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Jacob

My heart burst with pride and love when I knew she'd come looking for me. I felt that familiar pull tell me that she was near again.

When I'd stepped out into that clearing and seen her face I could have sworn she knew who I was. She looked at me like...like a highschooler whose crush had just spoken to her. Her cheeks had that familiar rose blush, the best colour in the universe.

Her skin shone. She was so pale that it made her hair look like spun gold. How could I have found that alabaster tone so offensive once?

I grinned at her as I moved forward. I had to feel her in my arms, I wanted to hold on and never let her go.

I expected her to wrap her arms around me too, I waited to feel that familiar rib-cracking pressure. Instead I got nothing. What the hell?

I let go and looked at her, I saw my familiar Nessie, but there was a stranger there too. My Ness would never look at me like that, she'd only ever looked at me with secure recognition, dammit. She'd claimed me as her own practically since birth.

She really had forgotten. What the hell had happened to her?

"Ness?" I asked, trying to mask the desperation in my voice.

"H...How do you know my name?" She answered shakily.

Pain lanced through me as the realisation was confirmed. She didn't know me from Adam.

I couldn't understand it. A deep magic connected us on levels I didn't even know I had. Nessie's mind was supposed to be uber strong; she could break through Bella's shield for fuck's sake. The chances of Renesmee Cullen suffering from run of the mill amnesia was about as likely as Satan popping into the Newton's store and buying a pair of ice skates.

Someone had done this to her, her kidnappers had violated her mind. For a split second I thought about every pain I would inflict on them. I felt that familiar heat build in me but quashed it instantly.

OK, let's start with the basics Jake.

I decided to take it slow and calm so as not to frighten her off.

"Do you know who I am?" I whispered, trying (and failing) to hide my apprehension.

"I…..I'm sorry. I don't r-remember" She replied, sounding as disappointed as I felt.

Screw this. Imprinting was stronger than whatever mind fuck someone was pulling.

I moved forwards knowing that there was nothing stronger than the magic we created when we were together. She had told me once that my kisses were unforgettable so I decided to put it to the test.

Bingo! She kissed me back with unmatched ferocity before winding her slender fingers through my hair, she pulled some out as she pushed through the tangles but I didn't care. Pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of feeling her body on mine.

My mind had its usual reaction to her. It, of course, shut down as I began thinking with an entirely different part of my anatomy.

I pulled her favourite moves before asking, "Does this ring any bells?" in my most seductive voice.

The answer didn't come from her lips, but her voice blew straight into my mind like a strawberry scented breeze "If I say yes will you keep going?"

Crap.

I put her down as I tried to think logically about the whole situation, but as her feet touched the ground I realised her legs weren't going to support her. I bent my knees to catch her and heard a shuddering breath leave her body. Her skin seemed to get several degrees hotter in the places where my hands were.

When I looked into her eyes in that moment I saw a Nessie I remembered. I saw the Nessie who had scampered into the shower, asking me if I was coming or not...at which point I would always tell her what a stupid question that was.

I snapped myself out of my reverie. I had to get to the bottom of what was happening. I had to get her home where she belonged and I had to find out who had taken her and why. I would start by finding out exactly how much she knew.

Unfortunately I was a little too overwhelmed to compose myself, resulting in a case of verbal diarrhoea.

"You have to tell me what's going on Ness. Do you know where you are? Do you know how you got here?"

Of course I scared the shit out of her. She was trying to avoid my eyes, her cheeks were flaming beautifully.

I don't know what the hell came over me next but I grabbed her and shouted, I couldn't tell you in the next moment what I had actually said.

I thought it would somehow shock her memory back into her.

Sometimes I have to take a moment and just wonder at how much of a stupid asshole I am.

She looked down at the floor, hiding her face from me as she replied ""Please, I don't know. I....I thought you could tell me...I don't know why."

When she looked up at me I saw that her pristine skin was wet with her tears, a ringlet stuck to her face, secured by salt-water glue.

I felt something snap inside me as I realised the tears pooling in her eyes and tumbling over her porcelain face were caused by me. Me.

Too far Jake, you stupid jerk.

Instinct took over as I pulled her into me, desperate to make the hurt in her face evaporate. I was so disgusted with myself, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me – an express route to hell, apt punishment for making an angel cry.

I sat down without even thinking, taking her with me.

OK, new approach Jake. Try not to completely fuck it up this time.

I would be gentle, she's been through so much. Only the spirits knew what.

"Do you know your full name?" I asked in what I hoped was a softer voice.

