Jacob stared, dumbstruck.
"No," He heard someone whisper. It was a pathetic sound, quiet and torn.
It took him a moment to realize it was his own voice.
He turned away from her, horror washing down his back.
Several vampires dragged her in, expressionless.
They didn't care,
No one cared.
Who could save her now?
Sara didn't look surprised. She looked calm, and expecting.
But when her eyes met his, she turned away.
Jacob knew she knew.
He turned to Breanna, who had never looked so cruel.
"Please," He shook his head, black hair falling into his eyes. He could only use one thing now- her attachment to him. "I'll do anything- just don't hurt her."
Breanna gazed back, unsympathetic. "I want you."
"I…want you too." He lied, wincing, "Just please…don't hurt her."
"It'll be very quick," She promised, "She won't feel a thing."
His dark eyes glimmered in unshed tears. He refused to cry, but he couldn't restrain the water from gathering in his eyes.
"You don't understand," He whispered, "I can't go through this…again."
"Again?" She leaned forward, curious.
He had her distracted. Sara wasn't dead yet. Jacob almost exclaimed in relief.
He refrained himself anyway.
"I fell in love with Bella Swan." He spoke softly, his voice low and dark. "She…we would have been perfect. But, I couldn't compare- to…"
"Who?" Breanna prompted softly, watching his pained expression in a pain of her own. It hurt her to see him in torment.
"Cullen."
"The intruders?" She asked in surprise, something clicking together behind those long lashes.
He shook his head, "Bella's lover. He was one of those bloodsuckers too."
Breanna waited.
"He replaced me further than I could compare to."
Breanna's gaze softened. "She was an idiot, Jacob, to choose him."
Jacob frowned, turning away. His gazed locked with Sara's. For the first time, she looked afraid.
"Help me," Her eyes whispered.
Jacob turned back to Breanna.
"Then, there was…Cate." Her image floated before him, and he was taken off guard by the sudden rush of the ripping sensation down his chest. He wanted her now, to help him.
"Not your daughter," Breanna nodded, she knew this part. They'd done a bit of research on his past after all.
"No. Cate was…she claimed me even more strongly than Bella. Bella's lover killed her. I will kill him one day for that," Jacob murmured, "He took away both of them."
Breanna's gaze was happy, almost ecstatic. "Then we have all the more reason to kill them."
Jacob's dark gaze met hers. "I will do it alone."
Her expression dampened considerably. "Mmm."
"Then, there was Roxy. Who I refused to love, but my emotions twisted around my will."
Breanna shrugged. She was simply part of their plan.
"I will always resent her for that. It caused me more conflict than anyone should have in their entire life."
Breanna pursed her lips.
"Then, there is Sara. She in a way, is similar to Roxy. I didn't want to love her, but I ended up loving her anyway. She was my sunshine while I was trapped here."
He didn't realize the similarity of his relationship with Bella to Sara's with him.
Breanna paused, and he wished, with all of his strength, to alter her descision.
"I can't share you," She hesitated.
"I don't even have to see her," He amended hurriedly, "You can send her out of this city- and I'll never see her again. I'll never search. Just…please, preserve her life. For me." He added for good measure.
She gazed back at him.
"A heart can't share, Jacob. When it is claimed by one, the other is left suspended."
"I can learn," Jacob said helplessly.
"No," Her blood red eyes flickered over Sara, "Not this time."
"NO!" He shouted, knowing he'd already lost the battle.
She looked at him apologetically, eyes soft with sympathy. It was then Jacob knew he would lose Sara.
And this time, he really would die.
He howled, tearing forward. He flew for Sara, transitioning in mid air. Two vampires sprang for him. He locked in a ferocious battle. He tore at their necks, and they sliced at him, several more appearing every second to restrain him.
Breanna was only two steps away from her.
They forced him to the ground, their cold, cold finger tips pressing down on all sides. He threw back his head, roaring.
Breanna's hand stretched forward. Sara turned her face away. She'd sensed someone would die in this mess. Now, she knew who.
Breanna's pale fingers brushed her neck.
Jacob screamed.