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Jacob's POV

Adalyn's sobs had vanished, but her eyes still released tears every two seconds. I didn't know what I should say to her right now, so I waited patiently until she was totally calm. She looked like she was in deep pain; she looked sad.

And I was really, really furious. That bastard will pay.

The girl I had imprinted on had regained some calmness and she slid one of her hands from mine, taking a napkin. She wiped her tear-stained cheeks and she blew her nose.

"I'm sorry I broke down like this," Her voice was shaky. "I really thought I had closed that chapter in my life."

"Don't worry, I understand. Listen, I'm not going to lie. I don't know what it feels like, that thing that happened to you. But I guess it really sucks," I hadn't released her hand from mine during all the time she had cried. "I hope he's rotting away in jail."

"Me, too. You know, I'm kinda glad about this."

"About that?!" I frowned, confused.

"No! Not about that. About that thing… imprinting." She looked up at me.

"So you…" I hesitated before asking. "Believe me?"

"It's hard for me to get all this. I thought your kind didn't exist. I thought vampires and werewolves were just things that you read in books or saw in movies." She started to look confident.

"Well, I used to think that too," I looked at her seriously. "Until I transformed." Adalyn looked at me, puzzled. I figured many questions going through her mind right now.

We looked at each other for a few minutes. Just then, her stomach started growling. My lips creased upwards into a smile. "How about some food?"

"Oh. No, really, don't worry, I…" But I cut her off and called the waitress. We ordered, and after another brief, but peaceful, silence moments, the food arrived. Adalyn ate slowly, but she did finish her burger and fries. I had ordered the same thing, but I ate my food in two bites. I hadn't noticed she hadn't ordered anything to drink. I sipped on my chocolate milkshake. Adalyn looked at me and she pressed her lips to a hard line, unsure.

"Can I have a sip?" She asked, nervously. I just slid the shake across the table.

My eyes didn't leave her lips and those simple movements went in slow motion for me. One slender hand took the big glass and then the other one gripped the straw. Her mouth sucked on it for two seconds, and then she put the glass on the table and slid it across again. My eyes followed the glass and I stared at it for three seconds.

"Um, if you don't like foreign saliva on your drink, you just could've said it," She said, blushing. I stared at her incredulously, making her more nervous. I smiled.

"That was our first kiss…" I said. Her eyes widened, and she frowned at me. She made a weird face.

"O-kay… now that was creepy, you know…" She said.

"Sorry," I ran my hand through my long hair and she stared at me, dumbfounded.

"Well, I have to go now. Thanks for dinner, though." She got up from the table and I did the same, leaving some money on the table. "See you later," she said. We stood awkwardly for a few moments and she looked as if she were expecting something. She turned to leave, but I took hold of her arm. She looked at me again and I gave her a quick peck on her cheek. She blushed and I gave her arm back.

"Bye," I said, smiling.

"Bye." She said, and then she left.

I sighed heavily and headed back to my car. Of course, I was going to follow her home. What kind of werewolf did she think I was? I made an oath to myself, and that was keeping her safe no matter what. Because that was what imprinting was about, after all. I didn't care if her heart was meant for someone else; mine was meant for her.

Dartmouth, NH.

Bella looked at what was in front of her. Her eyes, now a liquid gold, just as her gorgeous husband's, were fixed on him. He smiled that crooked smile of his, making Bella sigh.

"What's wrong, love?" He said.

"It's nothing."

Bella Cullen smiled at her husband. He took her hand and went back to his book. She looked outside her window and suddenly got nostalgic. Her high school friends came to her mind, along with Charlie, Billy, and… Jacob. She was still glad Edward couldn't read her mind, and she remembered clearly her former werewolf ex-best friend. Was he still missing? According to Seth, he was already back, but he wouldn't talk to her on the phone. She would just get the 'He's fine; he's safe' news every now and then. Charlie was still at Forks working as Chief Swan. Mike Newton had gone to college at Oregon and found a girlfriend. According to her gossip resource, Jessica Stanley, everybody's life was turning out fine.

As for the Cullens, everything was the same. Alice and Jasper had joined Bella and Edward at Dartmouth, of course. And, most important, Bella had been turned into a vampire. The Cullens thought Bella would be touching the insane line for the first months, but they were wrong. Bella's transformation was non-problematic, which made their lives easier. She was a little bit violent, though, those first months. But Edward had helped her out with that. As for her special powers, the Volturi were delighted to find out that she was immune to other vampires' powers. Bella thought it sucked, because that was nothing special, at least for her. She wanted to be like Alice or Edward.

She didn't complain about the sex, though. It was fucking great.

Bella looked at Edward for a few seconds. Edward noticed it, and looked up from his book again. He looked at her, puzzled.

"What…?"

"How about we visit your parents on winter break?" Bella asked.

"Ah… Forks, huh?" Edward hesitated. He put his book aside and put an arm around Bella's waist. She rested her head on her shoulder, and hugged him back. "Well, if you're ready to go back…"

"Of course I am. Besides, I'm still concerned about Jacob." She looked at her husband. He sighed heavily.

"Okay. Here's the deal. We go to Forks on winter break," Bella smiled happily. "But," Her smile faded. "I choose the place for summer break."

Bella cocked her face to one side. She rolled her eyes. "Fine." She smiled again and leaned in to kiss Edward. He deepened the kiss and grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing her closer to him. He could feel her smiling, and she brought her arms upwards and rested them on his neck. Now, he wouldn't have to stop himself in fear of hurting her. (A/N: Of course, you know what happened next. LOL!)

King County Jail, Seattle, WA.

"The little bitch will pay," He mumbled.

A tall man, probably in his early thirties, was sitting down on his berth, fidgeting with his hands. A wicked smile formed in his scarred face. He had gotten himself into a handful of fights these last two years. He traced with his index finger the most recent scar, which went throughthe right half of his jawline.

It wasn't his fault that he had tried to kill her. It was her fault. That bitch had flirted with him. She had made him fall in love with her. And deeply. She was the most beautiful woman he had seen on Earth. She was a goddess; she looked heavenly in those tight jeans. She was provocative. She dressed like that for him to notice her. Damn, he had seen her look at him with those big brown eyes. Of course, he was going to talk to her. And when he did, he heard that beautiful voice, that of an angel. He dreamed about her, he searched for her everywhere. She had been here for him, and ONLY him. But she was a stupid, insensitive bitch. Did she not care about his feelings?! He thought of her as a princess, the kind that you need to save from the misery of their lives. He would take her away, and they would live together in a castle. Oh, if she only knew what he had planned for them.

But now, she had screwed up. And he would let her know. She had to know that if she wasn't going to be his, she wasn't going to be anybody's. It was going to hurt him to kill her, but since she wasn't going to cooperate, then he was going to have to do it. It's for her own good, I promise. Now, he had figured out a way to get out of this hellhole. He had tracked her down, of course. Bitch was at La Push, hiding like a coward. Did she not now that he would find her? He was going to get her again. And she was going to be with him, even if it was in hell, and dead. He will have her all the way, screaming his name in pleasure, and then he will give her sweet death. And to finish the act, he was getting sweet death, too. Finally she would understand that they were meant to be.

He had made a friend in jail, José. He was the one planning their escape. He agreed that her soulmate and him were supposed to be together. Not that he cared, but he needed to get out of this fucking jail, too. José was going to get his revenge.

Adalyn, you don't know what you do to me. He thought, as he ran his thumb against a small knife's sharp edge. But you'll know it soon. He smiled.

Cliffie! Omg, I'm so sorry! Okay, guys, I hope you liked it. I'll update really, really soon, I promise! Thanks for reading and reviewing! I love you!