Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just using them for non-profitable entertainment usage. However, I do own my OCs mentioned in this chapter; Bailey and Kendra. :)

(Warning: Language)

Chapter 23: That Girl is Poison

Jacob could not describe the shade of red his vision had become accustomed to. He'd been angry before, punched things, transformed into a wolf… but not like this. His anger was usually irrational, but it was something he could deal with. It was familiar to him, and he was the type to cling to what he knows.

Not today.

At that very moment, Jacob's anger finally had a purpose, and it was headed in a clear path toward one subject: Isabella Cullen.

He didn't call it an obsession because that simply wasn't what it was. Paranoid, sure, but never obsessed. But there was something that always nagged in the back of his mind every time she came across his mind. He bottled it up and stowed it away. That it… It wasn't love. He felt no regrets. He had nothing to apologize for. Jacob knew all these things, and for once he knew exactly how he felt and he was going to express that.

Jacob Black was, for lack of a better word, pissed.

How Bella she thought she could just casually waltz back into his life was beyond him. Why did she always have to involve him in things he had to constantly pay for, only to have her run out of his life again and then suddenly return to take more things from him? He felt like she would take everything from him and suck the very life out of him, but Bailey was the last straw. Bella could not have Bailey; he'd kill her first.

He knew it was something he couldn't simply get over with a quick chitchat or a tearful confession. No… Jacob was tired of all of that. He was tired of all the apologies, the lies, beating around the bush. He couldn't take it anymore. Words were never his forte anyway. Actions speak louder than words.

There were no voices in his head to reason with him, not that they could. He was on a clear path and wouldn't be strayed. There was only one agenda on his mind, and he would, no matter what, make sure that by the end of it all he would get his point across. Finally, right? He felt like he deserved a fucking medal for all the mess Bella put him through. He was already in waist deep; might as well take the big plunge.

The trees he passed were a blur. He couldn't process the words on the signs posted near the road. He just ran and ran until the sickeningly sweet stench of vampire hit his nose.

Jacob stopped at a cliff, split between a river- the Treaty Line. He took the leap and cleared the distance, continuing to run through the forest. He stopped just where the greenery ended and the pave way of the Cullen home began. The only things visible in the night were his glowing honey brown eyes in the moonlight. But he wasn't shrouded from all eyes, because Carlisle stood on the porch to greet him.

"Hello, Jacob. Edward told us you were coming," Carlisle said in a friendly tone.

Jacob growled at the formalities, taking slow, threatening steps forward. He didn't want to hurt the vampire doc, since he helped him and all, but Jacob wouldn't stand to let him get in his way.

Carlisle held his hands up in a truce. "Jacob, please, violence is not necessary. We can handle this in a peaceful-"

Jacob ignored him and charged anyway. Carlisle tried to block the way, but because of his nonviolent nature he was easily shoved aside by Jacob. Jacob squeezed through the small door frame, smashing it in the process. He snarled and made a slow entrance.

Edward's head snapped up when he could clearly read Jacob's intentions in his mind. He hissed, and the rest of the family looked up at him, alarmed.

"Keep him away from Bella!" Edward snapped, crouching protectively in front of his ailing wife.

Jacob rushed into the room, already getting entangled with Rosalie. They tumbled on the ground, destroying nearby furniture while clawing and snapping at each other. He clamped his teeth around one of her legs and she screamed in agony. Jacob shook his head a couple of times while she was still in his grasp, and he tossed her away. Both Jasper and Emmett wrestled with him next.

Emmett was the more primitive of the two, trying to get his arms around him by charging directly with a menacing look on his face. Jasper looked equally frightening, but his face was much darker and his actions more thought out. Jacob could a feel a calmness brush against his conscious, but he was too enraged to simply calm down with some stupid vampire magic trick. In fact, it just made him angrier that they attempted to do so.

No one was able to pin Jacob down for more than a few seconds, and each time he got loose he got so much closer to Bella. When he finally got close enough, he snarled and took a mighty swipe with his jagged claws.