Sniff "Vanessa" sniff "Black" She replied, reminding me of what an epic douche bag I was for making her cry.

It took a second for me to compute. How had she come up with that? Did her kidnappers tell her? If so, then how would they even know about that name?

Then it came to me, how she would always keep that stupid fake licence in her pocket, even though it was out of date. For some reason, that silly memory cut me like a knife.

"Your driver's licence." I observed.

"It was all I had when they found me." She said. Though her tone wasn't scathing, in fact there was a knowing edge there, as though she had suspected about the licence.

"It's a fake, that's not your real name." I said, just to make sure we were reading from the same page.

"You know my real name?" It was a question, but also an admission of fact.

Part of me wanted to break it all to her gently but I figured if she'd gone as far as coming out to find me in the hopes of getting some answers, I would give them all to her without making her wait any longer. It was the least I could do.

"Your real name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen, you were born on the tenth of September, two thousand and six, you came from a small town in Forks, Washington and you were kidnapped over three weeks ago by some assholes who signed their own death warrants as they did it."

I tried to stay calm as I told her about the kidnapping but I could feel my temper starting to boil. The heat managed to spread a little further this time, but I caught it, again.

Silence. I kept going.

"I don't know where the hell we are but it's not....home. I managed to hold on as they took you but we got...separated and I've been searching for you ever since."

There was another silence as she seemed to consider her reply. Then she asked the six million dollar question.

"Who are you?"

I considered giving her some bullshit so as not to scare her. Then I remembered that I couldn't lie to Nessie. I wouldn't, she deserved the truth – so I gave it to her.

"I'm Jacob Black, your Fiancée."

Her reaction gave me hope again. Seeing her eyes widen and stare at me like I was something special. Like I was the one who was too good for her, like she was the lucky one.

The idea was laughable.

"Really?" She asked, her voice rising a couple (of thousand) octaves.

I couldn't help but smile as I gently mocked her.

"Oh yeah, really."

We both grinned in silence before I decided I needed to hear from her exactly why she came back. I thought I knew but I needed to ask.

I regretted asking as the words left my mouth, worried that it might somehow give her cause to actually second guess sitting on the ground with the arms of an apparent stranger wrapped around her.

She surprised me by telling me it was a dream that changed her mind.

I had meant to ask but in my eagerness to know I commanded she show me what she meant instead.

Her head was resting against my chest and I felt her expression change

"What?"

She'd used her gift on me just a few minutes ago. How did she not know what I meant?

I asked her again. "Show me your dream."

I felt her head cock to the side "I...seriously, what?"

The corners of my mouth twitched as I had one of those moments where I felt the need to slap the heel of my palm against my head and say "DUH!"

She obviously didn't know she'd been using her gift. She didn't even know she had it.

I decided to educate her by taking her hands and putting them to my face. If she didn't know about her gift then it would be harder trying to tell her how to project – especially seeing as even when she described the method to me herself I still didn't get it.

"Do you remember it?" I asked, referring to the mystery dream.

She didn't even hesitate before telling me that she did. Not a shred of doubt clouded her voice.

I prepared my mind for her this time. Then I told her to remember.

I was hit with images I could have never prepared for. The dream had been...dirty!

I felt myself stiffen against her, there was nothing I could do.

I could control my temper, my phasing, even my stupid motor mouth when I really put my mind to it. But it was a lost cause trying to control myself when it came to Nessie showing me things like that.

I had expected her to freak out, to move away and keep asking questions but it seemed we had denied our bond for too long and it was breaking through what little logic I had.

She pushed into me, setting my nerve endings alight. I tried to bite back a groan but it slipped out.

I felt her begin to withdraw from my mind, then in the next moment she came back with full force. Not showing me a dream this time, showing me the future, what she wanted.

She wanted me.

Never having been the one to deny her anything, I let my brain shut down and gave her exactly what she wanted.

***

When we were done, she lay next to me and sighed. It was deep and satisfied, which in turn made me feel pretty damn good for satisfying her.

I watched with mild amusement as she tried to keep her eyes open. Reminding me of back in the cabin, before all of this.

I wondered if it was because she was scared I would abandon her in her sleep. Considering what she'd been through, it didn't surprise me.

"Sleep, beautiful. I promise I'll be right here when you wake up." I reassured her.

The lids drooped and I watched the muscles in her face slacken. She nestled into me a little more and I knew she was asleep.

As I looked into the face of the most important person in the universe, my reason for breathing, the reason my heart beat in my chest, the reason I still phased and would continue to phase for as long as she lived, I made a vow.

