This one was originally two chapters which is why is switches at a bit of a weird point, but i thought the first bit was too short to be a proper chapter. Review pleasseee!! xx

Bella's Point of View

Jacob's tone made me look up. His tongue kept flickering over his lips, something he only did when he was nervous, and his hand was raking through his shot hair, even though his voice was even.

I met his eyes, and was surprised. There was something there, hiding behind the nervousness. Something alive and thriving. Something called love.

I only recognised it because that was the look that Edward had used to get in his eyes when he had looked at me. That dancing, bright kind of love.

And then I knew what was coming before Jacob even opened his mouth.

"Bella. I'm in love with somebody else."

Silence stretched after his words. I waited for the hurt, the anger, the confusion that I knew I should have been feeling after just finding out that my husband was cheating on me- but all I could feel was a sudden sense of rushing relief.

Relief that this, here now- was a clear end. Relief that finally somebody else could give my best friend the love he so deserved. Relief the lie was over. Relief for me- that I was finally, finally free.

"How long?" I asked quietly, my voice as even as his, though inside me a battle was raging as I tried to sort out my feelings.

Jacob looked anguished. "Only just now, Bella. I…I kissed Leah. And then im…imprinted."

"Leah?" I picked out the name with surprise. Jacob's eyes seemed to go soft at the mere sound of her name. Just like Edward's had used to…

Then my brain started to mull through the rest of the sentence. "Wait- imprinted?" I gasped.

Jacob sighed and raked a hand through his hair again, making is stand on end. "Yeah. When I kissed her, she turned back into a human- as female wolves do when they fall in love- and then when I opened my eyes- I imprinted on her."

I noticed how he stressed that he had kissed her, and realised that he was trying to make sure that I didn't pass off the blame of Leah.

Jacob's eyes were flashing over my face anxiously, waiting for my reaction.

"Bella," He whispered. "I am so, so sorry. I feel horrible. I just…I can't help it. Imprinting is natural to us…I just…Oh Bella- can't you say something?"

"Hu?" I glanced up as Jacob's word all came rushing at me at once. I frowned, trying to work out my feelings. Why wasn't I upset? This was the end of my marriage! So why did I feel sort of…pleased for him, the way one friend would feel happy for another.

I looked up to find that Jake was still staring at me, hit top teeth nervously chewing at his bottom lip.

I didn't want to be the reason for his anguish. I raised my hand and, with one finger, tried to smooth out the frown lines that were tracing their way across his forehead.

"It's okay." I whispered. "We finished long ago."

"I know." Jacob said, his voice thick, and then he pulled me into a hug. And for the first time since we had started going out, we were finally easy, natural again. I closed my eyes. It was nice not to have to pretend anymore.

But as soon as we broke apart, the last seven years came rushing back like a tidal wave, pulling us under, threatening to drown us completely.

What were we to say? What were we to do now that we were finally through? Staring, with no mistake, at then end of what had always been a path with a dead end?

And then the tears were coming, and not because I didn't want him to go, or because I didn't want all this to end- because I did, I really, really did. I cried because as I had hugged him, I had realised that we would never be able to go back to how we were. Bella and Jacob. Having fun, laughing- just being there for each other. Sitting on the beach, going to the cinema, slowly learning about each other. Doing homework, building motor bikes.

So cried for the lost girl inside of me, huge heart broken sobs. Because I missed her- I really, really did.

"Don't cry, Bells- please." Jacob begged, pulling me close to him again, but this time it brought none of the relief it had last time.

I pulled away, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "I'm happy for you, Jake." I wailed.

"Then why are you crying?" He asked, perplexed.

"Because…because…" I struggled with myself for a moment, then met his big, dark innocent eyes- and stopped. I wouldn't tell him. I would let him walk away still thinking that we could be friends. He would only learn in time anyway.

I took a deep breath. "You look like you've got your own personal sun shining away in your eyes," I told him, trying to change the subject- then smiled as a memory from a long time ago came drifting back.

"What?"

"Nothing…" I muttered, but Jacob opened his mouth furiously, obviously deciding that this was not a sufficient answer. "Okay, okay- fine! I was just remembering…when we first started hanging out, that was how I used to think of you. My own little sunshine."

Jacob smiled sadly. "Do you want me to go?" He asked quietly.

I hesitated, then nodded, sighing heavily. He reached out his arms, and for a moment, I thought he wanted to hug me again, but then he simply slipped Silver out my arms and kissed her little button nose.

He glanced up at me. "Shall we talk about…the house later?"

I hadn't thought about that. He was right. We'd have to sell the house. We'd both have to move, though I guess that he and Leah would just get a place together.

I nodded glumly, and took Lyra back. "See you…soon, then."

"Yeah. Bye." Looking embarrassed, Jacob half waved, then turned and nearly sprinted out the door. I waited for a moment, then went over to the window, and looked out at the forest.

