Heavy rain pattered against the sidewalks of Forks in the midst of the chilly night. Being a vampire, the cold didn't bother me at all, despite the fact that I wore no jacket, and my clothes were soaked through. I didn't know why I was outdoors; I just felt a strange sensation that something bad was going to happen. As if on cue, I caught two very familiar scents: one Vampire…James? I thought I killed him. Another scent mingled with his, the woodsy scent of Jacob Black. Without thinking, I sprinted toward the scents as fast as my legs would carry me. I didn't know why, but I felt an overwhelming urge to protect Jacob. That was illogical, he could fend for himself. Screams were heard, and Jacob's scent got stronger, as if blood was being spilt. Was James, or whoever was following him, drinking his blood? That didn't make an ounce of sense. Werewolf blood was not exceedingly potent; in fact to most vampires it reeked. I think it smells good, but not in a potent food way, just a pleasant odor. Maybe James hadn't eaten in awhile? What did it matter, anyway? At long last, I came across the scene. It was painful to look. Jacob was unconscious next to a tree stump, ghastly wounds covering him. Any part of him that wasn't cut was bruised a deep, nasty purple. His breathing was ragged, unsteady, and he seemed to be whimpering. Despite the fact that he was a werewolf, the wounds on his russet skin showed no signs of healing. Fresh and dried blood matted his cut short raven black hair. My attention turned to the vampire, who wasn't James, but rather his mate, who was bent on revenge. Her wild, orange hair was filled with debris, and she wore nothing but jeans, a tank top, and a red-paint soaked poncho (it looked like blood, but I could tell from the scent that it was paint, mixed with Jake's blood. Hmm, PEDA must have gotten her)
"Now, I have my revenge" she said sadistically, but the threat was taken out of her tone by the fact that she was stating the obvious "I've hurt the one you truly love, you're real soul mate" Okay, not entirely stating the obvious
"W-what do you mean?" I asked, now extremely confused
"Ask him-if he lives!" she snickered. I so badly wanted to destroy her, removing the repulsive creature from the earth, but I knew I had to get Jacob to Carlisle. I scooped him up in my arms, and part of me noted he wasn't quite as warm as before. He was still breathing, and his heartbeat was steady, but fainter. His eyelids fluttered a bit, and he came into awareness. What happened…? He was thinking frantically. Images of being attacked by Victoria flooded his mind, and I flinched.
"Mmm…Edward?" he murmured.
"You'll be fine, I'll take you to Carlisle" I tried to convince him. I sounded more like I was trying to convince myself.
After reaching my very familiar house, I entered at a human pace.
"Carlisle?" I asked frantically, in a low voice. In an instant, he was standing in front of me. He took one look at Jacob and understood. I paced nervously while he examined him.
"Edward, I can't save him. I'm sorry." This was why I admired Carlisle. In sorrowful situations like this, he never hedged, however he was never too gruff, always gentle and sympathetic. A thought occurred to me, a purely outrageous one.
"We haven't done everything in our power yet" I pointed out
"I've considered that. It wouldn't work."
"We have to TRY" I said desperately, starting to unnecessarily hyperventilate "We can't just let him die"
"Okay" he agreed, sighing. Slowly, he leaned in toward Jacob's neck, piercing the skin, and quickly pulling away. Jacob thrashed violently, in serious pain, it appeared. Not knowing how to comfort him, I settled for holding his warm hand, which was growing colder and harder by the second. For three days, that seemed endless, he just lay there, whimpering, begging us to let him die. But I simply couldn't. But, eventually he stopped thrashing, and sat upright. I couldn't believe what I saw before me.
His once russet skin had become extremely pale, and smooth, like carved ivory. His jaw was now perfectly squared off, all flaws erased. When he opened his eyes, It revealed that his irises were a glowing a strange shade of purple. I was mesmerized by them, hypnotized by them. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in toward him, pressing my lips against his. But what thrilled me was he responded passionately. It was the most wonderful experience of my life, but we had to break it off when he put his hand to his throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry the thirst must be uncomfortable. Shall we hunt?" I asked him…
A/N: so, what do you think so far? I'll try to update soon. In the meantime, Review!
