A loud crack rang through the empty streets, greater than any of that of the trees. For a while all was quiet before I heard the final tearing.

The noise echoed around my head but it was nothing compared to the sound that came next.

A blood curdling scream came from the white figure on the floor.

Heart To Heart

Jacob POV

I felt my whole body tense, felt my heart being torn into ribbons. Everything moved in slow motion, my imprints screams serving to only fuel my energy. Paul still stood over Edward, head down to take another bite. Even though I was no empath I could feel the fear and pain coming off Edward in waves. He'd probably never had to go up against a wolf before; even if he had he relied too much on his strength and ability.

If only I had let him go when he said, neither of us would be in this mess. Most importantly he would be pain now. If only… But that was the past and as much as I wanted to change it I couldn't. As Paul lowered his beastly head to take another bite something came over me. I couldn't change the past, but I could change the future. I didn't have to live without my imprint. I didn't have to cause him even more pain. Even if I die in the attempt I knew I would have died trying, at least I had made some move to protect him.

As I leapt into the air I saw my fathers looking out of the window, regret in his eyes. But most surprisingly was the worried expression on his face, but it wasn't focused at me. No, it was directed fully to the creature on the floor beneath the giant wolf. To my imprint.

Everything moved in slow motion as I bared my teeth, paws outstretched as I landed, never faltering in my stride. I didn't care that I was hurting my pack, possibly killing one of its members. Nothing mattered but the vampire on the floor. Did I even have a pack? I can't hear them in my head so does that mean that I am not in their pack?

"Jacob!" Shouted Sam, his voice suddenly in my mind, the tone of the alpha ringing loud but it sounded wrong. It didn't sound like it should. And I didn't obey it. They had failed me by not protecting them like they should no matter who the imprint was. Instead they were going against the main rule. To never hurt another's imprinted.

"Fuck off Sam." I growled back, using my alpha tone. The tone of the true alpha. Not some feeble step up that had merely taken the role on because they were first. This was no race to come first or second. I was born to do this. Even though I got the feeling that I didn't belong to them, that they wouldn't listen to me, it made Paul pause in what he was doing.

That fraction of a second was all I needed. My fangs penetrated his tough almost leather shoulder easily. Almost too easily. Then I remembered. Wolves aren't stronger than a vampire, that's why we hunt in packs. Since imprinting on Edward I've become the strongest wolf of all. Enabling me to easily kill them all if I wanted to.

Paul howled a mixture of pain, shock and anger combined. I felt my canines go through skin, tissue, muscle and bone, effectively breaking his right shoulder easily. He collapsed beneath me, all but a small ounce of fight gone. A whimper came from him before he stilled, unconscious. Behind me Sam nodded when I snarled at him, warning him to come to closer.

When he phased back into his human form, I watched when he dragged a barely awake Embry and an unconscious Paul out of the yard. I stared after them, not turning away until they were out of sight. After that I seemed to collapse. The strain of what had happened, weighing me down. A whimper escaped my wolf as I laid one large furry paw on Edward chest, willing him to wake up. To give me some indication that he was some how alive.

One of his arms was perfectly attached at the shoulder, as normal as it was yesterday. The other arm was a different story. The stone flesh was mangled at the base of his shoulder. His severed arm lay to one side, the fore arm no better off than his shoulder. Phasing back I didn't care that I was buck naked.

I knew vampires didn't need to breathe but this was unsettling. The stillness of his chest was unnerving, under my paw he felt dead. As in dead dead, not the vampire dead.

"Edward. Come on wake up." I said as I tapped his cheek gently. I got no reply. I tried again, still no response. With every lack of response I became more panicked, worried that he really had died.

Was it to do with his missing limb? I really had no expertise in this area; I only knew how to take the venom out in case one of the wolves got bit by a vampire. Taking the severed arm into my hand I placed it next to his shoulder, praying that it would heal correctly. If it even healed at all. So faint I nearly missed it I felt I slight tug from the healing limb, supposedly meaning that his body was accepting it I think.

