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Chapter 1
Stopped...? It stopped!

"I want you to…"

"Jacob! What are you doing?" Sam interrupted.

Jacob was stopped midsentence. All efforts in bringing Isabella Darnell- Jacob's imprint and Bella childhood friend- had failed. She was not responding to anything medical, though they had tried many times.

"I'm saving her life," he defended. He looked broken. His usual stubbornness remained, though he was down. His eyes were hard and the tears had finally stopped falling from them and all that were left were traces of tears on his cheeks and red stained eyes. The young wolf gripped the girl's hands. They were freezing- the signs of a dead body- but he didn't care, or rather, he didn't notice.

"But do you really know what you're doing?" Sam screamed. The other wolves, however much they agreed with him, stayed silent. They knew how much he cared for her, as some of them had imprinted already.

Isabella- though she knew Jacob before- had come back a few days ago and found of the she was in fact Jacob's imprint. The thought frightened her; of what would happen to her and Jacob and because of the fact itself. Jacob had felt a true caring for a person that was so strong; he felt it coursing through his body. He followed her when she ran and it ended up bringing them together. And just when things were going okay, this happened.

Of course he knew what he was doing. He was saving an innocent girls life, one whom he happened to be madly in love with.

"I know, Sam. I know!"

"Then think about it, Jacob. You're breaking the pact. You can't just-"

"What if it was Emily, Sam; if she was in the same position? What would you do then? Screw the pact!" Jacob was loosing the little self-control he had maintained. They were wasting time. The longer they took arguing the less time there would be for Carlisle to do what he needed to do.

Sam didn't reply. His face flared with anger clearly portraying his message, this wasn't the same.

"Would you let her die," he whispered. "Just for a pact?" His voice was coated with anguish now. The regret and his feelings for Isabella were mixed together.

"Jacob, you really should think clearly about this. What if it she doesn't feel the same way when she's a vampire?" Seth's quiet voice asked.

"Stop it," he shouted. "Let me make my own decisions! I can think for myself."

Bella moved from her spot in the sand next to Edward to place a gently hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Ignore them, Jake." She turned her gaze from him to the crowd of wolves glaring at her. "Think of how you'd feel. Let him do what he thinks is right and butt out of it." She had to admit that though she was doing it for Jake and Izzie, she never really could muster the 'tough girl' persona.

"Carlisle," Jacob asked. "There's no other way right? There's nothing left to do right?"

The vampire nodded his head sadly.

"What's gonna happen," Kaila asked. She had been silent the entire time, watching everything unfold. She was confused. It was as if everyone there was speaking in codes and she was let to try to comprehend it.

Jacob turned his head to face the child. "She's going to be a vampire, Kaila."

The child squeaked in surprise. "Why? How come she has to be a vampire?"

"Because she's…dead, Kaila. She can't come back unless she's a vampire."

The child nodded slowly, now grasping everything. She knelt down next to the young girl she had come to love in the short time she'd known her. Isabella had shown her so much kindness and she wanted her alive. Kaila grabbed her hand, "You're gonna be a vampire. But it's okay, I won't be afraid of you, I love you." She started crying. Everyone stayed silent and stared curiously at the child. "You'll never hurt anyone." And she laid her head on her chest.

Thump, thump, thump.

The child sprang up. She couldn't have been hearing correctly. Still hope filled the child's heart and she grabbed the nearest person there, which happened to be the doctor. She shivered slightly, being a vampire made him extremely cold and frightening to her. "Listen," she commanded, bringing his ear to her chest.

Obediently he listened. "I don't hear anything."

She frowned. "Jacob," she cried turning to him. "Listen!"

He did so. He waited patiently and focused intently on hearing something. Very faintly he could hear a noise. Thump, thump, thump.

He jumped up. It was there! The marvelous sound of her heart beat. It was faint but it was there.

"What is it?" Bella questioned. He couldn't answer. He was to shocked to speak properly.

"He heard her heart." Edward supplied. For once, Jacob didn't care that he answered for him.

Leah, finally moving and saying something for the first time to Jacob spoke up. "Can I hear?"

