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Jacobs point of view:

I was going to die, I knew it. There was no way the pain I felt searing through my veins, seeming to scorch them, would save me. If I died right now, I wouldn't have minded at all. But all things must end even pure torture that seemed to last forever. When the horrid burning sensation ended, I opened my eyes, and what I saw astounded me. My surroundings were no different than they were three days ago. I was still in the Cullen's living room, surrounded by designer furniture. But every detail was breathtakingly clear, and sharp. The pale-on-pale color scheme looked the same, yet different. I could still easily identify the colors, yet they were so much brighter and clearer that it was like I'd never seen them before. I inhaled, unnecessary and deep, and a wide assortment of aromas enveloped me. Lemon, cedar, flowers, and one sickly sweet smell that I'd know anywhere, a combination of honey and lilac. Usually, it would leave a faint burning sensation in my nostrils, but now that I was no longer a werewolf, I could fully appreciate it.

My attention turned to Edward, the source of the intoxicating scent. Though technically, I wasn't a werewolf anymore, it seemed a small part of me still was, precisely the part that imprinted on him. He was inhumanly perfect, as he always was, but with my greatly enhanced vision, I could fully appreciate him. Every detail of his face was etched into my mind. I noted that his hand, still interlaced with mine, now felt warm almost, most likely because I was now as cold as he was.

Without warning, he leaned in toward me, pressing his icy lips to against my equally cold ones. I responded immediately, wrapping my arms around him without breaking it off. I felt the tip of his tongue meet with mine, almost shyly. I continued exploring the caverns of his mouth, but a burning sensation in my throat caught my attention, a faint echo of the pain of the venom. Unthinkingly, I put my hands to my throat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the thirst must be uncomfortable, shall we hunt?" he asked me, though he still had a weird expression in his eyes. Usually they were miserable, brooding. But now they danced with light…happiness.

"Uh sure" I agreed, but I wasn't exactly sure how to hunt. I'd never seen a vampire hunt before.

"Don't worry; it comes naturally" he said, hearing my thoughts.

I followed him to the clearing, at a speed I'd never thought possible, even as a werewolf. When we arrived, I tried to focus, closing my eyes, scanning for a scent. Quickly, I picked one up, a weak, slightly pungent aroma. Nonetheless, I followed it, too thirsty to be concerned with taste. Smoothly, I pounced into the air. I must have gone up about ten feet. It wasn't really necessary to tackle the deer from across the clearing, but I wanted to experiment with my newly obtained speed and strength. At long last, I cut through its primary artery as if it were butter with my steel-like teeth, greedily drinking the blood. The taste was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. It was thick, rich, and eased the fire in my throat. When the deer had been drained completely, I tossed it aside seeing no reason to dispose of its corpse. After hunting down about three more deer, I returned to Edward, who was watching me with and absorbed expression.

I picked up a sour odor, which was advancing toward us. The scent was all too familiar. I recognized it as Sam Uley and Embry. Panic washed over me. I'd been so caught up in Edward that I'd forgotten to consider the wolf pack.

He approached us slowly, Embry following him. Shock and anger filled his deep set black eyes.

"Cullen!" he screamed "How dare you? Do you have any idea how unstable and risky that was?"

"It was our only option, he would have died otherwise" Edward informed him calmly, and I nodded, at a loss for what else to do

"I'd rather see you dead!" Embry shot at me. That one hurt. Embry was shaking uncontrollably, whilst Sam was now cold and businesslike, repressing the rage.

"Did you have a choice in the matter?" he asked me gruffly

"Well, not at the time" I replied quietly "but it was this or death and I'd pick vampire life over death any day"

"Since you don't seem unstable or express any regret, I don't see any reason to attack. But you should see that the Volturi don't find out about this."

"Okay" I agreed, glad that it didn't get rough. I didn't want to fight my former pack

"We're going to have to leave Forks" Edward said, intertwining his fingers with mine once again

"True" I agreed "there's no way we can stay here"

"But where should we go?" he mused

"It doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm with you" I told him. We both sat in contented silence for a bit, just savoring each other's presence. Suddenly, we both glanced at each other

"Alaska" I suggested randomly

"Sounds good to me" he replied

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