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Jacob's Point of View

I wasn't sure if I had gotten rusty, but it was concerning me how these vampires I'm having to chase down are able to keep distance ahead of me. The glow of the sun was now completely obscured by the coming storm clouds now I had seen earlier, and I had completely lost track of how long I had been pursuing Raymond. Every so often, I'd catch a glimpse of him within the mountain range, but with only his scent to go by, I grew more fearful he would be able to evade me here.

Passing by me was probably the largest peak I'd ever seen, Mt. Rainier, if I remember correctly, and directly ahead was one of the more odder-shaped mountains. I was getting distressed now as the scent I was picking up was starting to fade, and keeping sight of him proved nearly impossible. Keeping in mind the surrounding human populations, I redoubled my efforts to speed myself up, but I could begin to feel fatigue set in.

Closer and closer I got, following Raymond to the base of this mountain. His scent seemed to follow up the mountain, but it was still growing fainter, closer to the point of nonexistence now. My feelings told me he was still here, though, and I kept in mind that if he hadn't fed since Jasican last forced blood down him a week ago. He would be hungry, willing to feed off any human he could encounter once he shakes me off, and he'll regain enough strength to try to combat me and make it back to the Volturi, two things I would not allow.

I managed to climb a couple thousand feet upwards along the slopes, but the way this mountain was shaped, there were far more jagged and rugged areas around here than I would normally find. It was almost as if the summit had been completely blown off at one point, leaving a massive area of devastation in it's wake. I had no time to think about it, as I now began searching around the mountain for Raymond. Twice, I nearly feel down as I tried to traverse narrow pathways against near-vertical rock walls, and the size of my wolf body was working against me, it seemed.

The darkness of the clouds had engulfed the sky at this point, and rain would begin to fall soon at this altitude, washing away all traces of Raymond's scent and losing my only chance at catching him. Higher and higher I went, but to no avail, I hadn't found him. Panic was now setting in, and I began to grow desperate in finding him.

Suddenly, I caught a straight, new scent. It seemed familiar, but I wasn't entirely sure where or who was emitting it. I had no time to think, as I heard a noise behind me and I saw Jasican coming towards me, knocking off a few rocks as he jumped down to meet me. I shifted back to human form to meet him, but before I managed to say anything, he motioned for me to stay quiet and he met up next to me.

"Zoe called and told me what was going on," he whispered to me. "I got here as fast as I could."

"Can you pick up his scent?" I asked, finding it a bit strange he wasn't using his telepathy to communicate with me.

"Nah, I think he's blocking it with something," Jasican stated. "I only managed to pick up your scent after essentially running into it. I had no idea where you went, could have been up north for all I know."

"I don't think he's left the mountain," I confided to him. "My guess is he's probably gonna find someone to feed off of before either trying to escape, or fight us first."

"Sounds reasonable," he confirmed. "Let's see if we can get to higher elevation, then we can split up from there."

I nodded and stood up again. Before I shifted, I caught whiff of that same scent again, but it seemed to be coming from Jasican. I didn't think he gained an ability to do that, and questions were now flooding my head. A new form of panic began to set in, and I didn't want to entertain those thoughts, cause it just sounded plain crazy.

"Something wrong?" Jasican looked at me, concerned.

"Sorry, I've been running nonstop for a while now," I told him, which wasn't far from the truth. "The fatigue is a bit more concentrated in human form, so I need a moment before I can shift again."

"Just try to breathe, and relax," he advised me, turning his back to me. I nodded, but there wasn't any way I was going to relax here. Something was wrong, really wrong, so I decided to take the leap forward and ask, "So is Micah and Brett taking over for your negotiations?"

"Brett is," he confirmed, "but I didn't exactly have enough time to stay and chat."

"Hmm," I said, struggling to keep my composure now. "Funny you should mention him, because the last time I saw Brett, he was back at the palace while you were gone with Micah and Lydia."

"Troublesome," a new voice appeared, and the last thing I remembered was seeing Jasican's contorted face right next to mine, his arm speared right through my stomach, my own blood covering his arm, and pain beyond anything imaginable coming from the new wound. He retracted his arm and I felt myself falling, knowing no more.

