I'm so sorry for the long wait, everyone! I know that had to get annoying. Senior year was just kicking my butt but finally it's almost over and I can focus now on having fun during the summer and updating this story more frequently for those who still read it. Thanks so much for being patient, the next chapter will be coming shortly (I already have half done).

JACOB'S POV:

The last thing I remember was Edwards piercing eyes on my face before I saw the trees blurring past. I had run into the forest, gone from the pain and realization. Why I didn't stop was beyond me, my feet just kept pounding into the dirt, dragging me farther and farther away. The adrenaline that pumped through my veins did nothing to soothe my aching heart, and the faster I went the faster it sent that feeling of emptiness through my body. I should have never gotten involved with the damn leeches in the first place, which was all too clear now. A rumble in the sky shook the ground and I glanced up – it was about to storm. How appropriate. Finally I slowed down enough to look for a decent place to sit and rest while it passed.

There was a large Oak tree to my right, so I sat down among its giant roots sticking out from the ground and made myself comfortable. Usually I'd turn into a wolf to hide from my sorrows', it seemed to work before, but I had no energy. The wind blew a violent gust against me and the tree but I didn't even blink, too lost in thought to care. Why did it seem like everything was always against me? I couldn't figure it out. Just as soon as I thought I'd gotten things straightened up and taken care of, this happens and my plans go to hell. My head thunked against the wood as I leaned it back, closing my eyes and sighing very audibly.

'I tried so hard…Edward…'

Another rumble vibrated through the grass and slowly rain drops began to fall. I felt them hit my legs, which were sticking out from the cover of the tree leaves. The cold feeling made me twitch, thinking of whenever Edward and I would make accidental contact, or how he was like a walking ice sculpture. So perfect in every way…except personality, that is. I brought my legs closer to my body, keeping them warm and away from the water. The sky soon turned pitch black with little patches of grey, wind picking up even more, blowing around the branches and some smaller trees. My eyes remained closed as I moved my head so it was against my knees. The storm, in its own way, was a comfort.

There was this sudden tingle going down my spine and I shivered a bit, but it wasn't from the cold. I opened one eye, looking in the direction my head was facing, and could see nothing. It was only when I heard a small snap to my other side that I moved, jumping up to face whatever made that noise. A small raccoon stared right back at me, seeming just as frightened as I was, and it quickly scurried back into the bushes. I laughed, shaking my head and rubbing the water off one arm. The next thing I knew I was slammed up against the trunk of the oak tree, a clawed hand digging into its bark beside my face. No doubt it was a vampire, the smell was nauseating. Quickly I ducked down, below them, and grabbed one leg. They squirmed but I had a good grip and quickly threw them back into the trees. A second later there was a stinging pain against my back but I moved in time, elbowing whoever it was in the face. As soon as there was some distance between us I turned, nothing but red eyes showing in the darkness. The thunder roared above us – as if it knew something bad was happening.

"Who the fuck are you?" I yelled, putting one hand over the cut on my lower back that was beginning to burn. The vampire stood up straight, walking a few steps closer.

"You mean you don't remember me?" he, or at least it sounded like a male voice, asked in a mock-hurt tone. I tried hard to place that smell, because it did seem so familiar, but I was only drawing blanks.

Before I could blink he was right in front of me, one hand gripping my throat, "It's me, you worthless dog. James."

My eyes widened for a split second before I was lifted off the ground. He smiled, that same cocky grin, and tightened his hold.

"I'm hurt you don't seem to recall who I am."

"Oh, I know" I gasped between clenches of his fingers, "Just who you are. You a-asshole…"

That smile only seemed to grow, "Should've saved your breath on that last part. I know exactly what I am." Right as he finished he slammed me into the ground, a loud crack ringing in my ears as one rib shattered. There was a small trickle of blood coming out the corner of my mouth as I struggled to get some control. Using the last bit of my strength I lifted my legs against his chest and pushed as hard as I could, sending him toward the tree once more.

There was no way I could stand right away; too busy with a coughing fit to even move. The air felt good against my strained lungs, but I couldn't take in full deep breaths or a sharp pain soared through my chest. Over the crack of lightning I could hear James laugh and begin to walk toward me again. Managing to sit up against my hands I could see him clearly in the flash of light, and he looked even sicker than last time. Shakily I got to my feet, trying to play it off like I wasn't ready to pass out. There was no way I'd show weakness.

"So where's your precious Edward?" he asked after circling me once, going around to do it again. It was my turn to smirk, even though my heart felt like it wanted to break.

"That's none of your business, now is it?"

He wiped his damp hair back with one hand, cracking the knuckles on the other while he moved. "Don't play games with me."

"No games, just truth."

Snarling, he faced me once more and stood still, "Enough of your bullshit, mutt, either you tell me where Cullen is or I find out the hard way."