A/N: Thanks to everyone who is reading this far! I've always misunderstood the lyrics to this chorus. After much debating, I've decided to leave my lyrics. If you notice the wrong words, it is intentional! (This problem will reoccur in every chorus and the bridge!)
into the blood, into the blood
I met my love before I was born
Jacob's tap on my window was the last thing I expected. I wasn't scared. Edward must have known he was coming. But I did feel a sense of foreboding. Everything I said lately had set Jacob off. I knew tonight's conversation would end in hurt, probably tears. "Hi, Jacob," I said, trying to keep the weariness from my tone. However, I couldn't keep myself from hugging him. I sensed, rather than felt, his nose wrinkle as he caught Edward's scent, but his hug was fierce. "Bella," he began slowly, and I knew what he was going to say. "No, Jacob. I've made my choice, and theres no going back." A snarl filled with rage and agitation rumbled in his chest. I felt it before he stepped back and turned to look out the window. "I was made for you Bella!" He was struggling to keep his voice steady. I shook my head even though his back was turned. "I was made for both of you. But he and I, it's just right. I can feel it in my blood." With a horrible attempt at my favorite smile, Jacob turned to face me. "Ironic."
he wanted love, I taste of blood,
he bit my lip and drank my war
from years before
I was still crying when Edward returned. I tried to apologize, for still almost doubting every time he left me, for being just as affected by Jacob's feelings as by his. Before I could even open my mouth, he had pulled me, quilt and all, into the rocking chair with him. The opening tones of my lullaby reverberated through his marble chest. All the self hatred I'd been feeling melted away, and I allowed myself to be comforted.