A/N: Hi! Thanks for the reviews :] Here's part 2! This was so hard writing, I wanted to add as much detail as ever. And as far as Ariana's dream, I just wanted you guys to know that it's based off the music video for 'Stop an Stare' by OneRepublic. Love that song, and music video, and the group! But the music video helped me relate a lot of things and fears Ariana's been going through in some trippy way. Im weird like that :P Enjoy my lovelies!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Here Comes Goodbye (part 2)

Chapter Song: Here Comes Goodbye by Rascal Flatts / Katherine's Theme by Michael Suby

I sunk down, me legs folding under my body. They ached, not being able to hold my weight up. I slid down to my side and hit the floor. Nothing kicked in at first. My stomach hurt as the sickening feeling set in like a rock at the bottom of it. My body felt like it was hit with a five hundred pound weight. Though the news didn't fully sink in at first, but my heart began aching more by the second. Slowly, the pain was growing and growing till it was about to consume me. My lungs let out the breath I had been holding in, they burned. It was like I forgot how to breathe, like I didn't want to. Bending my legs upward, I wrapped my arms around them tightly. Why couldn't I have taken his place? If I had gotten bitten instead of Jacob, I wouldn't have died. Maybe I would have turned into a vampire, or maybe I would have just lost a lot of blood, but I wouldn't have died.

Dead.

It was such a strong word. Death had taken the life of Jacob. Scratch that, a vampire had taken the life on my boyfriend. He was gone. He was dead. Still standing by the door, the three boys stood there speechless—lips parted and eyes watering. Never in my life had I seen a guy cry before, not even my own father when he was still with us—but they were on the verge of it. You couldn't blame them. They'd lost their best friend, their brother, a member of their pack. No one called for Carlisle, or Sam, not even Billy. We knew he was gone. My eyes stung as salty tears welled up to the top. I sat there, in the uncomfortable silence, letting my eyes look at Jacob's lifeless body. They shifted away from staring at him to just gaze out in front of me. There was no way I'd be able to look at my boyfriend with him being dead. My lips parted and trembled. My throat couldn't form words, so I easily closed my mouth and pursed my lips shut into a thin line. My brown eyes burned as the first tear rolled down my cheek, and many more followed. I shut my eyes, letting the tears trickle down my face. For the first time ever, my powers had let me down. They failed me and I failed Jacob. My heart had fully sunken into my stomach. I hated crying in front of anybody, but at this point I couldn't care anymore. Opening my mouth, I took in a shaking breath, and it came out as a quiet sob. My head bowed down, not wanting to look or see anything anymore. Jacob was gone. He had passed on from us. Deep in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that he'd jump up and yell 'surprise! Wow, I got you good'. But as the moments passed on, I realized that he was dead. He'd taken his last breath and his heart was done beating. The realization began striking my mind. I would never get to have another conversation with him, there'd be no more hand holding, kisses, leisurely swims, hugs.

No more Jacob.

I hated my powers. I hated being a mermaid. I hated what the Moon Pool had given me. This wasn't a gift—it was a curse. While my eyes stayed glued shut, burning in my salty tears, one of the guys coughed and groaned beside me. One of them was crying, but I couldn't tell which one. Slowly lifting my weak head and opening my glassy eyes, I realized all three guys were in the exact spot they were before, and none of them was crying. None of them said a word. In fact, they looked seemingly surprised and confused. Their mouths agape, they were staring at Jacob. How could you stare at your dead friend, could you be that bold? Unwillingly, my eyes traced their gaze back to Jacob's dead body to find it—not so dead…

Jacob coughed, grabbing a hold of his ribs that rattled inside his body. Jacob was coughing. He coughed! Coughing could only mean…Jacob was breathing!

"It's freezing in here." His raspy voice spoke up. His teeth clattered together. Embry snorted a laugh, and then other two followed by doing the same.

"Yes! " They cheered, high fiving each other in celebration. Jacob weakly furrowed his dazed brows, confusion flooding his mind. Thank you God. Thank you powers. They had finally come through, and they saved Jacob. Letting out a breath of relief, I felt like the world was lifted off my shoulder. Opening my mouth to speak, words couldn't come out. Instead, I jumped up and hugged the very alive Jacob, kissing him for however long. I didn't care how long it was or who was watching. Jacob was alive and the poison had died. I'd taken everything I said about my powers back. I loved them. Having them was a gift, they were perfect, I'd never think anything bad about them again. After breaking my kiss with Jacob, the guys picked me up and swung me around, constricting me in a hug.

"You did it!" They yelled out in joy, still laughing at the turn of events.

"Quil? Embry?" Billy called from outside.

