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Blind – Silverchair

Do You Want Me – Hilary Duff

Miracle – Paramore

Remember to Breathe – Amy Pearson

The Beautiful Lie – Evermore

The Only One I See – Evermore

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Chapter Seven: Fairytale

The little mutt was not happy.

I mean, he was practically growling at me – unphased, the coward didn't want to face me in a wolf form – and he had been giving me death glares for the past five minutes. Sheesh, cub, anger management much?

Sam called the pack to order. "That's enough, everyone." Four expectant faces turned to face the Alpha.

He stared into our faces each for several moments before he began. "As we are all aware, two very unexpected things have happened today, though one is not as drastic as the other."

He paused. "The first of which is Jared's imprint. You all know her, Bella Swan."

Jacob took that moment to mutter a volley of curses at me.

"Right back at you, cub." I muttered at him.

Sam glanced meaningfully at Jacob and I before continuing. "Obviously, this is causing problems between us, so we need to work through this." He turned to Jacob. "Since Bella is Jared's imprint, it would be unadvisable for you to attempt a relationship with Bella. We do not want a split in the pack."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "She doesn't even feel anything for him. Her best friend-"

"And that's all you're going to be." Sam interrupted.

Jacob scowled, unable to go against the Alpha's command. I hoped to God that he wouldn't try to find a way around his order like he had last time.

Sam continued. "And the other issue is the one that the rest of us… came across this morning." His voice lowered. "Harry was a elder and a great friend to all of us, and it is going to be hard to deal with the loss."

He trailed off, lost in thought.

He shook his head. "That is all."

With that, the Alpha walked out of the room.

Emily's and Sam's house was unrecognisably quiet tonight.

Jacob had gone home, probably to comfort his dad. I didn't blame him, but I wasn't upset to see him go. The little dog was really starting to annoy me.

After the meeting, and before dinner, Sam and I had discussed what I was to do about my imprint. I hadn't seen Bella since the morning, and I was anxious to see her again, but Sam was hesitant. Bella, my Bella, didn't know that I was destined to be with her, and was still getting over the stupid leech. A boyfriend, especially a werewolf boyfriend, wasn't a big thing on her agenda.

In the end, we'd decided that I would gradually get close to her, small steps at a time, until it would be safe to tell her. From there, who knows.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Though Jacob wasn't much of a main contributor to the noise, it was easy to notice his missing presence.

Paul and Sam were quietly discussing who would phase first – Quill Ateara, or Seth Clearwater. Both of them had begun the tell-tale growth spurt that would quickly transform them into tall and muscular bulk that we all were.

Emily lingered in the kitchen, humming to herself quietly as she washed up. We had tried offering to help with the household chores, but she'd refused our help. She was nice like that.

I sat opposite Sam and Paul, contemplating.

I wanted to see my Bella so badly right now that it hurt. Jacob, the little mutt, had stopped by her house and had a call from her.

I wished I could tell Bella everything now, confess my feelings in a way. Yet, this wasn't a fairytale. She wouldn't cry with tears of joy and laugh as I swept her off her feet. She'd look at me like I was crazy and tell me to get lost and never come back.

That's the thing about fairytales. They're tales, untrue.

Yet, I still wanted to see Bella, even if that meant hiding outside her house all night. I just needed to know that she was safe and happy.

I grimaced internally. My Bella was hurt badly still, especially after today. There was little chance that she was happy.

I couldn't take this. The quiet of the house was killing me.

"I'm going," I muttered, already out the door.

Bella was asleep when I reached her house.

I could hear her quiet, even breaths from below her window. I was glad. She deserved a good night's sleep, especially after today.

I turned to leave – after all, there was nothing I could do here except worry about her – when I heard her speak.

"Jacob…" she said, and I heard her roll over.

I was angry now. Why would she say the mutt's name in her sleep? Was she dreaming about him? Would I get a mention?

And then, she said another series of names. I heard Jacob's again, then the leech, someone called Angela, and then, so quietly I wasn't sure if I heard right, me.

"Jared," she said simply.

My heart exploded with happiness.

Without even realising, I was suddenly in her room, sitting in the rocking chair opposite her bed, watching her.

Bella was beautiful, even in her sleep. And, ironically, she said more when she was asleep than when she was awake.

After the names, there were a few mumbled words that I didn't understand, then some more random sentences.

It's too green.

Jacob, my Jacob.

Harry, gone.

I lost him.

It's the last day on earth.

They all made no sense, to me at least. I'd never talked in my sleep, or seen anyone else. But, from what I heard from Bella, this was all her subconscious thoughts coming up to the surface and escaping.

I wanted her to say my name again, so badly it hurt. Didn't I deserve another mention, or was it only Jacob that she thought of?

She rolled over again, mumbling indistinctively.

"Jacob… help me," she called out, slightly louder than before. "Victoria… no… she's dead… Jacob…"

I didn't have the slightest clue who Victoria was, or how Bella knew her.

"Edward," she called, urgently, the same tone as before. I growled lowly. "Edward… no… come back… I love you…"

It was so hard to keep myself from phrasing right then. The unbelievable hate I felt towards the bloodsucker was enough to have me vibrating and shaking with rage. I tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths. That was the closest I'd come to loosing control in a very long time. It'd didn't feel good.

I had to get away from Bella, for her own safety. I was a mess right now.

I turned back to the window, pausing to take a sweeping glance at Bella. She was quiet now, peaceful.

"Bye, my Bella." I whispered.

She didn't stir.

I sighed and jumped out the window.

Fairytale or not, I needed to do something, and fast.

My Bella was slipping away from me, and I wasn't sure if I could bring her back.

Yet… was I her Prince Charming? Cinderella's and the Prince's roles were reversed? What if the Prince was in love with Cinderella, but she barely knew he existed. Or, worse, what if Jacob was her Prince Charming, and I was just one of those unnamed, background characters?

No. I couldn't be. I refused. Bella, even if she didn't realise it, was destined to be with me. My Cinderella.

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