Author Note: Hi! Okay. Yeah. I should stop starting stories. But ... I just keep getting ideas.

This story is going to be relatively short. I think. Probably. It's set sometime in New Moon. I'm not sure exactly when.

This story is NOT for Jacob Lovers. Jacob Haters are welcome. Jacob Lovers can flame me, don't really care.

Characters are OOC. The universe is AU. The pairings are CANON.

And this story was Beta'd by my wonderful crazy best friend who I call Crazy. ;) She's Twichild369. Go hug her or something. :D And read her stories. XD She's awesome.

The songs I used as my playlist for this chapter are Breathtaker by Oomph and Supernova by Oomph. I like them. I love them. You should love them too. ;)

Tip of the Dagger

Chapter One - True Love

I sat in the living room, waiting for Jake. He would burst through the door in a few minutes, just like he did every day.

I knew I had been broken and hurt since Edward left. And that Jacob had tried to put me back together and had partially succeeded. But he acted like a child. And I didn't want a child as a boyfriend. I would only ever want Edward. And after today I planned to take myself out of this world unless I could find Edward.

True love. I pondered the meaning all night. True love is only true love if you only love one person in a romantic way during your entire life. I loved Edward in a romantic way. But not Jacob. If it was not true love our relationship would fail one way or another. I wouldn't stand the heartbreak. Besides. I had never and would never love Jacob in that way.

Jacob. What an idiot! I seethed to myself. He knew. He knew he would imprint on someone eventually. And that he would be forced to leave unworthy me behind. Did he not know how much pain Sam caused Leah? He did! But he was a self centered idiot. Could he not even consider that we were not meant for each other? Could he not see how he could hurt me? If he truly had my best interests at heart then he would push me away and let us remain only friends.

I had thought him a good friend until I realized that a good friend would keep his friend from of pain no matter what. But Jacob does not care. He is weak and stupid. He seems to not realize that he is not in love but merely infatuated by the first pretty girl that has ever actually given his idiotic ass the light of day.

I should never have let myself get close to Jacob. I should never have let him stitch me back. I should never have let him even come near me. But there was nothing I could do about the past now. All I could do was reject him. I would be violent if I had to.

Grinning, I lightly touched the sheath that held my dagger. The sheath was hidden under my large sweat shirt, it was held to my side by a leather tie that bound it to the belt of my jeans. I had bought the dagger yesterday afternoon for this purpose.

It was a beautiful dagger in my opinion. It was made of a silver titanium alloy which gave it a lovely appearance. The handle was decorated by many intricate designs. It was ornate and very interesting, there were loops and hoops and angles and edges, there were people and dogs and cats and horses, there were flowers and houses and buildings and carriages. There was anything you could think of. I loved the handle. It was beautiful.

The blade was interesting to say the least. It was long but had a strange shape, it was narrow at the tip but got wider and wider until it started narrowing again a bit before it reached the handle. It had spiraling carvings that curved through the wide edge of the blade and flowed out onto the narrow parts eventually thinning and disappearing. Just below the handle there was a small carved inscription that read "Darkest are the days when the sun is bright." To me it made no sense, but it also made all the sense in the world.

I wasn't exactly sure why. But the dagger was special to me. I guess it was my way of defending myself and proving I was not just some weak human. It was my all purpose defense. It was probably the only thing that could defend me from the people and creatures who wanted to hurt me. Well, for the most part. I knew it wouldn't do much to vampires. But it could defend me from wolves and other such fleshy creatures.

I stroked the strange bumpy smooth texture of the handle of the dagger. It was like my security blanket. I would live if I kept it. And keep it I would.

Until the end of my life,

I heard a loud band and I was startled out of my thoughts as Jacob bound through the door noisily.

"Honey I'm home!" he yelled jokingly before closing the door loudly behind him and running into the living room.

I had my back turned to him while I sat on the couch unmoving. My back was straight and my face was unemotional.

He took a few hesitant steps towards the couch. "Bells, are you all right?" his voice was worried and warm. And full of … love. I squished a small stab of sympathy that tried to make me stop what I was going to do. That was weak. I could not stop. I would be strong.

"I've never been better." I replied in a cold voice. I had never heard myself like this. But I had to. It would be good. I could get rid of this nuisance. Finally, I would be free.

Jake hopped over the couch and plopped down next to me. I turned to look at him and we met eyes. "Oh Bella, Why are you so sad?" he started reaching up his hand as if to rub my cheek, "Don't worry baby I'm here. Everything's going to be okay now." His hand abruptly changed direction and went to my shoulder trying to pull me into a hug.

He was such an asshole! He couldn't make things better. Only Edward could. How could this insignificant child even try to fill the hole Edward left? How could he think himself better than Edward? "Take your filthy hand off me you stupid mutt!" I barked angrily at him. Oh the irony was lost on me.

His grip on my shoulder tightened a fraction. "Bella … Honey, why are you angry?" his eyes widened in confusion. Stupid mutt,

Did he not understand that I hated him? Was he that far gone in his delusion? Fuck! I hoped that I could get this through his thick skull. "Jacob Black. Let. Go. Of. Me. Right. NOW!" I yelled at him all the while tugging my shoulder, trying to get him to let go. But he wouldn't.

