This is Jacob's POV of when he tells Bella that he'd rather see her dead in the garage.
I own absolutely nothing. Stephenie. Owns. All.
Weeks.
Weeks!
Bella was going to be changed into a blood-sucking creature like that parasite within weeks! I leaped to my feet, furious and disbelieving. I gripped the soda can in my hand a little too hard; it popped in my large hands, spraying the liquid onto Bella. I barely took any notice.
"Jake!" A very drenched, astonished Bella called my name, but I did not care. My body was shaking, pulse racing, and shape blurring. It was suddenly terribly hot in the small garage as I scowled at her with a loathsome expression; my snarl was getting louder each passing second. She remained speechless, a terrified look glued to her features.
I could feel my bones shifting. I grinded my teeth together, rethinking the consequences that could happen if I lost control.
Emily.
Sam.
I could not let that happen. I refused to hurt her even if she had made up her mind. I focused into retaining the wolf inside me, threatening to break through with a bang. I breathed deeply and silently.
Only my hands were trembling now. "Weeks." I said in a dead voice. She did not answer. I opened my eyes, showing my half-mad eyes. "He's going to change you into a filthy bloodsucker in just a few weeks!" I growled through my teeth.
Bella, with that same look locked to her face, nodded deafly.
I felt as if I was going to hurl, imagining my face turning green under my dark skin.
"Of course, Jake," She murmured softly after what seemed like hours. "He's seventeen, Jacob. And I get closer to nineteen every day. Besides, what's the point in waiting? He's all I want. What else can I do?"
"Anything, anything else. You'd be better off dead. I'd rather you were," I snapped, not sparing her feelings. She flinched as if I attacked her. It seemed like it hurt more than if I did.
Her facial expression changed abruptly. "Maybe you'll get lucky. Maybe I'll get hit by a truck on my way back." She said in a monotone as she wobbled to her feet.
She dashed to her scarlet motorcycle and moved it behind me. I was frozen with dismay and malice. She roared it into life and sped into the darkness behind me, not glancing back. The grime that spurred from her bike soaked me, but I didn't bother to do anything about it; the rain from the black sky washed it off.
Even if I was one hundred eight point nine degrees, my body felt cold, life drained from my bones. I staggered back to the garage and slammed the door shut. Pushing back the tears, I snatched a towel. Ambling back to the house, I saw my father staring at me with a pitied look in the cozy home.
I didn't want any of it, so I charged to my room. I neatly closed the door with stiff fingers and flopped onto bed containing the nerving urge to go over to the bloodsucker's house and tear him limb from limb.
Weeks.
Tiffany, Author, (Sapphire Mizu): This is my first Jacob POV story! Oneshot!
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