A/N: Hey guys. So I posted up a ch3 then realized that I hadn't written a ch/3 for this story. Like at all and yeah that's why it was confusing, it wasn't meant for you to read. I've stalled this long enough cause I can't think about what to type. So I stole from Snow White and the Huntsman. Don't judge me!
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
don't feel bad for me, I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep, Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up on my own anymore
Jacob ran his hands through the sand. They'd received the wedding invitation two weeks ago but he still couldn't believe it was happening. His brain had trouble processing the fact that Edward was going to go through with it. He'd had this lingering thought that the vampire would feel the pain through the bond and call the wedding a quits. But he didn't. Jacob figured they were probably nearing the 'I do's' and he knew the second they were confirmed husband and wife, he'd feel the rush of pain. Jacob decided he would go out to the shore for the ceremony. At first, Sam had disapproved of it, what with the rogue who attacked Edward still running around, but his father convinced him otherwise. He'd left the house and walked down entirely unprepared for the pain. Supposedly the first week was the worst and then your body just got numb and started falling apart after that. He hoped the falling apart was an exaggeration and that he could remain strong for his father but he knew it wouldn't be that simple. It never was. The worst part was that he knew what he was missing. He knew what it felt like to have Edward's lips pressed against his own. To feel that icy cold skin on his neck, to be close enough. It wasn't fair. He could have gone on not caring without that. Without the constant, painful reminder of what he could have had. He pressed the palm of his hands against his forehead, blinking away the blurriness in his eyes. He wanted Edward there, next to him. He needed the vampire in the same way Edward had needed him before. And while Jacob wasn't lying on the floor bleeding, he was dying on the inside. His brain focused on the only thing that mattered now, Edward.
He remembered trying to explain the bond to Bella. "It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves. When you see them, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. They do. And nothing matters more than them. And you would do anything for them, be anything for them… You become whatever they need you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother." He wanted to blame Edward for the way he felt but he couldn't bring himself to. And for Edward, he made an excuse to Bella so he wouldn't be at the wedding. For Edward he stayed away, never visiting or calling or patrolling near the border. He made sure Sam set him up patrolling somewhere else, so Edward wouldn't have to choose between them, even Jacob wanted him to. He wished desperately that Edward didn't reciprocate his feelings because then he could lie to himself about it and go on being just a friend. He dropped his hands between his legs, considering going into the water when the time came, secretly hoping it would help him cope with the pain.
In the distance he heard twigs snapping and he turned around, his heart racing. He prepared himself to fight, knowing Edward would never leave Bella at the altar; it had to be the rogue. But the nuptials were due any minute and his body would be unable to resist or attack a vampire. He backed away towards the water considering swimming closer to home, where the others could help fight off the leech. His muscles tensed as the strange smell grew closer. Then, out of nowhere, a crow flew out aimed straight at him. It's wings smacked his head but he managed to dodge it's beak and claws. It stopped to sit on the log to his right before cawing at him. He growled deep in his throat but the bird seemed unfazed and continued to caw, fluttering it's wings against the bark. He stood and attempted to shoo it away but it refused to go. He looked around him for something to hit it with, not willing to risk getting bitten for nothing. He spotted a rock from the corner of his eye reached down to grab it, taking his eyes off the bird for a second. When he looked back at the bark, it was gone. His eye brows furrowed, he hadn't heard it fly away and there was no sign of it anywhere. He thought for a second he was hallucinating but the hit to his head was real. He shook off the strange feeling crawling up his back and turned back to look at the water. It was beyond still, and everything was quiet. He could hear his own heartbeat in the silence. Suddenly, scruff noises were made from somewhere to his left. He didn't tense, however, because a familiar scent was brought to him as the wind breezed towards his face. He stared unable to believe the sight before him. Edward was standing, in his disheveled tux. He smiled and in a breeze they were standing face to face. Jacob waited for the vampire to speak, questioning whether or not he was hallucinating. Edward put his hands against Jacob's neck and pressed their lips together. Jacob kissed him back, pulling away needing one question answered.
"The wedding," Edward shook his head on Jacob's shoulder before moving away.
"I couldn't do it," Jacob smiled and leaned forward capturing Edward's lips with his own, the vampire pulled away to speak "Not without killing you first." Jacob's body tensed as a pain rippled down his spine. He pushed himself away but only managed five steps before falling down into the sand. His body shook feeling as though his flesh was burning right of his bones. He was rolled onto his back by the vampire and managed to make eye contact, asking why repeatedly in his thoughts. The vampire seemed unable to hear or feel his pain. In fact Edward seemed just fine. And it occurred to him that Edward would not have made it past the wolves without one of them howling a warning towards Jacob. His breathing became uneven as he attempted to suck air into his lungs. It wasn't Edward. It's shaped changed, turning into a more female shaped character.
"Shape shifting, poison-lipped vampire," she smiled down at him, "Wonderful isn't it?" She giggled, as Jacob's breathing became a quiet wheezing. "I wanted Edward but his family got home before I could finish him off. When I saw you two, well I knew he had an extra soft spot." She ran her nails slowly down his neck to his chest. "And your blood, well it's perfect for me." Jacob mentally twitched away from her, but eyes were getting heavy and the world blurring. "Just be thankful I killed you before he said 'I do'." Her voiced echoed in his brain, he felt pressure against his shoulder but whether or not it would have caused him pain, he didn't know. The rest of his body hurt too much, and there was salvation in the dark. He didn't want to give in, but his body refused to let him fight, refused to heal itself. And so he let his eyes close, his body relaxing as he shuddered out his last breath, Edward as his last thought.