He whimpered slightly as his body trembled, probably trying in vain to block the pain. Even though it pained me to see him in pain I was glad he was making some noise. Hell, even the scream from before had been better than that silence.

Lifting him up, I propped him up against me with his back to my chest. Patting along his pockets I searched for any phone he might have on him. Luckily he did actually have one on him. Reaching the contact page in record time I pressed the little green button when it reached Carlisle.

"Hello Edward. Why ar-"

I cut him off, not in the mood for chit chat.

"Look Carlisle-" I growl lowly when I don't get to finish.

"Jacob? Why have you got my son's phone."

He demands, not the patient Carlisle I'm used to.

"Carlisle, Edward's been in an accident and I need you to come quick. Meet me at my fathers' house. Be careful of the wolves." I hang up, not wanting to spend so long on the phone. If I know Carlisle well, which I don't, and then Edward is his favourite, his first son. He'll be here in a matter of minutes.

Gingerly picking Edward up I try my best to ignore the slight gasp coming from him and the limpness of his body. Kicking open the wooden door to the house, I push past my dad, not in the mood for talking to him. Setting Edward down on the couch I try not to look at the way he lays. Lifeless and crumpled, not a tense muscle in him.

Pushing the hair out of his eyes, I look about for something that I could maybe cut my wrist with. Hopefully blood would make him wake up faster, come back to me quicker. The squeaking of wheels alerts me to my dad's presence. Looking up from my fruitless searching I whisper a thanks before taking the sharp knife in his hand.

Taking a deep breath I sliced just deep enough to stop my wrist from healing almost instantly. Parting his lips slightly I placed my wrist to his mouth, much like I had done the time I imprinted on him. Only this time he didn't drink it, and before I knew what was happening my wrist had healed up already.

"You really do love him don't you?" Murmured dad, as I passed him to put the bloody knife in the sink. Sitting back down I pulled Edwards legs over my lap, before answering.

"Yeah, yeah I do. But why didn't you tell me?" I ask, feeling a little betrayed that dad would have risked the life of my imprint. The man that was basically keeping me alive.

"Tell you what?" He frowned, the crow's feet near his eyes becoming more prominent.

"That he had broken the treaty by coming over the first time on his own?" Dad sighed, shaking his head, before wheeling over to me. He looked down at Edward's prone form before meeting me in the eyes.

"They said that the first time he came over without you there then the mini treaty would be broke. I would have thought they would have given me some time to tell you so you could tell him. As it turns out, he crossed after they told me, but not before I told you." Dad sighed once again, his eyes drifting towards Edward.

"Have you checked his eyes?" He must have seen my confused look for he elaborated further.

"You know when their gone because they have no colour to their iris'. If you stand a chance of getting him back then there should be a faint ring of colour at least."

Doing as my dad said, I lift up one of his eyelids. I smile slightly when I see the faint ring of gold though it looks to be deteriorating fast. When's Carlisle going to get here? Almost instantly I hear the opening of the door just before Carlisle is pushing me out of the way, eager to get to his son.

"Edward. You know the drill, if you can hear me squeeze my hand." Has he done this before? Retreated into this freaky form of vampire sleep? Carlisle turns to us, his face laced with worry.

"Could you please leave the room while I work?" He says, to me. Not waiting for dad to answer I take the handles on his chair while wheeling him out into the garden.

Sitting down on the little paved section of the garden I pick at the weeds that are growing through the cracks. Inside the house I tense when I hear bones seeming to be rearranged. The gasps of pain get higher and more frequent the more Carlisle encourages him. It takes all I have not to leap up and tackle him to the ground for hurting him.

Just as I think about someone hurting him, I find myself thrown into the 'garage' the lines of small sheds buckling under the force. Looking up I rub the back of my neck, only to meet with the eyes of an enraged Emmett. He stalks forward, his eyes an evil glint in them.

"I thought I told you to never hurt him." He growls, offering me a punch to the stomach. I double over though I do not fight back even though if I did I know I would win. I deserve every punch, kick and even bitch slap I get from him.