Jasican's Point of View

I tumbled in the air as I grasped my stomach, feeling an enormous amount of pain coming from the area, and I screamed, loud, squeezing my eyes shut. I landed on the ground a second later, rolling over a few times as the pain continued. After a few seconds, the pain had stopped and I realized instantly that it didn't come from an injury I sustained, but from Jacob. I opened my eyes wide in horror and in a flash, was back on my feet, heading past the base of Mt. Rainier and straight for Mt. St. Helens, where my mind had connected the source of the pain.

I pushed myself as hard as my body would allow me, no longer caring about maintaining secrecy amongst the surrounding human population, and started scanning the area for both Raymond and Jacob. I only found the latter, and his ping was faint, really faint, and no sign of Raymond. I figured he hadn't gotten far, but he no longer matter, at least for now. If he had done something, anything to hurt Jacob...

Pure fear, panic, and anger were now engulfing my mind and I pushed hard to meet Jacob. I found trying to calm my mind extremely futile right from the get-go, as I knew whatever Jacob had sustained to cause that kind of pain would be life-threatening. I couldn't keep the thoughts out of my head and I was starting to lose focus the higher I climbed, further and further I went, each second seemed like an eternity.

Finally, I ascended far enough upward and I ran towards a small, narrow trail ahead of me. I emerged to find a large, flat cliff, and just near the halfway point, I found Jacob, lying in a pool of his own blood.

"JACOB!" I screamed, rushing to him. I dropped to my knees next to him and I was in complete shock. Right where I had felt the pain, a large, jagged wound was bleeding profusely from his stomach, and appeared to reemerge opposite from his back. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no," I kept repeating, softly picking up his head. "Jake! Please, speak to me! Open your eyes! ANYTHING!"

"He won't wake."

I scanned behind me, and all I found was a void. I placed Jacob's motionless head back onto the ground and turned to face his assailant, hatred now coursing through me.

"You should have known better than to cross me, young one," Raymond said calmly. "I was hoping your pet would have died with his own kind, and you well under my wing, but in a way, I feel it serves me better, knowing I had done the deed myself."

I growled at him loudly, and he just laughed at me. "Did you really think that you can get away with all that you're doing? Did you really think you had some form of control, a plan, to defeat us? You're wrong."

Shit, he's stalling me. I can still feel Jacob, and I can hear his heartbeat, but both were fading rapidly, and I needed to get back to helping him. But just then, Raymond closed his eyes and his height changed half a second before the rest of his appearance did, and before me was Godric, and my eyes widen in disbelief.

"He really was committed to fighting us," Raymond spoke in Godric's body. "A sad end for one as powerful as him, not being able to accomplish anything before succumbing to his very enemy. One would say it was rather weak, and ironic."

My teeth grit even harder as he continued. "I had wondered why he had taken such an interest in you so much. You know he studied you before he turned you, knowing if you had the traits needed to become his perfect weapon!"

"YOU LIE!" I bellowed, and Raymond laughed again. "Do you really think so? Why else would he have travelled so far from his coven, to a place where vampires would hardly consider inhabiting? You would know better than anyone, living in Southern California all your life, that too much sun and daytime would make the location ill-equipped for a vampire to suitably inhabit.

"I kept close tabs on him, using my magnificent talent to project myself near his location, but he never knew. My images could interact with the physical world, but would leave no trace behind, and you can imagine I was well-received when approached by Aro. In any event, it appeared he thought your time was right, and sent three of his minions to rough you up quite a bit. See, he needed an excuse to turn you, but it doesn't end there. Oh no, my dear boy, it get better.

"See, you can think of me as the evil one, but that's because you've seen only a glimpse of what I'm capable of. Godric likes to think the end justifies the means, while keeping the illusion that he's somehow noble, and fighting for a good cause. But I saw what he did to you that night, after his friends nearly killed you, and I guess I shouldn't haven been so surprised that he decided to experiment on you during your transformation. What, no one told you it was rather unusual that it took five days for you to turn?"

I didn't know how to react. I stood there, essentially frozen, unable to properly think, and I wasn't sure if I could stand to refute his claims. My growth in powers had been unprecedented, from what I was told, and even more so when I learned my newest power mirrored Godric's exactly. It seemed I had no control over my thought processes, as I was actually beginning to contemplate that maybe Godric really did these things...and stole my life.

