Tear fall

Jacob POV

I couldn't wait. Today was the day I finally get to see Marie after her transformation!

It's been about a week now since she was bitten. Just after she passed out Carlisle and Edward came over, they said it would be safer if they took her to their house. (Since it's furthest away from humans) Also Carlisle's good with the supernatural so if anyone can sort it out, it's Carlisle.

I wouldn't have left Marie's side when she was transferred if it wasn't for Sam who put an order on me. Apparently she's dangerous? I know Marie and she wouldn't harm anything. Especially not me, I'm her imprint! There's much more chance she'll hurt the vamps considering she doesn't even feel comfortable around them.

Thankfully he finally cracked last night when I was moping over at his house and he told me I could see her today. You can probably guess I got no sleep last night, but I didn't really care.

I quickly tied my cut offs too my leg before running towards the Cullen's, I didn't break my run as I phased. The werewolf hasn't been seen since it bit Marie however it hasn't stopped the pack looking for it. I've been let off because apparently I wasn't 'focusing enough on the task'. But the pack has even been to Canada and back.

So, you're finally going to see her? That was Paul.

Other thoughts assaulted my head as I carried onto the Cullen's. Currently Jared, Leah and Paul were on patrol. Patrols had upped to three's in case the werewolf was found.

Yeah I can't wait! I just need to see her; to be sure she's alright!

The Cullen's had told me she was fine physically. They said it's a lot to recover from mentally but she's doing well.

You sound like such a pansy! Leah thought. Does she even want to see you?

I scoffed at Leah as the guys pictured themselves rolling their eyes.

Course she does. She's my imprint, my girlfriend, we love each other.

Leah let out a wolfy sigh before taking on a mocking version of my voice.

'She's my imprint', the mocking voice stopped You do know that you don't own her right?

Yeah bu-

Leah interrupted me before I could finish.

Look Jake. I'm not trying to be offensive but if I was her I know I wouldn't want anyone to see me. I would want to wallow in my own misery.

Yeah but she's not like you.

I blanked out the rest of their thoughts by focussing on Marie, she was beautiful.

The way her black hair framed her face with its bouncy curls, stopping just below her shoulders. Her face shape and her chubby cheeks. She would always complain about the extra baby fat but I still couldn't see why? It only added to her beauty. Her freckles dotted her face adding character and happiness. However Marie hadn't thought so and would always cover them up with extra foundation. Also her nose, how cute it was – like a button. The way she scrunched it when she was thinking so hard that she would also bite her lip. Can't forget her lips. The softness of them which made my legs feel like jelly when I dared touch them. But my favourite part of her face will always be her eyes; they stood out like a lighthouse does on a dark night beckoning your eyes to the wondrous sight. Since my first gaze into them I have always loved the colour brown. It was the first colour I saw after I imprinted and the last colour I saw before I imprinted. It was the colour of her eyes. It marked calmness and-

Ouch! Jake you're killing me with your cuteness!

I sighed at Leah before stopping. I could see the house now.

Good luck Jake! That was Paul.

Yeah, tell her we miss her! And that was Jared.

Thanks guys!

I phased back before pulling on my cut offs. Then I walked out of the forest and headed towards the Cullen's house. Before I managed to get to the door it opened to reveal Edward.

We had never properly got on before I imprinted. Well we had never got on at all. It was a constant fight over Bella. However now I had Marie I didn't like Bella the way I used to. I still didn't want her to turn into a vampire though.

Edward rolled his eyes at my thoughts before stepping fully into the doorway, blocking my path.

"I'm not sure if you want to do this…"

I looked at Edward disbelieving.

"Course I do, it's been over a week"

Edward's scrunched up his forehead as he let out a gust of air.

"Perhaps, but Jake. I've read her thoughts and I think it would be best if you let her be. Give her a month or so so that she has time to come round. I just don't want you to be upset by the way she-"

There was no way I was not seeing Marie. I could barely last a week without her never mind any longer!

"Only my friends call me Jake! Look you might be trying to help, but I'm not leaving this house until I've seen her!"

A slight grin showed on his mouth as if he liked the challenge of kicking me out, before his face took on its usual expressionless appearance.

"She's round the back…"

How an earth hadn't I managed to smell that before? Unless werewolves don't have a scent? I nodded to Edward before practically running around the house, the excitement of finally seeing her taking its toll on me.

The back yard was empty except for a bench which had a figure on. I knew it wasn't Marie because the figure was wearing a hoody with the hood up. Marie would never wear hoodies. They were also thinner as well and their legs looked like I could snap them with my little finger.

