Disclaimer I do not own Twilight or any of its successive books, nor do I own the characters. The rights remain solely with Stephenie Meyer and whoever she associates her series with. I do not own a thing.

AN I know I only had a teaser for the second chapter up and I'm sorry! I haven't had the time to do anything lately. Children sort of do that to you. Anywho, here's the actual second chapter! And if you'll reread the first, you'll notice I made quite a few changes. It's beefier! Yes, I'm trying to flesh out my writing a little more, without using just dialogue or character actions. Thank you for the advice from Renas Asylum! And here we go!

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If That's What It Takes - Chapter two – It's Not a Baby, Bella

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"Bella…" he started. How was he going to say this? "I don't want you to do this." Well that's a start. He could see the pain in her eyes as he said that. "Bella, honey, please. It's not because I don't want you to have a kid, I promise. If it weren't…" he moved his arms around in circles, "like this, if it were normal, even with him, I wouldn't… be angry." His hands landed on his thighs, the muscles underneath quivering, though not from his anger. "I'm not angry at you, Bells," he started, as he watched her thoughts dance across her face, "I'm angry at him. Them. What they, especially him, did to you. This," he says as his hand motions towards her belly, "…is not normal. You're not healthy. It's sucking the life out of you. That's not natural."

Her breathing hitched. "Jacob… I can't deny this baby a life." Bella rubbed a tentative hand along her stomach, touching it lightly. Her smile was evidently genuine, but he couldn't miss the pained look her eyes held. It seemed off, somehow. He brought his thoughts back to the task at hand.

"It's not a baby, Bella." He reached to put his hand near it again. Before he could even touch it, her stomach vibrated visibly with its growl. A high pitched keening sounded, startling her. The light from outside the bland room darkened faintly, in time with the demon spawn's exclamation. Jake felt the back of his neck tingle and the hairs on it stand on end. "It's not a baby, Bella," he repeated, his eyes somber. He hated making her sad. "It hates me. It's a vampire's spawn! No normal baby would do that. Did you see the room just now? Bella, it's even hurting you," he told her, as she winced in pain again, hand flying to her stomach. He paused. He thought of an old story that was told to him when he joined the pack. "There is another Quileute legend I know, that my people do not speak of. I want to tell it to you."

She hesitated with her answer, grasping his hand slightly tighter as her stomach trembled again. "I'll listen, Jacob." Her voice was small. He took a deep breath and began his story.

"There was a time when there were few vampires, when our people first took the form of their spirit wolves. In a town somewhere between our reservation and the city now known as Tacoma, there was a woman that had been 'cursed' by a vampire. She bore a demon child that killed her during childbirth, draining her as it emerged from her womb. It held innumerable victims after its birth, and my ancestors had to… take care of it." He took a moment to rub her forearm slightly. She was trembling, and he knew it wasn't from the temperature of the room. He switched my gaze from her face to her stomach. This was a story he did not want to tell, but if it saved Bella from the creature that was causing her so much pain, he could stand to bear it. He steeled himself.

"The woman had been made pregnant by a vampire, one known as the Incubus. The woman could not remember what had happened, but within a few months she was sure she would give birth to it soon. Her Belly had been bruised so horribly, her ribs and pelvis broken, her insides... messed up." In truth they had been scrambled, and the woman had been literally gutted, pieces strewn everywhere. He shook his head during his second of silence, not sure he could stomach the imagery. His mind tried to imagine her as the mother, but he quickly shunned that line of thought. He had hoped Edward could hear his thoughts, just so he knew what he could cause to happen to Bella. His narrowed as he glared at the ground. "It was bad. I would never wish that kind of fate upon you, Bella. Not on anyone."

She was hesitantly listening, and he waited for her to speak, though she didn't make a sound for a long moment. "Jake." She looked at her still expanding stomach. "It's still my child. I want it to live. I can't kill it." Did she not understand what he was saying? He countered her.

