First of all, I would like to apologize for an inconvinience (or whatever it's written like) on the last chapter, The Heart Broken. Alice didn't actually find Jasper so he could take him to the Cullens, it was the other way about - Alice went to find Jasper so she would take him to the Cullens. I'm not going to change what I wrote, however, because it would mean having to change the whole Jasper part. But thanks a million, blissfulmemories, for the correction of this :)

I'm quite inspired this days. Maybe you've noticed. Anyway, this isn't a long chapter either, but it was a necessary chapter - as you may have noticed because of the title of it, Jacob Black finally makes his appearance. Let's face it, no story is complete enough without dear Jake. So, here you have, a nice, little piece of Jacob, dedicated to blissfulmemories and ridiculouskopec for having been so fond of my story - it makes me very happy to see people enjoying what I write as much as you guys. Thank you :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nor any of its characters. Why do I have to say this every single chapter?

Bella walked down the stairs at seven in the morning – she would have to pretend she had woken early in the morning and hadn't been able to fall asleep again. Tough life, the vampires'. Silently, she sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the refrigerator. How she wished she could be human again, for only one day, and enjoy all the things she was missing out, like the pleasure of eating human food, really tasting it, without having to throw it up later. But she couldn't.

You chose this, Bella thought to herself, and because of this you can get married to Edward and live forever beside him.

Yes, that was correct. She loved him more than anything on this world, and she had sacrificed her life for him. That was worth her eighteen years as human and much, much more. The only thing that was wrong now – perhaps she wouldn't get married after all…

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Bella tiptoed there to open it. Edward was standing there, hands in pockets, beauty and perfection personified on her doorstep. He smiled, but his eyes seemed unsure.

'Good morning,' he said with his gentle, velvety voice, 'Ready to leave?'

'Leave… where?' Bella asked, dumbfounded. What was he doing there?

Edward's crooked smile appeared, and she shivered. There were no words to describe how beautiful he was.

'We'd say we'd give Sophie a tour around Forks, remember?' he said. Bella opened her mouth, incapable of speech, and felt stupid.

'Oh, right.'

Edward pressed his lips and nodded. There was a pause.

'You're coming, aren't you?' he asked hesitantly, begging with his eyes. The girl thought about it. He was nearly pleading for her to go, and how could she refuse? He was… Edward. But something inside her told her it was better to stand back this time.

Leave Sophie and Edward alone? She replied to that little voice in her head.

Yes. Give her space to act. And give him space to react.

But what if…?

He wouldn't.

Edward was waiting for a response, and she couldn't make up her mind if even that had problems to agree.

'Bella?'

'I – er –'

Stay put!

'I –'

Bella, NO!

'I can't!' Bella nearly shouted. Edward's expression changed drastically to his saddest and most painful look. Bella darted her eyes away from his so she wouldn't suffer – but it was impossible. The pain he felt, she felt it as well. And she didn't know why she had done that, pay attention to the most stupid thing on earth. Or on her mind.

'Why… can't you go?' Edward asked sadly, taking a little step forward, 'You were alright last night with this.'

'I… forgot to tell you,' Bella replied, searching for an excuse that wouldn't hurt him, 'Charlie isn't feeling alright and I think I should take care of him… only for today. Maybe I can go with both of you another day.'

'Yes… maybe,' Edward gazed at nowhere, narrowing his eyes. After a short pause, he looked at Bella with his eyebrows raised and half-smiling, 'Well then, I hope Charlie gets better.'

'So do I.'

Edward leaned closer to Bella, and placed his forehead on hers.

'Goodbye, Bella,' he whispered, his eyes closed. Timidly, she raised her chin so that her lips could barely touch his – but he had already leaned away and was walking back to his Volvo, not turning to stare at her.

…

Edward Cullen was staring at him through the gap between two trees, smiling evilly. He could see his white, shiny teeth.

'Where's Bella?'

Edward just chuckled.

'Where is she?'

'You can't have her now,' Edward simply said while taking a step forward, 'She's entirely mine.'

'What…? What have you… done to her?'

Edward laughed harder than before. He felt anger – intense anger. Bella, Bella… He started shaking…

Edward neared his face to his.

