Zeff's POV
Love is like Water.
When you're in it, you feel so weightless; like every burden you ever had has been lifted from your shoulders.
But when you lose that feeling, your burdens come back crashing down on you and you feel so much colder than you ever were.
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"There's no point. Why do you keep trying?" I asked. I wondered why I kept trying to persuade him. I didn't want this either. But could it be such a simple emotion as jealousy? Could I feel so strongly about it that I would take her life to take his happiness away? Was I really that cold?
"Me, being as stupid and naïve as I am half the time, can tell you see the point almost as clearly as I can. I know you know why I won't let this happen." He said it like it was the answer to a riddle that would save his life. And ruin mine. "You feel."
"Feel?" I asked. How could I possible feel? "Feel what?"
"For her. You feel almost the same way I feel. Almost." His eyes narrowed.
"And how do you feel?" I asked. He was right.
"Don't play mind games with me. You know. You mentioned it." He accused. Yet I guess it wasn't an accusation if he was right.
"I think that's the least of your worries at the moment. But I wonder- what's it like to lose an imprint?" I smirked. The power surged through me. It was changing me- yet I couldn't tell if that was in a good way or not.
"I'll never have to think about that, will I?" He snarled. I wanted to tell him that I had an idea how to, but I stopped my breath short. I started to feel weaker. It felt like I was empty.
Jacob's POV
I talked to him, looking at her, thinking the inexperienced.
My mind drifted out of those thoughts, though. Seeing as nobody I knew had ever lost an imprint before, this seemed most unlikely to be the first time it every happened. Not when she was meant to live forever.
Then I noticed something.
He had stopped talking, and looked like he had been winded. In a normal situation, I would have laughed. Then my eyes drifted back to Renesmee. Still on the ground, she looked completely lifeless. But her chest heaved up and down; attempts to breathe. This wasn't the time to think about him. Not when my Imprint was dying. I wouldn't let that happen.
Zeff. His wings started to recede. Thinking this was possibly the best possible handicap I could get at the moment, my legs began to move in a near run- which was stopped by his voice. A cold whisper.
"Bastard. You fucking bastard." I looked questionably at him. His wings had disappeared back to the tattoos they previously were. "You're interfering with everything! You bastard!" He repeated.
"Yeah, 'cause I'm totally going to fucking leave her here dying, right!? Is that what I'm supposed to do!?" I snapped back at him. His eyes dropped.
"You're damn Imprint. It's interfering. She was meant to die, you blind bastard! Quit trying to save her! Now her life's going to waste, you ignorant idiot!" He didn't shout it, but I could almost hear it that way.
I shook. "If she was meant to die, there would be no Imprint in the first place! You wouldn't know anything about this, 'cause you never knew anything about her!" I shouted. If he did know who she was when he saw her, he wouldn't have Chosen her. He wouldn't have chosen to kill her. He chose to end her life. He fell silent. "I guess you don't fully understand me. I'm not letting her die; and that means if you have to kill me." 'Or Edward' I would have chuckled, but seeming as I really had to get to the point.
"You can't save her." He said. I was literally about to punch him, but he went on to say, "I wish you could."
"Yeah, and I wish you could shut the fuck up!" I snapped back. "I can't deal with you right now. I need to try. I'll find out how. Just… get lost." I walked toward her limp body, with no hesitation on his part, and picked her up. And I ran. He didn't do anything.
The thick barrage of green which surrounded us zipped by, and it felt like it was the fastest I'd ever ran with my human legs. I soon found myself running a familiar path, hugging Renesmee close to my chest.
"It's c-cold," her eyes fluttered open. My heart stopped for a second and I nearly stopped in my tracks. Keep running, I reminded myself. I smiled a little bit.
She coughed. I held her closer to my body, hoping to warm her up a little bit. "It's okay," I assured her, "We'll be in the warmth soon." But it wasn't even cold outside. Or maybe it was just me?
Nessie coughed again and shook her head. I scrambled around a little bit. Then I found it.
Cold.
Very cold.
Her left shoulder, the one farthest from me was cold. Colder than Edward's touch. Like dry ice.
I slightly (*A/N it's hard not to make it sound perverted. It's not.) moved the strap of her top up a little bit, and go figure, something was there. There was a tattoo of a feather on her shoulder, which was pulsing a steady red light, getting brighter and slightly brighter.
Fuck.
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READ THIS WHOLE NOTE FOR A SURPRISE. Sorry this chapter was short, but I did it at my friend's place and we didn't have much time. And I know I sounded perverted with the whole strap thing, but it wasn't meant to be! There's also a lot of swearing and stuff. Sorry. And I know there wasn't a lot of action on Jacob's part. Sorry again. I'm not perfecccctttttt!
On a side note, (Dun, dun-dun, dun!) Here's the SURPRISE.
For all of you who have trouble picturing Zeff ( I know it's late, Gimme a break) I have a drawing of him on my deviant art I hope you'll like.
I can't post the link, sadly, Thank you Miz636 for informing me; but if you go on DeviantArt and type in Zeffan, there will be 2 pictures; both of which are mine. If you can't find any, try to find the user rythm-n-beats. It should be under newest. And if you don't see it, check under Twilight. I hope you guys like it! Oh, and could you guys be so kind as to comment? Wonderful! Thank youuu!
(Yeah, not much of a surprise. Shaddap.)
