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Chapter Seven
My breathing slowed as I approached the driveway. I would need time to plan my attack, I thought, as I padded down the long, winding road towards the big house, my future coming closer with every step.
And with every step also came the increasing certainty of what I was about to do.
Finally I reached the clearing where it opened out onto the front step of the ridiculously large house. Against my better nature, I stayed in my wolf form. I wanted the sharp human emotions to pulse through me, to cloud my vision with their pain so that I would feel justified in what I was doing. But no. I didn't want to have to explain myself, and I needed all the strength this sinewy body would give me.
I prowled into the bushes directly in front of the window wall, but made sure I was well hidden; I could only hope that Edward wasn't paying too much attention to the thoughts outside of his home today.
My eyes fixed on the scene before me, and I saw my target.
She sat on the floor, centre of attention, of course; everyone crowded around her, smiling and cooing. It was sickening.
I didn't have to look far for Jacob. He sat on her other side, leaning against the sofa, holding her tiny hand.
A tear trickled down my pointed muzzle. That was new. I didn't know I could feel this much hurt in my wolf form.
I took a deep breath, and launched myself towards the window.
All plans of attack forgotten, the adrenaline took over and I was fixated on Renesmee. My eyes narrowed as I readied myself for the blow I knew would come as I crashed through the huge pane of glass separating me and my prey.
My feet left the ground once more and splintered the glass before me. It shattered as I propelled myself head-on into it. I heard the ripping of my own flesh and even muscle, but I didn't feel a thing.
In the second I had closed my eyes to avoid the dagger-sharp glass, I had lost my target. My feet hit the floor and I immediately wheeled around to find her.
Edward had snatched her out of my path, and was now crouched in front of her and Bella, ready to attack. I didn't want to hurt Edward, or Bella, for that matter, but this meant war. I let out a howl and readied myself to pounce again.
Before I had time to consider which way it was best to attack from, the whole coven had placed themselves protectively in front of the doomed girl. Their growls and snarls ripped through the air but I took no notice.
I began to move slowly, stealthily around the throng of vampires, and out of the corner of my eye I saw that one member of the coven was not with them.
Jasper was crouched, doubled over in pain, in the corner of the room. It took me a second to realise why this would be – I hadn't attacked from that direction at all, but then I figured – my emotions were so strong that I had actually caused him physical pain.
I flinched at this, breaking my step in the circle I was making around the Cullens. It was never my intention to hurt any of these people, except her, of course – after all, they had done nothing to hurt me, and had even shown compassion when I had been rude and violent before.
I saw this compassion in Esme's eyes, compassion that was now tinted with caution and disappointment.
This was not what I wanted. Maybe I had to be acceptant that this is how things would be.
I began to back away.
I saw Edward relax and straighten up, his face even showing signs of pity as he read my intentions.
My head hung in shame; I crawled away from the coven, more tears spilling from my dark eyes. I flinched again as I saw the tremor that racked through Jasper at this new wave of emotion. It was too much.
I slowly turned to go, shaking my head, when a quiet voice spoke from across the room, the only voice that could ever draw my attention while I was in this state.
"Leah," Jacob whispered.
I looked at him, tears blurring my vision. He had started to tremble.
"LEAH!" He roared, and took a great leap towards me, transforming mid-jump, clothes ripping into shreds leaving a trail behind him.
Before I had time to react, he had my throat in between his deadly jaws, and tossed me through the already-smashed window. My side caught on the jagged glass and I felt hot blood pulsing out of the wound as I hit the ground. I didn't care.
I felt the ground shake as Jake's gigantic form landed beside me, snarling. As I looked into his eyes, I saw no remorse, no mercy that might save my life.
His clawed paws ripped at my face and chest, pinning me down, and I didn't try to fight. I deserved this. In a masochistic kind of way, I even wanted this.
But could Jake really have it in him to kill me? I wasn't so sure. I knew in my heart that he wanted to, and I wished he would get it over with. After all, it was what I deserved. And how better to end a life of suffering than at the hands of the person who had made you suffer himself?
But could he do it? Could he?
I took a deep breath, what I suspected to be my last, and looked up into his face.
Do it, Jacob, I thought, ignoring the thrill that went through me when I thought his name.
DO IT NOW!!