Leah was waiting for him about a meter into the forest, still in clear view of the house. She smiled as Jake ran up to her and took her hand, raising her face to his…I looked away.

I didn't want to see anymore.

I sighed and looked around the suddenly empty house. We would get a divorce, I thought dully. He would get re- married. I would stay alone.

I felt suddenly…unwanted. The one person that I had always continued on wanting me, always needing me- was Jacob. But now he too had got sick of me and moved on.

Just like Edward.

I suddenly felt exhausted. My eyes were heavy, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I picked up Lyra, and dragged myself upstairs, slipping her into her crib beside my bed, dropping some of her toys in beside her.

Then, I yanked the curtains shut, averting my eyes from the forest where Leah and Jacob were still kissing, then slid into my bed, throwing my quilt over my head.

I was asleep with in minuets.

Chapter Seven- Victoria's Revenge

Victoria's Point Of Views

Being an immortal vampire, I know how to wait.

I could wait for centuries, living years as if they were mere days, if I wanted to wait for that one opportune moment.

So waiting seven simple years for Bella was not a difficult task.

It was admitted that I could have attacked the human while she was weak and venerable after her vampire had left hr, but it felt too easy- too simple. She wanted death to come and find her- I would only be making it simple for her, and as Edward had already left her, it irritated me to think that he got off so easily.

I had never felt so angry as when I found out that Edward had left his human. After all he had done those short months ago, after the death of my James- he had simply left her, cast her aside like an unwanted toy. No, I didn't see why he should get of so easily.

I had been sure that he would come back in time, so I hung around, watching the girl's every move…waiting, waiting, waiting.

But he had never come. At first I had been annoyed- irritated that is would just be another simple kill that could barely make up for James' death- but then the boy had come.

The second that his foul stench had met my nostrils- I had known what he was. A werewolf. The lowest of vermin, the scum of society. The only thing that I was thirsty for its death as much as Edward and Bella's.

Finally, it was getting exciting.

I had wondered when to attack. I wanted it to hurt the boy, wanted the pain to be so crippling that it would kill him too- so that meant waiting.

I waited while they went out, started to get to know each other, constantly tiptoeing around one another. After a mere year, they moved in together, and not a year later- they were married.

That was my cue. I slunk over to their house after night had fallen, my light footsteps not making even the tiniest of sounds as they touched the leaf covered forest floor. The forest stunk of werewolf's, and with my trained nose, I could work out that Bella's werewolf was out, in the forest. I had heard them talking, their voices drifting to me sitting a mile away by the sea, as clear as if they were next to me.

"I'm going out for a run, Bells- okay?" The boy had said.

"Hmmm?" Bella had seemed distracted.

"I'm going for a run. I'll be back in an hour."

"Oh. Right."

One hour. That was all I had. I wasn't sure how strong the werewolf was, and after James' death, I wasn't about to make the same mistake as him and underestimate people.

I listened to him leave the forest and set off at a run, then I ducked back into the forest and sprinted to the house.

She was upstairs. I could feel her heart beat, steady and strong. But not for much longer. I thought smugly, as I climbed effortlessly up the wall.

Bella was in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bath, with something balancing beside her. Her head was tilted upwards, staring at the ceiling, her hair falling down her back.

Her lips were barely mouthing words that no human would ever have been able to hear.

"Please, please, please, please…" She muttered.

I frowned, and glanced down at the thing beside her. My sharp eyes recognised it at once, and my eyes widened.

A pregnancy test.

At the same time as the words crossed my mind, Bella lent down and picked it up, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Please, please- please make it a negative." She whispered, then her eyes opened.

I knew the results before she did.

A positive.

Bella held it in her hand for a very long minuet, her eyes flashing over the small black word. Then, suddenly, her hand dropped down to her stomach, and she squeaked, even though she could have only been weeks gone, as her stomach was still flat. Her expression shifted- her eyes were suddenly alight with new found excitement as hr thumb rubbed circles against her blue top.

She was pleased.

I dropped silently away from the window, landing, cat like, on the ground, my mind racing.

She was pregnant. In nine months, she would be cradling her new born baby in her arms, cooing down at it, watching it grow…well that changed things.

That changed everything.

Because if I killed Bella now, no matter how much pain I caused her- it would all be over in less than an hour- just in time for her werewolf lover were arrive home and find his wife, dead on the floor. So he, the misfortunate husband, would feel all the pain I so yearned for Bella- but she would be dead unable to feel anything.

Was that really enough?

The answer was simple.

No.

She had to suffer. She had to feel the pain of her loosing Edward over and over again, a thousand times worse. I wanted to break her from inside before I killed her on the outside.

