.
After I changed back, she stood up. She walked towards me. I could do nothing, though if I could have moved, I do not know what I would've done. Closer and closer she came. She touched me, with her unnaturally cold hands. She hugged me far harder than she should've been able to. We stayed like that for an immeasurable moment, and then she let go. "I'm sorry, Jacob," she said one more time. Then she levitated a foot off the ground and started floating away, at first slowly, then so fast she blurred. When I couldn't see her anymore, I could suddenly move again. I phased and dove back into the forest.
I ran until I was completely exhausted, and kept running until I collapsed. My anguished and conflicting feelings, however, raged on.
AN: I have noticed that a lot of people want me to continue the story. Unless I come up with a brilliant idea for a plot or someone sends me one, this probably will not happen. I might write the same events in Bella's point of view, and a little bit after, if the mood strikes me.