DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight. All characters were created by Stephanie Meyer. Thank you.

Chapter 1: A Rush of Blood to the Head

Jacob POV

Where am I?

Everything was dark. Pitch black. It took me a moment for my head to stop spinning. I couldn't begin to imagine what was going on. Even in a dark room there were walls, there was a door. Here...there was nothing. I put my hands in front of my and felt around. Nothing.

"Hello?"

I felt I should be scared. Nervous even. I was calm though. I put my hand up to my heart and felt… nothing. Well that is weird. Perhaps I'm dreaming? I tend to have weird dreams when I stay up late playing video games.

I thought about it for a second. While in thought I heard a voice… I had to quiet my thoughts so I could understand what was going on.

I felt a whirlwind pull me into a light and next thing I knew I was staring down at my body.

Whoa.

"Jake…. I'm sorry…" The man who said this was my co-worker, Sam. I watched as he ran a hand through his hair, wiping a tear from his eye with the back of his hand. After doing this, he picked up a blanket and threw it over me.

"What the hell man! I'm not dead!"

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to scream. I tried to reach down and pull the covering off of my body… How DARE he act like I'm dead.

I heard him talking over his radio. His police uniform had blood all over it. When I looked back down I noticed that my physical body had blood all around it as well. There was a buzzing in my ear and I tried to understand what happened. I could make out a few of Sam's word…

The memory came rushing back to me as quickly as it was taken away.

There was a vehicle accident.

I took a second to look behind me and noticed a vehicle that had run off the road. There was an ambulance and a woman sitting in the back with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was young. She was ok. I took a moment to be thankful for this. That's right… A deer ran in front of her car… she had swerved to hit it and missed.

Sam and I had pulled her out of her car and we were waiting for the ambulance to arrive. Sam offered to stay with her and I jogged up to get a water bottle from the trunk. I opened the trunk and rifled through the cooler in back….. and that was the last thing I remember.

It was then that I noticed a moving van on the other side of the road a ways up. The front had blood on it as well…

It made sense now.

I got hit.

This van hit me as I was retrieving a bottle from the trunk.

It hit me and I died.

I laughed.

I had taken down more bad guys then I could count. I've been shot. I've been punched. I couldn't believe this is what did me in…

Bella.

My wife.

The thought hit me almost as hard as the van did… I wouldn't get to grow old with her. I wouldn't have children with her. We were supposed to go to Hawaii this year. One more month and I would be sipping margaritas with my Bells on the beach.

I smiled.

I felt a tug and the memories started flooding my mind…

My mom holding out her arms to me as I ran to her. Kissing my scraped knee and putting a band-aid on it…. Sitting and listening to the preacher talk about how great of a wife, mother and friend she was… talk about how she was taken too soon from us…

My dad and I having talks… sitting outside on the porch swing and sharing a beer together…

My sisters…

"Bella… Bells… "

Her small and running up to me with pigtails in her… laughing and playing in the sand… our first kiss when we were 16… Her smile… She looks at me and pushes her forehead against me… "I love you"…

I'm in the whirlwind again. Sam is gone. I am gone. I feel my memories playing and there's a light at the end of a tunnel. It's bringing me closer and closer…

"NO!"

I think of Bells. I think of how much I love her. I veer away from the light. I'm thrown to the side and I go flying… floating seemed more appropriate. Something was pulling me toward them… almost like a magnet. A really strong industrial sized magnet.

I was pulled toward a Volvo driving down the road. I noticed a man sitting in the front seat. He didn't seem to notice as I entered his car. As true as this was, he sure as hell noticed when I entered him.

He slammed on the breaks and started clawing on his head. I noticed all my memories playing again. He must have been seeing them as well… hearing my thoughts.

"What the hell is going on!" He hissed.

I took a breath and talked… hoping I was right and he could hear me.

"My name is Jacob Black. I died. I need to know my wife is going to be OK. You're going to help me do that..."