This is my longest chapter yet! Over 2000 words yay me. :D

Some of the dialogue is similar or copied from Breaking Dawn and therefore, much like Twilight, it does not belong to me, but Stephenie Meyer. And now, back to Jacob…

Chapter 4

Draco decided it was in his best interest to lay low for a little while, so Jacob would have some time to cool down. Unfortunately for him, Jacob was doing pretty much the opposite…

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It's bad enough that Paul imprinted on his freaking sister, and is constantly hanging out in his house, eating his food, but now the one time he needed someone to work out all his frustrations on, he isn't game for it. Just bloody perfect. Not to mention, Paul's yet another person in the pack who has imprinted; four out of ten now! So much for rare myths…

'So maybe I haven't been the best person to be around lately, but seriously, what is wrong with the world?' Jacob thought. 'Paul doesn't want to fight, Bella is going to die soon and there's nothing I can do about it (not that that's new), the pang in my chest that was a constant before I met -him- is back, and he is in Forks and I'm feeling so freaking torn. Him or her.

On the one hand Draco is, (aside from Quil and Embry) the best person I've ever met. Even if we were never –together- I think we would have been really good friends. On the other hand, there's just something about Bella, this pull that draws me to her. I have this overwhelming urge to protect her, which I guess isn't so surprising since she's so fragile… but more concerning is that it hurts to be away from her and I don't know what I'll do if he changes her.' Jacob shook his head as if to clear it of the thoughts clouding his mind like cobwebs, before internally declaring, 'I am so messed up.'

Jacob could hear Paul's donkey laugh in the other room and it just filled him with more of the bitterness and restless anger that had been consuming him lately. He needed to get out. His bedroom was too stifling, his thoughts were swarming around like angry hornets in the enclosed space, and Paul wouldn't get out of his goddamn house! He climbed out of his window rather than risk seeing Paul and consequently taking another swing at him. No matter how satisfying it would have been, he did not look forward to yet another lecture from Rachel.

He followed where his footsteps led him, thankful that his bare chest wouldn't be too out of place on the beach, especially since it was the summer. He spotted Quil playing with Claire not too far away, and watched their happy, laughing faces as Claire bossed him around. Quil was whipped by a three year old and Jacob couldn't even find it in himself to make fun of him for it, because he wished that he could be half as lucky as his friend. Although it definitely sucked that he had a good fourteen years or so of abstinence ahead of him, it didn't really seemed to bother Quil all that much.

Jacob approached the two, and made light conversation with Quil for awhile; it had been too long since they had had a chance to talk, and Jacob missed his friend's company.

"Quil, you ever think about dating?" he asked; a question that was seemingly out of the blue for his fellow Quileute. "You know. A real girl." Jacob continued when Quil gaped at him. "I mean, just for now right? On your nights off babysitting duty." The response his question received was akin to utter disbelief. Jacob let Claire's meaningless chatter fill the awkward silence that had fallen between them before apologizing for his pushiness. Quil shrugged it off, and when Jacob guessed that Quil wouldn't do it, the answer Quil gave him made him pause.

"I can't imagine. I just don't…see anyone that way. I don't notice girls anymore, you know. I don't see their faces." His explanation was close to home since that was exactly how Jacob felt after meeting Bella.

"Maybe Claire will have a different kind of competition to worry about," Jacob joked. 'Like Draco and I' he thought, although Bella would never care about the competition.' His smile faded significantly, though he had to chuckle when Quil tried to proposition him.

"You wish," he shot back.

"You ever think about dating?" Quil asked after a slight hesitation.

Jacob groaned, knowing he should have expected that one. There wasn't much he was willing to say about the subject; he definitely wasn't eager to mention Draco, especially not after this little exchange or else Quil might have thought him serious. Okay, doubtful, but he didn't really want to make things uncomfortable between them. So he settled with,

"I don't see them either, Quil. I don't see their faces." His friend sighed, and he wondered if maybe he should have told him the truth. Before he could make a concrete decision however, Sam made it for him.

A low howl tore through the forest, and Jacob made a beeline for the pack, while Quil went to drop off Claire at the Clearwaters'. Jacob hated having to answer to Sam's beck and call, but at least this time he had a choice. He thought back to that sham of a wedding, when he was torn between killing Edward and saving Bella. Sam had turned on the full power of the Alpha and he was forced to leave. To obey. If there was one thing Jacob hated, it was having no choice. There was no choice when it came to Bella, and Draco... Well, he probably hadn't made the best choices when it came to the blonde, but at least they had been his choices to make.

Aware that someone else had entered his mind, he shoved thoughts of Draco to the back and focused on Bella instead. None of the pack had a clue of what had conspired between him and the arrogant wizard, and he would like to keep it that way thank you very much.

Well aren't you whiny, a female voice interrupted his brooding.

God, it had to be Leah, Jacob thought irritated.

Shut up Jacob," she shot back, though he paid her no mind.

Can it, guys, Sam told Jacob and Leah, the latter wincing at the term guys.

Freaking touchy, Jacob managed. Leah bristled, and Sam pretended not to notice. They waited for the rest of the pack to show up, and Jacob knew, this was the news that he had been dreading all summer. He wondered which story they were going to go with.

