DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, I DONT OWN ECLIPSE, SO PLEASE PPL DONT MURDER ME. Most of the first chapter is the last chapter fo Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer, and the crappy little bit at the end is mine, so please...

Jacob,

I'm breaking the rules by sending you this.

She was afraid of hurting you, and she didn't want to make you feel obligated in any way. But I know that, if things had gone the other way, I would have wanted the choice.

I promise I will take care of her, Jacob. Thank you-for her- for everything.

Edward

"Jake, we only have one table," Billy said, he was staring at my left hand.

My hand was clamped down on the wood hared enough that it really was in danger. I loosened them one by one, concentrating on that action alone, and then clenched my hand together so I wouldn't break anything.

"Yeah, doesn't matter anyway," Billy muttered.

I got up from the table, shrugging out of my t-shirt as I stood. Hopefully Leah had gone home by now.

"Not too late," Billy mumbled as I punched the front door out of the way.

I was running before I hit the trees, my clothes strewn out like a trail of crumbs-as I if wanted to find my way back. It was almost to easy now to phase. I didn't have to think. My body already knew where I was going and, before I asked it too, it gave me what I wanted.

I had four legs now, and I was flying.

The trees blurred into a sea of black flowing around me. My muscles bunched and released in an effortless rhythm. I could run like this for days and I would not be tired. Maybe, this time, I wouldn't stop.

But I wasn't alone.

So sorry, Embry whispered in my head.

I could see through his eyes. He was far away, to the north, but he had wheeled around and was racing to join me. I growled and pushed myself harder.

Wait for us, Quil complained. He was closer, just starting out form the village.

Leave me alone, I snarled.

I could feel their worry in my head, try hard as I might to drown it in the sound of the wind and the forest. This was what I hated most- seeing myself through their eyes, worse now that their eyes were full of pity.

They saw the hate, but kept running after me.

A new voice sounded in my head.

Let him go. Sam's thought was soft, but still an order. Embry and Quil slowed to a walk.

If only I could stop hearing, stop seeing what they saw. My head was so crowded, but the only way to be alone again was to be human, and I couldn't stand the pain.

Phase back, Sam directed them. I'll pick you up Embry.

First one, then another awareness faded into silence. Only Sam was left.

Thank you, I managed to think.

Come home when you can. The words were faint, trailing off into the blank emptiness as he left, too.

And I was alone.

So much better. Now I could hear the faint rustle of the mattered leaves beneath my toenails, the whisper of an owl's wings above me, the ocean-far, far in the west- moaning against the beach. Hear this, and nothing more. Feel nothing but speed, nothing but the pull of muscle, sinew and bone, working together in harmony as the miles disappeared behind me.

If the silence in my head lasted, I would never go back. I wouldn't be the first one to choose this form over the other. Maybe, if I ran far enough, I would never have to hear again…

I pushed my legs faster, letting Jacob Black disappear behind me.

5 days now. 5 days I had been running without a stop. My muscles were tiring, but the slight exhaustion was good. My instincts, my tiredness, my hunger, I needed them all to relieve myself of the pained Jacob Black that was slowly slipping away.

I pushed myself harder, and willed the animal in me to take over.

I needed to run far enough to be rid of the voices inside my head. They were the only thing keeping my instincts from completely taking over me. The only thing keeping me human.

The voices seemed to cling to me, bringing a fresh wave of pain whenever on of the pack thought of her. She called often. I knew she was worried, but not worried enough, I though bitterly. I could see Bella through the pack's eyes, as much as they tried not to think of her, she seemed fine. Nothing compared to when he left. Just thinking of him made my insides boil, made my muscles shudder violently and uncontrollably.

Trees snapped and splintered as I rammed into them, trying to find some reprieve form the anger and pain.

I was breathing hard now and I struggled to get my anger under control. I concentrated in my surroundings. I tried to immerse myself in the trees, the woods, the everything of the forest. Anything to escape the pain.