I am not Stephenie Mayer. I do not own the Twilight saga. This is merely an attempt tp prolong an enjoyable reading experience.

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Jake's POV

My paws thundered through the forest as my nose worked desperately to find her scent. I'd been searching for days and found nothing but the faintest whiff of her and it simply trailed off to nowhere.

You might think that waking up with a chest full of bullets was the most brutally painful thing I'd ever experienced in my life. You would, of course, be wrong. Yes, it was extremely fucking painful, it had taken me three full days to even move again. But this, knowing she was near, knowing she could be in danger and being unable to find her and hold her in my arms and hear her heartbeat, that was the worst pain I had ever felt. That pain made me wish for the bullets.

The only thing that kept me moving, made me eat when I was hungry and drink when I was thirsty and not just curl up and wish for the sweet release of death was the knowledge she was somewhere near, waiting for me to find her.

Memory after memory flashed through my mind, reminding me of her.

A delicious breeze whipped past me from behind, gently billowing my shirt. I closed my eyes and smelled floral notes mingled with the forest and the sea.

"JAKE!!" Nessie's bell-ring voice rang out and I snapped my eyes open to see her moving like a lightning bolt towards me, before I could even crack a smile she was in my arms. I hugged her bony, lanky little body with just enough pressure, I always knew just the right way to hold her – never too rough but never insultingly gentle, Ness liked her bear hugs, or as she called 'em "Wolf Hugs".

I lifted her onto my shoulders and started towards the house, she giggled, placing both her velvet soft palms onto my cheeks, images flashed through my mind: Edward teaching her advanced algebra, Nessie reading the second half of a midsummer night's dream to Bella and then Nessie's pure and glowing delight as she orchestrated the entire Cullen clan to perform it scene for scene (she was definitely the only being on the entire planet who could get Emmett, Jasper, Edward and Carlisle to dress in skin tight leggings with zero complaint).

I hated every minute I had to spend away from her, I felt like I constantly missed things and it hurt me like a knife to the heart every time she showed me something significant that I had missed. I lived to see her perfect little smile, to hear her giggle so hard she gave herself the hiccups, to watch her do those extraordinary things she constantly did with absolutely no warning. But I had responsibilities that I couldn't avoid and I knew when she was old enough to understand she would tell me she expected nothing less of me.

I didn't miss everything though, I'd been there the first time she had played the piano and I was eternally grateful for that.

I'd been sitting by one of the windows in the music room, rain pounded hard on the glass. Nessie had been lying belly down on the floor drawing a perfect replica of Vincent Van Gough's Sunflowers as Edward played a song he often played on the piano, it was some sort of tribute to his love of Bella. Nessie's feet were crossed in the air and her toes wiggled to each individual note Edward played, she was humming a perfect harmony, weaving it through the tune as though it was a well known part of the song that only she could hear.

Suddenly her face became thoughtful and Edward stopped playing, in less than a second he had shifted over on the bench and she was sitting next to him, her delicate little fingers poised over the ebony and ivory keys. A little frown formed on her perfect face and Edward gave her one of his thoughtful looks. Suddenly her fingers were dancing over the keys as she played Clare De Lune better than any concert pianist in the world, I felt my mouth curve up into an ear to ear grin as Edward's jaw dropped open.

Bella walked into the room with her eyes closed, humming along to the melody. It wasn't until Edward crept up behind her and wrapped his arms round her waist that she snapped her eyes open, realising he wasn't the one playing. She gasped as Nessie looked up at her grinning, the little genius didn't even need to look at the keys while she was playing!

Suddenly the room was full of vampires, all eyes on her as though they were watching the most interesting movie ever made. As Nessie drew the performance to a close the room erupted with clapping and cheers – the loudest coming from me, of course.

As I relished that memory, another hit me:

Emmett was sitting in the garden with Ness perched on one of his shoulders. They seemed to be engaged in a game that both of them found equally hilarious. Emmett would gently pull out a bronze ringlet between his thumb and forefinger and when it sprang back into place he would say "Boing!" Nessie would then reciprocate by pulling one of Emmett's small dark curls, "Boing!" she would sing before exploding into giggles causing Emmett's booming laughter to join in with her own. Once the giggles had subsided she would raise a perfect pearlescent hand to Emmett's face to say "again! again!"

Edward and Bella watched from a large ornate bench that Esme had carved out of one single, very large, tree trunk last year, the detail was an exquisite and ornate expanded replica of the pattern on the locket Bella had given Ness on her first Christmas. Having used tools for only the bare minimum of the project, Esme had carved most of the detail using her own fingernails, she was pretty cool like that.

Edward lay on the bench with his feet dangling over the end and his head resting on Bella's lap as she absentmindedly outlined his jawbone with the very tips of her alabaster fingers.

Sunlight threw multicoloured reflections from the vampires diamond skin, I remembered when I had found this site repulsive but it was simply normal now, I could even call it pretty.

