Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

A/N: You can blame the Eclipse movie for this story, it motivated me for an idea I had for a while. I have a few options swimming around my head about this, deciphering whether the story will be short or lengthier, but despite my indecision I needed to start this.

It feels like a fresh, original idea to me, giving me stamina to write. But, like the majority of people out there, I'm busy. So this might be put to the back burner.

But, without any further adieu- Enjoy & Please review!

Jacob`s POV

An imprint isn`t was you think it is.

It`s not rational, or predictable; it a phenomenon that is hard to grasp, hold or withstand, especially when it defies the boundaries of a species and morality within that given species.

Explaining what I felt to another person is difficult; explaining what I felt accurately to another person is impossible. My situation made this statement amplify in meaning, taking it to an entirely different level.

Imprinting makes gravity move regardless of the situation though and I knew I would be what my imprint needed regardless of what happened. It was a promise my body forced me to make when I saw her.

What is dominantly misunderstood is that fact that we, as shape shifters, have the majority of influence on what our imprintees deems us in their lives. We can either decide the swaying of gravity is meant to accompany true love, or something more platonic, protective and sentimental than the pleasures of the flesh. We ultimately decide what our imprint needs.

That was a choice I made, and I made with great implications.

Seeing Bella`s body wring with pain forced my eyes still on her body. Her pale skin splotchy with purple and blues of the deepest sea made her look helpless and headed for death. But I had to think otherwise...

I couldn`t lose my Bella.

Even if she really didn`t belong to me any longer.

Even if she really was the bloodsucker's wife, bearing the bloodsucker's child, I had to keep hope she would make it. And I had to accept that it wouldn`t be as a mortal with rosy cheeks as she once had.

"Bella I need to induce labour right away." Carlisle spoke, his topaz eyes dancing with worry. Bella's reply was more of a painful whimper than a yes or a nod of her head. That didn't distract Carlisle though from the task ahead of him, he remained as keen and focused as ever.

Edward stood directly across from me, his face scorn with awful distaste. His pale skin looked ghostly with his eyes so dark with self hate, despite their lingering colour.

"It's too late Carlisle; she can't stay any longer within the womb." Edward stated in a decisive haste as he glanced over to me observing my wary eyes.

"Be ready then Edward." Carlisle ordered stabbing Bella with needles filled with clear fluids of all sorts of purposes. I couldn't look away from Bella's matted hair as the sound of tearing skin filled the room. Everyone was there, prepared for anything- except for me.

I wasn't ready for her or what would become of all of us.

Bella's heart beat became frailer and frailer, her face barely able to react despite the pain that scarred every limb of her body. She was dying, I was losing her.

"Now!" Carlisle shouted among the panic, my heart tearing. I knew the order, Bella's death sentence. Not that this baby wasn't already the ultimatum in killing her.

I had to look away from Bella's face at that point. I couldn't resist watching as the bloodsucker drained the life from her as he nipped Bella's neck, then her shoulder, then the crease of her elbow making the room rank of deathly sweet venom while Carlisle dug through the torn flesh to remove the child she gave her life for.

It wasn't worth it.

It really wasn't it worth it….

I didn't want to look at the demon spawn, but I couldn't look away when Carlisle went to hand her to Edward.

Despite the blood, the death, she was beautiful; she was glowing with a force I couldn't describe. Gravity shifted, and my first desire was to rip her from the bloodsucker's arms- yet she was one.

And that bloodsucker was her father.

Something in my jerked at that thought, Edward wasn't fit to be a father. Yet rationally I knew he was, he had everything a child would want or ask for, and he was beyond perfectly affectionate. I tried to shake the thought of him as a death wish to this child, but that doubt was assuring me- he was okay, for now and time would only tell.

When Rosalie scooped the child possessively my attention could flash back to Bella's curling and screaming body as the venom pumped through her. My thoughts were torn between Renesmee and her dying mother; choosing one to love was impossible.

My attention was quickly again ripped away when a snarled ripped from Edwards throat. My eyes narrowed at him; crouched in the far corner of the room, teeth flared and out of control. I didn't understand.

"Rosalie, get the Baby out of here, now!" Alice screamed her voice cracking in her desperate call. It didn't take much maternal intuition from Rosalie to move, but it was barely enough before Alice and I crashed against Edwards' chest in order to stop him. His eyes were ravenous; he was a crazed animal hunting his prey.

And his prey was his daughter.

His prey was my imprint.

"Emmett, Jasper-help me get him out of here!" Alice screeched all while Bella's body reacted violently to the venom. My world felt like it was falling apart, yet falling into place all at the same time.

Edward was ripped from the room, assumedly away from Renesmee, and I couldn't do anything more but stay by Bella's side. The longing for Renesmee waned, but I ignored it for my imprint's mother's sake.

I held her hand, and stayed by her side for hours on end letting the venom drag through her body despite the dire consequences I knew it would have. I just had to wait, I could do nothing else.

Bella's scent changed within second, as I expected it to, the venom changing her. But something went as unexpected, not her heart beat, her skin, her being swallowed by death- it was her scent.

It wasn't sickening; whatever it was slowly becoming, wasn't sickening in the least.

It was tantalizing, luring and absolutely free from the smell of sickly death.

Bella wasn't a vampire- nor was her child.

They were something else entirely.

Please review, It's a very different piece from what's out there at the moment!

Hope you enjoyed! :)