Wow, I could never have wished for more wonderful reviewers. Thank you to everyone who took the time to comment on my story! And to those who didn't, thanks for taking the time to read it anyways!

I just wanted to clarify a little confusion that seemed to occur. Neither Jacob or Jasper are dead. Jacob was simply knocked out by Victoria (this chapter is actually from his POV so he can't be dead!) and it would take a lot more than a piece of rock to kill a Vampire. I believe Stephenie Meyer says somewhere that the only was to kill a Vampire is by ripping him to shreds and burning the pieces.

Also, to prevent coming confusion, Jacob does refer to Jasper as Edward's brother in this chapter. He knows they are only adoptive brothers, but that is just so much longer to think than simply brothers. He only emits the adoptive part out of abbreviation.

If there are anymore questions, don't be afraid to ask. I am always happy to clarify. Sorry if this chapter is slightly shorter than the last ones.

Enjoy!


Jacob's POV

My head pounded painfully and my neck felt stiff and swollen. Groaning, I shook my head slightly to make sure nothing was broken. Other than being uncomfortably sore, I was unhurt.

A frustrated shout brought my attention to the scene around me. Bella was standing in between Jasper, who had a horrified look on his face, and Edward, who was lying at the base of the cliff, looking slightly shaken. In amazement I watched as a razor sharp spear of stone dislodged itself from the side of the cliff and embedded itself in Jasper's chest. The Vampire gazed at Bella in disbelief before crumpling to the ground. From the heartbroken look of disbelief frozen on Edward's face I knew Bella had just caused that, even though I couldn't fathom how.

The blank, dead look that distorted her features was one I had seen in my nightmares after Edward had abandoned her. The nightmares in which I had been too late to her rescue. The nightmares that she died.

Bella approached her Vampire lover with unnerving grace. I don't think I'd ever seen her walk so far without stumbling before. When she spoke her voice sent chills down my spine.

"You mean nothing to me." The words broke my own heart, I couldn't imagine what Edward was feeling on the receiving end. Bella must be acting under some power other than her own I concluded, for there was no way in her right state of mind she would hurt anyone like this. It made my blood boil. Not that I regretted the bloodsucker being hurt in the same manner he hurt Bella; I just hated the thought of what must have happened to Bella for her to be like this. Although I had been betrayed by her seeming forgetfulness of my existence after the Vampires came back a few months ago, I don't think my protective nature for her had faded.

In my absorbance with Bella I hadn't noticed the figure approaching her from an opening in the wall of the cliff. He was huge; Bella seemed very fragile and small standing by his side.

"You see," the dark man said to Edward, gently caressing Bella's bare shoulders. "I have complete control over her. She will do anything I tell her. Fulfill any…desires…I might have." His voice was mocking as his hands slid to her waist and began to shake with anger. Edward began to reply something, but I couldn't concentrate on him. All I could see were the horrible dark hands becoming all too familiar with Bella's body. When she sunk back into the dark man's embrace I couldn't control it any longer.

I felt my muscles ripple under my skin as my body stretched and twisted out of proportion. Hair follicles pushed to the surface and I felt my teeth lengthen and grow pointed. Claws designed specifically for ripping Vampires to shreds sprouted from my hands and feet. I completely gave myself over.

Vaguely I heard Edward shouting for me to control myself, to stop my transformation, but I paid no attention to him. All I could think of was killing this man who had done harm to Bella.

A heavy weight slammed into me as I charged and I realized Edward was trying to hold me back. He was very strong but also knew how capable I was of destroying him; his grip loosened when I began tearing viciously at him allowing me to throw his body aside. I don't know how I managed to stop myself from killing him.

Just before I could leap onto Bella's capturer Victoria appeared in front of me and I crashed into her at full force. Her body was unnaturally stiff at first, almost like it was frozen, and I couldn't stop myself from taking advantage of her immobility to start shredding her body. So long I had been hunting this murdering Vampire that it filled me with a sense of accomplishment and almost relief to finally be taking her undead life. When her body finally relaxed bloodcurdling screams erupted from her throat and she sank to the ground. My hands, feet, and teeth ripped at her until I knew the job was finished. Victoria was dead.