'She's one of us now.'

'BELLA!'

Jacob Black fell from his bed, panting, gasping for breath. He had no shirt or shoes on, only his torn jeans, and one filthy sock. He wiped his forehead with his hand and realised he was covered in sweat. Slowly, sadly, he curled on the floor, closing his eyes. That nightmare. It had been haunting him for months – five months exactly. Five months in which he had heard nothing of Bella. Nothing at all. He could only remember the pained expression she had the last time he had seen her, Edward leading her to her house, while he watched, crying, from the forest. She hadn't visited him. She hadn't called him. She had simply disappeared from his life, vanished. He refused to think of the most frightening answer – the one that haunted him night and day. Most probably she was still angry for what he had done, and he didn't blame her for hating him because of that. He had been horrible, led by his sense of revenge. Charlie must have killed her. And though it pained him to think about that too, it still was a hundred times better if she was angry with him than if she had been…

'Jake?'

Billy Black had opened the door and was staring at him with concern from his wheel chair.

'Are you okay? I heard you screaming.'

Jacob sighed and covered his eyes with his hand.

'Nightmare, that's all,' he muttered high enough for his father to hear. After a short little pause, he heard the door close again and knew his father had understood what he meant by 'nightmare.' Every single night, when he came back to sleep early in the morning after having ran through the words in search of bloodsuckers, every damn, single night, he was haunted by that nightmare, haunted by the image of that Cullen grinning, and the thought that Bella had gotten what she wanted made him scream his lungs out… But at day, however, it was another feeling he had to bear as he ran, as he walked… It was guilt. Guilt, because it had been his fault that he had heard nothing from Bella in five months. Guilt, because if they had bitten her then he hadn't alarmed Sam or any other. Guilt, because he had done nothing to stop them.

His door opened again, wildly now, and he heard Billy's nervous voice say urgently, 'Jacob, you must come down. Now.'

The boy opened his eyes and peered at him.

'Jacob, now!'

Billy hurried to the kitchen and Jacob, now alarmed, followed him, and in a matter of seconds he had realized why his father was reacting that way. He could smell it. Vampire. And it was coming closer.

'Jacob, you have to alarm the rest of the –'

But his son, with inhuman speed, was already running through the forest in his werewolf form. He tried to listen to someone else's thoughts, but it seemed all of them, Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry and Quil were sleeping. He didn't blame Quil, of course, he was the newest one in the gang and found his job very exhausting. But as he ran to Sam and Emily's house, he heard his thoughts clearly as if he were standing next to him.

Jacob!

I know, I've smelled it.

It's not coming from the forest, so don't waste your time running around.

I was going for you, not the bloodsucker.

It's on the road.

As Sam ran past him in the opposite direction, Jacob wheeled around and followed him.

Victoria?

It's a possibility, but she hasn't been around for months.

I know.

But then there was only one, the only possibility left…

Yes, Jacob, Sam replied, a Cullen.

Unconsciously, the boy stopped in his tracks. Sam angrily turned around to face him.

Jacob, that thing has broken the treaty. We have to –

But Jacob was already running again, running faster than before, so fast that Sam had to make an effort on following him… Edward Cullen, Jacob thought, if it is you I swear to God I'm gonna rip you to pieces…

You'll have to rip to pieces even if it is not him.

Once again, Jacob halted immediately.

JACOB!

But he couldn't move. An idea had struck him. A horrible, terrifying idea. All of the Cullens knew absolutely well that La Push was out of their boundaries, and they knew absolutely well they would be killed if cornered by the werewolves…

Except they had been transformed not long ago and were quite forgetful of the rules.

Oh hell, no.

The speed at which Jacob had started to run was unreachable. Sam was left behind, far away, taken aback by his friend's sudden reaction. But he couldn't stop running. The image of Edward Cullen grinning evilly appeared in his mind again, and he couldn't wipe it away…

'She's one of us now.'

He stopped, surprised, where the ugly smell had led him. He was standing, in four legs, in front of his own house. A red truck was parked there, and the vampire was sitting inside, peering at the house through her right window.

Bella Swan.

A/n: ZOMG. JAKE MUST KILL BELLA. OH, HELL, NO.