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Part III, Chapter Six: "Nightmare" Jacob's POV
Finally tired and so depressed I couldn't move one more step, I collapsed on the snow. I was somewhere in the Canadian wilderness after weeks of running away from Seattle. The voices in my head were shouting at me so loudly, I decided to phase back into a human.
Ah, much better, I thought as I settled into the snow. My body was so hot that the coldness didn't bother me; actually, I was probably melting the snow. Naked and exposed--both physically and mentally--I closed my eyes.
Her face haunted every thought. Her creamy skin, her thick brown hair, her sweet brown eyes. They killed me every time I closed my eyes. How can I go on if I see her face every second of my life?
I wondered if she was a vampire by now. Probably so, I guessed. It had been six weeks or so since the day I left Seattle. She was probably cold and hard and immortal and married by now. After the spasm of pain shot through me, I wondered which thought bothered me more: Bella being a vampire, or Bella being someone else's wife.
I had always known, from the very moment I saw her with him at her prom, that she would always be attached to her bloodsucker. After he left, it seemed like my suspicions were only confirmed. She held on to him with every ounce of energy she had, voiding her life of anything else. I wished to become her next love, but something told me that it would never happen.
Still, I tried. Time and time again. And I failed. I not only failed with Bella, but I failed with Sarah as well. And as a result, my life was over. I was only floating into a black abyss.
As I lay in the snow, thinking of these, my human ears suddenly perked up. I could hear footsteps--fast footsteps. Too fast to belong to a human. I groaned as I caught the sweet stench in the wind. I did not want to deal with any bloodsuckers right now. I wondered briefly if maybe it would be Victoria, that bitch that my pack had eventually ran off for good. It would feel nice to kill someone right now. And she deserved to die.
Hearing the footsteps growing closer, I phased back into my wolf-form. The echo of appreciative voices filled my head. Hey, man, you're back! they all seemed to say. I simply growled in response, distracted by all of the footsteps. Now that they were coming even closer, I could tell it was not just one vampire. Maybe two.
I rolled over onto my back, staring at the sky, not really feeling like caring about the vampires, but not really wanting to move, either. If it was a feral coven, I could easily take them out. It would be good for me. I could take out all of my frustrations. Easy.
But the smell was too familiar. I had enough experience with leeches to know that they all have different scents. And I had smelled this one before. Oh, God. Please don't let it be the Cullens, I prayed. I really don't need this right now.