My steps got slower, hesitant over who this person was. But I kept walking. They didn't turn to face me as I approached, didn't move at all in fact. Just sat with their head looking forward. Something must have been wrong.

I walked around the opposite side of the bench to where they sat but then froze as I took in their appearance. She barely resembled herself.

Her black hair hung limp and dead, filled with grease and tangles. Her chubby cheeks were none existent, there was no evidence of them ever being there. Now her face was gaunt and thin, ghostly in its paleness. Her freckles had also disappeared along with all trace of happiness. And her nose, it was long and pointy except from the button he expected. Her lips were cracked and her mouth was wide open gawping at nothing. But the worst part was her eyes.

Except from the welcoming brown they once were they were now a greyie colour which added years onto her actual age. They were dull and dead. Full of a wiseness that only comes from a great age that Marie hadn't got to yet. Someone had installed the looks of an old man onto her face.

But not matter how she'd changed I still loved her. She was Marie.

She still didn't turn to look at me, didn't even spare me a glance as I sat down beside her. I smelt the air for her scent, I wanted something familiar to link this shell to Marie but I couldn't smell anything. The scent of lavender and barely which had claimed itself as hers no longer existed.

The silence was killing me, I had to break it.

"Marie, how you feeling?" No answer. "The pack told me to tell you they miss you" No response. "I do to…" This was getting awkward. "Please, say something" Still no answer.

I didn't know what to do, how to get a response. So I just sat there, like an idiot. Precious time with her was flying by but I didn't know how to spend it.

An impulse took me and I decided to follow it. I stood form the bench and knelt in front of her grabbing her hands in mine. She didn't pull away.

"Marie, please look at me".

I kept my position as I clung to her hands like a lifeline. The only thing which made me keep my position was hope. It took a while but eventually her eyes laid themselves on mine.

I didn't know what to say and unfortunately like often, the wrong words left my mouth.

"Have you thought about my question? When I asked you to marry me?"

For a second I saw the old Marie behind her eyes, before she hid again.

"I don't want to marry you. I will never want to marry you"

She could be talking about the weather the way she spoke, so calmly. But she wasn't and her words broke my heart. It was not just the words but her voice as well which could be added onto the list of things which had changed. Their as no longer an accent to her words and her voice sounded dead.

She broke through my thoughts when her hands let go of mine. One reached into her hoody pocket and brought out the ring I had given her. My grandmothers ring, my mother's ring no one had said no when proposed to with it except her. She held it out to me as she held it between her thumb and fore finger.

"No, keep it".

I went to retake her hands from where she had placed them on her lap but she pulled away from me and placed them into her pocket. However her eyes had never once moved from their gaze on mine.

"You're not good for me" Her eyes entranced me making me slightly bend forward. "You're merely a human. A shape shifter at maximum. Me? I'm a werewolf. A beauty of a rare species… And it's great"

She blinked on the 'great' which made me jump. I didn't know why.

"So go. Leave me now, and let me be. Cos I don't love you. Not anymore Jacob Black"

Her face was expressionless, her voice so calm. She sounded almost witchlike in her words. I couldn't bare it.

Unstoppable tears fell from eyes and poured down my face in an avalanche. She didn't even show any sympathy towards me. Emotions took me and my hands flung to her face.

I held it either side as I shook her and screamed for all that was worth. Still she remained expressionless. Still her hands remained in her pockets.

No one left the house either to check upon us. Perhaps they expected this? Knew it was going to happen? Wish I'd listened to Edward now, that way I wouldn't be feeling like this. Feeling like an unrepairable hole had found its way into my chest, the way every breath hurt a thousand times more. A feeling that made me just want to lie in bed and sob my heart out before jumping off a cliff. The feeling which is called a broken heart.

I let go of her face, she still hadn't moved.

"You told me once, that if I said the words then you would leave and never come back. If I told you I didn't want you and that I would be happier without you. So I'm saying the words" I could see the honesty in her words as she spoke, the truth was in her eyes. "Jake, I don't want you anymore!"

I could no longer bare to look at her, I had taken my battering. A relationship which had once started so well had failed so badly.

My legs picked me up and carried me to the forest all the while I was falling apart.

As a protector, as an imprinter I had failed in my duty of protecting her. Oh how I wished it was a dream, a nightmare which I would wake up from a new man. But it wasn't. No matter what I did it wouldn't change anything. This wasn't a nightmare; this was reality, a reality I wouldn't wake up from. And there was no way of which I knew that I could live without Marie in my life.

First Bella now Marie? Perhaps I was cursed?

Two hundred metres away, sat on a bench. A werewolf was crying.