A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Pyromaniac-Girl who gave me this idea. I'm sorry I won't be able to use your other idea! I only have 2 chapters left and frankly, I don't want it to outshine my finale! Lol. Read and review? Perhaps 350 reviews by the end ofthe finale? Enjoy!

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Dirty Work

Jacob wandered aimlessly over to the cliff's edge, a thin fog rolling in around his shaking body.

Why? His thoughts shouted from deep in the dark recesses of his mind, Why am I doing this? Is this what I really want? An easy way out from the turmoil that is my life?

Almost unconsciously, he took a step closer to the vertex that had been the downfall of many cliff-divers past. The troubled waters down below raged in the tempest, a howling wind whistling against the snowy crests of the ever rising waves.

Sniffing in the salty air, Jacob, in a moment of despair, took yet another step.

This is where she jumped… He mused silently as he stared down at the jagged rocks below. This is where Bella's life had almost ended.

And it would have, if only she jumped a little more to the left. Her life would have been stolen by the tremulous ocean waters and the crooked stones that jutted out from the briny pit.

He argued with himself briefly. The more sensible part of him told him that he should be back at the special meeting Billy and old Quil Atera had called in honor of Halloween. More of the packs' ancient legends were to be revealed to the younger members, giving them further insight into the background of their ancestors.

However, some part of him, unknown to Jacob at the current time, had compelled him to skip the meeting and spend the evening safely under the shadows of late evening.

Jump… A part of him called out. You know you want to. You know that she'd want you to.

She- Bella - had become his reason for living, but also the construction site for most of his pain. Deep down he knew that she would never have- and still couldn't -choose him. She was far too devoted to that leech.

Cullen, His mind spat.

Jump… The word reverberated throughout his entire being. Without a second thought, he swerved lightly to the left and let himself plummet off of the cliff.

From just across the border line, the sound of the splash was very distinct to the ears of a certain empath.

Releasing his detachment and bitterness, Jasper shook his head, trying to drop the feeling of self-loathing that Jacob had been feeling.

Sure, he had just intentionally ended the life of one of his enemies, his families enemies, but was it really a crime? After all, he had just ensured his brother and his soon-to-be sister the happily ever after they had both deserved.

Turning around, he bounded over to the Mercedes and hopped in the driver's side. Slamming on the gas, he thought, Hell will freeze over before I ever let Rosalie and Emmett talk me into doing their dirty work again…