AN: this isn't really part of my fairytale series, but i guess it could be. it is NOT a BellaJacob pairing, and it IS a oneshot. it is pretty short, but i still hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: -fill in blank with imagination-
The Beauty and the Beast
Jacob Black
I was still running after three days straight.
I never stopped and I never thought. Or, at least, I tried. Yes, I tried. I tried so very hard not to think of her. But that didn't help very much. Every time I closed my eyes, her face smiled out at me, clear as day. No matter how hard I tried to shake the picture from my mind, it never disappeared. And I knew it never would.
But, deep down, I hoped it never would.
I didn't want to see her, the girl, the one I loved, the one who broke my heart. How could she ever really love me? I was a monster, a beast. And she was a heavenly angel, a beauty.
But she had said she loved, that she knew her love would never be enough. But she had said that, and that was all that mattered to me.
But why couldn't she see that? That all I wanted, all I needed, was her love? Why? I knew the answers to all my questions, the one answer: the bloodsucker she called Edward.
He was the one thing in my way, the one who didn't belong in our world, our time. His time had been up almost a hundred years ago, but he was still here.
I shook my head, trying to release all the memories that haunted me now. But they wouldn't go away.
I willed my legs to move faster through the dense forest that surrounded me. I had no idea where I was. I didn't even now if I was still alive. But could death be so painful? Or would it release all the pain bottled up inside of me?
The next thing that happened was something I never expected. But I guess that, after running for three days straight, it shouldn't surprise me.
I tripped and fell to the ground, my legs trembling. I couldn't stop the agony then, and I let it drown me.
Maybe she didn't love me after all. Maybe all her words were empty. Maybe her kiss meant nothing. Maybe she was just playing some sick game with my emotions.
Of course she didn't love me. She was the beauty, I was the beast. Why would she love me?
If only the spell could be broken and I could become her prince, her handsome prince. But she was the only one who could break the spell. Or was she...
The legends said that all the werewolves had a soul mate, an imprint. What if she isn't my imprint, my soul mate? No, how could I ever love someone more than her? More than Bella? It's impossible.
But all the legends have been right, so far. So there must be someone else who can break the spell, someone who won't see me as a beast. There has to be someone.
I let out a deep sigh, my stomach moving up and down through my fur as I lied on the forest floor. There must be hope.
I sighed again as I rose onto my trembling legs, which gave out beneath me. And so, I just stayed there, lying on the damp floor of the forest, lost in my thoughts of the beauty and the beast.
AN: hope you liked it and hope you review, please! later: eclipsed heart :)