HIS INSPIRATION, HIS CONSTANT LOVE
(Note: I don't own Twilight or the characters. Stephenie Meyer owns them. I happened to be just a fan.)
What if Jacob Black never imprinted at all?
Chapter 1: The Lonely Twist
(Jacob Black and Edward Cullen happened to be at Bella Swan's bedside during her difficult and strange labor. This story transcribed at the middle part of Breaking Dawn, but it deviated to another plot.)
When Jacob saw the baby in Rosalie's arms, he still felt the hatred in his heart, knowing that this baby almost killed her mother, his dearly beloved Bella. However, when he saw her eyes, his anger suddenly melted. He must have seen those eyes from somewhere else and somewhere so near and familiar, but he didn't know where. He, however, did not feel any gravitational pull towards the baby who they called Renesmee. Somehow, he knew that he had to protect the baby since she happened to be Bella's offspring.
And so, it came to pass that Bella did become a vampire, one of those cold ones, just as Alice had predicted. She had lived happily and securely with Edward and Renesmee, as well as the rest of the Cullens. She became strong and invincible as any of them with her own power, a shield, and she didn't need to feel fear anymore. With those traits on the limelight, Jacob felt she didn't need him anymore. She didn't express her need for him like she used to, for she had felt complete. In the past, Bella felt addicted to Edward like a seasoned chess master to chess, and at the same time, felt at ease with Jacob, like a sunflower to the sun. Now, with her vampire nature, she can spend the rest of her eternity with Edward like she had always wanted. She can be a chess master happily addicted to her chess and spend all her life in the dark, thus shunning the sun altogether. That was what Jacob really felt. And so, with still the love in his heart, he decided to let her go and leave without saying a word. When Bella learned of this, she felt concerned for him who used to be her best friend. He had promised to stay, she told Alice. He had promised that they will remain as friends even if she was already married. But she wasn't that worried anymore as she used to be. Or at least that was what she thought. Maybe her nature had prevented her from yearning for other people. Alice told her that perhaps, she can give Jacob his space, and ultimately, his freedom.
Jake went back to La Push. When he went home, the first person he met was Leah Clearwater, the lone female shape-shifter.
"Just what in the world is wrong, Jacob?" Leah taunted him. "Broken-hearted with that Swan vampire again?"
"Look, Leah, if you want to taunt someone, pick someone your own size," Jacob sneered. Even if he was hurt, his ego still told him to act like nothing wrong had happened. "And please, she is no longer a Swan. She's a Cullen."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Leah commented. "Don't act as if you are not hurt at all."
"Don't say that as if you are not hurt at all!" Jacob shot back her.
Leah stopped. He was right. She had never gotten over Sam Uley imprinting on her second cousin Emily. That was too much pain for her, which is why she is such a royal bitch right now. She wasn't able to say anything more to Jake than to tell him to get a life. Yeah, to get a life was all that he needed.
That is what he had to do. He will have to have a life. Stop being Peter Pan, he thought. Be more like Wendy Darling, go home and grow up. He went to his father and announced that he is going back to school. For some reasons, he also gave up his ability to transform into a werewolf. And so, he handed back the Alpha rank to Sam and went back to school. A few years later, he graduated high school without a girlfriend, working hard all he could just to be able to attend college. And fair enough, he was admitted to a very prestigious and prodigious film school, working at night to make ends meet. After all, he was a man of all works, a jack of all trades.
And soon, he became a film writer, and later in his mature years, he successfully became a renowned director. His movies became major blockbuster hits worldwide, and most of them even had local adaptations in different countries. Most of the novels one can mention had been transformed into life in the reel. He had garnered all the international awards and all those accolades in his craft in all those decades that he worked. For all those times however, he only granted his first on-camera interview when he was about 77 years old. And all those time, he never fell in love, and he never married. When he died, his pack-brothers, still beautiful and young and strong, buried him according to the Quileute custom.
-tsuzuku-