There's a place in the dark where the animals go
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow
Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands
Drop the dagger and laugh at the blood on your hands, Romeo
I've really been on a bender and it shows
So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?
Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
A kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
A light to burn all the empires
So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be
In love with all of these vampires
So you can leave like the sane abandoned me
-My Chemical Romance
He was so powerful.
The boulder lay in pieces around him, smashed into rubble easily with a swing of his fierce paws. Nothing about him was weak, nothing was reachable.
Except his heart.
She would never be his. She would become a vampire, or die in the attempt. The shredded stones became scattered, sanguine parts of her, torn to bits by his bloodlust. He howled low, the sound of it echoing across the forest trees and scattering anyone close enough to hear it. The other animals' fear stained the air around him, the smell strong in his nose.
She would be destroyed, no matter the outcome. Her soul would be gone, ripped from this world and possibly ruined itself. She would be heartless, but above that…
Above that she would be thirsty.
And if they ever came back, he would have to kill her. Kill her, because that was his job, his responsibility.
It wasn't fair.
What did he have that was so desirable? Immortality? There would be no children, no happiness, just death.
And the process would not be pleasant.
The teeth would tear through her fragile skin like paper, shredding it almost beyond repair. Then the poison would seep in, swiftly but somehow slowly. It would spread fire through her veins, searing her soul and broiling what was human about her. Cauterizing her open heart, burning straight through her.
The fire would strip her beautiful mind black, leaving her dehydrated and itching for blood. The ruined mess of her spirit would not save her from the Hell that she was destined for once the transformation was complete.
Worst of all, she would bleed.
She would bleed those three days, the tainted blood refusing to clot and slow. She would bleed and they would breathe in the smell, enjoying it, bathing in it's fragrance. They would relish in her pain and her eventual completion.
He saw the blood in his nightmares.
It will run on to the floor, darkening it crimson. It might even burn holes into the ground, with all the poison. It will create pools around her twitching form as she screams in pain, screams for it to stop, for them to just kill her.
But they'll offer her no such salvation, they don't have that mercy in them.
Tears will pour down her face, her last human act. They'll mix with the blood on the ground, and then she'll never be herself again.
She'll never be good.
She'll never be loving.
She'll never know hope, or sanctuary, or kindness. Never again.
She'll be a monster.
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A/N: Short and to the point. This was inspired by the song up top. Just so everyone knows, this is how I'm portraying Jacob's thinking. These are in no way my views. Please review!