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EPOV

Seth and I had decided to head back to the tent after only an hour, seeing as the scent trail had led us nowhere. I opened the entrance to the tent expecting to see Bella and the dog still huddled together in her sleeping bag with Bella sleeping soundly, but what I found when I entered was far from my expectations. I could not believe what I was seeing. Why the hell did I not trust my instincts sooner? I was right, something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Bella was lying naked on top of the sleeping bag with her hands tied in a scarf above her head and another scarf around her mouth. Jacob was hovering over her with a menacingly triumphant look on his face. As soon as Bella saw me, she tried to scream my name behind the scarf. I furious. I was more than furious. What the fuck was that mutt think he was doing? Of course I knew what he was thinking, but why would he even try when he knew I would surely kill him. Almost as if he could read my thoughts he pulled his sweatpants back on just in time before I pounced on him.

A loud angry growl formed deep in my chest. I pinned him to the ground with my vampire strength, not caring how much damage I did. At that moment, I remembered that he could transform and hurt Bella even more than he already had.

"Seth! Take Bella outside! Help her back into her clothes, transform, and keep her warm!" This won't take long, I thought to myself in evil contentment. Seth did as I told him, hurriedly removing Bella's restraints and helping her with her clothes as they went outside into the freezing cold. They were outside just in time; Jacob had just transformed into a wolf while still pinned to the ground. I growled louder.

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS? HUH, MUTT?" I screamed at him. He pushed me backwards so he was now hovering over me... almost how he was hovering over Bella just a moment ago. He barked and growled into my face. He smelled horrid, but that was the least of my worries.

Oooh, the little bloodsucker is jealous. You know, envy is a terrible sin, Edward, he thought to me in feigned reverence. Did he really want to be killed? "Oh, yeah? Well so is RAPE!" I shouted at him as I pushed him off of me and into the other side of the tent. The weak structure of it threatened to give way, but it did not, not yet. I lunged at him and ripped at his throat with my venom-soaked teeth. He howled in pain as his blood flooded my mouth. I hastily spit it out, not wanting to taste a werewolf's stagnant blood. The air was quickly filling with deafening barks and growls.

Outside of the tent I could hear Bella's cries. "STOP! STOP!" she sobbed, probably into Seth's heat emitting fur. "Edward! STOP! PLEASE, EDWARD!" Did she really think I was going to lose to this mutt? I wasn't going to let him see tomorrow, not going to ever let him see my Bella like that ever again, never going to let him hurt her again, never. A powerful swat of a sharp claw against my face awoke me from my violent fantasizing. I didn't need to fantasize, now that he was right there in front of me, just waiting to be ripped to shreds. And if that was the case, I mustn't make him wait any longer.

I could already feel the slash across my face healing as I tore my teeth into his left shoulder. I glanced at where he had previously been bleeding, to find only a pinkish brown scar. You have to be kidding me. Could werewolves heal quickly like vampires? Did Bella know about this? "ARRGGHHH!" I screamed as another blow from his muscular paw swiped my neck. I had had enough. I was going to end this. He will die. He will die painfully. He will die painfully and go to hell. I sprang toward him and grabbed him by the throat.

Do you really want to kill me? Bella loves me. Don't you remember that I was the one that was there when you ever so politely LEFT HER? I was here when you weren't. If you kill me, Bella will never speak with you again, and it will be ALL. YOUR. FAULT...

At that I ripped a chunk of flesh out of his shoulder, leaving him whimpering and bleeding. I knew it would heal fast, so I didn't have too much time to antagonize him. "Do you really think she would ever talk to you again after this, even if I didn't kill you? Do you really think she would remember what good things you did for her after you unmercifully RAPED her? And if I should let you live, do you really think I would allow you to ever speak to her again?" I let him ponder this for a moment before I took yet another bite of flesh out of his other shoulder. His previously lost tissue had already been mostly replaced. I pulled a piece of mulch from the ground and impaled it through one of his paws. He whimpered again in pain. I thrust another piece of mulch into the other. I was covered in rancid dog's blood. He began to slowly return to his human form. Not until then did I really see the damage I had done. I was a monster. A monster that I always tried my hardest to conceal, to rid myself of. I truly was a terrible creature. A creature straight from hell.

Yes, he was a werewolf. Yes, he had just molested and raped my love, my Bella. Yes, he was my mortal (sort of) enemy by birth and by pure hatred, but I could not kill him. I would not kill him. I will not give into my hell-born instincts. He was there for Bella when I was not. That does not, however, excuse him from his vile actions, but he does not deserve to be killed. To be killed, by me at least. If he was to be killed by anyone, or anything, it would be the guilt that would most likely consume him, eventually. I looked down at his human form. I watched him bleed and heal, bleed and heal. He would have those scars forever, but at least they would remind him of the actions consequences that resulted in them.

There will be another chapter after this one, probably not as long, though!