Justice Does Not Discriminate

(Billy POV)

"I heard something," I said sharply. Jacob looked at me in surprise, and stopped the car. I was coming home from fishing with Charlie and Jacob.

"What do you think it was?" Jacob asked. I listened carefully. The noise again! This time, I noticed Jacob heard it too.

"I think someone must have gotten lost in the woods," I replied, "Help me out and we'll go look."

Jacob quickly got my wheelchair and helped me out into it.

"Which direction?" he asked.

"Straight ahead," I replied and he pushed my chair into the woods. Ahead, there was a figure behind some trees. She was clearly female with a feminine figure, and she was standing, her head moving back and forth. Jacob stopped moving. I turned in my seat to look at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He bent down, his face gleeful.

"That's the Cullen doctor's little wife," he whispered, "Bet something happened!"

I also smiled; my traditional beliefs told me that she deserved whatever she had gotten. Nevertheless, I could not help but to remember that we helped everyone. Nonhumans deserved our assistance too, right? They were like us, sort of. At least like Sam. I thought about this.

"No, no, no, no, no," I heard her whispered. Her voice was sweet and motherly, but filled with such pain I could not just turn away and go home.

"Let's go see what's wrong, Jake," I said simply, and he frowned but pushed me forward. As we moved close enough to see her, I finally saw Mrs. Cullen for the first time. I was breathless. She was young, only in her late-twenties, and had a slight frame. Her hair was a soft caramel and fell into drenched curls. She was soaking wet, probably from the rainstorm earlier that had ended the fishing trip, and her clothes clung to her body. The clothes were clearly expensive, and now were ruined. Her face was turned to us; she looked like a model with her perfect lips, high cheekbones, and the most stunning eyes I had ever seen with brilliant golden irises. She looked scared and pained, her arms wrapped around her, close to tears.

"Are you lost?" I heard Jacob ask, almost annoyed.

"Yes," she whispered, in the voice of an angel, "Yes, I think I am."

"You'll catch your death out here," I said quietly. She down at me, considering.

"Oh…yes. I probably should go home," she said quickly, and I noticed the slight wince at the word 'home'.

"Your children will be waiting," Jacob said shortly. She shook her head.

"No, they're out this week. Hiking," she said quietly. She was obviously lonesome. I thought for a moment, and smiled.

"You should probably come home with us then," I said quickly. Anything to keep this beautiful woman from her suffering. She shook her head fast, wet curls flying.

"I can't…," she whispered, and I realised what she meant. The treaty.

"We can't just leave you," I said firmly, though I knew Jacob was wishing for just that. She looked confused. Just because there was a treaty did not mean we hated her, right? How could we hate such a person?

"I'll be fine, really," she insisted, but she obviously had no energy to even sound as if she believed that. Her eyes said that she was plainly never going to be fine ever again. I knew that look too well.

A/N: Yes, I know your are all totally going to kill me for fixing this up from the old version, but the rest will come soon! Besides, I am happier with this now, therefore I will probably complete it if my muse is in a good mood and doesn't have me writing about her own damned wants. If you hate it you should totally write a rant review and tell me how awful I am. If you loved it you should review faster that the haters. If you love/hate me you'll press that sexy green button!

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