I forgot the disclaimer last chapter, oops!

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"Long time no see, son." Billy Black, Jacob's father, said as he turned up on his father's doorstep.

"I know," he murmured, sidling past his father's wheelchair and into the small house.

"To what do I owe this visit, then?" Billy asked, wanting to keep the tone of their conversation light, because they both knew that soon enough, it would lead to the bloodsucker who had taken Bella Swan, the helpless human, and intended to make her Bella Cullen, the vicious vampire.

"Hungry. Going to find Bella." Jacob said around a mouthful of food.

"Why, Jake?" His father asked, rolling into the kitchen to see his son searching through the kitchen drawers until he found a sharp knife.

"He's going to change her into a leech, Dad. What else can I do?" There was no sense of Jacob's usual light-heartedness in his tone as he began hacking away at his troublesome hair.

"You can leave them alone, son. There's nothing else you can do. She made her choice."

"He hasn't changed her yet, old man. And I'd like to see you try and catch me!" He grinned, a crooked and twisted smile, not the usual smile that Billy saw on his son.

"I'll send Sam after you." Billy threatened, as Jacob began brushing up the hair that he'd left on the floor.

"Dad, I need you to get this, okay? I have to do what I can. I'll come back with Bella, or I won't come back at all."

"Don't you walk into that battlefield Jacob Black. I can't lose another member of this family."

Jacob knew that his father was thinking of his wife, Jacob's mother. It was a cruel way to guilt him into not going away again, and he refused to let it get to him.

"What else do I have, apart from her?" Jacob asked, a lump forming in his throat.

"Me! Your sisters! The pack!"

"Sure, sure," Jacob answered. "But none of you matter as much as her, Dad. I have to do this."

William Black had never felt like this in his life before. He had lost his wife, and there was nothing he could do about that.

But if he could have done something, would he have tried?

Of course he would have.

"Be careful, son. I love you."

Jacob returned the sentiment as he walked out of the door. Billy slumped in his wheelchair as the door slammed, a fat tear slipping down his wrinkled and wasted cheek. He tried to take some comfort in the fact that if Jacob didn't come back, that he would be with his mother.

And Jacob ran in the general direction of Alaska.

Not too far away 1,588 miles or so – a vampire and a human were saying goodbye to one another.

Jasper was the vampire, a blond, scar-ridden vampire who had fallen in love with his adoptive brother's wife.

Said wife's name was Bella. And she was about to go through the transition of human to vampire,

"How can I look at you every day of forever, knowing I can never touch you?" He raised his hand and stroked Bella's flushed cheek, leaving his hand cupping her chin, wanting to press his lips to hers.

"How can I look at you every day of forever, knowing that I can never kiss you, Bella?" A strangled sob came from Bella's throat, as she closed her eyes, hoping that tears wouldn't betray her.

When she opened her wet eyes, she found that Jasper was closer than she thought. Her husband was outside. His wife was outside. Their family was outside.

And she still wanted to kiss him like they had never kissed each other before.

"How am I going to leave you alone, Bella, every fucking day of forever knowing that I love you?" He pressed his lips to hers softly, wanting to push all the love he had in him onto her, and she began sobbing, unable to retain her composure any longer.

"I can't do it, Bella." He breathed, holding her close to him, not ever wanting to let her go, not wanting her to forget every thing that they'd had, not wanting her to forget everything she'd wished they could have.

"I don't care that they think it's a lie. I tried to sit there with you yesterday and lie my face off and try to be around you like a brother, but I can't, I can't do it." Jasper's voice was saturated in pain and Bella sobbed again, and clutched at his shirt with her frail human fingers, holding on for dear life.

"I can't spend every single day of forever with you when every time I see you, I fall a little more in love with you..." He trailed off, giving Bella an apologetic look as her tears continued to stream in rivers down her rosy cheeks, the salt staining her porcelain skin.

He claimed he couldn't live without her, but he was dead already.

And Jacob continued to run.