I ran harder, widening my search area. I would find her or I would die trying. I had no idea where the fuck this place was. There was some sort of half ruined city in the distance but something had told me she wasn't there. I'd been searching this massive, sprawling forest for days, taking in weird scents of plants I'd never seen before that bloomed under a sun that seemed a little more orangey than the one I remembered.

Again, my mind assaulted me with memories of her ethereal face. I called up the last one I had of her, hoping to see something I hadn't the last hundred times I had replayed it in my head.

"I smell forest" She told me as her eyelashes fluttered against my fingers.

"Smell all you want" I told her "Just don't peek."

She huffed a little but I could feel her face pulling up into a smile and I could hear her heart thumping in excitement.

"Ready?" I asked nervously

"As I'll ever be."

I gingerly removed my hands from her eyes and she gasped.

"Oh Jake it's beautiful! Did you build this yourself?"

"With my own two hands."

She stared in wonder at the little one bedroom cabin I had built in the Alaskan forest. It looked like an honest to goodness gingerbread house, complete with surrounding snow covered trees and best of all, not a soul for miles.

She turned, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her soft lips were like a drug, full and delicious. As they brushed against my own I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

I broke the kiss before my body started having its typical reaction to being in close proximity to her. Her cheeks were flushed and she was gently biting on her bottom lip.

I swept her legs from beneath her and picked her up bridal style. "Come on beautiful, I'm gonna give you the grand tour."

I started towards the door but paused as I felt Ness float into my mind like a summer breeze "Show me the bedroom first". I looked into her face to find her gazing at me intently, her eyes burned with a heat I could almost feel.

She didn't need to tell me twice.

Half a second later I had laid her gently onto the queen sized extra long bed. She pulled me down on top of her and crushed her lips to mine.

Images flicked through my head; me touching her, my hands roving over her smooth body, very graphic scenes from the last time we had made love.

I groaned at the familiar ache she made me feel and heard her laugh gently as she ground her hips into me. My breathing was ragged. Trembling hands fought with the buttons on her cotton summer dress. Her heartbeat was making the fabric quiver.

Another image; me ripping the dress off. I hesitated to oblige, since we'd gotten together I'd ruined more of her clothes in the heat of the moment than I had my own before I could control my phasing.

Too late! She sensed my hesitation and ripped it off herself, taking her bra with it. Oh god.

I growled in my throat and took one breast into my mouth, sucking gently and circling her nipple with my tongue while I kneaded the other in my hand, brushing my thumb softly over the tightening skin.

She arched her back and gasped, forcing more of her into my mouth. I throbbed and jerked, my pants were becoming unbelievably uncomfortable. I was desperate to be inside her but loving the sweet anticipation.

She lifted her head and grazed my earlobe with her razor edged teeth, she was so gentle it only tickled. Inching her head forward she breathed into my ear and began to whisper to me "My sweet Jacob. Don't hold back. I was made for you."

Shivers ran down my spine as I absorbed her words and understood their meaning.

I nibbled on her collar bone, silently wondering how such impenetrable skin could be so soft and warm. I could see her pulse racing at her neck as tiny moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

Her hands slid down my chest and she began to unbutton my jeans. I had my shirt off in a millisecond and it joined my pants and shorts in a pile somewhere behind me. Her panties followed momentarily.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I pressed against her, she was wet and trembling for me. She breezed through my mind again, showing me how she ached for me, how much she wanted me but she didn't have to show me, I already knew what she wanted and how she wanted it.

I dug my hands underneath her and cupped her firm buttocks before lifting her with me as I stood.

Her legs gripped me tighter as she rubbed against me and she kissed me again. The kiss was hard and hungry. I wasn't going to last much longer.

I slammed her into the wall and felt it shudder against the combined force of our bodies. So that's what Jasper had meant when he told me to reinforce the walls with solid concrete.

I buried my head in her neck. Kissing and nibbling and licking as she ground her hips against me harder and harder, begging me to enter her.

I couldn't resist any more. I lifted her and lowered her slowly onto me. We gasped simultaneously as I slid further into her, inch by inch.

She showed me how good it felt and I almost lost it right there. Feeling what she felt whilst feeling what I felt was sensory overload. Signals shot between my mind and body faster than I could process and the pressure was building inside me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I growled and moaned and gasped, telling her how good she felt, how much I wanted her, how much I would always want her. Faster and faster I thrust into her, slamming her repeatedly into the wall and all the while she told me "Harder" "Faster" "Don't stop" in a voice thick with need and want until finally it was just indecipherable sounds of pleasure and I felt her clench around me.

As I felt her orgasm I couldn't take it anymore. I came with her, harder than I'd ever come before. It was so intense my eyes watered.

I carried her to the bed, still inside her and laid her back down as aftershocks racked through her body and mine.