So I waited. I waited for nine months, until she finally gave birth to the brat child. For a year, I watched as, with each passing day, Bella fell more and more in love with the baby.

I was planning to wait until the child was at least four- old enough to be able to scream for pain and mercy- but when she was a mere one year old, I heard something which changed everything.

The werewolf was leaving Bella.

I was ecstatic. Yet another heart break, another thing to rip the human up with! And now that the werewolf wasn't around the protect her- there was no better time to attack.

The front door wasn't locked. I chuckled softly to myself as I stepped silently inside. This was too easy.

They were both upstairs. Mother and child. I could hear both heartbeats, beating rhythmically at different times.

I was up the stairs at stood at the foot of Bella's bed in less than a second. She slept on, frowning in her sleep, muttering to herself. She wasn't even aware that she was seconds away from death.

I turned to the crib that was stood along side her bed. The child in it was more aware than her mother, and not asleep. She looked up when I appeared, and her bright silver eyes widened for a moment as she considered whether to cry or not.

I padded slowly closer, cooing to her under my breath. "Quiet, baby, quiet. It will all be over soon. You'll be dead soon."

Not understanding my words, she listening to the soft cooing sound, and smiled, holding out her chubby arms to me to be picked up.

I slid out my hands, and caught her under her arms. She registered my icy touch, and her bottom lip trembled. In a flash, I held her close to me, stifling the sound. How easy it would be to just kill her now. One soft touch to the head- and she would never cry again.

I forced myself to think of Bella's pain, and resisted. I had to be gentle enough not to kill her.

I lowered one frozen finger, and ran it along the stretch of her arm, my thin nail slicing open her thin skin. Blood oozed out the cut, and at once, my vampire instincts were alive with thirst- but I had to ignore it. I would kill Bella in every way possible.

The child screamed out, and Bella jolted awake.

"Silver?" She murmured, not really coherent, raising one fist to rub the sleep from her eyes. She looked up, her eyes searching for the crib. When she found it empty, she sat straight up- and her eyes flashed straight to meet mine as I stood in the corner of the room, my red hair falling into my eyes, her baby cradled in my arms with her blood running over my fingers.

"Oh!" Bella gasped, then her face went white. "Please- don't touch Lyra. Please- I'll do anything. Anything! I promise you! Kill me, just please, please, please leave…"

"Stop." My order was quiet, my voice controlled, but Bella bit back her words at once, her top teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as her agonised eyes flashed back to her daughter. "Do you remember me, Bella?"

Bella nodded her head stiffly.

"I can't hear you, Bella." I said sweetly, then bent the baby's arm backwards so that she screamed again.

Bella's hands flew to her cheeks. "Wait! Wait- please. Don't hurt her. Of course I remember you."

I strolled around the edge of the bed, my blood red eyes gazing intently at her. "Ah- what happened to you, Bella? You look terrible."

She barely seemed to hear me.

"Though, if I remember correctly, last time you were with some vampire. Weren't you sort of a pet of the Cullen's?" Bella winced at the sound of their name, and I pounced on her reaction.

"But it was one of them you were really close to, weren't you?" I whispered, moving even closer. For the first time since she had woken up- Bella ripped her eyes away from her baby's face.

"Don't." She whispered, her voice broken and trembling. "Please…"

"Edward!" I whispered viciously, and Bella let out a dry sob. She held out trembling arms to the child, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Just let me take Lyra. Please- she's just a baby…"

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you, Bella?" I asked conversationally.

"Please…"

"Seven years. I was just going to kill you off when Edward left, but then I decided against it. You were getting close to your new man- and surely there's better ways to hurt you?"

Bella's eyes flashed to mine. "You've hurt Jake?" She cried.

"Me?" I scoffed. "Touch a werewolf?" My eyes flashed as my sly smile came back. "No. I'm waiting until after I've killed you two to deal with him."

"Both of us?" She cried. "No! Please! Victoria, she's just a baby! This is nothing to do with her- nothing!"

"No!" I hissed. "This is everything to do with her, because she has you as a mother! You- a worthless, unwanted, unlovable, human murderer!" I spat the last word, but, to my disgust- she didn't even wince.

Wanting to hear her scream, I pulled back the baby's arm- and heard a crack. Was it her arm breaking? Or Bella's heart cracking in half? I couldn't decide which would be better.

"And now," I hissed, the anger bubbling inside of me, "You, Bella Swan, will sit and watch your baby die before I turn on you- just like you watching my James die!"

Bella screamed out, the tears running freely down her cheeks now. "I'm sorry, Victoria! I'm sorry! Please, kill me- just leave Lyra!"

I laughed loudly, the sound dancing around the room, mixing in with the baby's screams, and Bella's heaving heart broken sobs.

Taking a deep breath, savouring the moment, I shook back my hair- and strolled slowly towards my victim.

Renee's Point of View