"You did it!" They put me down on the ground. I leaned myself against the wall closest to Jacob and sunk to the floor with another breath of relief, emotionally drained from what just happened. I leaned my head against the wall, and a smile appeared on my lips—something I thought I wouldn't be seeing for a while. My right hand wrapped around my mouth unable to explain the feelings that were coming over me, while my left hand was squeezed into Jacob's cold temperature one. He sat up, his face looking a hundred times better than before. His color had returned to his body, and he didn't look as sick, but he still looked weak.

"What's going on?" Sam yelled running anxiously to the room, Paul right on his tail. Carlisle was right behind the two, and so was Billy, who struggled to get his wheelchair to wheel fast enough. Finally reaching the doorframe, shocked expressions were fashioned on their faces.

"But…" Paul looked at his friend.

"What?" Sam asked, shocked.

"Your sister! Ariana's a genius!" Quil said with a laugh.

"How are you feeling?" Carlisle smiled, walking in here being suspicious of Jacob's well being.

"Sore but much, much better." Jacob sat up. Still in pain, he held his ribs with his good arm. Carlisle's hands touched Jacob's bad arm, and pulled back, surprised.

"Wow, you're almost as cold as me." Carlisle snickered, beginning to unwrap Jacob's bandage that covered his bite. Revealing the bite where the deadly venom entered his body. There was a large gash, but it looked as if it was already beginning to heal. Carlisle re-wrapped the wound and checked Jacob's pulse and temperature.

"Everything seems alright, minus the broken ribs," he turned to me, "I don't have a clue of what you did, but, good job." He smiled, flashing his pure white teeth. Paul and Jared raised up their hands and high fived each other. Slap, their palms made contact.

"So he's all good?" Sam asked.

"Looks like my job here is done." The vampire clapped his hands together.

"I'll be seeing you all tomorrow afternoon as we said?" He raised his brows. Sam slowly nodded his head in agreement. With one last flashy smile, Carlisle went to walk out of the room, the pack stepping out of his way.

"Oh, Ariana, may I speak with you?" He looked down to my place on the floor. I nodded my head silently. Quil took a small step forward and reached his hand out to help me up. With the help from Quil's strength, I was up and following Carlisle out of the room in less than a second. Billy mouthed me a grateful 'thank you' and I nodded my head as a gesture of a 'you're welcome'. After I stepped out of Jacobs' room, the pack began talking with him. I stopped to try to listen really quickly.

"What do you mean I can't go?" Jacob, voice still croaking, asked.

"Ariana." Carlisle softly alerted from down the hallway. I turned my head around then walked to him.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"How did you help him? I'm just curious."

"There was a situation back in Australia where my friend poisoned a horse and cooled down its body with her ice powers. So, even though Jacob's not a horse, I figured I could take a shot at it."

"So there are more of you. I thought Rosalie and Emmett only said it was just you." A smile grew on his face.

"No. I-I meant that my friend poisoned the horse and I fixed him."

"But you said her ice powers." He caught onto my lie. I opened my mouth to come up with yet another lie, but for some reason, my mind couldn't come up with one and I stood there speechless.

"Please don't tell them." I begged, making an attempt to read his expression to see if he would lie to me or not.

"Your secret's safe with me." His lips formed into a soft smile. It seemed as if he was telling the truth, "however, this wasn't what I wanted to speak with you about. I haven't spoken to Edward or even Bella yet since I've been hear all afternoon, what happened with Victoria? I'm aware of her escaping, but what exactly happened during the fight?"

"She sent a man named Riley to come distract Edward, but it didn't work. Paul attacked Riley and something happened but eventually they both got a hold of Edward and I distracted them. After, Paul attacked Riley again and finally killed him and after Edward fought Victoria, she ran off and threatened me. It's fairly hazy, Edward might be a better witness."

"How'd you get the gash on your arm?" He asked, not even looking down. I had a long sleeved shirt on, how did he know?

"How did you—"

"I'm a vampire, I could smell that a mile away." His lips curled up. I shook it off.

"That's how I distracted them." I admitted, Carlisle's brows rose.

"That was very risky."

"Edward promised to help me. It was the least I could do for him."

"That was brave. You could have gotten yourself killed."

"I know."

"Thank you then. For risking your life for my son."

"You're welcome. It was nothing, really." He nodded his head and looked down to the floor.

"Well than, I've better get going. It's been a long day. Do me a favor and give me, or Edward, or Alice a call later so we're aware how Jacob's progress is, alright?"

"Of course. And Carlisle. Thank you, for everything." Carlisle gave me a sweet smile before disappearing into the night.