Finally his grip softened enough for me to be able to stumble to my feet. I stared down at him coldly. There couldn't be any mistake. Jacob had to understand. If he didn't it would fail. To make sure he understood I would have to be blunt and make him see that to me he was but an imbecile, a dog, a pet, a plaything.

His word interrupted my musings. "Bella, I love you. Please tell me what's wrong, babe. I don't want you to be hurt." Hi stood up and tried to wrap his arms around me. But I evaded him and quickly skipped over to the other side of the room.

"Jacob. I'm going to make this as clear as I can." I took a deep breath. "I hate you. You are a disgusting idiotic boy. You are a fool to think that your measly infatuation can even compare to the love of my Edward!" I raged at him. It was time to let loose. "You have no right to demand love from me. I did not ask you to help me. I did not need your help. You know you will leave me when you meet your imprint! Have you learned nothing from Sam and Leah? Are you stupid? Jacob what the fuck is wrong with you? You are a werewolf. I am a human. I am not weak. I am not stupid. I know exactly who I love. Even though he left me, I love Edward. Not you, a mangy brain damaged mutt!" I spat the last part at him hoping that it hurt him as much as Edward's leaving had hurt me. I needed him to understand.

He was shaking uncontrollably, his face a mask of sorrow, his eyes an ocean of tears, his body a statue of pain. "B-Bella, I know you love me. Please, please, please admit it. Stop hurting yourself … me …us." His lower lip quivered.

Oh, how pathetic, a werewolf crying like a little girl.

"Jacob, would you please hear what I'm saying. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! You think you are worthy of being my one true love when I clearly still love Edward. Edward is amazing. You are not. You are like a child. A stupid one at that," My response came as a hiss while glaring at his stupid tear stained cheeks.

He shook his head and took a large step toward me. "Bella, I know you're hurt. I know your last love hurt you. But I won't. I promise. I love you. I mean it. Not like him. I actually mean it. I love you more than anything." He took another step close and started invading my personal space.

Okay that's it! This idiot wasn't going to understand if I was gentle. I quickly pulled out my dagger and held it sideways in front of me with both of my arms horizontal and parallel to each other. Sort of like a ninja.

"Jacob. Either you accept that I hate you or I harm you."

He chuckled. "Stop being silly Bella. You got me for a second there. Neato! Where did you get that weird dagger?" his eyes wiped clean of pain and were once again playful.

I screamed in anger and frustration, Jacob was the most idiotic person I had ever met. "I hate you!" I lounged at him with the dagger in my hand and quickly sliced open the skin of his neck.

He yelled out in agony as he began bleeding. "Bella, How-How could you?" he gurgled slightly and coughed up a bit of blood. He fell to the floor with a loud thump. But he was still breathing. I could see the wound healing quicker than I thought was possible. His trembling returned but he was weaker now.

The blade of my dagger was shining brightly though small trickles of blood decorated the carvings. The name Mortimer came to mind. I grinned slightly. My dagger would be called Mo.

I poised myself almost like the first time, my body in a slightly more defensive position. I was ready for a counter attack from my used to be friend. I hissed at his fallen quivering form. "Will you leave me alone now? Will you leave? Do you believe that I hate you?" I asked in a malicious insane tone. I had never heard that from myself before. I had never felt like this before either. The urge to kill, to spill blood, to make this mutt pay for his many stupid acts was almost overpowering, But weak Bella begged strong Bella not to use Mo in such a horrible way. I grinned widely showing all my teeth. My eyes surely looked insane. I knew in this instant that I had gone mad. But I didn't care. Why should I? Insanity is good, it's power.

I felt insane with anger and power. It gave me such a horrible wonderful thrill to hurt another living being. It gave me such a thrill to hurt someone whom I hated. Adrenaline pumped through me as the dog started to stagger to his feet. His neck wound all but a scratch.

His hand touched his neck he brought his hand to his face and stared at the blood as if he couldn't believe it. Then he looked at me through his fingers as he lowered them. His stare was sad and angry, betrayed and hurt. Idiot,

"Bella, don't do this. I love you. You don't hate me. I-"

But I cut him off with a war cry. He was not going to understand. I was going to have to make an impression on him. I jumped at him again and quickly let Mo slide down the center of his naked torso effortlessly. I quickly slashed Mo over his eyes and nose. I let Mo do as he pleased and slit his bottom lip right down the middle. I brought Mo to his arms and quickly covered those in deep cuts. He was bleeding all over the place. The stench of blood made me smile like a mad man.

He trembled all over but was still too weak to phase in to his wolf self. And now even more weak then before, He looked at me with tortured and bloody eyes. "Bella, Why?" he rasped and gritted his teeth in pain.

"Because I hate you," I said simply and quickly raked Mo down the side of his face.

This time Jacob's wounds weren't healing as quickly. They were slowly healing, but I knew it would take days for them to heal properly. He had too many wounds for his body to heal them all at the same time, Yay me. I grinned at him.

I tucked Mo into his sheath after wiping him on the arm of the couch. We couldn't have a dirty Mortimer could we? No, no. Mo had to be spotless.

I looked into Jacob's sad eyes as I said my last words in a cheery tone. "Goodbye asshole." I ran to the doorway and grabbed the backpack I had packed this morning. It included many things I would need to find Edward. I never thought I would do something like this. But now I had to. Jacob was horrible for me. I needed my Edward. And that was what I was going to get.

Author Note: Well, this is the end of the first chapter. Yeah, it's a little short but eh.

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