EPOV
I kicked it on reflex, and then remembered. This was Jacob. Bella's Jacob. The thought ripped through me like someone had torn me in half. Without thinking, I took a step back. Jacob didn't stop coming, and I was forced to fight back, or be killed.
"Do you -uff-really think -uff- Bella would love you -uff-if you killed me?" I broke up my words with well aimed kicks and punches.
"I KNOW SHE WOULD!!" he growled.
I spun, and crouched behind him. I sprang lithely on to his back, and he clawed at me. I cried out in pain as my whole arm went flying in to the woods. For half a second, I stared at my shoulder, true horror on my face. Fiercely, I punched and clawed at his face with my good (AN: cough cough only cough cough) hand. Finally, he fell to the ground, unconscious. Maybe even dead.
I looked toward the sky, praying that Bella would forgive me.
Then, I went in search of my lost appendage.
BPOV
I watched the whole thing from behind a tree, downwind from the battle. And if I could have cried, Forks would have been flooded by now.
I saw something white and solid fly from Edward, and heard his scream of pure agony, and saw briefly a look of pure shock and horror on his face. I walked silently away from the battle, the battle over me. While making my way around to look for his loss, I heard the battle quiet, and end. I wondered who won.
Suddenly falling, I landed on my face. That was a first as a vampire. I looked to see what I had tripped over, and gasped. It was Edward's arm, twisting and bending. I grabbed it, and ran back to the Cullen's. If Edward had won, he would come there.
Carlisle saw me first. I was shaking so hard with sobs; I didn't even make it to the house. Emmett was there, and he picked me up. When we were inside, jasper calmed me down. "What are you holding, Bella?" Carlisle asked quietly.
I sighed, and held out his arm. Everyone gasped. "Is he…?" Esme asked, scarred.
"I don't…I d-d-don't know, Esm-m-me." I said. My body and lip quivered. Just then, Edward's arm went crazy. It went flying through the air towards the door. Carlisle snagged it, and held it down.
"All right, who has my God damn arm?"
EPOV
I grimaced. My arm hurt so bad. As I approached the house, I sucked in air, and smiled. I knew one of them had found my missing body part. "Alright, who has my God damn arm?" I said. Bella gasped, and threw my arm to the ground. She ran to me, faster than any vampire, and hugged me. Normally I would have enjoyed this kind of intimacy, but I was in too much pain. "Arm, please?" She smiled a tiny smile, and handed it to me.
BPOV
Edward was in too much pain. I handed him his arm, and left him to healing. Alice started to follow, but I shook my head. I needed to be alone with my thoughts.
After a few minutes of running, but not paying attention to where I was going, I came to Jacob. My heart broke in to a million pieces. He was dead. (AN: ALMOST LEFT YOU THERE! SO CLOSE TO THIS CLIFFIE, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!!)
Then I smelled something. It smelled horrible, putrid. I never wanted to see the source of the smell. But the burning in my throat, like nothing could ever explain, betrayed my nose.
I realized what it was. Werewolf blood. I was suddenly being consumed by my thirst. I didn't care what it smelled like. It was blood, and I wanted it. And this time, no one was here to stop me.
That's why, hours later, Edward found me laying by Jacob, sobbing, breaking everything I could see, and screaming all the things that send you straight to hell. Like I wasn't going there anyway.
Because even though Jacob had already died, now he had not a drop of blood left in him.
Author's note: I got a review about torturing my readers…..do I? Do I really? (Looks a cliffie above) hmm….maybe I do….maybe it do….
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