SOULMATES

Disclaimer: The following quote is from Stephenie Meyer's Eclipse, however the rest of the story is right from my head

"I knew he would take advantage of the situation. I expected it. I held very still my eyes closed, my fingers curled into fists at my sides- as his hands caught my face and his lips found mine with an eagerness that was not far from violence.

I could feel his anger as his mouth discovered my passive resistance. One hand moved to the nape of my neck, twisting into a fist around the roots of my hair. The other hand grabbed roughly at my shoulder, shaking me, then dragging me to him. His hand continued down my arm, finding my wrist and pulling my arm up around his neck. I left it there, my hand still tightly balled up, unsure how far I could go in my desperation to keep him alive. All the while his lips, disconcertingly soft and warm, tried to force a response out of mine.

As soon as he was sure I wouldn't drop my arm, he freed my wrist, his hand feeling its way down my waist. His burning hand found the skin at the small of my back, and he yanked me forward, bowing my body against his.

His lips gave up on mine for a moment, but I knew he was nowhere close to finished. His mouth followed the line of my jaw, and the explored the length of my neck. He freed my hair, reaching for my other arm to draw it around his neck like the first.

Then both of his arms wre constricted around my waist, and his lips found my ear.

"You can do better than this, Bella," he whispered huskily. "You're overthinking it."

I shivered as I felt his teeth graze my earlobe.

"That's right," he murmured. "For once, just let yourself feel what you feel."

I shook my head mechanically until one of his hands wound back into my hair and stopped me.

His voice turned acidic. "Are you sure you want me to come back? Or did you really want me to die?"

Anger rocked through me like the whiplash after a heavy punch. That was too much- he wasn't fighting fair.

My arms were already around his neck, so I grabbed two fistfuls of his hair- ignoring the stabbing pain in my right hand- and fought back, struggling to pull my face away from his.

And Jacob misunderstood.

He was too strong to recognize that my hands, trying to yank his hair out by the roots, meant to cause him pain.

Instead of anger, he imagined passion. He thought I was finally responding to him.

With a wild gasp, he brought his mouth back to mine, his fingers clutching frantically against the skin at my waist.

A jolt of anger unbalanced my tenuous hold on self control; his unexpected, ecstatic response overthrew it entirely. If there had been only triumph, I might have been able to resist him. But the utter defenselessness of his sudden joy cracked my determination, disabled it. My brain disconnected from my body, and I was kissing him back. Against all reason, my lips were moving with his in strange, confusing ways they'd never moved before- because I didn't have to be careful with Jacob, and he certainly wasn't being careful with me.

My fingers tightened in his hair, but I was pulling him closer now.

He was everywhere. The piercing sunlight turned my eyelids red, and the color fit, matched the heat. The heat was everywhere. I couldn't see or hear or feel anything that wasn't Jacob."

-Stephenie Meyer's Eclipse

Bella's POV

I knew then that I loved him. But did I love him enough? More than Edward, the very thing I needed in life?

But I knew how much I needed Jacob, too. He was my personal sun. And what kind of world was it without the sun? I didn't want to live in darkness forever.

But I knew what would happen without Edward.

I didn't know what would happen without Jacob.

Had it ever occured to me what might happen if Jacob hadn't been there? If he had left me rather than Edward?

I didn't want my mind to get too far ahead of itself, but it went there anyway. I knew I couldn't live without him.

Somehow, Jacob ended up being the one to pull away.

He kissed me again, but not as intensely. This kiss was sweet and lingering. But then he bounded off towards the forest.

"Jacob," I said as loudly as I could manage, which was a whisper, but I was sure he could still hear me, "Be safe."

I crumpled down on the hard ground of the cliff as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I don't know how long I sat there like that, crying, before something cold touched my arm.

"Bella?" he asked in a worried voice.

I didn't answer - his utter obliviousness to my mindset made the crying come back harder and louder.

"You don't know how crazy that makes me," he muttered grumpily as he sat down while wrapping his arms around me at a human pace. I was surprised - he usually wasn't so slow.

Finally, I sniffled and said, "I've done something horrible."

"No, you haven't. You just kissed him, that's all," he crooned, rubbing my shoulders and back softly.

"I didn't just kiss him, Edward. I. . . I love him."

Edward grimaced.

"I'm sorry. . . " I sniffled again, "I just. . . He was going to kill himself, and. . . I. . . I love him. I'm so sorry, Edward."

I got to choose from two great things. But the bad thing about that was that one way or another, I broke one great heart.

"It's okay, Bella. You know I'll support whatever decision you make about this."

Why was he so understanding? Did he assume that I loved Jacob, just not as much as him? That was understandable, considering all that I've done to prove the point that I loved Edward, but not Jacob.

"It's not okay. I love you both, but. . . I think I love him more."

Edward's face was unreadable as he processed this information.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, hugging his statue form. But he didn't move at all in response. He just sat there.

He wasn't moving.

"Edward!" I shouted at him as I shook his arm. Seth seemed to be watching us intently.

He suddenly stood up, staring at Seth.

"You win, Dog," he told him in a calm voice. A scary voice.

Seth howled painfully. I realized he wasn't talking to Seth, but using him to communicate to Jacob through Seth's head. I was shocked.

Edward became a blur as he ran through the forest, leaving me alone. Seth trotted up to me and sat down next to me. He was huge compared to me, especially in his wolf form, but I took comfort in his presence. It meant Jake was there, in a way, too.

But Edward had left.

There was the hole again. The deep metaphorical gash that went right through my chest whenever Edward was gone. I would have to deal with that now - it would become part of my life from now on.

I ran my fingers through Seth's fur, which was surprisingly soft and comforting, until he stood up suddenly.

"What is it?" I demanded. Seth, of course, didn't respond.

I saw looked into the woods, following his gaze, but saw nothing. Seth let out a whimper.

"What's happening?" I demanded again. I needed to know. Immediately. Though I was sure any danger that scared Seth was beyond my control, it was still instinct to know everything.

Before I knew what was happening, a giant russet wolf came crashing through the trees at the same time as the exact shade of fiery red hair that had haunted my dreams for months appeared just a few meters from me. But Jacob was between us, and Seth was getting closer to the scene, moving from my side.