Title: Monster
Author: ondragonflywing
Rating: M
Verse: Twilight
Claim: General
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight.
Character(s): Jacob, Bella
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Jacob has a bad reaction to Bella's plans for the future.
Prompt/Table: Crimes-Passion

I held Bella close to me. This was really goodbye. I'd refused to go to her wedding. She had insisted I was her best man, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't make myself watch her get married to a leech and throw her life away. I closed my eyes, enjoying the last few moments that I would ever have her in my arms, that I would ever see her.

"I love you," I murmured into her ear. She snuggled closer, the finality of it all finally weighing on her.

"You know Jake, it doesn't have to be like this," she said,"We can still be friends."

I felt my body twitch, begin to shake. I knew she could feel the thrumming too. "And I could what Bells, watch you marry him, stand by while you go through the transformation, while he kills you and turns you into something else, something that isn't you."

She stiffened in my arms and I knew I was ruining the moment, but I couldn't help it. What else was I supposed to say? Oh sure, Bells, sounds great, I'll take that front row seat to your monster transformation. I knew what it was like to wake up one day and realize you were something unreal. A monster. She had no idea what it would be like. It would be no honeymoon.

"Jake," she pleaded,"The blood lust only lasts for a while. One day I'll be me myself again."

"But you won't Bella," I said, my voice harsh and becoming colder by the minute. "You won't ever be the same again." I glared coldly at her,"Once you change, you're as good as dead to me." I could see the tears in her eyes and despite everything they still tore my heart into pieces. I reached out for her, brushing my hand against her cheek, brushing her tears away, allowing my fingers to become tangled in her hair. I pulled her slightly unwilling body towards mine. "Why can't you see that? Why can't you see that you're letting him kill you?"

She looked down at the floor silently,"He's who I want to spend the rest of my life with…" she trailed off.

"Then fine, do that," I used my hand in her hair to tilt her head up to look at me,"But don't change what you are. Don't die for him. Stay. Live."

"I…I can't," she faultered. She couldn't see a life in which she was normal and Edward was a vampire forever.

I felt my body begin to shake again and tried to calm myself, the hand tangled in her hair tightening. I could feel the wolf arguing with me for dominance. I knew I was probably hurting her as I grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her to me. I crashed my lips to hers. The monster in me wanted out. "Don't you love me, Bells?" I asked, barely controlling the tone of my voice.

"You know I do," she whimpered. Great, now she was afraid of me. That only served to frustrate and anger me further. Why couldn't I control myself.

"You can die for him, but you can't live for me?" I asked as my lips moved to her neck, my hand leaving her hair to rest on her shoulder around her neck. My thumb trailing gentle lines over her skin.

"Jake, he's who I want to spend forever with," I grimaced at her choice of words. Of course she wouldn't say her life with again. She would be more specific. It felt like she was ripping my heart out. She would literally die, lose herself to be with him. But she couldn't give living a shot to still at least be friends with me? I had to accept her as a monster or not at all?

The wolf was pushing forward and I grasped tightly to whatever I could, which happened to be Bella's neck and arm, to try and force the monster back. While I struggled with the beast, I didn't register anything in my surroundings. I didn't hear Bella's struggling breaths, I didn't hear her rasps. I didn't feel her trying to free herself from my steel grip. All I could concentrate on was not becoming a wolf here and now. "Then die for him," I growled out my permission for her plan.

It was then that I realized the weight of so much dead weight in my hands and I immediately snapped out of my daze to look down at Bella, dark bruises forming on her neck and wrist. Her lips turning blue from lack of oxygen. "Bells," I barely whispered as I dropped her body to the ground, and it fell without ceremony, like a rag doll. "Bella," I said again more panicked. It was only then that it sunk in, what I had done. I took one last look at her and ran for the forest, allowing the wolf, the most despised part of myself, to take over. A way to escape the pain of my actions.

Because one day you can wake up to find that you're a monster. And on that day, it is no honeymoon.