Edward quickly snatched her into his arms and pulled her out of harm's way. Emmett hooked his own arms around Jacob's massive neck, and Jasper flashed in front of Jacob's face, daring him to move. Jacob still struggled in Emmett's grip, snapping and spitting at Bella. She simply stared at him in silent horror.

Jacob could finally rationalize that he was getting nowhere and shifted back into human form. He yanked himself away from Emmett and advanced on Bella on his two feet, ignoring the others as the slipped around him snakes and bared their 'fangs.' Edward took steps backwards as Jacob walked forward. He pointed a thick finger at the two and growled, still advancing until one of the others finally shoved him back. His lip curled up, but he accepted that distance and talked around the sudden wall that was Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper.

Edward glared at Jacob. "What is this?! Jacob-"

"Shut up, you fucking leech. You can read my mind; you know," Jacob interrupted, keeping his gaze fixated on the girl in his arms.

"Y-you… you tried to kill me, Jake?" Bella whispered.

"I want to do the talking today, Bella. Is that cool with you? Or do I have to get your attention again?" Jacob said, completely ignoring her question.

"That was getting her-"

"Shut it, bloodsucker! No one's talking to you!" Jacob snapped.

Bella sniffled. "Jake, I-"

"I said I was the one doing the talking," Jacob interrupted yet again. "What do you think this is Bella? It's a fine taste of your own medicine, don't you think?"

"W-What?"

"That's how I feel, Bella- all the fucking time. Like my life is on the line. You and your subtle little attacks—they kill me. You can't just use me like I'm some free serviceman or your own personal slave!" Jacob yelled. "Is that all I am to you, Bella? A tool? A convenience? You're supposed to be my friend. Don't you think I deserve a little better than this?!"

Bella shook her head. "Jacob, I don't see you like that. You.. you're my sun. I need-"

"You always do that!" Jacob snapped.

"Do what?" Bella asked tearfully.

"Stepping on me! Using me when I suddenly become relevant and 'necessary' again! Quit relying on me!" He shouted. "How many times are you gonna shit on me?"

She continued to shake her head in denial. "Jake! That's not.. you know that's not what I… I don't understand Jacob!"

Jacob sneered. "Where's my 'thank you' Bella? Where's my fucking apology?" he asked. "'Oh, Jake, you're always here for me when I need to wipe my feet! You're always there when I need something to knock down! I know I can always use you because you can just shoulder all the hurt.'"

"I-"

Jacob waved off whatever she was about to say, backing away from everyone.

"As a matter of fact, keep the sob story to yourself. I think I should be the one to apologize," he said, glaring at her over the shoulder for the last time.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs. Cullen, but I'm going to need you to fuck off. And thanks for the terrible memories; they're such a comfort at night."

Jacob swore that would be the last time he confronted Bella.

"Bailey, I'm going to need you to calm down," Sam said soothingly.

"Stop talking," Bailey snapped over her shoulder.

She was pacing across the house, wringing her hands and wiping at her face. She would sporadically sit down or lean against a wall in a crouched position, holding her head every time. Her hand was placed over her fluttering heart, and she sighed constantly in an attempt to slow her breathing but nothing was working. Occasionally she would break down into sobs and then Sam could approach her, but she would quickly shove him away.

She shook out her hands and rubbed them on her pants; they were clammy and burning. Her face was pale, and the all color of was drained to a sickly yellow. She complained of light-headedness aloud, staggering toward her bed.

"Come," Sam murmured, pulling her toward him and helping her sit down.

Bailey wiped at her face again, feeling another sob come on. "What if something happened to him?"

"Jacob will be fine," Sam reassured her. "He's a tough boy."

"What if he gets hurt? Or dies?" Bailey cried.

"He won't. He'll be fine and you'll see him soon. I promise," Sam said. "Why don't you try to get some sleep? Kendra will be up here with some tea at any moment."

"I can't sleep without Jacob," Bailey murmured, stroking her belly. Her face crumpled up again. "I don't want them to grow up without their father!"