Jacob nodded his head, to tired and relieved to be angry. She walked over and sat next to Isabella, the girl she had- just moments ago- been inexcusably mean to. She lowered her head down to the girl's chest and held her breath. Very faintly, she too heard the thumping of the girl's heart.

She gasped and pulled away from the girl. Her heart was beating. But that was impossible! She was dead. There were all the signs; her skin was freezing, she wasn't breathing, and a doctor- though he was a vampire- had confirmed her death.

"Did you hear anything," Quil questioned.

"H-her heart!"

Jacob squatted on his knees in front of Isabella and placed a hand below her knees and her neck. He picked her up and without another word headed to his room.

"He's changed his mind," Edward said, as Jacob disappeared from view. "He has hope that she'll pull out of this on her own. He believes very deeply that she will."

No one said anything. It was pointless anyway. There was no way they would change Jacob's mind. Not on this matter.

Bella smiled and walked over to her husband. "I believe it too," she whispered. "Izzie's a strong girl. She'll definitely make it out."

--

Where was she? This place was dark and empty, there was nothing around; at least nothing she could see. There were no lights anywhere. And there were no noises, either. She couldn't feel anything and she couldn't smell anything, either. Here, her scenes were useless. Isabella Darnell was standing- or sitting, she couldn't tell, but it felt like standing- in the middle of nothing, terribly afraid. She opened her mouth to scream. No words came, not even a squeak. Had she lost her voice? Or was she screaming and simply couldn't hear it?

Tears streamed from her face now. She felt it, raising her hand to touch the hot tears as they streaked her face. She couldn't hear it, but she was sobbing uncontrollably. Her shoulders were shaking and she fell to the ground. No one could save her now. Maybe she was dead, she thought. She had lost consciousness in the water. Who said anyone had actually saved her. She could have drowned; floated to the bottom of the ocean and died before anyone had cared to come for her. The current could have pulled her long and far from the shore.

She remembered Jake. Had he gone after her when she never resurfaced? She couldn't remember anything after seeing his face. She could remember standing there; staring at the current pulling and pushing, as she was about to walk to her death. But, she recalled his voice, calling out to her and grabbing her attention. That was when she fell.

Unintentionally, her hand rose to her heart. She was surprised to find that she couldn't feel her heart beat as quickly as she normally could. She found she needed to concentrate on it. What was wrong with her? Her heartbeat was so soft that at first she thought it wasn't there. Was she really dying, or was she struggling to survive?

She screamed again, nothing could be heard. She was struggling, she decided. She had to fight with all her might to survive; she had to do whatever she could to live, to not have any regrets about simply giving in to her fears. Once again she screamed, this time with all the power she had in herself, Though she didn't hear the volume she was hoping for, she was glad to hear the tiny whisper that came out of her mouth, "I will live."

--

It had been exactly five days since Isabella had drowned. Five days since she has failed to respond to anything and remains not breathing, but alive. Jacob sat on the floor, an arm placed on the bed and one grasping her hand. He'd stayed like that since he brought her there. The only times he would leave were when he needed to.

The decision to turn her into a vampire quickly faded when he heard her heart beat. It was faint, but it was there. He knew she was fighting with all her might to survive and that she wouldn't give up. So why should he? He decided that he would do whatever he could to help her, but he didn't know what to do, leaving him feeling useless.

"Hey Jacob," Leah peeked into the room.

"What is it," He asked. He was not particularly happy with her, though he didn't blame her for anything.

"How's she doing? Is there any change?"

He remained silent, his head hanging low. There had been no change; nothing at all to fill him with hope. But her heartbeat was still there.

"Oh," she whispered. "You need anything?"

Jacob shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Okay." And she left. He gave her credit. She was being nice, or as nice as she could be, and it helped him. At least he didn't have to worry about arguing with her.

After that, none of the others came to visit. Bella had come once- with Edward and Renesmee tagging along, of course- with Alice as well. Jacob could see it in their eyes. Every time they looked at her, their eyes would show what they were truly feeling, thinking. They hoped she would make it, but they didn't believe she would. For some reason, the vampires couldn't hear Isabella's heartbeat. Had he really heard her heart? Surely he was in so much grief that he would believe anything that gave him even a shred of hope. What about Leah? She was feeling guilty because of what she had said, could that be fueling her to entertain such idiotic ideas? None of the other wolves dared to listen for it; they didn't want to go near her, like she was cursed, so it was hard to know the truth.