"I would destroy entire civilisations to keep you safe Renesmee. I'd die a million deaths and suffer every pain imaginable before I allowed you to be hurt. I'll kill anyone and everyone I have to in order to make sure nobody ever takes you from me again."

I pulled her just a bit closer before allowing my own lids to close.

***

I had planned to ask her so many questions when she awoke. I didn't know where she had been for the last three weeks – had she been with her kidnappers? If so then why would they have let her go, no once but twice? And if she was with her kidnappers, why would she have gone back to them willingly after the first time I saw her in the woods?

I wanted to know exactly what she knew about this place.

Instead I awoke with a start as I felt Ness wake next to me. Something was wrong.

"What is it?" I asked without thinking. The words were muffled by my lingering sleep but I shook it off immediately when I saw her face.

She was gonna bolt.

I tried to grab hold of her but she was too fast, moving in a blur out of my reach. I waited for her to run but instead her eyes darted around us before coming back to mine as she placed a finger to her perfect cherry lips.

Someone was here.

I cursed myself for not being the first to wake, for not being the first to my feet and for yet again doing a piss poor job of protecting the most important person in the universe.

I surged to my feet, fury pulsing through me. I could feel my form on the verge of change, my anger was almost too much to control but I managed it. I knew I had to stay in human form in case I needed arms and legs but I kept the change close in case I needed teeth and claws more.

It was so dark that even with my enhanced vision I could barely make out the trees. A regular human wouldn't have been able to see a hand in front of their face.

I stopped breathing and moving, not even daring to blink as my hyped senses struggled to find the danger.

There. Movement caught my eyes as the accompanying rustle hit my ears, I squinted as I tried to make out the source.

A flash of red shone just as a milky white blur darted in front of me. My gaze shot down to see Renesmee stood there, her back against my chest, which suddenly ached with a white hot pain.

She felt weird, like all her muscles had turned to stone.

My arms twitched, in preparation to hurl us both to the ground, or perhaps shield her with my body but she turned before I could do anything more. I was still ready to Phase at a moment's notice.

I smelled the wound before I saw it. The coppery smell of her blood, infused with the bleachy smell of the venom hit my nostrils.

My brain then point blank refused to process what my eyes saw. A ton of blood. I knew it was all hers because it was lighter than a human's, a rosy pink colour that blossomed like some sort of horrific Rorschach inkblot.

The wound itself looked like it had been made with a cookie cutter. It was a perfect hole. There was no loose tissue hanging or stuff dangling out, it was like her skin and muscle and tissue and bone had just evaporated into nothing.

Words could never describe the utterly desolate hollow feeling that took over at that point. My stomach plummeted through the floor and the most acute fear I have ever felt in my entire life had me in a death grip.

Then she did something that made my heart break.

She looked straight at me with childlike fear and confusion clouding her chocolate eyes and for just a micro second I was back in the Hoh rainforest, with the snow under my paws and a myriad of hooded figures gliding towards me. I remember looking into Bella's eyes and seeing Ness in the reflection as I felt her tiny fists clench the hollow guard hairs around my shoulders. Her face had been the same then – fear and confusion.

I hurtled back to the present as she said my name, just once, before she fell.

I dropped to my knees with her, simultaneously encasing her in my arms and pulling her to me so that her torso ended up being supported by my folded knees.

I screamed her name over and over again as her rosy blood poured from her wound. It pulsed with her faint heartbeat. Her body tried to heal, I could see the tissue trying feebly to knit back together but the wound was too much.

I knew immediately what I had to do, what she had to do.

Drink.

My body was still on the precipice of change and the stress was pushing me further. My body wanted to do what it normally did when adrenaline coursed so furiously through me. My wolf was so close to the surface, aching for the chance to defend his mate.

I forced it back, quashing the heat by allowing stone cold fear to grip me.

I pulled her bottom jaw down and pushed my wrist to her mouth but she seemed to fight against me unconsciously. Her eyelids fluttered and she turned her head to the side with a groan.

"You need this, don't fight it." I told her as I moved her head back in place with my other hand.

Her fluttered more, as though she was coming around again and struggling to open her eyes.

They closed again. The effort was obviously becoming too much. I swallowed a lump in my throat that felt like a golf ball.

I was so terrified of losing her. How could I have let this happen? There was no forgiveness in the world for me now. If we made it out of this alive, Edward was going to kill me...if Bella didn't get there first.

