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The world felt like a TV with bad reception. Sights and sounds faded in and out. Someone was screaming at me but they sounded so far away.

I forced my eyes open to see Jacob leaning over me. Sweat covered his face and his whole body was shaking, he seemed to flicker like a candle in the dense darkness.

I blinked furiously, he was shouting something and thrusting his wrist towards me. I recoiled as much as I could manage in my state. He was telling me to do something, his tone urgent and voice shaking as much as his body.

Blackness claimed me, a brief respite from the indescribable pain.

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"Don't you DARE die on me." Jacob shouted into my face as my eyelids fluttered open.

I was so cold. The feeling was fading from my extremities.

I thought about how right it had felt to protect the man holding me, how happy I was that the last face I would see before death claimed me was his.

He thrust his wrist in my face again. "DRINK!" he commanded furiously.

As I realised what he was telling me to do I clamped my lips shut with all the force I could muster, refusal showing in my dull, shuttered eyes.

He was shouting more now, but he sounded so far away. I felt him push his wrist against my mouth.

So tired. So cold.

Blackness.

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As I came to, my head slammed against something. Warm liquid flowed over my slack lips, touched my tongue, trickled down my throat.

It tasted like animal, but somehow more - sweeter.

It tasted......so good.

I swallowed... and instinct took over.

More liquid, more swallowing. The flow kept closing off but I only had to bite down slightly to get it going again.

I began to feel again. The pain was receding, replaced by itchiness. I ignored it, consumed by my blood frenzy.

I bit and swallowed, bit and swallowed. I heard a voice. I ignored it. The blood was the life, pumping from the body of another to fuel my own.

I was healing.

The voice was becoming clearer. "..ess...op....ease..."

Still I drank, sating my carnal thirst. This wasn't about healing any more, it was about simply continuing to drink until there was no more, then I would move onto the next.

The voice became clearer still, I realised it was a murmur but it sounded so loud to my vampiric ears. "Nessie.....you have....to......stop." No. I wouldn't stop. This voice would not command the beast that had taken over. I was a goddess. Powerful and fierce. To drink was my right. I would not stop until my thirst was sated.

I could not stop.

"Renesmee, you have to get away from me. You have to stop, I'm going to....."

I growled and reached my hands up to wrap around the source of blood. I grabbed hard and pulled it further into my razor jaws.

The voice was growing weaker, my prey would be dry soon. "Ness, I'm gonna Phase!"

Everything went white, just for a second. A burning hot field of energy wrapped itself around me, twirling around my limbs, entering my very consciousness.

A force greater than anything I had ever felt blasted me into the air. I felt my body flip twice before slamming into something very hard and very big.

There was three seconds of nothing before it came to me.

A mental blast.

Every memory, every thought, every feeling, every experience I had ever had hit me like a battering ram.

I was powerless. Unable to move as my own memory assaulted me.

Faces flipped in an endless loop. Edward, Bella, Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Leah, Seth, Quil, Embry, Sam, Emily, Claire, Charlie, Renee and Jacob. The loop continued several times before finishing with Jacob's face hovering before me.

His sweet smile beamed at me, perfect teeth gleaming, eyes shining.

Jacob. My sweet Jacob. My love. My soul mate. My everything.

My prey.

I sprang from my back to my feet in one movement, adrenaline coursing through me.

"JACOB!" I screamed as I searched frantically around me.

A whine answered and I stumbled towards it blindly, realising that I still wasn't in full control of my body.

Jacob's russet wolf crawled towards me, whining helplessly and caked in blood. I could smell that some of it was his, but most of it was mine.

I dropped to my knees, moving my hands through his fur as deftly as I could, searching for the wound I had inflicted upon him. I found raised skin under the fur of his neck. Two slim crescents that had already sealed over.

I moved a hand to stroke his muzzle and he made a weak effort to lick it, telling me he would be fine. He looked into my eyes and I saw an apology in them. The stupid, crazy moron was sorry for Phasing while I was clamped onto one of his arteries, draining his life away!

As I realised what I had just done, what I had almost done, I turned to the side and vomited. I heard another whine before leaning in the other direction to my vomit and promptly losing consciousness.

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My apologies for the length of this chapter – I ended up deleting a massive chunk of it as I thought it would be better to switch to Jacob in the next chapter.

I am writing it at the moment but keep becoming distracted by puppies and wolves (if you haven't checked out my profile, I work in a wolf sanctuary). Life's real hard sometimes....

I want to give a heartfelt thanks to all who have reviewed so far, I can't tell you how much it means to me that you would take the time to not only read what I have written but respond to it too.

I write for you, the reader, as well as myself so your opinions matter more to me than you can imagine.

I promise another update is on it's way!

Altea