Ok, sorry everyone. I had to replace this chapter for several reasons. It was late at night after a vacation so you can probably imagine the reasons. Anyway, Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Twilight, so you can't sue!
Everything seemed to freeze the instant those words left his mouth. Edward became completely still, a perfect marble statue. His eyes took on a glassy look as he stared blankly off into a great abyss only known to him. I knew Carlisle's words were ringing in his head just like they were in mine. "It's too late, It's too late, too late, too late…………"
Before the complete meaning of his words could him me, it came again. A yelp of pain and rage filled the room. It sounded familiar but just strange enough for me not to comprehend its owner.
I had to know the source of the pain, the agony that gripped its prisoner so tightly. There was no possible way such pain could be produced by physically; no it had to be mental. Had I brought this about? Was it my fault?
Slowly, I turned my head towards the source. A bolt of lightning shot through my body and I whimpered. I couldn't make sense of which injury was which, the broken bones or the fire. I didn't matter; they were one, a blur of pain.
Edward snapped out of his daze and put a hand gently under my back and pulled my limp form into a sitting position. His cool breath felt good against my neck as I leaned against him. I could feel his intense gaze but was too captivated with the current situation to do anything but stare the spectacle before me.
In the darkest corner of the room, his figure almost completely indiscernible in the shadows stood Jacob Black. Fury and agony seemed to roll over him in waves. His hands curled into fists at his sides. Blood was oozing from where his fingernails had cut into his skin. Each wave seemed to shake him to his core and as time wore on, the waves seemed to be coming faster. Soon enough he was vibrating like a tuning fork.
At seeing the figure not ten feet from Jacob my stomach gave a lurch. If only Jacob knew how dangerous it was to be here with James. He would be killed! However, the vicious vampire was reacting in a completely different way than anyone would have thought. Fear clouded his face and for a second I thought I saw something close to recognition. This confused me further. Nothing made sense past the pain.
I felt Edward's arms beginning to lift me up. Suddenly I knew something was horribly wrong. We were almost to the door when the scene took on a new and terrifying persona.
Fur exploded from all over Jacob's body. It happened so fast I could barely make out his new figure before he charged James. A mass of marble and russet colored fur tumbled across the floor. Edward was now frozen, no doubt fighting some kind of painful internal battle. He gazed longingly out the door, then looked back at the fight.
With a crash a mass of rusty fur flew into a mirror shattering it. I was finally able to make out the form of a massive wolf. His fur was matted with blood. His eyes held my gaze and captivated me. They were full of pain. Pain beyond imagination and not the physical type. Slowly, he lowered his head down, closed his eyes, let out a low groan, and the then he was completely still.
It happened so fast that I almost didn't see it. Edwards hand shot out and grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck and dragged his limp body along as we bolted out of the door and into one of the two cars waiting outside.
Alice was in the front seat, looking worried and the surprised when she saw Jacob. I thought I heard her say something like "Stupid, useless dog", but it could have been my imagination, for that was when I let go and deep into the agonizing depths of the pain.