--

Jacob gazed around curiously. He could have sworn he was in his room moments ago, holding Isabella's hand. He wasn't there in his messy room, now marvelous trees and flowers, fields that stretched on for miles surrounded him, but he still held her hand.

His eyes traveled down to see her lying there. It was definitely her. Her golden hair and her wings were free, but it was her. He had no doubt about that. Cautiously, his unoccupied hand stretched out toward her; her skin was still the familiar cold that he had gotten used to. Nothing had changed.

"Isabella? Izzie?" He shook her lightly. She didn't move. Grimly he closed his eyes. She was not alive in his room; she was not alive here.

"Jake?"

His head shot up. She was unmoving. What was going on? He had heard the faint whisper of his name and no one else was there. But now she said nothing.

"Jake," she whispered as he watched her lips move in amazement.

Isabella opened her lavender eyes to see him. She seemed to be struggling; like the tiniest move she made would hurt her badly. "I'm so happy to see you. Even if…" she trailed off.

"Even if what?"

"Nothing," she smiled, though she began to cry. How long had it been since she had seen his face? Kaila? Bella? Everyone? She wondered what was going on in the world.

Jacob began wiping her tears with his thumb. "Don't cry," he whispered, though unconsciously he too had begun to cry.

"I'm just so happy," she laughed. He helped her sit up and she placed a cold hand on his cheek. "I've been exasperated," she exclaimed.

He lifted his hand and placed it on hers. "Exasperated?"

She nodded and that was that. "How long have I been… not responding?"

"Five days."

"Five days?" she shouted only to cringe in pain.

He grabbed her and hugged her close to his chest. It had been five long days since he had heard her voice, her laugh; since he had seen her alive. He let the tears flow freely from his eyes.

"I've missed you, a lot."

She frowned. She knew that; she didn't know it would hurt so much to hear him say it, how much it would hurt to realize that it was because of her that he was in pain. His voice was laced with despair, it sounded like at any second he would completely fall apart.

"But I don't get it," he sadly questioned. "How are you alive, but not breathing?"

Isabella frowned. This was the part of her life that she was afraid to share, due to the constant outcomes of sharing them. She trusted him. True. She loved him. True. She was willing to share everything- even the dangerous things- with him. False.

"I don't know, but I'm getting better, Jake." She whispered. "I'm struggling to survive, to be with you." Isabella wrapped her fragile arms around the boy, holding him one last time before he disappeared.

--

"Jake," someone whispered harshly. "Wake up! You need to eat something. You're not going to help her by starving."

He looked up to see Bella looming over him. He had fallen asleep sitting at the edge of Isabella's bed. So it had all been a dream? But, in his heart, he hoped that it had been a sign. That some how, someone was sending him a message that everything would be okay with time.

"I'm not hungry. She's not eating, I'm not."

"Jake, she's…" she stopped. Did she want to say what she was thinking? This was her best friend. Truth was truth, but she didn't want to believe it.

"Are you really going to say it? Dead? Why are you- of all people- so ready to say that?!"

She lowered her head. Jacob was right. Isabella was her friend, her best friend, and she was giving up so easily. Isabella had come to Forks to visit her; she'd only stayed for a short time but she tried her best to get closer, but here Bella was so readily accepting her best friends death. Why wasn't she fighting? Doing everything she could to fight for her friends life? Why wasn't she caring more?

"I thought you were her friend? I thought you really cared for her?" His words cut her like knives (his glares helped too.) "She cares for you Bella. If you were in her position, she'd be doing all she could to save you, you know that! Why don't you try and do the same? Why are you so willing to just give up? Don't you know that she needs you as much as you need Edward? You're her family, now, all that's left of it! How can you just turn your back on her so easily?"

She was shocked to see he was crying.