"The venom he gave you was modified, in an effort to make you the most powerful," Raymond continued, actually inching closer to me. "He felt he perfected it this time, as you can imagine, there were plenty others that he tested on that weren't so successful. Most went mad, and had to be put down immediately. He was so proud to see you were the first to accept his blood properly, and were at least a bit more stable than the rest. I think it's safe to say, however, that no one anticipated you would grow as strong as you have now.

"But it's all inconsequential now. Godric is dead, and while you gave me the slightest bit of delay, it was a simple matter of waiting for the right moment to escape. Sure, I could have left at any time, it would have been easy, but then you threw me in that cursed vault, and I had to find a way out. It took a little while to learn the code, then I wanted to make sure you were away, leaving behind your dog and that stupid bitch, so I wanted to kill them both, and frame one another. Oh, imagining the coven, even more broken and betrayed than before, and you, coming back to discover your lover and Second dead.

"It would have only been a matter of time before I came back, none of you the wiser on who I really was, and work my way to taking over once more, seeing as you would be completely broken. It would have been better if it had worked that way, but I always have a backup. Remember, we always have plans within plans, and you'll never be able to anticipate our movements, especially this."

And in a flash, Raymond morphed his form and he then turned into...me. "I don't get to do this often," I heard my voice coming from Raymond, "but at times, I do like a bit of theatrics, and I must say, your dog was well enough a prime candidate."

All my anger returned in an instant, but nothing compared to what he said next. "It's one thing to deceive someone, but it's another to look at the one you thought you love as they end your life. Oh, you should have seen his eyes, it was glorious. I should almost be thanking you, I mean, it's not often I get to murder someone wearing the face of their lover."

Raymond began laughing again as he returned to his original form, "It's quite the experience, stealing someone else's life, looking upon their face as they see themselves, a foil of their own being, strike them down. To live as anyone you want, however long you want, and the control of each life you wield under you, to be able to ripple your effect and influence, even after you're long gone. You can think what you want, Jasican Allicus, but no matter what happens now, you can leave with the knowledge that no matter what you do, you will never be able to protect the ones you love. I have taken so much from you, even if I wasn't there, and now, I own you!

"NOOOO!" I screamed, and feeling an extreme amount of energy consume me, I launched my arms forward and I expelled a massive wave of transparent-blue energy in a semi-circular arc. The last I saw of Raymond was his smug face as he was consumed, the energy completely vaporizing him, and the remaining energy crashing into the mountain with the force of a large bomb, causing the whole ground to shake and rumble briefly before the calm.

It took a moment to register what had just happened, and within a moment, everything I had just felt seconds before was replaced by the worst, desperate feeling imaginable. I rushed back over to Jacob, nearly sliding next to him, and against my hope, nothing about him improved. His breaths were far and few in between, very shallow, but labored, and his heartbeat nearly nonexistent.

"Fucking hell, you aren't healing," I stated helplessly, seeing his terrible wound unchanging in appearance. I was completely beside myself as the reality set in: Jacob was dying. A sob escaped me, but I quickly brought it in as I once again lifted Jacob's head, cradling it in my hand.

"Jake?" I whispered softly. "Jacob? Please...please don't go. I can't live without you!"

I place my forehead upon his, squeezing my eyes shut in another tearless sob. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Jake. I wasn't fast enough."

I brought my head back and looked at his face. "I need you to hear me, Jake, please. I need you to hear me. I don't know if this is gonna work, in fact, it may push you out of my life faster. Just...just understand, I have to try." I sobbed again and struggled to maintain my composure. "And if I fail, then you're gonna die anyway."

And without another moment to spare, I bared my teeth and brought them to his neck, biting deep into his jugular, but not enough to rip it off. I sped fast to both of his wrists, also biting deep, and brought myself back. I knelt down next to him, hoping against hope my venom would save him. We defied everything up to this point, and with little to go on, it was up to fate now.

I tried to remember, nearly two months ago, the day before Godric was killed by the Volturi. Jacob's life then was also in danger, with no guarantee that he would be alright. I demanded to see Carlisle, knowing he would have answers that could help me. Bella had just taken me to him, and I had remembered Godric was talking to Carlisle, the former excusing himself so that I would be alone with the latter.

I faced Carlisle and said simply, "There's something I have to ask, and I'm not leaving until I get an answer I want."

He placed a book he was holding onto a nearby table and replied, "Of course, Jasican, what can I do for you?"

"Is it possible to turn Jacob into a vampire?"

