A/N I'm back, no I'm not dead, and I'm so sorry, I was grounded, writers block, random ice storm… Merry Christmas! Well, I own nothing, how terrible. This chapter is dedicated to all reviewers and everyone. On with the story!
BPOV
All over the floor, was wolf blood.
It didn't make me hungry, just a little sick to my stomach.
What I saw next made me fall, but Edward caught me.
In the corner, a giant wolf with blood matted in its beautiful, shaggy, rust colored fur. One I was open, showing a dark brown, almost black eye. All over it was cuts and bullet holes. Poor thing.
I remembered who that was, Jacob, my Jacob. I choked back a tearless sob.
"So, I hope you like what you see. Don't worry; I won't hurt you, just Renesmee. Bella, you two can always adopt, or take care of the kids. Nahul is so incapable. Or Edward, you can always have sex with a human; it will be half yours. It wouldn't be yours Bella, but oh, well." Jacob said.
He was standing opposite from the wolf form of himself. He was cut up, and blood was tangled in his beautiful hair. In his temple, there was a bullet hole. He was smiling me least favorite bitter sweet smile. If you've ever seen a corpse, then you know hoe disgusting and terrible he looked.
"Oh, Jacob. How are you here?!" I said.
"It's another wolf thing. My wolf body has to suffer it the imprint goes wrong. Even if I die. Then, however old I am, I come back those amount of years to get revenge on the killer of my imprint, or the object of my imprint. When I get my revenge, I become normal and finally get the peace I deserve." He said.
"Jacob, couldn't you do anything to stop this?" Edward said, finally speaking up.
"No," Jake replied softly.
"I could never kill you, or Bella, so again, no need to fear for your lives." Jake said.
"How about Nahul," I softly suggested.
"Possibly, I didn't think of that!" he exclaimed.
"Good, I never liked Nahul, I feel slightly better," I said. I remember how he watched me when we survived the attack from the Volturi. The day Irina died.
"Bella, I'm wicked sorry about Phil, Renee, and Charlie. I was trying to kill Nessie when she was over there. They got in the way!" Jake said.
"You know, you were the last person to die from your tribe, how does that work?" Edward mused.
I was upset because I just learned the killer of my parents. I never thought it would be my best friend. I should have asked that question.
"I've been protecting them from any form of harm. It's another wolf thing, it happens when you're a dead chief. The magic, or force, was really strong in me. Or even, an Alpha, or Beta," he smiled at my made up term. I smiled, too.
"So, how have things been going over here sense I've been dead?" Jake asked.
So Edward and I told him everything that's happened. He laughed really hard when Nessie sobbed for days when he died. She must have loved him sometime. Jake must have really missed us, too. Poor, Jake, he couldn't move on after he died, he just stayed under the ground, uncomfortable. He needed revenge. On my baby. She might not live; hopefully he'll kill Nahul instead. If not, well, I'll be damned.
So, how can I sit here, calmly talking to my parents' murderer, and possibly my daughter's or son-in-law's? Oh, that's right, I still love him! I'm so screwed. I chuckled without humor to myself.
The next thing I knew, I was in Edward's arms. Jacob was laughing to himself, and Edward was chuckling quietly in disapproval.
"What," I said drowsily.
"Hee, hee, let me explain, Bella. You see, werewolves can also get special powers. Well, you looked exhausted, so I made you fall asleep. I can make anybody fall asleep. I gave Edward a little nap, it's nice, huh?" Jake explained, obviously proud of himself.
"Damn, that was wicked helpful, thank you!" Edward said.
Jake and Edward laughed.
"I knew you would like that, you're welcome." he said.
"Hey, maybe while you're at it, you could make us human?" I said.
"Uh, no, sorry, that's Sam, but shh, you don't know that!" Jake said.
Thankfully, Jake went outside to get some fresh air and clean himself up a bit.
He was acting more alive.
"Bella, how strange was that?" Edward said, turning towards me on the loveseat.
"Wow, um, I really don't know. How could we talk to a murderer of people so close that we loved so much calmly?" He said.
We held each other's hands and traced patterns onto our hands, liked we used to, before Jake left.
"Love, I don't know," Edward said.
I was about to answer, or turn the quick peck on my lips into something more, but Jacob walked in before I could do or say anything.
God, he looked different! For better or worse, I don't know.