"Heat it up, will ya'?" Embry asked me as we made hot chocolate and coffee to keep us awake. He held out the white mug filled to the hop with creamed coffee. Balling my hand, I watched steam rise from the liquid. In the living room, we could hear a door open and slam shut.

"There you are." Embry stuck his head out from the kitchen as Sam walked in the front door with my varsity duffle dangling from his shoulder. Putting my hot chocolate down on the counter, I walked towards my brother. He threw the bag at me, only so I caught it awkwardly with both hands. Filled in the duffle bag were pajamas, clothes for tomorrow, a toothbrush, toothpaste, makeup, and a hairbrush. Sam, on the way to drop off Billy at Police Chief Charlie Swan's house, stopped by his own house and grabbed a couple of my things since I decided on staying the night with Jacob. Embry shoved a handful of pretzels in his mouth. I tossed the duffle bag next to the beige sofa.

"How is he?" Sam asked, checking his phone for any messages from Emily. I wrapped my cold hands around my mug.

"He's still really weak. But who can blame him? He technically just died. He didn't have a heartbeat or pulse." Embry swished the coffee around in his cup.

"Quil and Jared are in there with him right now. They gave me a break."

"Go eat something, you look pale."

"I'm just tired, that's all."

"Go get some sleep on the couch. I do it all the time, it's comfy." Embry smiled half-heartedly.

"No, really, I'm fine. I'll go get something to eat and then go back with Jacob. It's okay."

"If you say so. I'm going to go check on him. See how he' doing and apologize for being pushy. I'll be back." After Sam walked out Embry and I looked at each other.

"Wow, Sam apologizing for being pushy. That's new."

"I've never seen that happen in my life, I need to see this." He replied, following Sam out of the room. I took myself back into the kitchen and drank another sip of my hot chocolate. My body felt jittery, my nerves were on edge. How could you ever feel normal again after seeing your boyfriend die? And then come back to life? I never felt normal before, but today's events changed me. After thinking he was gone, all I wanted to do was lock myself up somewhere and never come out. Losing someone you truly loved was the worst feeling I've ever gone through. And I don't plan on doing it again any time soon. I stationed myself in the small kitchen and tried listening in on the loud chatter coming from Jacob's room. I could barely make out every few words. A phone rang and got louder as one of the boys pulled it from his shorts pocket. Remembering I had a phone and was allowed to use it, I pulled it from my pocket. The amount of missed calls and texts from Emma, Cleo, and Rikki made me think that they thought I died, or disappeared the face of the earth. I'd call them, but later. There were so many emotions consuming my brain and heart I didn't want to talk to anyone but Jacob. Not even my best friends. Minutes later, after mumbles of talking coming from Jacob's room, the pack, minus Jacob, came rushing out.

"Okay so who's going to stay here with them?" Sam asked.

"What's going on?" I asked, walking in on them.

"Carlisle just called us. They saw Victoria somewhere in the woods."

"So you're leaving?"

"One of them will stay with you and Jacob."

"It's fine I can take care of him myself." I said, and as if I could see the future I already knew his answer.

"No." He plainly replied. Gee, almost as if I was physic.

"Sam, I can take care of myself. You guys need to go, so go."

"Really? And what are you going to do if a vampire shows up? Jacob's not strong enough to do anything."

"There's going to be more of a problem if you all don't go and find her because she wants to kill me and Bella. So what's it going to be?" Sam was silent for a moment.

"Fine." His deep voice sighed, "but one of us will still be around here." I nodded my head. As the guys piled out of the house, Sam looked back at me.

"Please call any of us if there's a problem."

"Of course." I agreed and watched him shut the door. A surge of terrible feeling went through my spine and to my stomach. Here we go again. That dreaded feeling came back and settled in the pit of my stomach. What if I never saw them again? Victoria could easily rip one of them to shreds, bite them, or snap their necks. That was the last time I could have spoken to anyone. They had the Cullens with them, of course they were going to be okay. It was twelve against one, there was no way she was getting out alive. Of course, she was fast and strong. But with seven vampires and five werewolf's chasing her, would there be any chance for yet another getaway? Shut up, Ariana, I told myself. When I walked back into Jacob's room, his eyes were shut and his chest was slowly rising up and down. He was asleep. I slid down to my spot on the floor beside Jacob's bed. The room was eerily silent, except for Jacob's breathing, which oddly enough calmed me down. Inside my pocket, my phone began ringing it's incisive default ringtone. Not wanting to disturb Jacob, I quickly slid it out of my pocket and pressed it to my ear. What did Sam want now? He left five minutes ago.

