No One's POV:
"Jacob, I love you." a small voice said, the voice of a girl.
As Jacob blinked through the dark to see who had said this to him, he felt the pull of his arm. He turned to see a black figure.
He leaned closer and saw the face of the black figure, and when he did he was frozen there, just staring at her. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had pale, milky skin, chocolate brown hair, eyes as green as the forests after a fresh rain, and the prettiest smile he had ever seen.
He took a breath, she looked familiar, but he wasn't too sure who she was. But when she said that she loved him, she could tell that she meant. The way he felt when he was with this mysterious girl, was something he had never felt.
He felt that he had some bond to her, but what was it? How could he possibly be bonded to a girl he didn't even know? He pushed these questions to the back of his head, as she enveloped him in a warm hug, nuzzling her head in to his neck.
Jacob surprised himself when he put his arms around her, hugging her closer. He breathed in the smell over her, her hair the smell of fresh rain. He always loved that smell. When she started kissing his neck, he even started to hear himself moan.
He looked out to his surroundings, which he hadn't noticed before. All around him was the green forest of forks, dripping with wet branches, the tall trees hiding the stars, only letting half the moon peak out. Jacob knew these trees, they were the ones he climbed as a kid.
He turned his attention back to the girl in his arms, he drew her left hand, examining her slim beautiful fingers. On her ring finger she had a little silver ring with a small cut diamond at the top. He flipped her hand over. The ring had an inscription on the back:
Bells, your all I live for -Jacob
Jacob read it over once, twice, three times. He let out a gasp, who was this girl and why did she have his name engraved on a ring on her wedding ring finger? What the hell was going on?
He let go of the girl named Bells and looked all around. Her face showed a sign of confusion, as if him holding her was the only right thing.
"Jacob....I don't under-"
A growl ripped through the forest as if it were thunder, frightening Jacob, and ultimately the girl named Bells. Bells quickly started for the opposite was, grabbing at Jacob's hand.
"Jacob, their back! Jacob, please we need to hurry!"She tugged his arm with authority, but he stayed planted to the same spot of grass. He was not only clueless at to who this girl was, but clueless to what she was running from.
He readied himself, the growls got closer, ready to see the face of the beast making the dangerous growling noises. He felt as if he had the strength to fight whatever was coming.
"Jacob! Jacob! I won't loose you!" She sobbed, but she clearly knew Jacob would not budge.
Jacob trained his eyes to see far in to the darkness, to see beast. It wasn't working as well as he thought.
Suddenly, from a large tree trunk, a figure leaped, and gracefully made it past Jacob in the blink of an eye. From what Jacob could tell, it was a person, it was undetermined if this fast moving creature was really a human.
The beast finally stopped at Bells, who was trying to get away, tripping over her feet in the process. It circled around her, mocking her attempt to run away.
Finally, before Jacob could comprehend it, she was on the ground, the beast leaning over her, his mouth on her neck, almost as if he were kissing it. She screamed out in bloody murder, the color being drained right out of her, as if she had any before.
Before Jacob could lift a foot, he knew she was gone, and so was the beast. It was all his fault. The beast had took one winning glance back at Jacob, and without another word, he was gone. Jacob found the will power to walk over to the body of the girl named Bells.
Her green eyes, open, unmoving. Her skin somehow more pale than when he'd met her. Her body, motionless.
Jacob couldn't understand why, but he found tears in his eyes. He felt his anger rage through his bone, and up to his vocal cords, out of his mouth came a growl, something he had never done before. He didn't question why he had done it, but it felt right, as if it were an instinct of his. The tears he cried fell on to her motionless body.
He was unsure if he knew this girl named Bells, but the bond he had felt to this girl must have been something, because inside him now it swirled with sadness and anger. He had loved this girl, he must have.
He knew he would have to leave soon, leave the body in its place. He stood, still holding her cold, lifeless hand, warming it with his. Her hand drifted out of his. He held the end of her fingertips. Before letting go completely, he slipped her wedding ring off her finger, pocketing it in his jeans. It would be all that he would have left of the girl he must have loved.