"Move your hands, Jacob."
I looked up from Bella's white eyes, still pumping her heart for her. Edward had a syringe in his hand-all silver, like it was made of steel.
"What's that?"
His stone hand knocked mine out of the way. There was a tiny crunch as his blow broke my little finger. In the same second, he shoved the needle straight into her heart.
"My venom." He answered as he pushed the plunger down.
I heard the jolt in her heart, like he'd shocked her with paddles.
"Keep it moving." He ordered. His voice was ice, was dead. Fierce and unthinking. Like he was a machine.
I ignored the healing ache in my finger and started pumping her heart again. It was harder, as if her blood was congealing there- thicker and slower. While I pushed the now-viscous blood through her arteries, I watched what he was doing.
It was like he was kissing her, brushing his lips at her throat, at her wrists, into the crease at the inside of her arm. But I could hear the lush tearing of her skin as his teeth bit through, again and again, forcing venom into her system at as many points as possible. I saw his pale tongue sweep along the bleeding gashes, but before this could make me angry, I realized what he was doing.
Where his tongue washed the venom over her skin, it sealed shut. Holding the poison and the blood inside her body.
I blew more air into her mouth, but there was nothing there.
Nothing but me, and him. She was gone, no longer was she inhabiting this body that had become a mangled bloody corpse. We would not succeed at putting her back together again.
"Go, then," he snapped, and hit my hands out of the way again, taking my place this time.
I straightened them numbly, not minding the throb of pain.
I realized absently that there was nothing holding me to the room anymore, there was no more sense of urgency. I felt as if I were floating with nothing tethering me to the earth. No more Bella to rescue. Blinking slowly I turned and made my way out of the room, down the stairs, not really knowing where I was going until I found myself standing in the living room. Rosalie was on the clean end of the white sofa, her back to me, cooing and murmuring to the blanket-wrapped thing in her arms. She must have heard me but didn't respond.
I frowned and sniffed the air.
Blood. Human Blood.
Of course the tiny murderer would want blood, what else would you feed the kind of monster that would brutally mutilate its own mother? It might as well have been drinking Bella's blood. Maybe it was.
Strength and hate and heat-red heat washing through my head, burning but erasing nothing. The images in my head were fuel, building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed. I felt the tremors rock me from head to toe, and I did not try to stop them.
Rosalie was totally absorbed in the creature, paying no attention to me at all. She wouldn't be able to stop me.
Sam had been right. The thing had to be destroyed.
There was a new pull on me tugging me forward. Pushing me to finish this, to fulfill my duty as Ephraim's heir, the true Alpha.
Rosalie would try to kill me when the creature was dead, and I would fight back. I wasn't sure if I would have time to finish her before the others came to help. Maybe, maybe not. I didn't care either way. I would take down as many Cullen's with me as possible. Except Edward, he deserved to live, to linger in the misery of his own making.
Rosalie cooed at the creature again, setting the empty metal bottle-thing aside and lifting the creature into the air to nuzzle her face against its cheek.
Perfect.
The new position was perfect for my strike. I leaned forward the heat of the change flooding through me my skin going tight while the wolf clawed at my insides to get out, to kill. The pull toward the killer grew- it was stronger than I've ever felt before, so strong it reminded me of an Alpha's command, like it would crush me if I didn't obey.
This time I wanted to obey.
The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's gaze should be.
Warm brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate-the exact same color that Bella's had been.
My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat-not a burning.
It was glowing.
I snapped back to myself, no longer floating through the universe, everything inside me was suddenly attached to the half-vampire, half-human baby. Everything narrowed down the this one point in time, nothing else mattered, not Bella, my pack, not even myself.
It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now.
Renesmee.
A/N
Hey guys, don't worry I didn't abandon this story. Life happened and my computer broke so the combination of no time and no computer made it literally impossible to upload anything. I will try to upload a often as I can but I can't promise anything consistent for a while.
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