Clearly I am not SM and do not own any of these characters. This is strictly a retelling of Eclipse from Jacob's perspective. This is my first attempt at a fan fic, so let me know what you think. Portions of each chapter will be direct quotes from SM's work, I do not mean to represent her work as my own, but was hoping to make the transition between my work and hers as seemless as possible. All standard disclaimers apply. I have no beta, so reviews are super helpful!!!

A note for this first chapter, I am not savvy enough to know how to include the ink splatters that exist in the real copy of Eclipse. Pretend they are there. LOL! Also I couldn't figure out how to insert different fonts, so the bolded words are meant to be in Jacob and Bella's handwriting. Hope it makes sense!

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Eclipse Jacob POV

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Chapter 1

SEE THE PROBLEM WITH ENEMIES IS, YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY HATE THEM, WITHOUT EXCEPTION

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Jacob,

I'm sorry. Please don't give up on me. I miss you.

Bella

Ouch. So I'm giving up on her.

I grabbed the only piece of paper I could find in my box-sized room and a pen and sat down to tell her just exactly what was wrong with that, but as soon as I'd written out those first five letters: B-E-L-L-A, I lost my nerve. I had no idea where to go from there. This is what our relationship was now. Notes carried from Charlie to Billy to me. Ugh.

I don't know why you're making Charlie carry notes to Billy like we're in second grade-if I wanted to talk to you I would answer the

But I did want to talk to her. She didn't want to hear what I had to say.

You made the choice here, Okay? You can't have it both ways when

When it's over. I finished the thought mentally. I shook my head against the image of Bella- cold and beautiful with glowing red eyes. My form began to tremble.

What part of 'mortal enemies' is too complicated for you to

Crack

Damn, I need another pen. This is pathetic. Keep it together, Jake. This is BELLA. I sighed. My Bella. Those beautiful brown eyes. That stubborn will and selfless nature. My friend. My forehead creased and I pressed my fists into my temples.

Look, I know I'm being a jerk, but there's just no way around

The pen broke again, but this time it was the weight of my despair that crushed it. Anger was easier to bear than this…this…loss. There was a Bella-shaped hole right there in my room. Wherever I went, it came with me. I felt empty as I imagined her there with them. Unnaturally comfortable in that reeking, sterile, frosty house.

We can't be friends when you're spending all your time with a bunch of

I let out a deep sigh. Nope, can't say that either. This is ridiculous; I should just go over there right now and take her. I don't like thinking of her there with them. Hideous bloodsuckers, and my sweet Bella aching to be one of them! I would love an excuse to start the war. To go in and get her out like the prisoner she is. A shiver like a convulsion whipped down my spine.

It just makes it worse when I think about you too much, so don't write anymore

I cringed. Is that really what I want? NOT to hear from her? Do I really want her to fade out of my life, my memory? Would that make things better? It seemed like another lifetime, that Bella had been a regular fixture in my garage. A happier time when I still felt normal on occasion. It was easy for us, then. It couldn't have been more natural or normal. I sighed again.

Yeah I miss you, too. A lot. Doesn't change anything. Sorry.

Jacob

What did she want from me? She definitely doesn't want to hear what I want to say. I'd love to tell her the truth without holding back. I'd love to tell her that I could still fulfill my promise to her, despite her irrational feelings for that leech, but how? I was fighting a losing battle to even try.

I contemplated tearing off just the last bit of the note to give to Billy, but decided I'd let her hear it. All of it. Let her get a glimpse of what I was thinking. Maybe it would discourage her from writing again, I snorted darkly.

I bounded into the living room and shoved the note roughly toward my father. "Here." He began to speak, but I held my hand up to silence him. I was too ticked off to listen to his explanations, his hopes for a different future. "Just deliver it, Dad. I've got pack stuff." And with that, I slid out of my pants and tucked them into the band around my leg-taking off through the front door. I phased before my paws hit the gravel walk.

Stupidly, I didn't get my mind refocused off of Bella before the pack could take a front row seat to the horror movie playing in my mind.

Ugh, not again. Seriously, Jake, you're making me suicidal.

Shut up, Leah.

Quiet. Sam's Alpha voice silenced us. Something was up.

The Council has asked that we step up patrols. Apparently there is evidence of vampire activity in Seattle.

A growl seemed to emanate from all of our minds and bodies in unison. I heard Quil swear in his mind in worry for Claire.

What's up? I asked, anxious to get a plan together. I'd love to do ANYTHING that would push back against the feeling of helplessness in the vampire department that currently existed in my head and heart.

Some of the headlines are eerily similar to our stories. It's a warning. We know what the other humans, don't. There are monsters out there and we need to be prepared to protect our lands.

A general whoop of ascent ran through the pack. We were going to do our job. You could almost see the excitement and purpose in the air. This was exactly what I needed; I needed to be too busy to think. I saw her face in my mind and dreamed of touching it. Leah made a sound somewhere between a growl and a heave. I'm gonna be sick. She thought right at me. I snarled back at her and showed her a memory of Sam and Emily by the bonfire…Leah coiled backward, but Sam's order stopped her before she could spring at me.

Enough, he said, with the Alpha timbre still strong in his voice. We have to focus. We have a job to do.

We were back on track now and Sam handed out patrol orders to all of us. I was happy that he'd given me the longest and hardest shifts. Sam really was a good guy and I was glad that he had been willing to stay on as Alpha when I'd changed. I didn't want the job and I was starting to think I wasn't ever even meant for it.

I got out of wolf form the minute I could. I couldn't handle Leah for another second, not to mention Paul and Quil, both tearing me apart with the joy that radiated through them as a result of their imprintings. The truth was I was more comfortable as a wolf, but saner as a man, though I was happy neither way. I hadn't felt whole in either form since that night that the littlest bloodsucker had shown up to Bella's. I went back to the house to get what little rest I could before it was time to go to work, thankful that my different nature made sleep come so easily. It was the last refuge available to me.