DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. All characters (except for the characters I have made up) belong to Stephanie Meyer.

A/N: I decided to discontinue Without Her but use this as a two shot. So it's now called 'She's Gone' and I'm only chapters 1 and 2.

I sat across from her in our dimly lit tent. Even in the darkness I could see she was suffering. Her lips were blue, her cheeks were flushed and she was shivering. It hurt me to see her like this. It hurt me to know that there was nothing I could do.

"Bella-" I started

"N-no!" She snapped.

"Bella, you need him."

"N-no, I d-don't!" she yelled again.

"Have you seen what you look like now? Bella, you're suffering and it makes me feel even worse that there's nothing I can do about it."

"What m-made you feel b-bad in the first place?" she asked, stuttering due to her chattering teeth.

"The fact that you're suffering like this because of me. All of this is my fault."

"D-don't say th-that!" she said. She hated when I blamed her suffering on myself, even if it is my fault. If I had never interacted with her, she wouldn't have been hunted and almost killed by James, almost killed by Jasper, and hunted by James' mate, Victoria, at this moment. All of it was my fault.

"Bella, you need him." I said, getting up.

"E-Edward don't l-leave me!" She cried, frantically. I smiled her favorite smile and unzipped the tent.

"Don't worry, love. I won't be gone long." I said as I left the tent. It hurt me to do this, but I needed to do it. For her. I walked in the darkness for a bit until I saw him.

"Jacob." I called out; I knew he heard me.

"Leach." He responded. How polite.

"She needs you." I said, "You have to go to her."

"She doesn't seem to act that way."

"She's in denial." I said, "She'll freeze to death if you don't go."

"You're going to fight," it wasn't a question, more of an accusation.

"I have to. It's the only way to protect her. If I go, I can insure that Victoria will be dead at my hands."

"She could die at my hands, too, you know."

"Yes, but it would be me Victoria would like to kill… aside from Bella. If she kills me, maybe she'll leave Bella alone."

"I'm not to sure about that," Jacob said, "If she killed you, it would only be easier for her to get to Bella, which means she'd go for it. It'd just mean two for the price of one."

"That sounds like something Bella would say." I said, "But it's better if I die, rather than her. She's got her whole life ahead of her, whereas mine has ended already."

"Alright, I'll help you. Where's the tent?"

"Straight that way." I said, pointing in the direction I came, "Good luck, Jacob."

He nodded and jogged off to the tent. I ran back to the baseball clearing as fast as I could. Alice was tense and Jasper was at her side asking her what she was seeing.

"Five minutes!" She cried out, "At least!"

Esme looked at me

"Bella is safe?" she asked, worry was showing in her eyes

"Jacob is with her. If any of them should escape and find her, she'll be in good hands."

Esme looked relieved. I looked around. The big, black wolf, Sam, was pacing in front of them, issuing orders. Seth, out at the campsite where I had left my Bella, was getting all of it, too. I looked over at Carlisle. I could tell he didn't want to cause any harm to these newborns. He had a certain pained look in his eyes; he was more worried about us than about himself. I was ready to defend my Bella and my family, even if it meant I had to die. I looked at Emmett; he seemed to be the only one excited… in exception of the wolves. Rosalie didn't approve of doing this. Although she warmed considerable towards Bella, she still didn't want her mate to be risking his life against bloodthirsty newborns.

"Here the come!" Emmett cheered as the first few newborns started appearing from the trees. I looked over at Sam and nodded. They got into position and tensed, ready to pounce. They started towards us, growling and hissing filled the air. Emmett was the first one to pounce, tearing a newborn apart. Rosalie started a fire and Emmett threw the pieces in. Then we pounced and started tearing the newborns apart.

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Hours later, we had finished. The newborns had all been burned, except for one… Bree. Carlisle had given her an option of survival and she surrendered. The Volturi would probably be arriving now to inspect the commotion. Where was Bella? Surely Jacob could have ran her back in a few short minutes…

Suddenly, I heard Jacob's voice in my head.

Sam, we have a problem!

What is it, Jacob?

The redhead; Victoria.

What happened?

We took down the redhead, but…

What?

Seth's voice was added to the noise

Sam! Sam! Bella's hurt!

What happened, Jacob?

Victoria, Jacob answered.

My eyes popped open wide. No. This could not be happening. Not my Bella. Jacob had to be able to take down Victoria. He had Seth there, too!

Sam! Jacob's voice was loud and clear in my head as well as Sam's.

Jacob, is she all right?

I heard howling. Not a signal, but a long, painful, mournful howl.

Sam, she's dead!

"NO!" I growled, taking off that instant. I ran towards the campsite. Jacob couldn't be sure! He just couldn't! Bella had to be alive. She just had to be alive! I reached the campsite in a matter of seconds. Seth, in his wolf form, and Jacob where bent over something.

I pushed them away, looking over Bella's lifeless form.

"No," I said softly, almost sobbing, "Bella, no!"

I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her bloodied forehead. I had lost her. I should have stayed. I left to protect her and ended up making her an easier target. It was my entire fault. I picked her body up and, with the wolves behind me, ran back to the baseball clearing. There were gasps from the wolves and sobs from Esme and Alice. She was my life, my world, my everything and she was dead.

And it was all my fault.