Hey!

TheGreekGoddess here. The idea for this story came when I was doing one thing - eating a bowl of ice cream.

I was just sitting at my table, eating some Ben&Jerry's Half-Baked ice cream, when I got the idea to write a Nessie/Jacob story. I figured, "Hey, why the hell not?"

So I'm currently sitting here, with my laptop, writing this. :) Awesome.

Well, this is Bleeding Love, which was inspired to me from the song Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis. It's a pretty good song, and I recommend listening.

Lots of son titles will be used as chapter titles, mostly because I can always find a song to match my chapter. That, and music is my life. Literally. I couldn't survive without it.

T.V? Go ahead, take it. Cell? Yeah, sure. Music? I will kill thee.

But right now, I'd love for you to read. :D

Warning: Very AU, characters OOC (because there is no way I could duplicate SM), and more importantly, there will be OC's in here. Because what story is complete without adding an OC or two?

That's right, none of 'em. :)

Nessie-

I was running, gaining and losing speed as I slowed down and sped up. I'd been running for a good 3 days now, and I had to keep running. For Mom. Dad. Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett, Aunt Rose and Aunty Alice.

For Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle.

For Jacob.

My Jacob.

I reached a riverbank, underneath a towering fir tree, watching sadly as all the fish scattered. Even if I wasn't a full vampire, animals still knew to get away sometimes.

I had stopped to catch my breath. Even if I was fast, I wasn't that fast. It took a lot out of me to run too far.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the water; I looked horrible. My face was grimy and had a thin layer of dirt, and my eyes were slightly darker than normal.

Even worst, I looked like I hadn't bathed in weeks. Gross.

I splashed some water on my face; it felt so good I splashed some more on my arms. I continued, splashing the cool water on my neck, even dripping some on my forehead.

Until I heard the rustle of leaves.

I spun around, my back to the tree, scanning the woods for an intruder, anyone. But I saw nothing. And then there was a soft creak above me.

"I've got you now, sweetheart." the voice over me said. Suddenly I was on the ground, arms pinned behind my back; cold hands encircled my wrists.

I was caught.

His breathe was on the nape of my neck; his hair gently swept over my cheek as he turned his head to check the woods.

"Hmm, you know, I was thinking you were running to me. Will you do it? Help me? I might just let you live. Hey, maybe even your mother."

My breath caught in my throat as he spoke.

My mom. He had my mom.

His hand traced soft circles on the back of my neck, and I shivered from the cold of his skin pressed against me. I was used to it, but not anything like this.

He flipped me, on my back, to face him and I found myself staring into his dark, red eyes. His lips twitched into a smile, and he sighed, like he was content.

"Renesmee...so pretty." he said, thumbing lightly over my cheek. His freezing hands nearly made me crawl out of my skin.

I was standing up, but my back was to him again. He was placing small kisses up and down my shoulder, my collarbone. He flipped my hair to my right shoulder and I felt his lips on my neck.

A slight pain made me jump in surprise.

"Of first light, sweet dawn breaks. And no other would I take. For she is my lover, my queen, my sunshine. I am hers and she is mine."

That poem...where had I heard it, I knew one of those lines...and no other would I take...First Light.

"It was you." I said, and I was surprised to hear my own voice. It sounded defeated, done. Deflated. I felt him nod against me.

All along, it was him. He had been in plain sight. We had searched, looked, for nothing.I had hurt and cried for nothing.

The answer had been in front of me all along.

But I had missed it.

It had all started with that stupid poem. How had I not figured out? It was obvious.

My family had died for nothing.

That thought alone made me mad. My family had died. Because of me.

Me.

It was my fault. Mine.

Mine.

His tongue danced on my cheek, and I jerked loosely away. My body was pressed closer to him, and I heard his rough voice in my ear.

"Feisty. Nice. I like them fiery."

The anger surged up, bubbling over the surface of the pot which I had been trying so hard to keep it in. "You bastard! You killed them for nothing! Nothing!"

I struggled as I spoke, fighting to stop this monster who had destroyed what I once had.

"Ah, but it wasn't for nothing. I have you. You have me. We have each other. But more importantly, Renesmee, I need you to answer. Do you accept?"

"Go to hell." I snarled, trying to move, get away, anything to have some space between us. My anger ebbed away at the next words he spoke.

"Ah ah ah, we're not done Renesmee." his voice was dangerously low.

I felt a sharp pain spring forth in my neck. Hot, searing pain, like it was burning me. I wanted to put water on it, anything to extinguish the flame.

But it was getting hotter.

I felt the heat blaze as it rose to help scorch me.

I felt it flare up as it burned iside me.

I felt the pain, the ache, of fire. Heat.

And I let out a piercing scream into the night.

So? How did I do?

This just a prologue, so I'll post more. IF people review. So review please!

LUV, TheGreekGoddess XD