Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is the property of Stephenie Meyer, says so in the Copyright. Plainly speaking, I do not own the characters, situations and plot of Twilight nor did I make any money from writing this fanfiction. Harry Potter is the legal property of J.K Rowling. I do not own the characters, settings plots and so forth from the series nor do I profit monetarily from this fanfiction.

Author's Note: Finally, I've posted something after all these long months of nothing. Fortunately, re-writing the story isn't as hard or tiresome as I had thought it would be and writing is going smoothly. I feel that doing it this way will properly introduce the characters and their story and I don't want to leave this fiction with two-dimensional characters and a weak plot. So, enjoy the new improvements!

For Previous Readers: The chapters will have content from I Caught Myself, but are still vastly different from the original, so I'm pretty sure it won't be like beating your head over with a stick if you read this story.

Also, I'm in search for a Beta. Any suggestions?

Pairings:

Edward/Jacob

Harry/Jasper

Alice/Bella

and the rest canon.

Sorry if the story character thing confuses people!

Preface

It was a scene of beauty; of breathtaking romanticism that jolted a place in my soul and weakened a stronghold in my heart. One pure moment that shook the core out of my unfailing resolve.

The utter melting gaze of her love for him and his for her that undermined what I had held so close for so long. It broke in my soul, all the memories where I had placed my glass-thin mirroring of love.

I, a broken man who had lived falsely for years on her innocent brown eyes and wide smile, lay battered in the ruined shambles of my ruined glass love and saw it for what it was. The magic that had until now beat heartily in its conviction; whispered words of warmth untangled, bearing what I had known all along.

I did not love her as the once seductive tendrils of her spell dictated. My body did not want for the solace of her arms once the magic's charm wore away. My eyes did not suffer the absence of her face. I could breathe air that was fresh of her presence, think thoughts that centered no longer on her. I was free of her call.

And I no longer knew how to live.

For so long, it was she that sustained me, she that had controlled my thought and action. Gently fingering the shattered glass I came to realize that my old world was dependent on her; her well-being, her happiness. It overshadowed and clinched itself to form what I had previously thought were my own wants.

All around, the new world ran so clear before me; the roads many and everlasting. I knew not which path to travel. So I sat, surrounded by devastated ruin and traced my false love to the very beginning; to the day I met Isabella Swan.

Broken Dreams

Jacob watched pathetically as the girl he had been sure he loved gave birth to a monster. What could he possibly do to stop this abhorrence from being born? Could he rip the thing from his best friend's belly and snap its neck while she fought to see that it lived to 'birth'? The Native American recoiled from the word, a word too loving to call this act. Birth wasn't what you called a vampire chomping at the hardened skin of a woman's belly just to get the wretched thing out of her womb. The thing Bella craved so much she'd risk her life to save it.

He could not condone the birth of a monster, nor its creation, but he was proud of her strength; strength that had been missing from her for so long. She hadn't been strong enough to resist temptation and fell for a leech. She wasn't strong enough to fight for herself and instead fought for them, the ones that took away her chance at humanity, at life. She had no strength enough to admit that she did more harm than good with her indecision; weak enough to not be selfish and weak enough to be selfish.

Contradictions in their own right and Jacob vilified her with every chance he got. He detested that she'd rather die; become one of them, than keep her father happy. That she'd rather sacrifice a family to cling on to a creature that shouldn't have existed. That she'd turn her back on her family, her loved ones for them. For him, a bloodsucker who had stolen his best friend before she had a chance to live – before Jacob had a chance to save her. A fucking Vampire who tortured her frail body in such a way…a stupid fuck – who stole – who took everything he'd known – twisted it – made him fall for –

Jacob flinched back from the cries of the baby, hoping that he hadn't heard those last bitter and hurt thoughts; praying that he didn't catch on to what Jacob had so far successfully hid for so long.

Bella lay there dying on a table and what did he do? Wallow in regrets; in pity.

"Renes . . . mee. So . . . beautiful."

He was struck by the choked gasp, violently pulling away from his tortured thoughts once more. He forced himself to watch, helpless as Edward laid that shrieking thing on her chest. It went against all of his instinct to let him do that; instinct proven right when the beast bit into her.

A wild growl tore from his dry throat and he snatched the ugly mess of blood and leech into his shaking hands, ready to rip the fragile head clean from its shuddering body. He cradled the thing in one hand, the other swiping out to grip its neck when the warmness of it caught his attention and pictures erupted in his head.

