BPOV

The blood flowed endlessly through the large gash that had impaled my stomach. My screaming had stopped only a few moments ago. I had found that I no longer had the energy to express my overwhelming pain. I could only vaguely see through my eyes anymore, but not well enough to reassure myself with the sight of my baby's safety. I heard a sigh come from Isidore as she slammed her hand into the gash on my stomach, digging her sharp finger nails into my wound. I cringed away from her, my body struggling to word off the pain in discomfort. I gasped for air that never came to my unfortuate lungs as she dug her nails deeper into me. I let out one last final scream with, letting go of the last of my energy, as she released violently.

And then I was revealed almost completely unmarred, aside for small cuts gliding down my arms and legs and the wound of Isidore's finger nails stabbing through my stomach. The air finally came to my lungs and I gasped thankfully for the air brought to me. "Ukindia, let it be." Isidore spoke fast and quietly and then the room was dark, and with a large gust of wind that blew every inflamed candle out; Isidore was gone.

I shot up with fear, clenching for the baby that I hoped would still be positioned next to me on the stone ground. But much to my dissapointment, the baby wasn't there. Within a moment my face was tear-streaked. Broken sobs escaped from me as I grasped for my legs and brought them to my chest. I vowed to protect that baby. I promised myself. And now the baby's gone. And it's all my fault.

I heard someone clear their throat and I shot my head up from my resting on my knees, flinching away from the dark shadow. I couldn't see anything but darkness. "He-hello?" I asked with a tremble of fear in my voice.

"Bella," I knew this voice. The sound of it caused me to cringe away further. For the voice was Jacob Black's, a man that I absolutely loathed. He shared the fault with me. He was partly at fault for the dissapearance of my baby and I hated him for it. I hated both of us for it.

When I didn't respond, I heard his foot steps. I held my hand up protectively in front of me. "Don't come another step," I warned through clenched teeth. "Stay the hell away from me!" I shouted when his footsteps continued. I crawled to the wall, my brown hair cascading to my shoulders, hiding my face from him.

Within a few more steps his broad figure was standing before me. I peeked through my hair to see him bending down to his knees. I slammed my eyes shut tight, refusing to look at Jacob. His face was now only inches from mine. Oh God, why won't he just leave me alone?! Wasn't it torchur enough to take away something I loved so much? Why was he doing this? The Jacob Black I knew was far from evil. But then again, my last examples of Jacob weren't really related to the Jacob Black I knew.

He leaned further towards me and whispered the three words in my ear: "It's a boy." followed by placing a fragile baby in my arms.

Jacob POV

It had pained me so much to act as if I didn't care for Bella's pain. To act as if I didn't mind that these people we're killing my baby. We're killing the woman that I loved.

But in order to survive this and in order to help everyone esle survive this, I had to play along. I had to fake being on The Volturi's side.

So when the pack heard of the prophecy and instantly went awire, I decided it was in everyone's best interest if I acted like I was enraged also. It had made sense at the time. I would just stick with my pack, keep sure that they didn't do anything that would kill Bella or the baby. I would leave the Volturi up to the leaches. I'd assumed they were on my side as well. Apocalypse or no appocalypse, this was Bella. They wouldn't let anything happen to her. I was sure of that at the time.

A strong intereference to my plan took place when the Volturi asked for my single help. They said all they needed help with was a simple spell to help the baby be born faster. It didn't sound so horrible, at least not at the time. I went along with it, much to my following despair. I couldn't believe I had let it gone that far as I walked into the room and saw the pained look on her goregous face. This was too much. Way too much. But I had to stay strong if this plan would succeed in the least.

The woman who was to perform the spell had a disturbing smirk on her face as she began to speak meaningless words to Bella. I kept my expression blank until I realized I wasn't playing my part well. "Wh-what's going on?" Bella asked with trouble in her voice, causing a piercing pain to overwhelm my heart. But I had to put on a show. I had to make the woman think I wanted this baby dead. I matched the smirk on her face with mine and set a devious look in my eyes. I began to strode across the room, taking my seat next to the wiccan woman. Bella cringed away from my pressence, causing the pierce in my heart to grow even worse. In this jerk away from me, Bella hit her head on the stone wall. I wanted to inch closer to her, help her out of those cursed chains and check for her safety but the devil woman sitting only a foot away from me thought it was humorous, so with deep regret, I laughed as well, hating myself for laughing at my beloved's pain. But thankfully, the ignorant laughter died down soon and the woman began to answer Bella's question.

"My name is Isidore. I'm just a witch, sweet special." she started with a twinkle in her eyes. The bitch was obviously amused. "I'm nothing compared to this big bad, they just allow luck ole me included in the world they run." she explained, speaking of the Volturi. She then erupted into giggles. That's when I started to notice how delusional Isidore was. "And to think of all the sad dolls who won't be included," she commented in her British accent with a sigh of despair, and then she began to talk at a fast speed again. "But no matter. Of course, they're not chosen like you. No where near. Not at all." she finished with a smile.

Bella stared at her with deep confusion. She looked at Isidore like she was completely insane, which I'm fairly certain she was. It almost made me want to laugh, the way that stupid bitch had yandered on like that. She was a completele wacko. "But.. wha-...why are you here?" Bella asked, clearly not satisfied with Isidore's answer.

"Just a spell, pretty angel." she explained, with a bit of a disturbing smirk peeking back on her face.

"What does this spell do?" Poor Bella asked, her voice trembling a bit. It took all of my power not to wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything would be okay.

Isidore laughed, as if Bella's question were stupid. I hated this Isidore already. The laughter broke off quickly as like before and she continued to talk, instantly serious. "Well it will rid your body of the parisite miss," she spoke using a whisper-voice. I held in a growl. Calling my son or daughter a parisite? I wanted to kill her right then and there. But I had to keep my appearance as evil and uncaring.

"I..'m confused," Bella admitted, with a troubling look on her porcelain face. Again, it took all my power not to chase the worry away.

Moments passed and Isidore sat uncomprehending. Maybe the bitch cracked, I thought with small amounts of humor.

Just then, an exasperated Bella stood up to Isidore. "Look, I just want to know what the hell-" she was interupted by Isidore's spell reading.

Instantly, Bella's body crumpled to the floor and much to my horror, began to rack in pain...

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I pulled mysef away from the painful memory, hot tears rolling down my face, my son in my hands. Bella had hid her face away from me by carassing her hair protectively in front of her face. I just wanted to explain to her that I wasn't truly on the other side, that her son wasn't truly gone and that I still loved her dearly. But as I took steps forward, she spoke the angry words: "Don't come another step," and when I disobeyed, she shouted the enraged words: "Stay the hell away from me!" But I couldn't. I had to show her.. to explain to her.

I took a few more steps before I was hovering directly over her, baby tight against me. I dropped gently to my knees, coming towards her with sincerity.

"It's a boy," I whispered into her trembling ear, before placing our baby into her arms soflty.

She looked down at the miracle in her arms, her breathing heavy, her face shocked, with wide eyes. She looked down at him and looked as if she were about to cry. Tears coming to her eyes, she narrowed her head down and kissed the beautiful boy's forehead, murmuring the soft words to him, "I promise I'll protect you, baby. I love you."

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