I do not own Twilight or anything else like it!! But wouldn't that be awesome!?

I wrote this cause I am a super Jacob Black fan and I felt like he deserved a chance at love. But don't worry, it's not with Bella cause I think Edward rocks too!

So here ya go!

Enjoy!!

Jacob's POV:

I pushed my legs harder, forcing myself to keep going. The adrenaline rush I had felt earlier was wearing off now, and I was growing more and more tired. The thick trees and underbrush swept past me. I couldn't see it; all I saw was a brilliant blur of green.

I was moving at a speed so fast I knew I couldn't be seen, a passerby would see nothing, would only feel the wind sweep past them. I had no idea how long I'd been running like this.

I didn't care. I'd decided none of it mattered anymore. I was giving up on Bella. Giving up on trying to win the impossible battle of keeping her alive—keeping her human. It was over now. She was definatly becoming one of them.

A filthy bloodsucker. That was what she wanted, and if choosing that life—the life of an undying monster—at least maybe she would be happy. Though I had no idea how.

He would take care of her; he had reinforced that in the letter he'd sent—with the wedding invitation. I couldn't believe that they had sent me one—especially him, he could read my mind and know how much I hated it.

But how could Bella ever think that I'd want to witness her wedding when I knew what would come after, I knew that he would be changing her. I shuddered at the thought of seeing her there, amazingly beautiful in her wedding dress, being officially taken from me by the mortal enemy of my kind.

I could jump off a cliff and probably heal in a few hours, but witnessing that—that would definatly kill me. I would lose my mind.

That was why I loved being in my wolf form. Everything was so much easier. I didn't have to worry about all the hell I was going through. I didn't have to feel the pain that consumed my life. I didn't have to feel anything, just the wind blowing in my face. I could just push it all away and focus only on the simple goal of going faster.

I looked up at the sky, half obscured by the thick canopy of leafy trees. I could see the sun was moving slowly westward—evening was approaching. I sighed inwardly and changed directions—towards the nearest road, only a mile away. I had to figure out where I was at.

When I reached the edge of the protection of the trees, I changed back to my human form. The transformation came so easy now, I barely even thought about it anymore.

Wearing only a pair of tattered blue jeans, I walked quickly out of the forest and onto the little-used gravel back road. I stared around slowly, looking for something to give me an idea of where I was located. I finally noticed a road sign (out of the range of vision of a normal human) about half a mile away that told me I was in Olympic National Park.

I'd made good time. I would be out of Washington by tomorrow. Maybe I'd look for another pack—somewhere far away. But where there's a pack, there's always more bloodsuckers and I wanted nothing more to do with them.

I turned back toward the inviting forest, ready to spring back into my wolf form. Staying human to long brought back the pain I was continually running from, and I was already feeling too much.

I saw the little Honda Civic zoom around the corner, coming straight towards me. I saw it, but my troubled mind didn't seem to comprehend what was happening and react in time. The little car hit me with enough force to seriously injure a normal person.

It merely knocked the breath out of me as I was thrust backward a few feet and landed hard on the gritty road. The driver slammed on the brakes, cut the engine, and jumped out of the little—now dented—blue car.

"Oh my God!" a female voice yelled as she ran to my side.

"Oh crap! Are you ok? I'm so sorry! I promise you are the only person I've ever ran over." she babbled on and on.

"Uh, that sounds awful! I can't believe I ran someone over! Come on, I'll drive you to the hospital!"

I decided to shut her up.

"I'm fine." I said standing up, my eyes snapping open. I stared out at the forest, I didn't want to look at her, I just wanted to leave this state of mind.

"But, I was going 65 mph! How can you just walk away from that?"

My patience was running thin. She was causing me to remain human, and I didn't know how much longer I could take it. My hands began to tremble, slowly at first but becoming more rapid by the second. Soon my body was quivering in short tremors.

Breath. I thought. Calm down. I inhaled slowly, held the breath for a second, and exhaled through my mouth. The trembling subsided, but the emotions were still there. I had to leave. To go back to running away from my pitiful excuse of an existence.

"Well?" the annoying voice that I'd temporarily forgotten was there roused me from my thoughts.

I'd had enough.

"I told you, I'm fine!" I practically shouted spinning around to glare at her, my annoyance.

The moment I locked eyes with her, it was as though the earth shifted beneath my bare feet. I stumbled back, as though she had slapped me, eyes wide, my heart beating erratically.

Somehow, though I had never experienced it before, I knew immediately what had happened. I'd seen it three times now, though through others point of view. I'd witnessed it through the minds of my fellow pack members.

I'd imprinted.

Seeing it was nothing compared to being there having it happen to you. I had in no way—ever—felt this way,—not even with Bella. This was completely different from anything I had ever experienced in my life.

It was as though a lost part of me—my other half—had suddenly been thrust in front of my eyes. I knew then that I could not live without her. I had thought that about Bella a million times, thought that she was the only one for me.

But now I realized that I was wrong. There was someone out there for me. She was right here staring at me, a confused expression on her beautiful face.

She had the face of an angel—soft and delicate. Her skin was snowy white porcelain, a deep contrast to the midnight black hair that waved gently to the small of her back. She was thin and of medium height—maybe 5'4. Her bright, navy blue eyes stared up into my brown ones.

"Umm, I have to go to work… Bye." she said hurt and shocked by the way I was acting. She probably thought I was a crazy, bipolar asshole. I continued to gape stupidly at her and she turned and walked toward her car.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I'm kinda out of it." I said, scrambling for something to say. "But that's not a good excuse for being a jerk."

I felt like an idiot. I'd just blown up in her face, and she had done nothing more than worry for me. Now I was trying to be all buddy-buddy. I felt sorry for her, she had to be almost as confused as I was. It was

almost unfathomable to me how moments ago I was mourning Bella as though she were dead, and now I had to force myself to think about her. Bella seemed like a silly childhood crush compared to what I felt for…umm…

I realized then that I didn't even know her name.

"I'm Jacob, by the way." I called after her, hoping she would return the favor.

"Kaylee." she said in an irritated voice, staring straight ahead, as she continued to walk to her car.

About a million things I wanted to say to her ran through my head, making it impossible to focus on just one.

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, how much I adored her. I yearned to explain the incomprehensible event that I had just experienced; though she could never, in a million years, understand what I had went through in a matter of seconds.

All these things I desperately wanted to confide to her, but I knew I couldn't. Not only because she would have me taken to an asylum, but because I could never, ever, put those intense feelings into words.

So I resolved by standing there, like an idiot, watching her drive away. I felt as if a part of me (my heart, maybe) was wrenched from my body the minute the little Honda Civic had passed beyond the curve of the trees and out of sight.

I felt the wave of emotion from this morning wash over me again. Only this time was so much worse. I couldn't understand why, immediately following my discovery, the best part of my sucky life was yanked away from me.

I wished for a brief moment that I didn't have the inhuman ability to heal so quickly and the blow from the car would have killed me. But then I realized that I would rather die knowing I had found her than grieving someone who could never love me enough.

So I took one last look at the place where she had disappeared, and leapt back into the dark, inviting trees, using the thoughtless running as a drug, to numb the pain.

O.k. This is my first ever fanfiction chapter so please give me some reviews!! It may be a while before I can get the next chapter done, but I'll try to post it as soon as possible!!

ByE!!