For those reader impatient for Edward's appearance, be patient. Meanwhile ask
yourselves, who was the vampire with the gold lined cloak, be warned it's not who you suspect.
Jacobs's P.o.v.
Have you ever loved someone so much it hurt? Well I do every time I see her I feel the ache in my chest rise, as she continues, obviously stumbling through life as it comes. I can't bear to see her hurt t feels like a weight on my shoulders as she sighs or when a dainty crease forms on her milky smooth forehead. When she arches her slender neck in frustration or mutters furiously in her sleep, it pains me to see her struggle. I wish I could whisk her away far from this dreadful place. But its part of whom we are.
She took the death of her mother worse than ever thought possible, it's like she's become a shell, a zombie, she succumbs to the guards wishes, but the worst thing is that her inquisitive brown eyes looked flat, like the fight had left them. Every step she took became a tribute to her mother and I can see she dreams of Renee constantly where I can not protect her.
I feel now more than ever that she need me, if only she could open her eyes and see. Sometimes I resent that, she looks at me like a younger brother, is it because she is too blind to see how much I care about her, in romantic ways, how much I need her? For years it's been like this a constant battle, how can I ask her for more than what she's already given me? A chance to love in a place like this. I can hardly expect her to love me back can I?
She's been the only saving grace of this whole charade, she was the one who held me close on the nights I screamed, she was the only one able to comfort me on the days I yearned to see my parents, she is all I owe my sanity to. I can't bear to see her suffer like this.
"Jake", a voice calls though the mist, hoarse form screaming, "Jake, save me, it burns, help, Jake the fire!" The voice is hoarse and all too familiar. The sparkling mist clears to reveal Bella, my Bella scrunched up on the floor writhing in agony. Then as I reach down to help, she turns to face me, her eyes a blood red but still begging for help. I touch her cheek gently at first, she feels ice-cold, dead. But then she's pulling me closer, kissing me with passion and heat of love. A goodbye kiss. Then all is calm she lies down peaceful, dead. My screams echo though the dream world. But no-one can hear my voice.
This is the dream that haunts me constantly, Bella echoing the last words of my mother, before she died at the hands of a rouge guard. Her delicate features twisted with pain and anguish.
I need to figure out a way of saving Bella from herself, if only I could know what she was thinking, she always does what I least suspect. I always joked the one thing you could rely on about Bella was her unreliability but now that joke had become a curse. What would be the best way to call her from her waking slumber, fight fire with fire, or water?
I feel so lonely without her mindless chatter to fill the gaps, without her warm hand in mine keeping me upright when I stumble. It feels like part of me is missing, and I think that in a way Bella's partial absence also takes away a part of me.
There is no point in living with out her she is my life, she holds my soul in her hands, completely unaware of the power she holds over me or of the torture she causes me. How can I save her, when I'm so closely entwined? Maybe this plight is hopeless just like humanity. Maybe I'm doomed to live life alone until my misery is ended by some sadistic vampire bitch, which can't control her thirst. Maybe Bella is destined to walk this half life until the end of her days, drifting on the realms of the dead. Maybe I'm not the saviour Bella need? What do you think??