Bloody Valentine

Chapter One: Life without her

A/N: of course it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer

It was time; I could feel it in every fiber of my being. I had been planning for months; I was ready to go through with my plan

The night was still and clear, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the small amount of wind ruffling through the forest put me downward from my prey. As I traced the familiar path, I thought of what had led me to this

I thought I could giver her up, let her go, take all the pain for both of us and let her be happy.

I was wrong.

I couldn't stand life without her, more than that I could stand the knowledge that she was with him. It ate at my heart and soul, till I was always in agony. Nothing ever eased the pain.

I watched her sometimes, when she wasn't with him. She never knew I was there.

She was so beautiful.

Every time I saw her a fresh crack would tear through my heart. It always felt like there was nothing left to break but then it would happen again. It used to hurt, when we were friends, but now it was worse.

Maybe it was the fact that I now knew for certain that some part of her loved me and in some other reality we would have been together, but even that was not enough.

Just thinking about it now made me want to cry out to the sky, but I kept quiet.

I changed swiftly and silently. Anger was a constant now so phasing was as easy as breathing.

I stopped outside a radius of their house, and cleared myself of all thought and emotion.

I made myself numb.

This is what I'd been preparing for, he must not see me coming. I had been watching and listing to the others, so I knew, tonight he was the only one home.

I had to hurry.

She would be here soon.

About a mile from the door to his house I stopped and changed back. In the blink of an eye I was outside his front door swiftly and silently.

I opened the door.

He was inside playing the piano, in their vast living room, if you could call it that. His fingers sped across the keys with inhuman speed playing a beautiful song. I knew in an instant it was a song for Bella.

It was perfect for her.

This only fueled my furry and I walked toward him.

He's back was to me and he was so involved in his song, that he didn't even notice my approach. I stopped a few feet behind him and let the images and thoughts flow to my mind.

This was the part I'd been practicing. I'd spent months learning to lie in my mind. I started with my wolf brothers, telling half-truths and not saying anything at all. When they started believing the little lies, I started telling bigger lies and outright blocking them from my mind.

Eventually it got to where I could enter the form where our minds linked without them ever knowing I was there. They thought I was just being distant, using my own time to get over her.

If only they knew.

Now the lies flowed easily, mental pictures that weren't real. Though they were not real, they still hurt to see even in my mind.

Scenes of a dark Forks road flashed before my eyes; of Bella's truck, banged and beaten but still whole, its one true damage was its broken windshield.

There was another car, much more damaged but at the same time insignificant.

There on the ground broken and bleeding lay Bella.

The music stopped.

His back was rigid. His hands were clenched together in tight fists.

A low growl echoed across the room, a warning. I didn't move a muscle

"What are you doing here, dog?"

I fought back anger, annoyance and all the things I really wanted to say to him.

I was supposed to be sad.

"I thought you should know," I made my voice agonized; like I had just found the girl I loved dead. "I was running, as a wolf, when I came across it, the wreck. I used Bella's phone to call 911 to tell them, but I checked her pulse, she's," I half sighed half groaned, "dead." It was hard saying this even if it was a lie.

He growled again. He stood up and turned toward to me. His eyes were pitch black.

"You're lying DOG!"

"Am I? You can read my mind you tell me if I'm lying."

He glared at me.

I kept up the charade in my mind. I could almost feel him penetrating my thoughts, when he found nothing he turned his head away, trying to hide the emotion that flashed across his face. The fact that he couldn't find a lie scared him, as it should.

"I want to help you," I told him matter of factly.

That surprised him. His head whipped back around and he glared at me accusingly.

"How the hell do you," he spit the word, "expect to help me?"

"I want to help you get over her," I left it at that. I knew he knew what I was talking about. He could hear it in my thoughts. But he played the denial card. His hands clenched tighter and his arms shook, he bowed his head and glared at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

"What do you mean get over her?"

I let out a low growl, "You know what I mean."

He still couldn't face it and instead asked a new question.

"Why would you want to help me," he growled

"Because I know what its like to love her and to loose her," I sighed heavily, laying it on thick, he bought it though so I continued. "You told me once, that when she died, if she ever died, you'd follow close behind as soon as you could, I thought I'd help you, this way that psychic sister of yours won't see it coming and can't try to stop you."

I could tell I was right about the psychic and he knew it. I could also the see loss start to come over him. His shoulders sagged; his fists weren't clenched as tightly as they had been. He looked paler, if possible, like he was ready to give up.

I almost felt a pang of sympathy for him but it was washed away in my own pain and furry.

A small smile graced his lips, but didn't reach his eyes.

"Are you offering to kill me Jacob Black," dark, sarcastic humor laced his voice.

I nodded once, "If that is you want than, yeah I'm offering to kill you."

He let out a sharp laugh, with no humor what so ever.

"Again I ask why the hell, you would want to help me."

"Because you're going to do it anyway and some part of me blames you for her death and quite honestly I'd really rather enjoy killing you."

He laughed humorlessly again.

"Oh you would wouldn't you. Well at least you're honest about it. But let me ask you Jacob why would I do that, how shameful would that be, knowing that I willingly let a werewolf kill me."

"What does it matter anyway, with her dead," I groaned, referring to her "death" hurt, "why should you worry about shame, what do you have left to exist for."

He shifted his gaze again.

"So true, so true," he muttered.

He lifted his head and starred strait at me.

"Fine you can 'help' me, on one condition, this has to be done now, I want it over with."

It was my turn to laugh, just as darkly as he had, "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way."

I phased easily. His body tensed, preparing for the blow. I lunged forward and we fell back into the piano. I could feel his muscles flinch as he forced himself not to fight back. I dug my teeth deep into his neck the same way he and his kind dug their teeth into countless victims.

I almost laughed at the irony.

Two girls, miles away from each other, gasped in pain and surprise at almost the same time.

One was a brown haired, pale skinned human in her room in a small rainy American town. She grasped at her chest; hand over her wildly beating heart. Something was wrong, she didn't know what or how she knew, but she knew something was wrong.

She cried out in pain and sank to the floor as her heart shattered.

The other was a tiny pixie like vampire, with spiky black hair, somewhere far away in the North American wilderness.

Her teeth were deep in the neck of a freshly killed bear, her gorgeous blonde husband next to her, when the vision over came her.

She stared in horror at the scene in her mind, of her and her family coming home to the still burning broken corpse of her brother.

A/N: so there you have it this was supposed to be a one shot story but as I kept writing I knew there had to be more and if I had left it here yawl would have killed me, I'm not sure where I'm going to go with it next so review and give me ideas,

I realize Edward is OOC of but it was the only way the story would work, but you know they're all out of character because I didn't write the originals

The story was inspired by the song My Bloody Valentine by Good Charlotte

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