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I know these chapters are short. But obviously, I intended Disturbia to be only a companion to the Trilogy - it's only going to be a short story, and there is only one chapter after this.
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I won't make it in time.
I won't make it in time.
I have to make it in time.
The chant continued in the wolf's head as Jacob fretted, screaming at the wolf to push his muscles further, harder, faster.
The wolf complied.
Because he knew what Jacob felt.
The pain Jacob felt was worse than that of a thousand bites, a million punches. Razors raked over his skin during the day, at night, a hollowness had appeared in his chest where his stupid human heart should be...
Because it was stupid, Jacob had decided.
He hated vampires more than anything in the world. Well, one vampire in particular, but nevertheless, Jacob hated vampires with a fierce passion.
And yet Bella loved them.
Bella, fragile, innocent, intriguing Bella, loved these bloodsuckers, these life drainers with all of her heart. She loved their cold skin, there lithe movements, their unusual eyes, their immense strength. Their unbeating hearts.
If Jacob could change his characteristics, change the heat of his skin to ice, his eyes to that unusual orange colouring, stop his heart from beating indefinitely, live by drinking the blood of others, would Bella love him?
Would she shun her precious Edward, and choose Jacob?
No, she wouldn't.
Jacob's wolf almost turned around, almost carried him back to his worried father, to his small home on the reservation, where he would always be welcome.
But Jacob couldn't.
He just couldn't leave Bella to die.
The wolf continued running, dodging trees and leaves and animals...
and then the scent hit him.
Edward.
Bella.
Carlisle.
Bella.
His dream was happening, right now.
The wolf ran faster, his paws almost never touching the ground, in his haste to reach his love.