"There were so many victims, Bella. So many that it makes me sick to think about it. But its first victim was the worst. The mother. The one who had been so gracious as to give it life. This thing inside you, its first victim is already planned. I don't want it to get away with that. I would never allow you to let yourself succumb to... that. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew I could stop you from letting it happen.

"The vampires here will kill it as soon as it kills you. There is no way to contain these monsters. There are too many innocents whose lives will be risked. Including yours. Especially yours. No one wants you to do this, Bella. No one that really cares about you. The ones that care about you, they don't want you to do this to yourself. Just seeing you in pain like this makes me wants to... makes me want to do things to someone I've never wanted to do." He knew that was a lie, but she didn't. He's always wanted to kill that bastard for hurting like he had already, and now with this new development, he was itching for blood to fall. He looked at her and their eyes locked in an intense gaze that let her know how strong his feelings were about this. He could tell she was beginning to feel depressed. His head hung slightly, and he looked at the hardwood floors, memorizing the lines that were ground darkly into each piece of wood. It looks delicate. He wanted to smash them to pieces. This whole house he wanted to tear apart, including its vampire occupants.

Jacob took a moment to really look around him. The house looked as lifeless as the leeches that lived here. He could smell so much anger, mostly from himself, but a lot of it wafting in the room still was not his. He assumed it was the pixie's. She had been glaring daggers at the floor when he came in to see Bella. He also smelled the barest hint of happiness. Probably the blonde devil, he scoffed to himself. How could she be so stupid and uncaring that she was willing to let Bella die so this thing could kill hundreds of people? Maybe she thought it was going to be some kindhearted little human baby. He glanced at Bella's stomach again. Yeah, right, he thought. This thing will be a fucking monster.

Jake sighed. He'd been thinking by himself for too long. He needed to tell her about what he and the leech talked about.

"Bells, Edward--" He absolutely hated saying that name--"asked me to do something. A favor." He smelled her anger flare suddenly, and glanced up to see color rising to her cheeks.

"He wants you to kill it!" she accused. Jake didn't move. "He asked you to kill it!" She yanked her hand away from his, a disgusted look on her face. He caught disbelief and a little hurt in her expression as well. He guessed she didn't trust Edward around her anymore. Or at least, he hoped that's what the hurt in her expression was for. It changed a little, turning into love. Love for the creature inside her.

"No, Bella, he asked me to convince you to keep yourself alive."

"I... can't explain it too well, Jake, but I want children. This has opened my eyes to something new, and I'll admit, wonderfully frightening. Even if I can only have this one, I want it. I need it." Jake was a little flabbergasted. Where did that come from? Bella never expressed interest in kids before, or at least not in his company. His eyes briefly traveled to the undulating thing in her stomach, then went back to gazing at her face. He took a breath.

"If you could have normal children, would you?" He grasped her frail hand with both of his own. She did not hesitate with her answer.

"Yes." She looked at their hands, void of the normal emotions brought on by his touch. Her usual nervousness and slight flush of her cheeks. He wondered idly if it was the demon inside of her causing her to suddenly decide she aspired to be a mother.

"Bells... You can have normal children. Don't you want them?" His eyes moved his head upwards as they pleaded with her, but she kept staring at their hands.

"Yes, I do. You have no idea how badly. This is something I need to experience." He was taken aback, again. It must be the leech's spawn doing this. He shook his head.

"Then don't do this Bella. You can have normal kids, but only if you don't do this! You only want to do this because the thing inside you is messing with your head. I can tell how different you are acting now, and it worries me. You're acting like it's a real person inside there. It's not. The bloodsucker did not give you a baby. He gave you a monster." He ended his small speech with such emotion she was taken aback. She gasped slightly as thoughts raced through her head. He caught uncertainty, confusion, and finally, anger.

"JACOB!" She yanked her hand from his. "You're still trying to make me leave him, after--!"

"No, Bella," he interrupted. "He's asking me a favor." She looked confused and shocked.

"What...?"

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AN And that's the second chapter. I'll update the next chapter soon. Also, I'm looking for a beta reader. I read over my own things and usually catch most of my mistakes, but I don't get them all! Message me if you're interested. :)

Cheti