We stared at each other. Here he was. The man/wolf that wanted me dead. The creature that, not only sent me to the principle's office, but landed me in detention, and although I was supposed to be his soul mate, the person that wanted me dead. He was the thorn in my side. He was the reason I was getting exiled to Esme Island. He killed my freedom. He was dead!
"You have ruined my life!" The words echoed in the meadow. I realized he said it at the same time as I did. We continued to speak in unison. "Me? You're the monster!"
UGH! I threw my hands down and stomped my foot. Enough!
Without thinking I charged at him. He was not prepared for my attack, so I was able to make the first blow. It threw him backwards and into a nearby tree causing it to crack in two. He got back on his feet and narrowed his eyes at me. He gave me a menacing smile and began to run towards me. I prepared for his counter attack. He was big like Uncle Emmett. The bigger they are the harder they fall, as my Uncle Jasper always said. I smirked at him as he quickly approached. I launched myself into the air. He ran directly under me and tackled another tree, uprooting it in the process.
I laughed. He looked ridiculous with his butt in the air; face down in the middle of a tree. He shot back up and started shaking. Laughing seemed to only provoke the dog. I shut up and prepared for another attack. I lowered myself into a lunge. I put my hands up and motioned for him to come and get me.
The shaking got worse. He yelled and started running towards me again, this time he exploded into a wolf on the way over. Shit, here is comes. He was going to try to kill me. I adjusted myself so I was ready to fight till the death. He was not going to go down easily, nor was he going to go easy on me.
I wasn't going to be a little girl about it either. He wanted a fight I was going to give him one. Digging my heels into the ground, I prepared for impact. When he hit me I grabbed onto his neck. I was determined not to let go. He dragged me a couple of feet, but I latched on.
He tried to shake me off, but to no avail. I was able to turn myself around and get on his back. He was not happy. He growled and started bucking like a bronco. I finally could not hold on anymore and was thrown backwards into the trees. I broke a couple of the branches. I hit my head. If I was human only, I would have been dead. I checked my head for blood, but there was nothing. Just ringing in my right ear. I got up and threw myself at him. Clawing at whatever I could. I heard him yelp, so I knew I got him somewhere.
I let myself give into my vampire senses. I was a hunter now. This wolf was my prey. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a voice telling me not to kill him, he was important to me somehow. The voice grew quiet. The hunter was in control right now, conscience held no power.
We were a tangled mess. Each one of us trying to gain control over the other. The wolf managed to pin me to the ground breaking some of my left hand in the process.
I have never experienced so much pain. I was nearly indestructible and never once broke a bone. I screamed at the pain. The wolf stopped his attack and stared at me. I tried to free myself, but only created another round of pain. I screamed again. This was enough of a distraction to get the wolf to unpin me. His fight was gone, but mine wasn't. I launched myself off the ground and into his chest. I cradled my broken hand to my chest, trying to protect it. I put my all my weight into my attack and managed to knock him on the ground, pinning him. I went in for the kill. I bit his neck; I tasted blood and realized what I was doing. I was feeding off a human. I got up and backed away slowly. He brought out the monster in me.
The wolf whimpered. He got up and was staring at me. His eyes were the same as his human side. They should so much hurt and angst. Human or wolf, he wanted me dead.
I don't know about him, but I was calculating my escape options. I was done fighting. I know it would be soon that someone from my family would be here. They would figure out they couldn't hear my heart beat in the house or maybe they heard me screaming. At least that I was hoping. I was mentally shouting for my dad.
I was afraid to turn around and expose my back. Why was this wolf not attacking me anymore? Was it a trick to let my defenses down?
I watched him as the fur started to disappear. Slowly a bloodied man came into form. A bloodied, naked Jacob Black. I started to blush. I tried to look away, but his body was beautiful. Bloodied or not, he was the best looking man I ever saw.