She had a sheen of sweat over her pale face. Her chocolate eyes shone and the most contented smile played at the corners of her mouth.

I felt, as I looked at her, that everything I had experienced, everything that had ever happened in my life had lead me to Renesmee. I was lying in bed next to the most perfect creature on the planet and she was mine. Her sweet words ran through my head once more; I was made for you.

We lay together for ten minutes, smiling like a couple of idiots while we got our breath back and let our hearts slowed.

"Do you hear that?" She asked suddenly

I strained my ears but couldn't pick up any sounds other than the occasional bird or animal.

"Hear what?"

She rolled over impossibly fast and rested her chin on my chest, an impish grin lit her features and a single bronze ringlet stuck to the side of her face. "Exactly." she replied, wiggling her eyebrows.

We spent the rest of the day pretty much solely in the bedroom, we didn't even unpack the car till the sun had sank well below the horizon and it was abso-fucking-lutely awesome.

Whoever said that it's possible to have too much sex was sadly mistaken. Most probably because they weren't a shifter and their girlfriend wasn't an inexhaustible vampire hybrid.

As I tucked into one of the massive lasagnes Esme had packed for me I listened to Nessie shower. She was singing one of my favourite songs, a classic by the Kings of Leon.

She came out wearing black silk slacks and a matching top with spaghetti straps, somehow it made her pearlescent skin look even paler and the rose flush to her cheeks all the more beautiful.

"You all done there champ?" She asked as she eyed the empty foil tray.

I patted my full stomach "Oh yeah and it was goooood!"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she squashed the foil effortlessly into a tiny foil ball and dropped it into the trash.

"Fancy a run? I'm kinda hungry."

Despite being shirtless and shoeless I was out the door in a second and snow melted under my feet as I raced Nessie through the woods.

She powered ahead of me effortlessly, I was no match for her on two legs, especially not when she was on the scent of something tasty like the elk I'd just picked up a whiff of.

When we were close enough to hear it she dropped into a hunting crouch, she took on feline grace when she hunted and I hung back slightly so as not to get in her way.

She flew through the air silently as she pounced on the Elk, bringing it down with no effort. She buried her mouth in it's neck and had drained it within a few seconds. It didn't struggle.

Everything after that happened so fast I could barely register it.

Two shadowy figures literally emerged out of nowhere as Ness wiped her mouth. I saw her muscles bunch in anticipation of moving from them but in the next second her body went limp.

The shadowy figures grabbed her as I darted forwards, impossible heat building within me as my body prepared to phase. I controlled the heat, willing myself not to phase with the knowledge that I couldn't grab her with no arms.

I crashed into the shadows holding Ness and wrapped my arms around her just as a blinding blue bubble of light formed around us. It crackled and hissed with energy before closing in around us.

I felt such extreme pressure come at me from all angles that I thought my body was going to collapse under it. But still I held on. There was a painfully loud roaring noise and I felt as though by body were being ripped out of existence.

The forest outside of the blue light melted around us before being replaced by another, much denser one and then the blue light disappeared.

I was so disoriented that I couldn't see or hear. My senses had been ripped away from me and I immediately felt the need to vomit, but I was determined not to let go of Nessie's limp body.

I felt the air in front of me move before, what must have been a steel toed boot, collided with my groin in an indescribable torrent of pain.

Grunting, I went down like a sack of crap, which is exactly what I felt like when I realised in the same moment that I'd let go of Nessie.

I rolled over through the pain and willed my body to get up but sharp pain bloomed in my chest, replacing the excruciating throb between my legs. I couldn't see or hear anything but man could I feel. Pain washed over me in sickening waves and I could feel warm liquid pouring down from my chest. Blood. Fuck.

Another wave of pain exploded from my chest out wards and then another and then I couldn't move any more. I lay there, deaf and dumb and blind and bleeding for what felt like an eternity before I blacked out.

I drifted in and out of consciousness for days as my body tried to heal itself. Eventually I woke up feeling like I had a truck sitting on my chest, I also realised that at some point during the healing process my body had phased to speed my recovery.

I tried to piece together what had happened as I focused on phasing back. I remembered the shadows coming alive and grabbing Nessie. I remembered the blinding blue light that had surrounded me and I remembered some fucker kicking me in the nuts, shooting me in the chest and taking away the reason for my existence as I lay there, blind and deaf and writhing in pain.

Anger burned inside me, building into pure rage and I realised I didn't want to phase back. Instead I embraced my form as I decided I was going to find Nessie and I was going to find the ones who took her and I was going to rip their beating hearts from their shadowy chests.

I declared war on Nessie's abductors as a roar tore through my chest, overriding all pain and sending birds screaming from their roosts above.

I brought myself back to the present. My furred feet flew through an alien forest that grew under an alien sun and I repeated my silent mantra over and over as I searched and sniffed.

I'm coming Renesmee. I'll find you.