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What would have happen if Bella hadn't lived through her touch delivery? Now more than 100 years later Bella is back well not her but her reincarnated soul is back Can the Cullen's stop themselves from telling the new Bella?

Prologue

Jacobs POV

"You stay with me now, Bella!" I yelled at her. "Do you hear me? Stay! You're not
leaving me. Keep your heart beating!"Her eyes wheeled, looking for me, or him, but seeing nothing.
I stared into them anyway, keeping my gaze locked there.
And then her body was suddenly still under my hands, though her breathing picked up
roughly and her heart continued to thud. I realized the stillness meant that it was over. I blew more air into her mouth, but there was nothing there. Just the lifeless rise of her
chest in response. I kept pumping her heart, counting, while he worked manically over
her, trying to put her back together. All the king's horses and all the king's men…
But there was nothing there, just me, just him. Working over a corpse.
Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled
corpse. We couldn't put Bella together again. I knew it was too late. I knew she was dead. I knew it for sure because the pull was gone. I didn't feel any reason to be here beside her. She wasn't here anymore. So this body had no more draw for me. The senseless need to be near her had vanished. Or maybe moved was the better word. It seemed like I felt the pull from the opposite direction now. From down the stairs, out the door. The longing to get away from here and never, ever come back. "Go, then," he snapped, and he hit my hands out of the way again, taking my place this time. Three fingers broken, it felt like. I straightened them numbly, not minding the throb of pain. He pushed her dead heart faster than I had. "She's not dead," he growled. "She's going to be fine." I wasn't sure he was talking to me anymore. Turning away, leaving him with his dead, I walked slowly to the door. So slowly. I couldn't make my feet move faster. This was it, then. The ocean of pain. The other shore so far away across the boiling water that I couldn't imagine it, much less see it. I felt empty again, now that I'd lost my purpose. Saving Bella had been my fight for so long now. And she wouldn't be saved. She'd willingly sacrificed herself to be torn apart by that monster's young, and so the fight was lost. It was all over. I shuddered at the sound coming from behind me as I plodded down the stairs—the sound of a dead heart being forced to thud. I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain. To burn away the images left from Bella's final minutes. I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that—the screaming, the bleeding, the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monsters tore through her from the inside out. I wanted to sprint away, to take the stairs ten at a time and race out the door, but my feet were heavy as iron and my body was more tired than it had ever been before. I shuffled down the stairs like a crippled old man. I rested at the bottom step, gathering my strength to get out the door. I looked to the living room there they were with Alice and Rosalie. They had killed my Bella to get out. My strength came back to me as I listened to the sound of the little executioners feeding. Strength and hate and heat—red heat washing through my head, burning but erasing nothing. The images in my head were fuel, building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed. I felt the tremors rock me from head to toe, and I did not try to stop them. Rosalie and Alice were totally absorbed in the creatures, paying no attention to me at all. They wouldn't be quick enough to stop me. Sam had been right. These things were an aberration—their existence went against nature. Black, soulless demons. Things that had no right to be. Things that had to be destroyed. It seemed like the pull had not been leading to the door after all. I could feel it now, encouraging me, tugging me forward. Pushing me to finish this, to cleanse the world of these abominations. They would try to kill me when the creatures were dead, and I would fight back. I wasn't sure if I would have time to finish them before the others came to help. Maybe,maybe not. I didn't much care either way. I didn't care if the wolves, either set, avenged me or called the Cullens' justice fair. None of that mattered. All I cared about was my own justice. My revenge. These things that had killed Bella would not live another minute longer. I didn't think I had it in me to kill Edward. Because I didn't have enough compassion for that. Why should I let him get away from what he'd done? Wouldn't it be more fair—more satisfying—to let him live with nothing, nothing at all? It made me almost smile, as filled with hate as I was, to imagine it. No Bella. No killer spawn. I wondered if the creature could be put back together. I doubted it. It was part Bella, too—so it must have inherited some of her vulnerability. I could hear that in the tiny, thrumming beat of its heart. Its heart was beating. Hers wasn' a second had passed as I made these easy decisions. I coiled myself, preparing to spring. Rosalie lifted her creature into the air to nuzzle her face against its cheek. Perfect. The new position was perfect for my strike. I leaned forward and felt the heat begin to change me while the pull toward this killer grew—it was stronger than I'd ever felt it before, so strong it reminded me of an Alpha's command, like it would crush me if I didn't obey. This time I wanted to obey. This murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be. Her piercing green eyes seemed to have wisdom in them. My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat—not a burning. It was a glowing. Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was—my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self—disconnected from me in that second—snip, snip, snip—and floated up into space. I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was. Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing—to the very center of the universe. I could see that now—how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain. The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood. It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now. Elizabeth. (breaking dawn chap. 18)

I woke with a start this dream had haunted me for almost a hundred years. I looked over at my wife Elizabeth it was both the saddest and happiest day in both of our lives. Before Elizabeth I had loved her mother who died giving birth to her and her brother.

When I first laid eyes on Elizabeth I had imprinted. Not long after we buried Bella we learned something was very different about Elizabeth and her brother EJ.

First thing they grew so much faster than normal children in the week they had been alive they looked to be about 6 months not 6 days. Secondly they had some special talents Elizabeth could not only read your thoughts like Edward but she could project her own thoughts into your head.

EJ could move things and blow them up as he willed.

The Cullen's had decided that after the funeral they would leave forks Edward was having a hard time dealing with the pain of losing his new bride.

So I went before the packs and the council members and told them I was leaving with the Cullen's it cause quite an uproar but they understood that keeping the fact that the Cullen's were vampires was a big deal and that my imprinting with Elizabeth would pull me where ever she went.

I had told my pack to rejoin Sam's pack but just like Seth and Leah they refused said they were coming with me.

A few years later in our new town Seth found his soul mate and imprinted. He and she moved back to La Push.

Leah was a total different story she didn't like the Cullen's but stayed by my side she never did live with them at first she keep away but after Seth left she got lonely and decided one day to ignore her dislike and came into the house the minute she took one look at EJ she got a strange look on her face.

I knew that look as did Edward she had just imprinted on his son.

Edward didn't like the fact that his two children had fallen in love with werewolves but he dealt with it.

Leah's mom almost had a heart attack when she heard the news but then again we could have said the same thing when we heard that she had remarried.

She had gotten married to Charlie Swan. Seth keep us informed on everyone from La Push and through the years we realized that that was all we were going to be able to do was hear it through Seth when Leah and I Imprinted we stopped aging all together.

The council said that we had a strange case that because we had imprinted with non-humans that they doubted we would ever stop phasing and here it was over a 100 years later and I still looked 17 years old.

We went back to Fork only a hand full of times but we always remained out of sight of people. We went back usually when they buried our friends.

When Sue died the Cullen's sent Charlie a letter and money saying it was so sad to have to burry a daughter and a wife before you.

Charlie's was probably the worst for us to go back to because it brought up in our minds losing Bella. After everyone from Charlie's funeral left the Cullen's, Leah and myself left our own little reminder we engraved on the back of his tombstone our own little comments.

But here we were 100 years later and everyone we had known and loved was gone. Sam had passed down to his son the knowledge of Leah and I and that if ever we or the Cullen's returned we were to be greeted with open arms as family.

My wife started to stir we needed to get ready for school. Today we would yet again start a new school. How was I to know today would be so different?

Thought having Charlie marry Sue was right.