My dad watches me take the beating, not able to do anything. Finally Emmett seems to calm enough to let me go, where I crumple into the dirt. Inside the house I become aware that the gasps of pain have stopped. Just as I reach the house Carlisle appears at the door.

"He's stable, you can come in." As I push past I take the ice pack that he offers me, pressing it to my swelling black eye.

Edward lies on his side facing the back of the couch. He sleeps soundlessly, his breathing deep. His arm rests in a sling, attached to the shoulder as it should be.

"Why is he wearing a sling? That won't make a difference will it?" I ask Carlisle who is currently kneeling next to me.

"It's just to make sure the bone stays in the same place, it's like a cast really. The only reason he hasn't got a cast it because there would be no point as to put one on. Give it a week and the limb should be fine." Carlisle spies my wrist and raises an eyebrow though doesn't ask. Edward mumbles something in his sleep while rolling over to face us.

"Why did he go into a state similar to a coma?" Once again he mutters something too faint for my ears, but it makes Carlisle chuckle slightly. Raising an eyebrow to him I give him a 'look' that means 'tell me'. He just shakes his head before answering my previous question.

"It's a state of shock that his body went into. As strange as it may sound us vampires where our hearts on our sleeves. With Edward only being young he'd never had to go up against a wolf before. Even when we made the treaty, there was no fight so he could get used to it if you get what I mean."

Edward's mouth is open slightly, venom dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. Brushing his hair off his eyes I don't miss the wet feeling on his forehead. Pulling my fingers back I sniff them, it smells just like him.

"I don't know what's wrong with him but he's sweating venom." Carlisle says before rising and packing his medical supplies back into his back. "Do you want to keep him here or do you want me to take him home with me?" He says, already prepared to lift Edward from the couch.

But I can't bare to be parted from him. The fact that he might not wake up is unnerving. If he doesn't then I want to be there for his last breath. Shaking my head, I nod my thanks before dad takes him over to the door. Soon the door closes behind him, the sound of an engine starting is the only outside life.

"Do you want a drink or something to eat son?" Calls my dad from the kitchen.

"Yeah I'll just have biscuit and a bottle of beer please." I know I'm underage but I'm not exactly getting any older here am I? What am I gonna do? Never drink in my life? For once dad doesn't complain like he usually does, instead just bringing in a four pack and a packet of biscuits. What shocks we is that he goes back into the kitchen, only to bring out another cup.

Its pungent smell marinates through the room, taking over all other smells. Blood.

"Where the hell you get that from?" I shout over the noise of the TV. I swear the old mans deaf some times. How can Edward even sleep through this? Grabbing the cups and biscuits I make my way upstairs, planning to bring Edward up here. Hopefully it might be a bit comfier. On my way down the stairs I miss out the squeaky step.

Before I enter the living room I here my dad's voice talking to no one in particular.

"Come on old lad, pull through for him…You don't know how much you mean to him." Through the thin walls I can hear Edward mumble something that makes my dad chuckle to him.

"Why did you leave his side hmm? I never can understand the minds of you vampires. Why didn't you stay behind him? I guess you panicked." Dad pauses, collecting his thoughts.

"That's one thing with you vampires. You act tough but it doesn't take much to get you all worked up does it? As much as everyone thinks you're not human, I think you are. You show more emotions that what most humans do anyway." He mumbles the last part before chuckling when I hear Edward talk again.

"Don't try act all ego driven, my lad. Now wake up for my son, he needs you." Supposing that is the end of their 'heart to heart' chat I make my way into the room. Dad smiles at me when I come in.

"He's a special one I'll give you that." He whispers before I pick Edward up off the sofa.

As I take him up the stairs I try not to trip up on my way. Placing him back on the bed I draw the covers back over him, though he still shivers slightly. Weren't vampires supposed to be immune to temperatures? Frowning I lay down next to him, pulling the covers over us both.

I can't help but smile when he shuffles further over to me on his own accord.