There was a freak accident, the plane crashed, there were no survivors… No, the Cullens wouldn't let any innocent people die, aside from Bella anyway. It would be more like private jet crashed, no survivors; it crashed into a field of marshmallows and luckily no one around them was harmed… Right. Or maybe some sort of tropical disease or swine flu; she was incredibly sick, there's nothing we could have done. Attacked by a horde of sharks. Tripped off the highest building in the country… a little unlikely, but if anyone were to manage, it would be Bella…

He realized he had zoned out but he tuned in when he heard Bella's name.

Bella got home last week, and… The pressure that had been building in Jacob's chest eased slightly. So she was alive. Or at least not dead dead. It was amazing how much of a difference it made; her not being dead. Jacob realized then that he didn't think that she would have even survived her honeymoon with that monster. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful or supremely disgusted. Not that it mattered, since he knew that she wouldn't be alive for long. Seth continued that Bella was sick with some 'rare disease' she's been 'quarantined' by Carlisle. How convenient.

So she would die from this disease, at least as far as Charlie knew, and there would be a funeral. He wondered if it would be open casket or if Bella would be too crazy vampire newborn to deal with being surrounded by the very human mourners; turning her funeral into a bloody massacre. Maybe they would wait until she could control herself enough to be completely still. How long would that take? Was she already one of them? That would buy them more time… Jacob let out a low growl at the thought.

Unbeknownst to Jacob, the others were listening, stunned into silence by the amount of thought he had put into the situation. Would they bury her? Could she dig herself out or would the rest of the bloodsuckers help her out, like a scene from a bad horror movie.

He stood up straight, his hackles raised in fury, his entire body quivering with an impatient restlessness.

What are we waiting for? He demanded, hating the hesitation emanating from his brothers. And irate sister.

We don't really know…

I mean, maybe she is sick…

OH, PLEASE! Jacob interrupted Seth's flimsy excuse.

Okay, so, the evidence against that is pretty strong, but still… Are you sure you want to do this Jacob? Sam pleaded. This is what she wanted after all.

I don't recall the treaty caring about what the victim wants, Sam!

Is she really a victim though Jacob?

Yes! Her whole life she has been a victim. She's constantly injuring herself, she tears herself apart to make others happy and her bad decisions only serve to cause her more pain. Edward left her, who's to say he won't do it again, and where does that leave Bella?

Jake, Seth thought again, they aren't our enemies.

Shut up Seth! Just because you fought side by side with them, and you have some sort of twisted hero worship for Edward Cullen, doesn't change the fact that they're vampires. We live to destroy them. They kill to survive, and who knows how many people Bella will kill in her newborn state. That makes this our problem!

Seth bristled in indignation, but managed to shoot back,

So what are you going to do when Bella fights with them, Jacob? Huh?

Jacob struggled to find an answer and settled for,

She's not Bella anymore, even though deep down he knew that wasn't the truth. Seth continued to argue his point quite well, much to Jacob's annoyance. Eventually, Sam decided to end the arguing.

The Cullens may not be our friends, but they pose no threat towards us and quite frankly I need to do what is best for the pack. No doubt they will leave soon and things will go back to normal. Jacob scoffed at this, barely keeping his temper in check. Sam continued on, challenging them will get us nowhere. They will defend themselves well and I am not willing to lose a brother to a pointless cause.

I'm not afraid to die.

I know Jacob. That is exactly why I am questioning your ability to make decisions. I do what's best for the pack Jacob, and you are being overruled. Sam took on the voice of the Alpha and Jacob growled, baring his teeth in fury.

The pack cannot attack the Cullens without provocation as they are not a danger to our people nor the people of Forks. Isabella Swan made her choice knowing fully the consequences of her actions and therefore we will not punish our former allies for her choices.

Awesome, Seth though happily.

Seth, Sam chided doing the mental equivalent of shaking his head at the young wolf.

Whoops. Sorry Sam.

Jacob, where do you think you're going?

To tell my father goodbye. Obviously there's no reason for me to stick around any longer.

Aw Jake-don't do that again! The groaning that accompanied Jacob's statement was littered with a few Shut up Seths.

Don't leave Jacob, Sam told him, his thought softer than normal.

Is that an order Sam? Jacob asked, his mental voice screaming with derision. Going to take away my will until I'm nothing more than a pitiful slave bowing down at your feet?

You know I wouldn't do that.

Well then you know I won't stay. Leaving them with that last thought, Jacob sped away, concentrating on anything but where he was going. He thought of the long wolf months where his emotional pain bled into more literal pain like the pain of cold and hunger. Pain that had simple solutions like a band-aid on a cut, so unlike the twisted mess that was human pain.

When he was close enough to home, Jacob phased back, and pulled on his ripped denims. He had done it; he had managed to hide his thoughts until it was too late for anyone to stop him. The pack couldn't attack the Cullens, but he sure as hell could.

A/N I'm going camping for the next little while and it would be lovely if I had some nice feedback when I get back :P Next chapter will probably have both of the characters you know and love.