Carlisle seemed nearly unfazed by that question outwardly, and asked, "Why do you want to know?"

"Okay, I'll admit, I don't know a whole lot about Jacob," I told him. "He told me he doesn't age because of his shifting, but what if he stops? And, he's still able to sustain human injuries."

"Which Jacob is usually able to recover from," Carlisle retorted. "I'm not certain why you're asking this."

I sighed, "I'm only asking all this because I would only try if Jacob was actually dying."

"That's reasonable," he began, "but you have to remember, things don't work the same way for shifters. To them, our venom is poisonous, it doesn't turn them."

"Could it be possible that, because of how Jacob and I are now, that perhaps there's a chance that we could even defy that? That maybe because he's managed to keep this Imprint on me, that maybe I could achieve that."

"I honestly could not give you an answer," Carlisle said simply. "I haven't had much study of shape-shifters, and what little I have is basically what I learned by studying Jacob. I can only theorize that because our genetic makeup differs significantly, is why our venom is rejected by them, and simply acts as a toxin."

After that, he didn't yield any more useful answer. A couple days ago, after I had talked to Eleazar, I sought out Carlisle again and informed him of everything I learned, taking a small break from my all-night search in Godric's office.

"What do you think?" I asked him.

"The answer remains the same, Jasican," Carlisle told me.

"But you know more now," I retorted.

"I know less," he stressed. "It's possible, based on what Eleazar told you that you may be different enough to make some difference, but think about what happens if you did try. Shifters and vampires already differ from humans in chromosomal makeup, but even then, vampire have twenty-five chromosomes, and shifters and vampire-hybrids have twenty-four."

"Can you honestly say you knew enough about Renesmee to know if she was going to come out right or not?" I inquired.

"No, Jasican, we didn't," Carlisle answered, "but that wasn't a planned situation. Just the fact that you have more powers coming to you will not change the outcome of my answer. Even if you turned him, he could have something equivalent to Down Syndrome, and then you'll have something even worse than a dead Jacob. You may not even recognize him; it might be better just to let him go."

I sat down, placing my face in my hands in frustration. "Why? Why can't anything be normal?" I looked back up and continued, "The more I'm thrust into the unknown, the more I fear I'm going to be dragging Jacob down into it and the more I feel I'm going to be responsible for killing him."

Carlisle came over to me and sat down, "You didn't ask for any of this, but even if you and Jacob were 'normal', how much would things really be different? You would still want him to live forever, immune from all disease and injury, from all harm. It's the price we pay when we fall in love with our soulmates, and it's simply how life works. You can't change it."

Those last words resonated in my head the most as I sat next to Jacob's lifeless body. Perhaps he was right, but I didn't think I would have to face the reality of those words. My desperation at a near breaking point, hoping against hope that my venom would at the least heal Jacob and prolong his mortality. I knew, even if it would work, it would take days to take affect. We had defied everything else between shifter/vampire relations, I again ask myself, why not one more?

Not even a moment later, a foul stench had entered my nostrils and my rage instantly spiked. Immediately, I remembered Raymond's words now, and I knew that he used his power, his cursed power, to bring the Quileute shifters again to me. If Raymond has survived, they would have only found Jacob's limp body as I lay dead in a pile of ashes next to him, but now, they get to deal with me. While I never looked back to see who it was, the stench told me enough, and the voice paired with that stench shouted out, "YOU?! What did you do to him?!"

Without acknowledging what he said, I simply brought my head up and said, "I thought I told you if you ever showed your mangy face in front of me again, however accidental, I would kill you, Sam!" I stood up, still with my back facing the pack, but I didn't need to see. I brushed my thoughts over all the surrounding minds, and found at least thirty of them. This didn't phase me in the least, I was powerful, I could take them all effortlessly. I could dominate every mind here and force them all to kill each other, but that wouldn't be fun. I had to get in on the fun personally, and I would take great pleasure in ripping apart Sam, piece by piece.

I heard some of the pack shifting to their wolf forms behind me, all but Sam, who said, "Do you really think a single vampire can stand against us?! We were designed to kill vampires, by the spirits of our ancestors! I've taken down much bigger than you, leech! You're absolutely nothing!"

I smiled as ignored the pathetic words of the leader. Then I started laughing softly as I heard the pack began to shift behind me. My laughing reached climax and along with the now broken mountain, I lost all control.