They were blasphemous; speaking of a future he yearned so badly for, a future where they would be together and he'd – he'd need Jacob as much as the shifter needed him. A future that could never happen because of her and because of what they were. And Satan's spawn had no qualms in giving Jacob glimpses of that perfect future and ripping away at what little tremulous sanity he had left. A cry shook his body and the baby fell from his hands. He didn't care; it deserved to die. That thing had taken away his best friend; at his only chance of love. It owed him; a life for a life.

It was Bella's failing heart, that once again drug him from his deprecating mind and though he hated what she had brought into this world, the thought of her dying struck a stronger cord in his heart. Here he was accepting her death and she was still alive.

Jacob forgot entirely about the leech's spawn and rushed to save her, performing CPR to the best of his ability while Edward scrambled around for something. When the frantic vampire injected his venom into her failing heart Jacob had to leave, had to get out of there. So he fled, running as quickly as he could to the living room below where he wouldn't have to see the death of his friend.

It all happened so fast and the only thing that was clear was Bella's murderer in Blondie's arm and the changing of a heart above me.

And the fucked up mess Jacob had willingly gotten himself into.

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Edward watched her pale face frozen in death; heard her furiously beating heart pump his venom through her veins, poisoning her blood. It wouldn't be long now. The venom would soon revive the life within her and screams would begin anew in the room once more. Until then his sole companion was silence. Silence not even the thoughts of his family could penetrate.

Family.

A small smile lifted his lips. He thought of his beautiful daughter, conjuring images of her newly cleaned form, her all knowing chocolate eyes; eyes that were just like his mother's. Eyes that held full awareness, the thought startled the bronze haired vampire. They reminded him so much of Bella that he knew he'd cherish them for the rest of his days.

A mewl alerted the wondering creature to the beginning change and quickly he made his way to Bella. The venom was making quick work through her battered, broken body, eating away at the little morphine remaining in her system. Edward cringed as her cries of pain mounted. He hated her pain; it worked through his own, wrapping around it in a suffocating cocoon, increasing tenfold – except he could no longer feel her pain. Not a second later he shook the thought away, believing that their connection was probably tampered with by the change; nothing serious to worry about.

Bella was alive. Harmed, but alive and that was all that mattered. Yet, what had been true since the day he had met the little brunette meant little now and what he had feared since first touching his lips to hers had come true.

The sweet intoxicating scent, rich with honey and vanilla that had brought the monster that he was to the surface had finally fled. The scent that had called his heart to hers - gone. It was as if he had been finally released from his chains and he was ignorant in what to do.

The fear that had hidden deep within his subconscious surfaced, and it was strong. It had lurked for years, building in power, pulling in every stray undesirable thought. It yelled that he had never once felt an inkling of the desire that had encompassed his body, shouted that the love permeating his soul was false, a lie twisted to gain advantage over his thirst – an incentive to bite into the weak flesh of her human throat. Edward didn't want to believe any of it; he wanted to sink back into the practiced confines of the safe world he had learned since meeting the young girl. If he didn't he would know that he truly had been a fool, misled by the bloodlust that ruled his body and by locking away his 'monster' he had created a room to place his true self in favor of being normal – as normal and peaceful as the pathetic humans he imitated and wished to be. With the prison of her blood's call gone he would have to acknowledge the love that had been denied of him.

With rage he tore around the once sterile room, destroying the steel that occupied it. It was a long while before his rage melted into frustration, then overwhelming sadness, but still he did not want to acknowledge what had been revealed the moment venom set upon blood.

It was with total calm he re-bent the steel, methodically cleaning the long since dried blood with bleach as he went along. With that finished and he under control, he wandered down the stairs to the living room where his family was gathered.

He immediately went to Rosalie's side where she stood by Emmett and the younger vampire's beloved plasma, cuddling the newborn in long, pearly arms, naked of cloth because of the sleeveless turtleneck she wore. Esme and Carlisle lounged on the sofa, the coven's chosen mother watching the newborn with happy tawny eyes, the doctor smilingly lightly; Jasper and Alice were nowhere in sight.

Seeing his little baby in the blonde's arm drove him crazy and for once in a long time he let his monster take over, reveling in the sense of empowerment. Looking at the sweet, soft flesh of his baby he became attuned once more with the predator he was, his senses enhancing, his thought processes speeding now that they were free from the trying task of locking half of his self away.

