A/N: Hey! This is my first Twilight fanfic. It sounds cheesy to me, but hopefully the people who read it will like it.
Time passed slowly. I could see him age, slowly as it was. I couldn't bear to look at myself afterwards, knowing I hadn't aged a bit. His hair was streaked with the occasional grey and lines were etched lightly on his face. All of his familiar features had disappeared. His smile. My smile. It had changed.
And here he was refusing to phase these days. Nessie wouldn't be seen with him. She was so upset that he didn't want to stay young. She traveled so much. Everywhere, Anywhere. Edward went with her. So it was Jacob and I alone. It was those days I fully regretted being changed. Regretted having Renesmee. I wished that Jake and I had gotten married and had just lived –not caring how old we were or looked. As I brushed his face as he slept, I understood why Edward was fascinated with me sleeping. Jacob's breathing was steady and he looked so calm, I wanted nothing more than to lie down beside him and sleep as well.
Years past. Renesmee never came back. And as Jacob lay dying, I held his hand. He gasped for breath, but still looked me in the eyes. He gripped me tighter and breathed my scent in. "Your… Your scent…" He gasped, "It never really changed." I smiled weakly, wishing I could cry. "Bella, give me one last dying wish… please?" He asked gently. "Anything. Anything Jake." He struggled to push himself up, but he finally did it. " Bite me. See what happens." I choked. It would cause a painful death for him. His eyes pleaded with me. I leaned over his neck, inwardly wishing that he would say he was joking. My teeth scrapped over his neck and he shivered. I closed my eyes and bit him. He gasped. Warm blood rushed to meet my senses. I jumped back and held my hand over my nose and mouth.
He was in pain. I could see it. But, strangely enough, I could see colour drain from his face. Lines disappearing. Hair going to its former glory. His eyes were closed, scrunched up in pain. Then out of no where, his eyes shot open and he screamed into the night. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the result. Poison slid down my face instead of tears. They didn't affect my face, but as it touched the ground, seared a hole through it. Someone all of a sudden held me close. I opened my eyes and looked up. Jacob was holding me in his arms. He was young. Young, immortal, but pale. A cold one. And we both knew we could stay with each other until the end of the world.
Finally.
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