"That just won't happen," Sam argued.

Bailey winced as she felt a pinch in her stomach. "Ow…"

"You alright?" Sam asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Braxton Hicks. Don't worry about it."

"Sam, you should go downstairs. I got this," Kendra said, stepping into the doorway.

"Is there a problem?" Sam asked, standing.

"Leah is downstairs. Said she wants to talk to you," Kendra shrugged.

Sam made his way down the stairs, and there Leah stood at the last step, leaning on the banister.

"Sam, I want out of your pack. Let me join up with Jacob," Leah said without at preamble.

Sam looked taken back. "Leah…"

"Please, Sam! This is an opportunity for both of us," Leah started. "You can finally get away from me, and I can get away from you."

"Leah, you're like family. You can't just leave like that," Sam said.

"I don't want to cling to you anymore. It's for the best. I'm leaving whether I have your permission or not. I just thought it was courteous to ask you first," Leah said firmly. "Our ties have to be severed."

Sam clenched his fists. "If Jacob accepts you, you can go."

"Really?" Leah exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Sam! Thank you! Thank you!"

"I don't want you to go," Sam murmured, wrapping an arm around her.

Leah pulled back to glare at him. "I think we've both held onto the guilt long enough. Isn't it time we both finally let it all go?"

They both jumped when a blood-curdling scream resounded in the house.

"PAUL! SAM!" Kendra screeched.

Paul blurred past them both and up the stairs within seconds. The two followed suit. Paul stood frozen in front of the bathroom door, like he couldn't take another step forward. They both squeezed around him, trying to get a peak at what he was seeing. Everyone stared in shock.

Blood was all over the tiled floor. The two sisters sat in a particularly large puddle of cherry red blood. Bailey had a hand on her stomach as she stared at her older sister in shock. Kendra stared down at her bloodied hands, shaking in trepidation. Her head moved back and forth in a slow motion, something that was involuntary as her eyes looked distant.

Paul staggered forward, gripping her shoulder and turning her to face him. "Is it the-"

Kendra stared up at him with shock in her eyes, tears forming in the corner. "I-I'm fine."

"Sweetheart, I know, but what about the-"

"No, Paul. I'm fine. It's not… it's not me," Kendra whispered.

He looked taken aback. "Then what-"

Bailey cried out and clutched her stomach, slumping onto her side. She clamped her own bloodied hand over her mouth and sobbed.

Everyone sprung into action.

"Call a fucking doctor!" Kendra snapped. "And get towels dammit!"

Leah and Sam bolted out of the room. Paul just stood in shock.

"No, no, no," Bailey wailed, curling in on herself.

"Hush, baby," Kendra soothed, moving her sister's hands from her face. "Deep breaths, okay? Breathe with me."

Bailey tried to pry her wrists from Kendra's grip. "What's wrong with me?" she cried.

"Shh, nothing, nothing bad is going to happen to you," Kendra murmured.

Bailey trembled and groaned, squirming on her back. "Let me sit up," she begged.

"No, no. Stay down," Kendra demanded. "Don't move at all."

"I… I feel pushy. Why do I feel pushy?!" Bailey cried. Her breath hitched as she shook again. "It's too early.."

"Bailey, do not fucking push, do you hear me?" Kendra snapped.

"It hurts," Bailey whispered.

"Here," Leah murmured, piles of towels in her arms.

"Finally," Kendra hissed, snatching a towel and cleaning her sister's face. "I know it hurts, but I need you to calm down."

Bailey felt something within her snap. "How can I calm down when I'm about to kill my sons?!" she screamed.

Kendra pursed her lips and didn't answer. She continued to wipe down her sister where she could, carelessly tossing towels away. Bailey's pitiful moans turned into complete sobs as she clutched her swollen belly and squirmed on the floor. She begged to sit up and was denied until she began coughing hysterically, phlegm running down her chin.