--

By the time a week rolled around, everyone had stopped visiting entirely. None of the others from the pack came to check on him, or to lecture him. He never bothered to eat. His body was thinning out from the lack of food; and his eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep. Through day and night, he never left her side, he was afraid of what might happen to her if he did. She was so fragile to him. Her body was limp and pale, and she could do nothing in her defense against an attack.

"Jacob," Billy called from his wheelchair. "Come in to the living room, now."

Jacob remained unresponsive. He hadn't even heard the command from his father. All the could hear was the dominant thump, thump, of his heart compared to the faint thump of hers.

"Hey man." Embry was standing in his doorframe now. "You gotta come in to the living room for a while."

Still unresponsive.

Embry walked over to his friend and grabbed his arm. "Come on." He was successful in lifting him, and with slight difficulty, dragging him out. He sat Jacob down on the couch, taking the seat next to him.

"Jacob, you need to eat." Billy commanded.

"No, I don't," Jacob spoke for the first time in days, though not many of them had come to check on him, so they didn't know. "She's not eating."

"Jacob, you know-"

Jacob interrupted Paul, "If this is what you made me come out here for, then you're wasting your time. You're not going to convince me of anything."

"How can you be sure she's alive," Seth asked.

"How can you," he questioned back. "None of you, besides Leah, even tried to find out."

That was true and they all knew it, especially Billy, who now harbored a sad look on his face.

"Fine, let's go check now, then." Sam stood.

Jacob followed him, as did the others. Sam suddenly stopped in the frame of Jacob's door. "What's wrong," Leah asked, worriedly. He didn't respond.

Jacob pushed him aside, panicking and screaming Isabella's name. He ran as far to stand in front of his bed. Looking down at the site before him, he froze.

On the bed where Isabella had been lying, there was a young girl, cradling Kaila in her arms and crying.

"K-kaila?" Jacob asked, unsure.

The child looked up and smiled. "Jake! Izzie's fine! She's fine!"

That was when Jacob- and the others- paid more attention to the girl. It was Isabella.

Jacob recognized her instantly. He was expecting to see her in her disguise, but instead he saw her in her true form. Her black hair was hanging down in her face, covering sad violet eyes; but her skin was paler now, like those of the vampires.

"Izzie…?" he questioned, reaching his hand out to touch her.

She shrunk away from him, in fear. "J-Jake, don't…"

But his hand continued to stretch out toward her, soon touching her skin. Almost instantly, his hand jerked away. She burst out in sobs. "Izzie, you're-"

"I know," she wailed, clinging to the child in her lap. "Jake." Finally she looked up. The wolves gasped. She looked so different from before; she looked so much like them. Slowly she took the child from her lap and sat her down on the bed.

Isabella walked over to him. She grabbed his hand tightly, to keep him from jerking away. Sadly, she placed his hand on her heart. "Do you feel it?"

He shook his head. "No."

She fell to the ground in tears.

--

Hello Everyone!

First things first: Welcome back to my story! Hehe; you missed it, didn't you!? Just kidding. But seriously, thanking you for reading the sequel. I'd also like to thank Shooks who has given me some incredibly good ideas on how to move forward with this story. This chapter is dedicated to youuu!

Second: Thank you for being nice people and putting up with all of my grammatical mistakes. I'm trying to make sure that I do my best, but I'm a lazy but who doesn't like to check things... Hehe.

And third: If you didn't notice, unlike the last story, the first chapter of the sequel is in third person point of view. It was only or this chapter though, the following chapters are all going to be in first person point of view, though the person narrating might be changed from time to time. Sorry if it gets confusing at parts, I tried my best to make it make sense. I just thought it would be better because it's easier to see everyone, instead of just focusing on the thoughts of one person and everything. Yeah...

AND: I saw the twilight movie! I won't say much about it, because I know that in some places it didn't come out yet. But, I actually thought it was pretty good. I was laughing more than i expected I would and Kristen Stewart is a really good actress: keep an eye out for the Ballet scene, I thought she did REALLY good. But there were some bad parts, haha, let's just say, pay attention to Billy and his handicapness. I missed the rest of the Cullens' in the movie though, and it went TOO fast. But it was an good movie overall.

Well, i'm done blabbing now. I hope you enjoyed reading it! Review and tell me what you thought!