The kill had drawn so much of my attention when I looked up again to survey my surroundings I noticed only the two other bloodsuckers and I remained in the clearing by the cliff. Startled, I forced myself to regain my human form, which was much more difficult than I expected, because of Edward's presence. Even though I had resisted once, I still wanted his body to resemble the shreds of Victoria's that remained on the snowy ground.

Edward was slamming himself with amazing force into the stone wall, trying to move the enormous door that had led into some kind of cave in the mountain. His shoulders were leaving quite a dent in the rock, yet the door remained firmly sealed.

"Where's Bella?" I asked in concern, slightly ashamed of my brief loss of control. Edward's eyes gazed at me with so much hatred I thought they might burn out of his head.

"He took her inside," the Vampire's voice was heavily laced with pain. "I tried to stop him but she froze me. I couldn't stop him." Suddenly he slammed his back against the wall and let out a loud scream of frustration. Pale hands covered his tawny eyes as he slid to the ground in exasperation. I wasn't sure if I wanted to comfort him or join him. I ended up just standing mutely, staring at him in wonder. These creatures never ceased to amaze me.

Slowly Edward raised his head and glanced with concern towards his fallen brother. Swifter than any animal I had ever seen he rose and made his way to Jasper's side, cradling the still Vampire in his arms. In the brief seconds that it had happened, I hadn't really comprehended the extent of damage inflicted upon the Vampire. The shard of rock was at least three feet long and shaped like an overly wide edged sword. It was only about four inches thick, but nearly a foot wide. As Edward broke the long ends off either end I could see the stony spear penetrated from nearly the middle of his chest almost to his waist. There was no possible way a normal human would have survived such a wound; almost all of the internal organs would be damaged.

"Is he dead?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine concern. Edward's face was surprisingly calm and his voice unnaturally flat.

"We're always dead. He will wake up if that's what you mean," he gently fingered the wound in his brother's chest. "Though, not while this is still impaling him."

"Can we do anything?" I asked tentatively. Edward's sudden lack of emotion worried me slightly. He shook his head methodically.

"He needs Carlisle," Edward stated flatly, gazing at the wall of the cliff in remorse. I could tell Jasper's condition was calamitous and Edward knew he needed immediate attention, but was also loathe leaving Bella in such a situation. Although I hated leaving Bella's rescue in the hands of a Vampire, I knew that Edward was more familiar with what we were dealing with and had a greater chance of success than I did. There was no other logical way.

From the grateful look that hinted at the corners of his face, I knew he had read my thoughts and knew my decision.

"I'll take Jasper," I said, even though words weren't needed. "You just bring her back." My voice threatened to break on me and Edward looked away in respect of my obvious embarrassment. I had every intention of taking Jasper to be healed, not a single thought of betrayal, despite my obvious dislike of his kind, ever graced my mind. Edward must've realized this, or I don't think he would have ever placed the life of his brother in the hands of a werewolf.

Careful not to disturb the wound to much I scooped Jasper into my arms, his head resting gently against my chest. It was slightly unnerving to hear no breath escaping his lips. His body was cool against my skin and I fought back a shudder at how closely he resembled someone dead. Then I realized he was dead, at least by human standards. There still was hope for his undead life.

I could think of nothing else to say to Edward, so I simply turned my back and, as gracefully as I could, headed back in the direction we had come. After I had walked a short distance into the trees I twisted my head in one last glance back towards the Vampire who had so easily captured Bella's love.

The look of utter despondency on his face sunk my heart. His features were drawn and hopeless; all of his previous unearthly glow and charm had been drained from his body. The softly falling snow sprinkled his hair and his slow trudge towards the cliff wall was one of utmost despair. Clutched tightly in his hand was a black ribbon, I recognized it from having previously held back Bella's chestnut hair.

I couldn't help the feeling of defeat that already saturated my mind, even though the fight wasn't quite finished playing out yet. There just seemed no way of success this time. Focusing on Jasper's wounded body; I tried to think only of my task at hand. As quickly as I could, I headed back home. At least one life could be saved today.


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