The next chapters are going to take longer to think and write. You know we're in a hard part of the story, and it is very difficult for me to descibe the situations and feelings the characters are going through. I mix up, I delete, I write, I rethink, I delete, I get all mixed up again... Harsh moment. So perhaps the quality is going to be a little bit lower, but what I'm trying to do is keep the story flowing. It's not as easy as you think!

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'Bells, is that you?' Charlie's voice called from up the stairs. His daughter had just entered the house and was rushing to the telephone, but stopped in her tracks when she heard her father.

'Dad?' she asked, surprised, 'What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone fishing.'

'I was going to, but when I went to pick up Billy he told me he had important things to do,' he said frowning as he walked down to the kitchen, 'He seemed… strange.'

'Oh.'

Bella's throat had gone dry. So Jacob had told Billy. Well, at least she was lucky Billy hadn't told Charlie what she was now.

'I… I'll be using the phone,' Bella informed Charlie, and, disconnecting its plug, she lifted it up from the little desk.

'Where are you taking that?'

Bella turned around.

'I have to call Alice and discuss some wedding things,' she lied on the spot, not being able to ignore the ache in her heart at the mention of the word 'wedding,' 'Things I'd prefer to keep secret from everyone.'

She winked her eye at her suspicious father, trying to look convincing. Charlie stared at her, narrowed-eyed, but after a pause nodded once and the vampire hurried upstairs, phone clutched in her hands. As soon as she opened her bedroom's door, she connected the phone once again and dialled while closing the door shut.

'Hello?' a rough voice said on the other side of the line.

'Billy,' Bella said quickly, recognising it, 'I need to speak with Jacob.'

'I'm sorry, Bella, he will not speak to you,' Billy said with no hesitation, but Bella started speaking before he had finished.

'Billy, this is no will and won't thing, I must speak to him,' she said roughly, 'I seriously don't give a damn what you think about me at this moment, or what he thinks or feels, it is of great importance that I –'

'Bella.'

It was Jacob's voice this time. His once friendly voice was now gone, the pain she had seen with their last encounter had vanished – he sounded angry, disappointed, annoyed, disgusted.

'Jacob,' Bella said quietly, trying not to cry – his voice had hurt her more than words had, 'you have to understand me, I –'

'Don't, Bella,' he interrupted her, now sounding apologetic, 'There is no way in which you can stop this. This is war. No matter how much I… used to love you, this is the way things are done. Unless the vampires willingly leave, of course.'

'Forks is their home, Jacob!' Bella exclaimed, glancing at the door – if Charlie walked in…

'So is Alaska,' Jacob replied with an isn't-it-obvious tone.

'Why do you want to drive them out, Jacob?' Bella was starting to lose her grip. She was walking around the room in circles, biting her nails, tears in her eyes. 'What have they done to you? I know you're supposed to protect us, Jacob, I really do, but this was my election… They won't –' she glanced at the door again, and lowered her voice, '- They won't kill again, Jacob, I promise.'

'Bella…'

His voice suddenly changed – it was only a soft whisper, cautious, unwilling…

'Bella, it's you we must kill.'

The girl was only silent for a moment.

'I know,' she limited herself to answer. Jacob didn't talk for a while.

'I'm sorry, Bella –'

'Don't say you are, Jacob Black!' Bella shouted, exploding, tears now starting to escape from her eyes, 'If you were this stupid war wouldn't be taking place at all! If it's me who must be killed, then don't involve the rest! It's a matter between you and me!'

'No it's not, Bella!' Jacob sounded so angry that she could imagine him, standing in the kitchen, shaking with anger, 'They'll want to protect you at all costs, and it's the perfect chance for us to get rid of them! Yes, Bella, I'm sorry, but I will not hide my disgust for – for your kind!'

'But the danger is me, Jacob! Face it!'

He didn't answer.

'You don't want to do it, do you?' Bella asked, knowing she had touched a nerve.

'It's my duty, Bella, to –' he started angrily, but the vampire did not stop.

'You promised, Jacob! You promised me, you swore me you would never hurt me…' But she broke off. Her sadness had betrayed her.

'Bella… I don't want to hurt you.'

She knew he was waiting for her to respond, but sobs had taken hold of her.

'And I… I don't care what you are. It's true, you smell horribly now, and you're all pale and cold, but… you're the same Bella you were before. That's what you made me realise today.'

None of the spoke. Bella was covering her mouth with one hand, the other one holding the phone. It was his Jacob. Sad, pained, but he was sweet, innocent Jacob.

'Jacob… I'm getting married.'

He needed to know. He was her best friend – no matter what he thought of their relationship, or the one she had with Edward. But Jacob did not answer, gasp, or show signs that he was still there, hearing her words.

'J– Jacob?' she tried.

'I'm… here,' he said. His voice was much, much rougher now. 'I'm still trying to understand. Wait a minute.'

Biting her lip, Bella heard him clear his throat and give a quick, short sigh.

'You… are… getting married,' Jacob repeated, as if trying to understand a maths problem, 'I won't even ask who you are marrying. Well, I suppose you do stupid things when you're a vampire.'

'Jacob!' Bella gasped – she was expecting him to understand her, to realize how much she loved Edward… But it seemed she had made him hate him even more.

'Well, Bella Swan – future Bella Cullen –' he said the word with repulsion, 'I hope you have a most wonderful immortal life as that bloodsucker's wife. Actually, I don't think you will – with this war, I seriously doubt you'll make it out alive…'

'Jacob!' she exclaimed, and dropped herself on the bed – she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Could sadness, pain, anger and disappointment lead a person to such an extent of merciless coarseness?

'So, if that's all, I'd rather be there preparing myself if we're going to go out for some vampire killing…'

Bella inhaled deeply.

'I was going to ask you to be my best man, to be there with me at my wedding,' she confessed, tears rolling down her cheeks and onto her lap, 'but if that is the position you'll take, then I'd better forget about it.'

And with no further ado, she hung up the phone.

A/n: Dude, get a grip.