This is a new chapter from the previous version. I wanted more understanding of what Jacob was going through... Contains dark themes.
Do Not Own Twilight.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."
-Edgar Allen Poe
Chapter 5 - Suffocating Void
Darkness consumes. Devours. Grips the beaten heart of a burning young man.
Deeper.
Falling.
Encasing what is left of his sanity inside of the wolf. The love he still feels for the small brunette is the only light left in his soul. He loved her for so long. Carefully helped bring ghosts of a smile to grace her sweet lips. Each fragmented piece of her broken heart cared for, healed patiently through his devotion. A loyalty tested every day when the shine in her eyes would disappear.
Her sorrow.
Her grief.
He tried. He gave. He chose her.
Pain... so much pain from betrayal.
They were walking along First Beach. He was so happy to be spending time with her; he was eager to get to know her.
She wasn't a very good liar though. Or a flirt. He smiled to himself at the thought; she was being sweet and nice and she was interested in hearing about his people.
He continued to explain the scary stories he remembered from the bonfires. "Another legend claims that we descended from wolves - and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against the tribal law to kill them.
"Then there are the stories about the cold ones," he purposely dropped his voice to add mystery.
"The cold ones?" she asked... but there was something there... deception? Her expression... it was different.
As the conversation continued, her eyes gave her away. He remembered even as a child, she was a terrible liar. Some things never change. There was a nagging sensation in the back of his mind... she knew something.
He brushed it off as inconsequential. Maybe she knew how much he really liked her. He hoped against all hope she would one day see him the way he saw her. He felt a connection to her... almost like she was meant to be with him...
When she left, he stayed to watch the van drive away. The small lies he noted, the way those deep, soulful eyes gave her away; he began to wonder exactly what it was she had been seeking by asking him about his people. She probably had a good reason for not telling him.
The truth was far worse than he could have imagined - she knew the Cullen's were vampires. He was the one to reveal their secret.
Was it possible to hate oneself?
To loathe and crave the weakness caused by the dark haired siren?
The wolf protected him, surrounded him, numbing out a large portion of his ache as he drowned in memories of the pack. Seeing her as they saw her.
Empty. Cold. Lifeless.
He was naive and blinded by love. A love so strong, it shattered him when comprehension was gained and the depths of her betrayal illuminated. Her lies, her abuse.
Dreams and nightmares. Dancing together, beginning as one, ending as another. Hatred and love. Agony and bliss.
She was one and she was all.
Horrors of crimson eyes, mahogany hair billowing in the wind, and a blood dripped sneer ravaged him.
Seeing her standing there, even with the leg cast on, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He smiled at her.
"Hi Jacob." She smiled back. "What's up?"
He glanced at the Cullen kid, "Can I cut in?"
Cullen set her on her feet and took a step back.
"Thanks," he said. Cullen nodded and walked away.
He was nervous, sweating, and his heart felt as if it would burst from his chest as he put his hands on her waist and she placed hers on his shoulder.
"Wow Jake. How tall are you now?"
"Six-two," he replied, a bit smug.
The silence was comforting. He liked this about them, there was never a need to over talk. He knew he had to tell her what his dad paid him to tell her, but he just wanted to touch her for a while longer...
She took a step back, eyes cast down... what was going on? This hadn't happened before.
She turned her gaze up and grinned at him. Ruby red eyes.
"Bells! What the-"
She placed her cold fingers on his lips. "Shh, it's okay Jake. It will only hurt for a second."
Her chilled hand gripped his shoulder blade, nails ripped into his flesh, blood poured down his shirt. He screamed; the pain was unbearable. She yanked his head to the side, exposing his throat, and sniffed his neck.
A purr reverberated from her. "You smell absolutely divine."
With inhuman speed, she attached her mouth to him - venom-coated teeth tore his skin. The inferno began, charring his organs, boiling his blood, stealing his life... his soul...
The wolf shook himself free from his master. He pressed forward, running through thick forests, stopping only to rest or hunt. He pushed the man back into the abyss.
It was all he could offer; it was what he was made for.
Protector.
Always protect; and he would guard his keeper, no matter what the cost.
Side Note:
Parts of the First Beach memory, and the Prom memory are from Twilight.