Chapter 1: Boundaries

I walked on through the forest, arms limp at my side. In each hand I felt as if I could grab the wind. I forced my mind to forget their faces. When Jacob and Edward come it will be my choice. Edward might not think he has a choice, his soul damned with the confines of his personal hell, but he stressed that I did. These choices, this new epiphany made me escape to the invisible line between the two worlds, one of the warmth, my friend, another of the cold, my lover. They must learn my intentions, together. They must see me, together to know how each holds my breakable heart.

They fight, Paris falls. This thought no longer racked my mind with hours of worry. They fight because they must that was it. But now the question became who was my very own Romeo? I've known the answer forever because with him I was my complete self, I was happy.

They fight, Paris falls. I hoped this would end like the story, I pray that my Romeo will survive to spend his immortality with Juliet. It would never be my fault that is what Edward will say if he lives but I cannot help but feel the lie.

I now straddle between the two territories my arms wrapped around my waist in anxiety. The stormy sky was much darker and every light became scattered by the leaves and for how long was I expected to wait. Surely Edward would come to me, our love was unfathomable, challenged but never scarred. Edward would come of course, but there was nothing in our futures if he didn't change me. Just then the thought I had suppressed found a way to play itself inside my head.

Emily and Sam.

No matter what I wanted, a human life existed among the Werewolves. They all had a legacy, a blood related family. What Edward could never give was what Jacob had and vice-versa. Each was jealous over me, one of an angelic face clam and calculating, the other high-tempered but fierce.

Boundaries and Borders trapped me here between their treaty. I was between the war and I had the power to start it at any time.

"Bells, what is going on?" Jacob stood to my right and in a deep almost furious voice he oared at me. I didn't turn to answer him, not yet. Then Jacob growled even deeper from within his throat, "Why is he here?" I turned to face eye the marble faced Edward. No words could possibly give justice his perfection.

"Funny, I was wondering the same thing," Edward said calmly with the allusion of complete control. I knew different, I knew he was enjoying the bouquet but refusing the wine as he described it. He was frowning, but I could tell that worry and concern brought that face on. My heart at that moment bled for my Paris but thumped, thrived for my Romeo, my Edward. One glare from his deeply black eyes could silence me forever.

"Bells, you can't possibly trust this bloodsucker." Edward only smiled behind his sealed lips at this acknowledgement. I cringed. Why did Jacob have to say that. Unlike him, Edward could contain his distain for Jacob's kind. Edward tried very hard not to offend me by calling Jacob a dog or beast, but Jacob could not give me the same courtesy."He'll hurt you but we can protect you from it all. Bells get over here!" I looked down to the ground, at my feet. I was shocked by Jacob's fury and rage besides he was wrong. Edward had proven to me long ago that he was no longer a danger to me. His self-control was and still is amazing and I could never feel frightened with Edward, he is so much like me. "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same..."I could here Emily Bronte's heroin scream these words. The words that clarified to its exactness the relationship Edward and I shared.

"Bella," came the perfectly velvet voice of my angel. "Please don't listen to him." He was so calm and exacting that I couldn't help but be soothed into a deep trance. I stepped out of that very quickly. "Don't let him steal your decision." He looked into my eyes although they were filled with fear and doubt it didn't scare me actually I felt the safest by his look. "Bella this is your choice, your moment. Listen to your heart. What does it tell you?"

Jacob would start at the sound of my breath if it was contrary to his own hopes, but could Edward really be this calm as to let me run off with his enemy. "Yes, because I love you," Edwards voice whispered in my ear. Looking at his face I knew he said nothing. My dreaming voice had returned, but why now? "Does it matter?" said my angel. No, it never mattered. Not that Edward was a vampire or that he left me to save me, or that he killed people. No, it never mattered to me at all as long as we could be together in the end. My choice was easy and for the first time I didn't care about the consequences. Three choices: Edward, Jacob, and nothingness. I sighed in relief and ran to my left sliding behind Edward.

I was right. Jacob was off his feet and across the line in only seconds Edward was there to meet him in the air. I watched mesmerized by the Grecian way Edward leaped to meet Paris. "Run," said my soothing Romeo. At first I didn't listen but after Jacob's large claw came close to hitting me, I realized I should listen. I got up but my body wouldn't respond correctly instead I continued to watch the two immortals duke it out. I watched in silence until my blood boiled and my worries reached its peak. I could not stand it anymore as Edward's body, his perfect pale body crashed next to me.

"Stop please stop!" I yelled. Jacob didn't react, but Edward froze to meet my demands. It was all to prove a point.

Jacob jumped on top of Edward as he froze and Edward just let it happened. I was appalled, disgusted and horrified that as my mind made the realization my body flew into action. I shoved Jacob with all my strength, he barely moved but he definitely noticed me. Jacob in his wolf skin was savage and beastly no sense of his boyish self, all restraints of his human life were gone. He gazed at me and with little effort pulled me back to a tree holding me up by the neck. I didn't care if he killed me I wanted him to do it then I would finally be Edward's forever. All my thoughts and concerns wrapped around Edward, all eyes on his limp body. "Why did I say that?" I thought. "Edward would be just fine if it wasn't for me."

"Get up! Get up! Get up!" My mind thrashed about the thoughts. I could not find the strength to speak behind Jacobs grip. If I wasn't so weak Edward would have stayed longer. My eyes laid on his and in astonishment I watched his body fade and drift away like the wind. Jacob still held my neck he would not let go, not when I cried, not when I whimpered, not when my heart shattered into millions of microscopic pieces on the forest floor. Medically I was alive, spiritually I was dead.

I was beaten then by my regrets. I should have married him; I should have been smart enough to know something like this could happen. Curse my pride, to think that Edward would kill Jacob if it came down to it, to be so sure of it. And now he is gone, my love, my Romeo, my Edward…gone.

"Bella! Bella! Bella!" sang the melodic voice in agony. In an instant I was restored to hope. And while Jacob was still enthralled with anger and kept me against that tree, I found my strength.

"Oh God what is it?"

There was no response so I kept screaming to him despite the pain of Jacob's fury. "Edward I am Coming! Wait for me!" Jacob grew angrier and it seemed as if a sinister plot filled his mind, but I was to preoccupied to care. Before he could act I asked Edward where he was. There was no answer…he abandoned me now for the second time.

I was jolted back to reality when I met with Jacob's eyes. He slowly became the boy. My mouth fell open and my eyes widened as he increased his grip and ran his intensly warm hand up my...