Chapter Two Promise
I told myself many times that this was not fate. That the reason for my interconnections with a vampire and a werewolf was merely not for this fight. For the path of blood shed and tears. This was not the road I had picked for myself when I chose immortality.
As I ran through the forest, it felt similar to the many months ago, which seemed like years ago, when I endured a life without Edward. Though that didn't scare me at all. The memories. The gap in my chest and the lump in my throat was second to the silence. Too silent. A silence that could have only meant one thing...
I tried to force that idea as far away from my mind, though it was a definite possibility. A possibility I would have to live with for the rest of my life. For the rest of eternity if it were Jacob. The rest of my crippled, old life if it were Edward.
Aimlessly, I traveled, further and further into the deep abandoned trees that stacked lopsided next to each other. As the course of smoke slivered through the air. Smell of log wood burning. I didn't take another breath, as I leaped through the field of trees and caught the scene.
Two hikers were setting up camp out in the field. One rolling a stick between his palm; fire igniting off the remains and the other setting up the tent. I shifted back into the woods, now examining any clues, though my heart thumped through my chest like a church bell. Gong. Loud and audible. But it was the bell of my heart crashing and burning—plummeting.
Suddenly, that's when I heard it; the shrill howl of an agonized wolf in pain. And in that very instant, my body moved faster than my mind. Moved faster than my thoughts and questions that arose. Was Jacob losing? Was Edward winning? Or were they both just hopelessly doomed to their own vengeance?
Missing the right exits from the familiar green, I emerged yards away from their display. And it was far beyond what I could have ever expected.
Once I entered, Edward lunged mechanically like a spring over to Jacob. His pale fingers locked around the side of his neck, Jacob's huge nose snarling from the touch. With my presence noticed, Jacob's eyes caught on to my horrified face and howled ruthlessly. His claws dragging from the floor. Edward noticed me as well. But somehow, for the first time since the day in Biology, he gave me a cold and chilled look; almost close to disgust. Maybe that was intended upon the pain that he was about to put me threw. He didn't have to. Neither of them did.
So I stepped forward, bolting over to them. Yet standing far back enough not to get in the way. Jacob howled in Edward's grasp. Edward laid him with his face meshed into the dirt, his veins streaming up. Though that's when I noticed his beauty. Oddly, the sun rose from the skies and shone across his face. Diamonds appearing. But he looked diabolical. Evil at best. And this was not the Edward I loved.
Jacob was no better; I sensed his thirst for a fight as well. Instead of careful restraint.
Approaching them, I looked up from Jacob and on to Edward—pleading, "Edward," My voice cracked, because I still felt my heart near the edge of breaking. "Just let him go, please...Everything will be fine. I promise."
"Bella it won't," Edward flashed fear in me for the first time. Not even I fear I loved, but a fear that made me afraid. That made bumps rise from my skin and hurt me like acid. "He won't stop. He will never except that you are mine. So he wants this, much more than I do. If I lived in a world where you were unattainable, I'd do the same thing..."
"You did don't you remember," I brought Italy and the Volturi into the equation. "But that was not the way and you know it. So release him, please. You can't take my best friend away."
Edward growled, while the werewolf grumbled beneath him. I stepped closer. "Sometimes we do things for the people we love because we know what is best for them. And Bella," He took my face in his hands and stroked, "I know what's best for you."
Suddenly, I was launched backwards, hurtled back on to the grassy plane. And when I caught myself up on my elbow, crawling over to catch what I would have missed, I felt myself jumping from the edge. And everything shattering before me. I felt everything fade to dust... Fade to when I had lost my love... And when I would lose my best friend... Could I really love Edward if he killed Jacob? Could I get passed the blood and gore that I would witness to see Edward as more than a monster? An earsplitting howl rupture forward me as the Vampire and the Werewolf revved and charged for carnage; quite a lot of it I expected unpleasantly....
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