They helped her sit up in time when she began dry heaving, clambering for the toilet. She cried and cried until she could do nothing else but vomit whatever she had eaten that day. Her episode had left her completely exhausted, and she collapsed against her sister.

"Leah, get her some ginger ale from the fridge," Kendra murmured, stroking her sisters matted hair.

"Where's Jacob?" Bailey whispered tiredly.

Kendra looked up helplessly at Paul. "I don't know, sweetheart. He's coming."

"I want Jacob," Bailey moaned. "He has to be here now."

"I agree," Kendra growled.

"He won't get to say goodbye to his boys," Bailey muttered.

"There will be no goodbyes," Kendra snapped.

"Bailey?! Baby?!"

Jacob skidded past the doorway of the bathroom. He quickly ran back and thrust himself into the small room, collapsing on the floor next to the sisters. His eyes burned intensely, but he refused to stress Bailey any further.

She opened her arms to him, smiling weakly. "Min kärlek," she murmured affectionately.

He gathered her into his arms and nuzzled her cheeks. "I am so sorry baby. I promise I won't leave you again."

"Why'd you leave in the first place, jackass?" Kendra hissed.

"I needed to have my final piece with Bella. It's over. Let's squash it and move on, yeah? I'm more worried about Bailey right now," Jacob said.

Bailey began sobbing again. "Jacob, I don't want to lose them!"

"You won't. We won't," Jacob murmured, pecking her cheeks.

"Why is this happening to me?" she wept.

"Liam and Julian are going to be just fine," Jacob assured her.

"But what if I can't stop them from coming?"

Jacob didn't have an answer for her.

By the time the paramedics came, Bailey had fallen in and out of consciousness at least five times. She was delirious as they strapped her to the gurney. She had no idea where she was or who was talking to her, but her eyes always showed clarity when she was asked something about the twins.

She had bouts of hysteria during the ambulance ride that only Jacob could snap her out of. He would hold her face in his hands and press his forehead against hers and murmur something in Quileute. She would say something back in Swedish and immediately calm down. Neither understood each other's language, but in those moments they both understood in their connection.

Jacob only left her side when other nurses and doctors forced him out of the room. They probed and examined the poor girl until she was all but hysterical again. Jacob was allowed back into the room. He wasn't allowed to touch her, but he spoke to her across the room. Bailey simply stared at him like her life depended on it. Maybe it did.

Her bleeding had thankfully stopped, but she would still wince every so often and complain of back pains. They had quickly administered different medicines to her, and her pains quickly subsided.

"What's wrong with me, doctor?" Bailey murmured sleepily. She clutched at Jacob's hand, finally able to touch him again.

"Well, you've got marginal placenta previa, which caused the bleeding. We were expecting complete placenta previa because of all the blood, but you're still on the safe side," the doctor said.

"Placenta previa?" Jacob asked.

"It's a condition when the placenta partially or completely blocks the cervix, which essentially blocks the babies' exit," the doctor explained. "She also went into pre-term labor very early, but we've given her something to stop her contractions."

"Now what?"

"I've prescribed pills to speed up your children's lung development and antibiotics for any infection. I'm also ordering complete bed rest-"

"Does that mean I have to stay here until I'm actually ready to give birth?" Bailey asked.

"We'll let you practice bed strict rest at home, but any signs of early labor again and you'll have to stay here permanently," the doctor said. "And I do mean strict bed rest. Reduce your movement to a bear minimum; activity should be extremely low at this point. We're trying to keep those babies in there for as long as possible."

Bailey nodded. "I promise I'll do better."

Jacob nuzzled her cheek once again. "We'll do better this time."

Yeah.. I don't want Jacob to come across as the bad guy for leaving Bailey. He needed some justification! And this is actually the last time you'll see Bella/Jacob drama. I think Bella has had enough bashing from me. Let us squash this beef.

Like I said, I'm not a doctor, so not everything I say about pregnancy/health in general will be completely inaccurate. I tend to twist some things around for the sake of the story. Hence, the drama continues. :)

Min karlek means "my love" in Swedish

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