...Because I hate Twilight in general (but have read all four books) and I especially despise Bella/Edward and I think Jacob's too good for Bella.
This is total crap, of course, in which Renesmee is never born and Bella is changed in another way. Don't ask me to elaborate--this is the only Twilight fanfic I will ever write.
Anywho, don't own Twilight, thank God. All rights belong to Stephanie Meyer and her lot of people(s).
Now that she's a vampire, too, Bella's slaps carry a lot more weight. So, when she slaps Edward across his pretty marble face, his whole head snaps to one side and he—could he produce proper tears still—begins to cry in pain.
"I finally realized, Cullen," she seethes, "that you're not the one who really loves me."
And she storms out of the glass walled house, into the woods—screaming for Jake.
"Bells, what is it?" he cries, phasing into human form (remaining in his natural state), and circles her, inspecting her for gaping holes.
"Jake, I'm fine," she replies. "I just saw—at long last—that you love me better than Edward."
Her newborn's crimson eyes shine with hope.
"It's good that you're fine, Bells," he answers, slowly. Leah emerges from the trees to stand, in wolf form, next to Jacob. "But…you took too long. I've got Leah now." He smiles gently, hoping to ease the pain but Bella begins to scream and runs away to join the Volturi, and Felix, who beats her.
Senseless.
As if Bella had any to begin with.