But that didn't matter if she died. If she died I knew for solid fact I would die with her. Our fates were intertwined.

NO! I wouldn't let it happen. If anyone died this night it would be me and it would be because I gave every last drop of my blood to her.

I took control again, screaming at her in order to wake her again.

"Don't you DARE die on me!" I commanded as I pushed my wrist towards her mouth again.

Her eyes seemed to look through me when she opened them again and for just a second a little smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Her eyes began to roll back.

"DRINK!" I shouted, pushing my wrist forward again.

A little life came back to her, but of course it was just enough to make it pretty clear she had no intention of taking my blood.

"Goddammit Ness, this isn't the time to get all righteous! Drink right now before I shove my entire arm down your fucking throat!!"

I was screaming myself hoarse. I would have been shaking her too but she looked so frail lying there on my thighs and impossibly she looked even paler than normal.

She looked dead.

A fresh wave of terror washed over my body, threatening to tear me apart.

I slipped a hand under the back of her head and another between her shoulder blades and lifted her up to me. I angled her head and smashed it into my neck, aiming her mouth directly over my pulsing artery.

I felt her teeth slice through the delicate skin there and crushed her into me even more, waiting for the sound of her swallow.

There.

Her teeth bit down harder, then released as my blood flowed freely into her rosebud mouth. I felt my skin knit, that familiar itchiness.

She bit again, and again, and again.

Minutes, or perhaps months passed as I gave my life to her on the forest floor.

She could take as much as she needed, as much as she wanted. I had known from the moment I imprinted on her that I would die for her.

I began to feel dizzy as she began to drink faster than I could replenish.

I relaxed, feeling a familiar heat begin to claim me.

Then tensed as I realised what was happening.

I placed a hand on her chest and felt her right breast, soft yet firm at the same time.

She had healed.

I began to pant with the strain of holding back my Change, it was a lot harder with the blood loss.

There was no way I could phase with her still attached to me, I had no idea what it could do to her. There was a chance it could obliterate her.

Panic began to rise, which didn't help.

"Baby, you're OK now. You've taken enough." I told her in the calmest voice I could manage.

I had hoped she would listen, that she would acknowledge and release. But of course she ignored me. lifted an arm, snaked her fingers along my scalp and then rammed my neck further into her jaws.

The blood frenzy had her.

I tried pleading "Nessie, please you have to stop now."

She bit again, drank more. I didn't have much left and my body was taking control.

I tried again but the words were becoming much harder to form. "Ness, you have to stop."

No joy. Tremors were beginning to wrack my body, I was truly on the precipice of phasing.

I considered momentarily just ripping her off me and flinging her as far as I could manage, but then realised I had about as much strength as a kitten.

All I had was words. I had to try to warn her, to bring her mind out of wherever it went when she drank.

"Renesmee, you have to get away from me. You have to stop, I'm going to....." was all I managed to get out before she lifted an arm, snaked her fingers along my scalp and then rammed my neck further into her jaws.

With her hand on me I got a glimpse of where she was.

It was carnal and beautiful, the rapture of having an unbearable thirst truly sated. She was a natural predator doing what natural predators do. How could I have ever dreamed of pulling her from this place?

Then I remembered that if I didn't, I was going to kill her.

"Ness, I'm gonna Phase!" I warned, one last time before my wolf broke through the surface of my very skin and took control in an explosion of heat, fur, teeth, claws and muscle.

I heard a massive crash come from somewhere, then the telltale creak and crunch as what must have been a pretty huge tree hit the ground.

I lay on my belly, panting. My claws extended and dug into the dirt underneath me. I couldn't move, I could only lie there as my body tried to recuperate.

My head felt about three times too small for my brain and I think I must have blacked out, I don't know how long for.

Her voice brought me back to reality as she called my name in the impenetrable darkness.

I whined back, so relieved to hear her sweet voice even if it was marred by panic.

My phasing hadn't killed her.

I heard her stumble and forced my body forwards, I needed to get to her, she needed me. I was still whining, I couldn't stop myself.

We were both alive!

Suddenly she was there, kneeling next to me and running her hands through my thick winter coat. It felt wonderful as they lingered around my neck.

Her fingers found my muzzle and I licked, wanting to taste her, to make sure she was real, to let her know that she didn't have to worry about me. I would be fine as long as she was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I realised that I could have lost her, that I could have killed her. In her eyes I saw defiance – she was telling me with a simple look that she was mega pissed about what I had done.

That's my girl, I thought as I allowed my eyes to close.

***

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