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-BLV13

She was gone and there was nothing left but the remaining pain of her being there. Goddamnit he'd lost her. He'd lost her to that bloodsucker. The solemn loneliness that engulfed him sent him spiraling down, deeper, darker until even his packmates couldn't recognize him. Sam, being the alpha he was, frowned, slapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Take a walk."

Jacob phased and took off through the woods. He needed to be alone. He needed... to be away from everything that made him want to die. He needed to run. Faster, faster, more wild, stronger, farther: he ran. His paws pounded through the clean earth and he wanted that thrumming to be louder than the thrum of his own heart. He'd drowned out all his sense with it and now this running had to overpower it. -Just once... Just once...

He wanted his heart to stop. To stop, to stop, to STOP! To stop hurting, to stop beating, to stop caring, to stop feeling. To just stop and grow up again and never live through the hell that had become his love for one Isabella Swan. He wanted to—to just… stop.

The rough time of his run made him clumsy and his paw was caught under a tree branch sending him toppling over in pain, in lost love and agony. Though he felt powerful in this form, he felt himself, it wasn't enough.

It's enough...It's enough... He whimpered, lying in his misery.

It would never be enough. The cold forest floor offered no reprieve or comfort. Nature was apathetic and had the nerve to make the sun shine through the forest canopy of trees and birds sing. Nature was inhuman and oppressive around him and the dull throb of his ankle sprain was dimming too quickly for his liking and he almost wished to break an arm or something. Just something to dull the inescapable ache in his heart. But no other pain would ever be enough. Not since she was gone. Not since she was with him... not once she became one of them. Not once her heart stopped beating. He scoffed, he hadn't imprinted on Bella, what if the same thing happened when and if he did imprint?

He got up and picked up the run again, ignoring the thrumming of his heart. He hoped it would explode in his chest. He'd been running for more than a few hours now and his legs burned and went numb long before his breaking point. He stopped abruptly suddenly, unable to run anymore and rolled to a stop in his human form, his body slammed naked against a tree and growled in pain. He coughed with thirst and wriggled in the cool mud beneath him. Maybe he could get hypothermia and freeze to death. Would she love him then? Was he too warm for her? Did she have an ice fetish or something goddamnit?

The anger and tree slam were welcome pains... something to distract him from hurting. Not long enough to stop her words but long enough to breath again.

It had always been him... She said, it always would be him...

The bloodsucking leech named Edward Cullen. The ice cold bastard that stole Bella's heart away and would soon steal her mortality. The bastard that was breaking every means of protection for her and thrusting his family into danger for her. And she was willing to become just like him…forever frozen in time, stuck on earth to watch everything drift away into eternity. No hope, no warmth, just the cold dark wasteland of forever. It was enough to make him sick.

"I am finding out~... that maybe I was wrong~..."

His eyes shot open at the beautiful voice drifting over the sea breeze. Like the bright light of a new day after the apocalypse had just been thwarted, dear god who? A warm tingle went down his spine and his head lifted, looking for the source.

"That I've fallen down~... and I can't do this alone~..."

He rolled over and pushed himself to his knees, drawn to the voice. The mud didn't bother him as it coated parts of him that were never meant to be chilled and he shimmied, scratched, and crawled through the muck to see the owner of that voice. His legs scrambled and pushed, arms pulled and propelled across tree trunks and roots. His heart was calm, the throbbing was gone with the wind and that song.

"Stay with me~...This is what I ne-ed from you~..."

He was close, much closer than he had been before, and spotted a tanned bare foot before anything else positioned on a large boulder as the ethereal being climbed up to cliff dive from the highest point of the La Push reservation. From the voice, it was a girl, a woman, he wanted to see her face. He needed to see her face and ask if she would him a song before she went cliff diving.

"Sing us a song~ and we'll... sing it back to you~... We could sing our own~ but what would it be without you~?...Oh~..."

Beautiful...he panted a little, rolling over a tree root.

He pushed aside the brush and just as his entire universe centered on her and her alone. Like a life line through the darkness, his heart slowed to meet hers, and the dark suit covering her body, he wanted to feel the texture of it over her skin and the skin underneath. He felt her in every fiber of his being. He wanted to be with her, against her, underneath her skin and he didn't even know her name. His inner wolf howled and growled in satisfaction as glimpses of her movement and body in that black wet suit filled his vision. His body throbbed, he wanted her, he wanted her, he wanted her badly. He needed her more and dammnit he would have her, no matter who or what he had to be. He would have her, she would be his, and that voice would lull him to sleep at night, the ache from Bella was nothing. Who was she? Who was Bella? He was hers. This mysterious girl on the cliff.

Oh God, Oh God…

His fever pitched a bit higher in his cheeks as he pushed himself to his feet just behind the brush. He hadn't even remembered he was stark naked in the middle of the wilderness either. He reached out a bit farther to catch her shoulder and spill his heart out. His heart sped up under the tightening grip of her voice, but it didn't cripple him. No, just as the sound of her voice began to fade into the ocean wind and with it went his pain...she vanished over the edge and his body clenched tightly. He felt stronger than he had in a long time.

He rushed forward to see the resultant splash below in the cold waters below. He wanted to jump after her and know her name, he wanted to see her face not just the outline as she dived in, not just the nape of her neck and not her hair, not just the skin covered by the black rayon suit. He wanted to know everything about her, even if it didn't matter. He wanted to make her happy even though he didn't know her name. He wanted her, completely and he wanted her to want him just the same.

He tensed in realization that she was surfacing on the faraway beach. He watched her come up on the beach in her slick black water suit. He couldn't see her clearly but that didn't matter. He headed back to the Reservation where the pack would be and took a seat silently between Paul and Embry after creeping into his house to acquire some clothes.

"Dude... what's with you? Where have you been?" Embry asked. "You're late."

Jacob turned and everyone's eyes widened. He was... smiling, that bright smile that he used to have before the Bella incident as they'd termed it.

What the hell just happened? Sam questioned almost being blinded by the bright white of Jacob's teeth behind tan skin.

"I... guess the run did you good?"

"You could say that," he said chuckling.

"Okay."

No one said anymore after that... even Leah was quiet and it didn't take long for any of them to fall back into things before Bella left. It was nice to have Jacob back. Jacob was almost beside himself with wonder, what was her name? Who was she? Was she new to the reservation? To town? Would he ever meet her again?

Oh God, had he imprinted on someone he may never see again?