Jacob.

He pulled me into his arms, holding me. He kissed me softly on the lips, and moved back. I laid my head on his bare chest, he was so warm. It felt good to be wrapped in his arms in this freezing cold weather. Outside it was raining and Billy was at Charlie's so Jake and I had his house to ourselves.

Jake was finally comfortable with being around me now that he could control when he changes himself. Occasionally he got so angry but that didn't happen often. Mostly it was by Paul but Sam got so mad he attacked Paul last time it happened.

Neither of us said anything just sat together. Nothing really needed to be said. I concentrated on listening to rain pelting down on the roof, but then I was distracted by a loud thump outside. It was Paul. He didn't know I was here, so when he burst through the door he looked surprised, buy an evil grin smudged his face. I knew he was about to say something, and I wouldn't end good.

"Well if it isn't Jacob and Bella." Paul started.

"What do you want Paul," Jake said with so much anger in his voice. Sometimes I don't get why Jake gets so mad at Paul, but then again sometimes he deserves it.

"Well I was going to come hang with you, but it seems you're a little occupied." He lifted his eyes at me and then looked back over to Jake.

Jake was burning up under my skin.

"Jake calm down, he didn't say anything wrong." I tried calming him, but for some reason anything Paul says it gets on his nerves.

"No Bella," he said closing his eyes.

For some reason Jake just kept getting angrier and angrier. Paul didn't say anything when he saw how angry Jake was; Paul just started backing away, out of the house. But in stayed, trying to clam Jake down. But Jake couldn't contain himself anymore.

"No Bella, you don't know what he thinks, what he says to me!" Jake yelled at me. I laid my hand on his shoulder, "he's just joking around,"

But Jake was over the edge; he screamed out in pain and threw his arms in the air to grab his head. He pushed me out of the way with all his force; I flew across the room and hit the TV, smashing it all into pieces. I was crying bits of glass had gotten stuck in my arms and back, Blood was dripping down my arms. I looked up at Jake with tears running down my face, but he just growled. Jake had turned into his wolf form. I didn't try to stop Jake after that, everything hurt too much. I couldn't do anything to stop it anyways, even if I tried. So I laid there and Jake walked towards me, no sorrow or any apologetic look in his eyes. But he laid his head down on my arm when he reached me. I thought he was sorry and it was a mistake, but then he started licking my wounds. His tongue pushed the glass further in my arms. I threw my head up and cried out in pain. When I looked back down again jakes Mouth was wide open. I didn't know what to do. But then Jake didn't really give me a choice of what to do. He laid his head back down, and bit my arm. His sharp teeth sunk deep into my flesh. I screamed so loud I expected Paul to come back, or anyone to see what was going on. But no one came. It was just me and Jake. He released his grip on my arm then bit down hard again on my stomach, blood was gushing out of my new wounds. And Jake ripped out my flesh, and started eating it. One slow bite after another he ate me. I screamed and screamed. This pain was too much I couldn't deal with it, the pain that ran through my flesh and the pain that ran through my heart. How could he do this to me.

My question was only short lived because I felt a hot breath on my face, I opened my eyes and saw rows of sharp, blood stained teeth around my head, they began closing in on me, and I wished that he would just kill me faster, and not so slow. I just wanted this pain to be over. I felt a tingle on the sides of my head, which turned into pressure than nothing. I could feel nothing, it was just darkness.

I screamed with tears running down my cheeks. And I realised it was just a dream.

Charlie burst through the door, "What happened, are you okay?" he was straight by my bed. Rubbing the sides of my head.

"It was just a bad dream," I told him.

"Well you've never had a dream like that before." He got up again, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," I said and he shut the door and went back to his room.

At this point I was scared, out of all my little fantasies I died in every one of them.

Was what was meant to happen to me, does my life just lead to death. I didn't wanna think about it anymore so I shut my eyes and soon enough, I was back in the world of my nightmares.