Possessiveness broiled under his venomous tongue, eyes hardening to coal as he growled deep and long. Mine!, was the catalyst to the anger taking over him, to the borrowed blood of day old bear rushing swiftly through his body, revitalizing his limbs.

"Give her to me, Rose!"The threat was clear in his voice, powering the craving to tear her limb from limb because she dared to hold his child, his girl, in her arms. He quivered with forced stillness, willing himself to not attack his sister by holding on to the last rational thoughts left unchained from the blinding rage blinding the usually stoic vampire's sensibility.

Rose shot him a contemptuous glare, moving her body away from his, coiled to spring and he would've hurled himself at her if she hadn't been holding his precious child in her stony embrace. He crouched low; teeth flashing like bone. He wanted his baby now.

In the back of his mind Edward could make out her frantic thoughts, her desperate need to love a child of her own and raise them to success; her need to care and nurture and be needed and loved with the innocence of a child and with that part he could understand her pain, her want, but there was no way that she was taking his child from him. No way in hell would Edward let that happen.

"I know Rose, but she's mine." His words were spoken with the ease of a predator, promises of what was to come, but underneath that; underneath the supple assurance of the future's certainty lay his heart, and his love for the female he'd grown to know and admire over the course of seventy-five years. With that in mind he finally relaxed his rigid position and stood.

Edward didn't want to hurt the blonde vampire; Rosalie was his sister, the stronghold of his family – but he would not let anyone come between him and his daughter.

"She's mine, Rose; my little girl."

She broke under the whispered truth, her guarded expression fell into one of agony and a desperate cry rose from her throat, so pure and broken that it resonated around the room. Her one chance to be a mother was not her one chance at all.

Broken blue eyes stared down at his child as if she were the sun that fueled the earth and subsequently her life before making a slow trek to Edward whose eyes blazed with impatience. Her chest shook with unreleased sobs, her absent tears hitting him worse than he expected. Vampirism, her worst enemy, would never give her the solace of tears.

She handed Renesmee over to him slowly, as if she never wanted to let go of the gift given to her heart and her family; her arms were so still Edward knew there was no control left in her body, she had reverted to a vampire's natural state of being. Her arms did not shake with emotion as she reluctantly handed the squirming girl to the bronze haired vampire, her eyes did not weep, her lips never quivered – she was still as a statue, and that was her emotion.

Edward took the baby from her carefully, and didn't begrudge a kiss to the peachy forehead of his sweet girl.

Rosalie stared at the wonder and fierce love of Renesmee being his illuminating her elder brother's face and knew she could no longer stand to hate him for his choices. It tore her up to think that she could've possibly been wrong to oppose him, but she had had to; she had had to admit what the others were too blind to see, she had had to stand for the safety of her family when none of them saw fit to and she had been villianized for it. Her opinion had been reduced to pettiness, trivial and worthless among her family's wish for Edward's happiness and the life of a human whose blood sung of dreams magical and a hairs breadth away from his yearning fingertips. For once, Rose was forced to think of everything she and her family would've missed if they had done what was best for their safety and protection. She was tortured with the agony of knowing what was right wouldn't have brought Renesmee to them and confronted with the cherubic innocence of her newborn niece, Rosalie felt true guilt.

The revelation was too much for Rosalie to handle and she flitted from the room, Emmett following shortly after, concern etched on his boyish face.

Edward was lost to the world after that; living on a plane where he and his daughter existed alone. He watched her bowed mouth widened with a yawn, the sound high and cracking at the edges. Puffy eyelids opened slowly as if the world waited on her to act and at this moment, Edward's world did. Thin black lashes fluttered as warm brown eyes gazed alertly at the male holding her and a flurry of images flooded his mind. He gasped as the colorful pictures merged into something coherent and right and Renesmee's first smile was fond as she stared at her amazed daddy.

The century old vampire wondered at his daughter's gift, not really focusing on any particular picture until he recognized a reoccurring face as odd. No concentration was needed to stop the screenplay and he immediately looking at a still of a reddish-gold haired vampire staring with amusement at a large russet wolf running away, a child not yet five clutching his back with a large grin on her face. Stunned, Edward realized the little girl was the very one he held in his arms, the amused himself and the wolf – Jacob Black. What was screamed so effortlessly from the still was pure joy.