My nightmare had manifested before me in a matter of seconds; and yet I felt nothing. Victoria. I had expected myself hyperventilating, going into shock, or even screaming. But instead, I felt oddly detached. Like this wasn't my life at stake, but a movie where you already know the heroine survives. She came closer, breathing in my scent while her eyes searched mine, looking for something. Fear perhaps, but I felt nothing like that. If anything, I felt relief that she found me and will get the revenge she thought was fair. I just stood there; sure there was no justice in the world. I finally find happiness and release my desperate grasp on the remains of my one-sided love for Edward, and now I will be killed for it. I wouldn't even get the chance to say goodbye to Jacob. My Jacob. I compared the thought of leaving Edward to the thought of leaving Jake. My heart rippled painfully at the notion of the second, but was still for the first.
Victoria smiled slowly, a curious look in her eyes. "Bella, you have no idea what I went through to get to here. To your death." She said the last remark with menace, as if to gauge my reaction. I thought of my Jake. I wished he could hear my heart crying out for him as my killer circled me, eyeing me like a sculpture in a museum, then smiled and crouched directly in front of me. I cringed at the painful, frightening memory those deliberately slow movements brought up. She smiled a bitter smile. "I have waited so long for this." She murmured.
I was shielding my face with my hands and was expecting an impact. Instead, I looked up to see her looking at the forest some fifty feet away us in a mix of awe and terror. I looked to my right, and there he was. My Savior, my Jacob, my love.