Jacob's heart was pounding. He was hiding from Bella, who was still enraged because of Jacob's nickname 'Nessie' for her daughter. He chose to hide in the forest, knowing that he had better knowledge of the area.
After being turned to a bloodsucker, Bella had changed so much; Jacob barely could identify her as the same girl who he had spent some of the most cherished moments of his life. Her eyes were different now. They flickers, constantly changing from burning fire to freezing ice and anything in-between. Her smell was the worst, though. She smelt just like the other bloodsuckers, yet there's still the faint scent of the old her that made her scent that much worse. If only Jacob hadn't memorized how she had smelt like, he could pretend that the new addition to the Cullen family wasn't her, and that Bella had died in an accident, or moved out to be with her mother.
Of course, all of those are meaningless now, that he had found his true love, the one he imprinted to. Renesmee Cullen. Jacob used to wander how imprinting feels like, whether his attraction to Bella was a mere youth infatuation or was she the one for him, the only woman he'd love for the rest of his life with all his soul.
From the moment that he imprinted on Renesmee, he knew that his 'love' to Bella was shallow; a poor imitation of true, deep love he constantly had for Renesmee. It was, in retrospect, tragic. He could see traces of the old Bella in Renesmee. And, of course, her father's too. At the rare times he thought about it, an uneasy feeling began to well up in his chest, and he learned to stop thinking about her parents, and just focus on who she was.
"Jacob! I know you're here!"
Bella's coming for him. It's now or never. He had to do this. On long, lonely nights when he was alone, he had contemplated about it. After weeks of weighing out his options, he had made his decision. This shall be a transition. Something symbolic. The death of his old self, and the beginning of his new self.
He sighed, closed his eyes, and clenched his fist. Jacob focused his sense, the primal instinct of a wolf and a man combined, like never before. He became one with the living forest. Bella's angry screams were just as clear as her footsteps, the subtle movements of her eyes, every strand of her hair, and even the deadly venom in her veins. Jacob opened his eyes, looking straight at Bella's direction.
With the strength of a stallion, he leaped forward, instantly transforming into his wolf form. Bella, in her newly controllable power, built up speed in no time, going faster than a bullet train (okay, not really).
Fangs versus fists. Werewolf against vampire. Jacob and Bella, trying to kill each other. It would, and it will be left unknown what was running in their head at that time. Did they still remember the times they spent laughing together? Did they even know who that unnaturally big wolf or that suspiciously pale girl was?
Most people would say that, no, they were only concentrating on finishing off their respective opponent. There was no time to be having silly nostagia. But if they were there, they'd acknowledge that both of the warriors' eyes were hiding sadness behind the bloodlust.
It was fast. Faster than normal humans or normal wolves could even see. Both of them were going for the kill. They knew that it's not about who's stronger, but merely only who could get the first strike.
Two figures clashed in the forest. Both of them fell to the ground. Yet, one of them never got back up. The winner stood alone.