"Hello?" My voice was quiet, but not a whisper. Jacob looked to be in a deep enough sleep to not hear me.

"Ah, so she decides to answer the phone." Rikki greeted. Rikki, I absolutely love you as my sister, but not now. Not today.

"Sorry, hi."

"Where have you been? We've been worrying about you, thought the moon got to you but then we realized that it probably should be rising right about now."

"Rikki, the moon rose last night."

"Yeah, for us. Yours is tonight, it's the noon the next day over here."

"Oh," I was silent for a second, "I thought it was last night."

"Not good! What are you going to do?" Rikki worried.

"I don't know, there's nothing to do at this point." My voice sounded depressed, almost monotone.

"Hey, are you okay?" She wondered.

"Yeah." My voice cracked.

"Ariana…"

"I'm sorry." I apologized, wiping a tear from my cheek.

"What's going on?"

"The last couple of days have been really hard."

"Like what?"

"It's a very long and complicated story, but I've got to go. I promise I'll call you soon."

"Ariana—" Rikki tried to persuade before I hunt up. Without me being thousands of miles in Australia, I already knew what her reaction was. 'She just hung up on me' she would agape. She always had the same response when Emma or Cleo would hang up on her. I slid my phone back into my pocket and sat in the silence for a minute.

"Are you ever going home? Not that I don't want you here, you've just been through enough today. You need some sleep." Jacob opened his eyes, looking down at me.

"I thought you were asleep."

"In and out. So, I hear there's a full moon tonight?"

"Yeah, so that gives me an excuse to stay here anyways, not that I would leave even if there wasn't one."

"Come on, get in bed. It's got to be more comfortable than the floor." Without fighting, I agreed. I slipped myself into Jacob's twin sized bed and he cuddled against me. For the first time today, I felt safe and comfortable. All my worries of Victoria coming to kill me faded away.

"You okay?" He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Wait, no, dumb question."

"No," I sighed, "A vampire wants me dead and I saw you die. So no, I'm not okay."

"But I'm here, right? And it's all thanks to you."

"You were gone, and it didn't work, and it was—I can't even explain how I felt."

"Hey, don't think about that, I'm here." He lifted his head up and kissed me on my cheek. I turned my head around and his lips pressed against mine.

"And as for Victoria, she won't ever hurt you. We'll be together every second of the day, nothing will happen to you. I swear."

"I love you." My voice cracked, still having the mental picture of Jacob's dead body permanently buried into my mind.

"I love you too." He pecked me on the lips again. A smile faintly raised on my lips. I turned away from Jacob and closed my eyes, feeling him press up against my head. He draped his good arm over me, making it feel like I had a security blanket wrapped over me. We both quickly fell asleep, still many things on our mind.

It was early sunset, or late daybreak, i couldn't tell. The lowly hung sun was glimmering so bright the sky looked eerily white. Behind me, you could see different shades of white, light yellow, and gold blend together to form the sky. If you'd look far enough, you could see starbursts from staring at the golden sun that sat along the horizon. Every step my feet took was uncomfortable and unknown. Nearby, an owl hooted in a bare tree. It was then I realized I wasn't in Forks anymore. I was walking in a desert—similar to those I've seen in New Mexico or California. There was no way I was still in Forks, let alone Washington State. I was somewhere in the mid-west, and I wasn't so sure how or when I got here. The hard and dry desert dirt under my black pumps was plastered to the ground. Looking behind me, wondering where the owl had come from, I could see its silhouette in a bare desert tree far off my path; tumbleweeds and dead brush stayed by the their trunks. The bright sun blinded by eyes. Dry prickly bushes brushed against my bare legs. Looking down, I came across that I was wearing a simply black short-sleeved dress that stopped a few inches after my thigh. Was this even in my closet? As I walked on in the bizarre setting of the bared land, three scenes flashed before my vision. It was like three quick scenes playing out like a movie: one was of two hands clasped together, the other was of a dark red color, and the last one was a pair of hands pushing down on tanned skin. As quickly as the three scenes popped into my vision, they left. The weirder thing was—I didn't seem to care. My legs kept walking forward. It was as if my body was being pulled towards something. My feet stopped when my eyes laid sight on a Preacher, with five men behind him dressed in black hoodies and black jeans. I wasn't able to see who the five men were; the hoods shadowed their faces. The preacher stood beside an open hole, eyes closed and giving motions with one of his hands. Clasped in one hand was a small bible, and he was mouthing the words. My feet took two more steps towards the rectangular hole in the ground. Beside it, was a pile of dirt and rocks, and a dirty shovel. Two more scenes reeled before my eyes—a red liquid dropping on a surface and a familiar silver locket behind clung to by a hand. My eyes wandered down into the hole, it was buried ten or more feet into the ground But there was something else in this hole that didn't make it an ordinary random hole. Inside, was a wooden casket. This hole was an open grave. And the preacher was delivering a eulogy.