"You bit me. You bit me. You really are a monster. Don't you know that vampire bites are deathly to werewolves?" He was putting his hand on his wound. I could see there were some scratch marks too, but those were already healing. Soon they would just be faint pink lines.
I rolled my eyes at him. He didn't know that I wasn't venomous; maybe I could use this to my advantage.
"You broke my hand!"
"Who cares! You gave me death sentence!"
"Oh like the one you gave me when I was born? Or like the one you gave to my family?"
"That is different, they are…you are.."
"We are what? Good people who help out the communities we live in? Good people who don't hunt humans? Good people that work in hospitals and donate to the needy? Good people who have mates and family? People who left your tribe alone over a hundred years ago and never turned back? What exactly are they Jacob Black?"
"They are bloodsuckers! You are a monster!"
His words hurt, but his conviction in his tone is what cut me. He couldn't see past what we were. He only saw what he wanted too. The bad. But what he didn't realize was that we had a lot more in common than he thought.
"You are the same as me! Half human, half something supernatural! I bleed, I breathe, and I can break. I can die. I am the same as you. By your standards, should we try to kill you?"
He stared at me. He didn't have anything to say to me. He just stared at me trying to take it all it in. I stared on back.
"What did I ever do to you? "
"You..you…were born." He said flatly. He lay down on to the meadows floor. He didn't look like a warrior anymore. He looked like a hurt little boy.
"Wow. How the mighty have fallen. I don't know much about your people, but you lack honor. If you treat all your imprints like this, well I hope your population becomes extinct."
"What?" He looked shocked.
"I said, I hope your people all fade away."
"No, the part about imprinting." He looked completely hurt. He looked like I tore his heart out and crushed it. But that is what he did to me.
"You know you don't even know me. You never even gave me a chance."
"RENESMEEE!" I heard my mother in the distance. She would be here shortly.
I sighed.
"It is over. We are gone and you will never be able to find us. You can go on and live your pathetic excuse of a life. Hunt us down, but what satisfaction will that bring you?"
"Well, thanks to you my life will be incredibly short." He looked at his bite.
I heard the feet of my family. They came into the clearing and put themselves in between me and the naked, bleeding Jacob.
Daddy. I am sorry I ran, I needed air.
"That is something we will discuss later." He threw something at Jacob. "Mutt, you will never come close to my daughter again. If I see you anywhere near her, I will rip your head off. Do you understand?"
"Well you don't have to worry about that, she bit me."
My dad gave a short chuckle. "Do you feel any fire running through your veins? Do you feel your heart stopping? No, she has no venom. You will live to see another day. Unfortunately."
"Edward." My mother said sternly.
"Dude, cover yourself up. There are ladies present." Leave it to Uncle Emmett. Jacob took whatever my dad threw at him and covered himself up. He stayed on the floor. "The mutt was beat up by a girl. Renesmee, you totally kicked his…"
"Enough. We are leaving. Good bye." My dad motioned for my family to take off. They created a circle around me.
I stared at Jacob Black. The thought of never seeing him again was worse than the thought of him hating me. There was something keeping me there. My mom gently pushed me back towards our house.
We walked quickly, but not running. Nobody in my family said a word. So much had happen today. I was ready to go to sleep and for it to all be over. I knew that when I went to sleep my family would pack the entire house and we would be ready to flee. I was ready to go now. I didn't want to be in this place anymore.
My mom reached for my hand. I absent mindedly gave her my left one. My mom squeezed it and I let out a scream. It had started to heal, but the bones were not aligned correctly. The pain was mind numbing.
"What is it? Edward, she is hurt!"
Everyone crowded around me. My dad took my hand and examined it. "Her hand is shattered. We need to reset the bones; we might have to do it a couple of times as the bone starts mending itself."
"That mutt is puppy chow." Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett headed for the clearing.
"No!"
"It's okay baby, it is over. He can't hurt you anymore."
But he did. He has made a hole in my heart that I don't think I can ever fill. He broke me, mind, body and soul.