The pain rolled through him, spreading faster than a blood infection. His vision blurred and hands began to shake. A crushing pain filled his chest and he felt like he was unable to breathe, despite it not being a requisite for his living in the first place. He fell to ground, unable to put his hands out to catch himself. Bella fell to her knees next to him, panting. She called to him, but he couldn't look at her. His head was somewhere else, with someone else. He tried to breathe but couldn't. He closed his eyes, opening them again in pain. Carlisle was next to him asking questions but he couldn't speak. He forced himself up onto his hands, managing to look up at Bella's tear stained face. Alice was next to her, comforting her. Thoughts were flying all around him he could barely hear his own. His hands caved under him and arms were wrapped around him, pulling him up. Something stabbed into his side and yelled, pulling his shoulder back. He opened his eyes and looked at his body, he was unharmed. There was nothing there, but it burned. His skin grew hot and his body quivered.
"Edward!" Bella cried for him. She tripped and fell to her knees trying to catch up to him. Hid head thrusted backwards as his midsection erupted with pain. He couldn't hold back the screams which poured out of him. He was put down on a table and Carlisle began tearing his shirt off. He felt the cold hands fumble over his body looking for a wound where there was none. Edward wished he could communicate to them that Jacob was the one injured, but he couldn't open his mouth without screaming. His body fought to regain its composure, if only to go and rescue the wolf. He tried to force himself to sit up but Carlisle ordered the others to hold him down.
"What's wrong with him?" Bella whimpered. Carlisle shook his head, several thoughts as he tried to spin ideas off in his head, never reaching the right one.
Edward's vision blurred and a choking, gagging sensation filled his throat. He leaned over, Esme's grip on his side slipping, and threw up. He managed to focus his eyes well enough to know it was blood. He was puking blood.
"He's sick! You need to get him to hospital! Look his chest isn't moving!" Bella's father yelled. Edward managed to shake his head no. He needed to get to Jacob. He needed to get there before the wolf died, before whatever it was that hurt him got away.
"I'm a doctor!" Carlisle yelled, loosing his composure for the first time in Edward's vampire life. He could hear Bella's sobs from the corner and thought only of when he was injured. It was all she was capable of doing, no matter how much she volunteered to give blood; he knew she could never really do it. She was traumatized from her first bite. Jacob had been strong enough to give him more than enough blood without panicking or allowing his heartbeat to change pace. And now that Jacob needed him, Edward wasn't there.
"He's going to die because you won't take him to the hospital!" Bella's father yelled frustrated. He was scared and worried for Edward and his daughter. He felt nails dig into his skin and tear downwards, his muscles tensed as yet another blood curling scream was forced out of his mouth. He looked down at his legs, somehow expecting to look past his pants and see that he wasn't injured. Carlisle lifted up his pant leg slightly, and then Bella was screaming again.
"What the fuck?" It was Bella's father but Edward couldn't care enough to listen to any of them anymore. The scent of blood filled his nose and he rested his head back with his eyes shut hoping he could somehow tell Jacob to hold on. And beg the wolf to listen to nothing but his voice and to hold on until they could get there. His chest cringed and he whimpered uncontrollably. Bella was at his side, suddenly, her hands pawing at his face.
"Edward, please don't leave me," a tear fell onto his face and he twitched away from how cold it felt on his skin, "Please I need you." Alice tore her away, Bella violently protesting and dropping things all over the place. He could hear the shattering plates and silverware clattering as it hit the floor.
"We need to get everyone out," Emmet whispered to Bella's father before the two began to gather up everyone.
Edward shut his eyes tighter, forcing himself to push pass the pain and noise and thoughts. He focused only on the last image he had left of the wolf. Of those lips he'd kissed, the pain in his chest grew. He could see the wolf, lying helplessly in the sand. Someone on top on him, smiling as they cut into Jacob's midsection. Blood pooling in the sand, staining it a dark red. The pain in Edward's abdomen grew substantially. It hit him suddenly, that there was no heartbeat. Nothing and Jacob's eyes were open, lifeless orbs of brown.
'This is what happens when you chose to care for no one but yourself.' A voice spat at him. His body shivered. The image slowly disappeared from his mind, the pain vanishing with it. He opened his eyes, Bella was sobbing with her head buried in her hands. Alice held her, not yet noticing that Edward was no longer lying down. He looked over at Esme, who was at the doorway, on hand on her forehead. Carlisle walked out, pausing when he looked at Edward. Their eyes met for a second, Edward knew what he wanted to ask but his mouth couldn't move and then his chest constricted. It felt like a hand was inserted upwards through his abdomen, grabbing his heart and tearing it out. His body went numb and he fell to the ground. Alice's head snapped up at the noise. They ran over to him, but Edward couldn't move. His body was frozen, a emotionless corpse on the ground. Carlisle shook him but Edward could only blink. He was certain someone was screaming, probably Bella, but he couldn't hear them. He saw only brief images of their faces before he closed his eyes, unwilling to see anymore.