I looked up to the old preacher, his white scraggily hair and beard barely moving in the slight breeze. His hand motions didn't dare to stop, but the hoods of the five men behind him were taken down.

"Sam?" I recognized, but no words came out of my mouth. I couldn't talk. My vision blacked out and all I could see was a fire, then bright red iris' staring into me. Once my sight was back, I noticed something beside the grave—a gravestone. Etched in the stone was the name 'Jacob Black'. On the next line it, it read '1993-2011' and on the next, 'In loving memory of a perfect son, friend, boyfriend, and brother'. This wasn't any ordinary grave…this was Jacobs grave. My eyes gawked from Sam, to the preacher, to the headstone, and lastly to the casket. More of these visions kept coming. The first one was an underwater scene, it was just of water moving. That was all I could see. Then the scene switched so it wasn't possible I was underwater, all my eyes could see was the flicker of red and orange flames. The scene disappeared. The depressing grave just filled my sight. Before I knew what I was doing, I felt my legs back up, I couldn't control them, but I knew I couldn't stay here. My legs began running as fast as they could, pushing me away from the dreaded sight of Jacob's deathbed. Every time I turned around to see how far away I was getting from Sam and the grave, uncanny scenes flashed before my eyes.

A door slowly closing, locking out all light that came into an unknown room, a headshot of a hooded figure in front of a fire, and a locket dropping into water.

My legs drove faster, my high heels finally caught in the ground. I tumbled down and landed on the floor, my hands bracing my fall on the hard dirt. As I hit the floor with a thump, of course, more scenes came across my mind.

Red eyes, a hand brushing against the dead tweeds that were once bushes, they burst into flames, Jacob's headstone, and lastly a hand, my hand, placing a red rose on some dirt filled grave.

What were these dreams? The past, the present, the future?

My eyes readjusted to the setting in front of me, all the brush was on fire. I was surrounded, trapped in a fiery ring. My right arm, propped under my head, stuck out. It could feel the heat from the fire. My eyes glanced up, seeing Jacob next to me, His body was in opposite with mine, faced the other way. But his head was at level with my own, and our eyes locked. We didn't speak; we weren't able to. We stared at each other. Four more scenes went before my eyes. The first one was of the hooded figure from before, the fire masked as the background for it. The face looked up and slid off the hood from its head, and the figure was…me. The next thing I saw was myself running and turning around in slow motion. It was something you would see in the movies. The setting switched to me in a dark motel room. I was sitting on a bed and my hands were faced palm out. A fire started rising from the palms. The last thing that played before my eyes was another scene of me. I was lying down in the same position I was in now, but this time, there was a gravestone behind me. And the gravestone was for me.

My eyes shot open and my heart jumped at an excessively unhealthy beat. I was back in bed with Jacob, in his house. That was all a dream, a trippy, scary, unimaginable nightmare. Jacob's arm was still wrapped around me, telling me that I was still safe. He was still alive, I could feel him breathing, a sign that his heart was still very well breathing. My mouth was parched, I needed to get up and get water. Maybe some tea would help calm down my nerves, anything really. Slowly lifting Jacob's arm off of me, I swung my legs over the side of his bed and looked at the clock. It was one-thirteen AM; I'd only been sleeping for a little more than two hours. The bed squeaked under me as I got up, but thankfully it didn't wake Jacob. I tiptoed out of the room and into the hallway. The wooden floors creaked beneath my feet. In the living room, I could hear the door squeak and quietly shut, the locks coming together.

"Sam?" I called, stopping in my tracks. Was this a bad dream? Maybe it was a dream inside a dream. Great, another one. I walked into the living room to find it untouched and nobody in it. The wind outside hit the door, causing me to jump. It was windy, that was all. Behind me, the floors creak. Jacob must have gotten up. I turned around to ask what he was doing out of bed, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I closed it immediately. My eyes widened in fear. He wasn't there, but Charlotte was. A gasp escaped my mouth, my heart racing.

"Hello, Ariana." She immediately said, with a sickening smile glued to her red lips.

"Goodbye, Ariana." A voice said from behind me, making me turn on my heel. Victoria. Before my brain could signal to my feet to run or to call Jacob for help, Victoria used her vampire strength and slapped my face, sending me to the floor. I shrieked, my head hit the wooden floor with a loud bang and my vision slowly clouded over and turned black.