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He tied the hand-made necklace around my neck, adjusting it slightly. He helped me braid my hair, keeping it out the way, and tied up the end. He was helping me put on the accessories I needed for today, and I was relieved. I wanted to be with him alone before the fight. His hands stayed on both sides of my shoulders, and he gazed at me. We didn't say anything; we just stared at each other, emotions deep in our eyes. My eyes started to burn, and I swallowed thickly.
"Edward...I can't lose you." I whispered, and blinked my eyes quickly, water collecting inside them. He didn't say anything; he just pulled me to his chest. He held me close, tighter than he's ever had before. His cold body created goose-bumps all over me, and I welcomed it gratefully. I'm the hot to his cold, the down to his up. I need him, and he needs me. I'm the imprinter, and he's the imprint. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and pressed my body against his. We didn't say a word; we just stood there, embracing like there was no end. Reluctantly, I pulled away, and looked up into his face. His eyebrows were scrunched together in frustration, and his usual smirk was wiped away. Worry lay deep in his eyes, and I knew what he was worried about.
"You will win, Edward. I know this." I said reassuringly. He looked doubtful at my words, and nodded. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, his cool lips planted on my skin for a few seconds. I felt my knees shake, and I blushed. His finger grazed my chin, and lifted my head. He stared at me, his eyes serious and focused.
"You will not lose me. I have to win. Failure is not an option." He whispered. I smiled weakly, and kissed his cheek. He rubbed the place where my lips touched him, and he smiled softly.
"Let's do this." I smiled, and Edward and I left the room. Edward carried me, and ran us to the reservation. We entered the heart of the Quileute tribe, the Elder's domain. Edward's coven was all there, and so was my pack. Everyone's eyes flashed to me, and I felt uncomfortable under their gazes. My pack was watching me with hunger, their eyes dilated and big. Edward's arm went around my shoulders, and I relaxed into his side. The Chief stood on a podium, confident and wise.
"Today is the day of Jacob Black's ritual. Contestants will fight over the right to claim the mighty female. Here are the rules: the female will pick one person to fight. We, the elders, will also pick one person that is the strongest in the pack. Then our brother pack will send one person to also fight, and he will join in the ritual. The first fight is between Edward, and our choice, Quil." The chief looked at Quil, who stood up straight, and swelled with pride. Embry looked at Quil, jealousy written all over his face. I shuttered, flashbacks of when Embry kidnapped me still haunt my mind.
"Whoever wins that match will proceed to the final round, and fight our brother pack's fighter." The chief looked at Edward and Quil expectantly, and they both nodded.
"Come. We will go to the battle grounds, and commence with the ritual." The chief walked off the podium, and the other elders followed him. So did we. We walked outside, to the greener side of the reservation. We stood in an open space, isolated by tall, thick trees. The chief stood in the middle, and beckon me to stand beside them. Everyone stood around us, like a giant circle, and we were in the middle. The chief placed his index fingers on both sides of my temples, and a burning sensation nicked at my skin.
"Muse. Muse come out, I know you are there." The chief's voice rang in my head. I stared at the chief, and he stared at me.
"I am here...brother." My wolf spoke in my mind. Brother? The chief is Muse's brother?
"Do you know what you are doing? Are you making Jacob have feelings for Edward? Do not use this boy for your own selfish needs." The chief's angry voice boomed in my head, and I could feel Muse flinch from his tone.
"No, brother, I am not using him. He likes Edward; it is his feelings, not mine. I don't want to interfere; I hope Jacob gets to live a happy life, even though I couldn't." I could feel the sadness radiate off of Muse, and I felt ashamed. He has to watch me live my life, when he couldn't.
"Very well. If the outcome of the final battle doesn't to please Jacob, do not influence him. It will end with pain...you of all people know that." The chief looked guilty, and I could feel Muse start to fade.
"Yes of course. You have my word, brother...goodbye." Muse's voice was growing weak.
"Goodbye...Muse." The chief closed his eyes, and then opened them. He let go of my face, and turned to face everyone.
"The ritual is over. Now onto the first fight, Edward and Quil." The chief called out to them, and they walked into the middle.
"No killing. I don't want anyone to die on Quileute ground. Once you have the other in submission, the round is over. And the victor shall wait for our brother pack to arrive." The chief explained to Edward and Quil. They both nodded, and got into defensive positions. The chief tugged on my arm, and we went to stand with the bystanders.
"Fight!" The chief waved his hand. And the fight began.
Edward and Quil circled each other, growling loudly. I felt panic rise inside me, what if Edward hurts Quil? What if Quil hurts Edward? Quil swiped at Edward, and Edward dodged it easily. Then Quil got on all fours, and transformed. He turned into his gigantic, dark wolf again, and charged at Edward. Edward collided with Quil, and Quil bounced off him on impact. He laid on the floor, whining softly, licking his leg. Then he got up, snarled, and charged at Edward again. He grabbed Edward, chewing on his body.
"No!!! Edward!" I screamed as Quil devoured Edward. Edward was gone. I collapsed to the floor, and watched as Quil barked enthusiastically.
"Quil! I said no killing!" The chief shouted angrily, the elders holding onto him. Quil won, I can't believe it. I cried, loudly, and Alice came to rub my back.
"He's ok, Jacob. Watch." Alice smiled. I looked up, and saw Quil lying on the ground, whimpering in pain. I watched, amazed, as something moved inside Quil's stomach. Oh god, that's Edward.
"Please Edward! Don't kill Quil! Don't!" I screamed, knowing he can hear me. I watched as the mass moved up Quil's esophagus, and Quil started to gag. He threw up, bile splashing on the floor, and then he coughed madly. And Edward was spitted onto the ground. I yelled out, and ran to Edward, who was covered in green throw up.
"You're alive! Thank god!" I hugged him, not caring that he smelt horrible.
"It was so gross in there. Whoa. I'm going to be haunted by this forever." He muttered, but he smiled crookedly. Quil laid back on the floor, whimpering, and Edward smiled wider.
"He says he surrenders. His stomach hurts." Edward smirked.
"That is the end of the first round. Edward shall advance to the final round. It will start tomorrow." The chief declared, and started walking back to his domain. The elders followed him.
"Yayy! Eddie won!" Alice tackled Edward, hugging him tightly. Edward rolled his eyes.
"Dude. That was so nasty. It was like that Alien movie was going on inside Quil." Emmett laughed.
"You should have killed him. Screw the rules." Rosalie muttered, looking in a compact mirror.
"Fuck you. Who asked you to come anyway?!" I growled, and Edward held on to my arm. Rosalie sneered at me, and walked away with Emmett.
"Let's go home." Edward kissed my hand, and stood up.
"Yeah, let's go. We have a long day tomorrow, and you need a bath." I smiled at Edward.
"Eww. You're right." Edward laughed, examining his bile covered shirt. We all laughed, grateful that Edward won the match. I knew he could do it.
Haha. Edward got eaten! Eww! Lol review! Oh and I'm making this a 3 part chapter. I just couldn't fit all the juicy details in 2 chapters. Yayy! There was a major mistake in here, and I'm happy ibrakeforwearwolfs pointed it out. Thanks. Hehe.