Chapter Eleven

When he got to Rachel's building Marcy and some of her friends were out back smoking. He could smell the stench of the herbal cigarettes from hallway inside, and suspected he would even without werewolf senses.

After he got to Rachel's door he remarked this and they both laughed, thinking about how much nicer of a building this would be if Marcy moved out.

"The landlord could probably raise the rent." Rachel agreed.

Jacob flipped through one of Rachel's dad's car magazines that was laying on the coffee table while she finished her homework. It was math, and she said it would probably take a while.

"Speaking of Marcy's new habits." Rachel said, wrinkling her nose.

"Hmm?" Jacob asked, not fully paying attention. The magazine was featuring the car Jacob would kill to have.

"I can smell Marcy's smoke from here."

Jacob inhaled, and knew, right away that something was wrong.

"Come on." He yelled at her, running out into the hallway.

Bella was out there, no later then ten seconds after Jacob had opened the door, and from there it all happened to fast.

The fire, making its way up the stairs, the smoked that filled the small space. He knew he had to do something or she would die.

That he had to do something before it was to late.

He ran over to her and scooped her up, charging down the stairs Jacob could only hope he made it out in time before the roof collapsed in, something he knew it would do soon.

He made it out of the building, coughing hard.

There were fire trucks and ambulances gathered outside. He ran over to the nearest one and threw her down on the stretcher.

"Please," He said to the paramedic already looking at her. "Is she alright?"

He looked back to his girl on the stretcher.

And was shocked by what he saw.

Then the building behind him crumpled.