Author's Note: WARNING: Rape, Abuse, Violence, Controversial Views, Heterosexual and Homosexual Sex, Language and Mpreg in this story. Also major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I've also started, instead of changing the bold and italic things for points of views, to just label what it's going to be. Hope that makes the story more readable.

Threefold

Chapter Sixteen

Kayne;

The wolf was beginning to get desperate; days of searching in and around the National Park and turning up without hide nor hair of the Alpha's mate wearing down on his already-short temper. Wherever Edward had been taken, or gone, the wolves couldn't find him. Slowly, Kayne could feel…well, that was just it. He couldn't feel anything; there was just a driving instinct now, but no real thought behind it. His human had told him to find Edward and he'd failed but now…a few days ago it had seemed blindingly obvious why Kayne needed to find Edward, but as the hours crept by with their deadly certainty the russet Alpha was losing himself, losing the human part of him. He could almost see Jacob fading away in front of his eyes.

That caused his moods to change, shift. He became snappier, more like the animal he'd never been allowed to be. He would be following a scent then abruptly change tack, fickle animal mind never able to focus on one thing for very long unless it was a hunt. Reason faded with cognisance and left the russet, chocolate and sandy wolves alone.

Completely, utterly alone.

But there was one thing they remembered with stark clarity; who had done this to them.

What remained of the Reservation Pack was out for blood; Abel's blood, to be precise. The burn of unfinished business was like a forest fire in the Alpha's head and in his heart; if it was the last thing Kayne did, he would watch Abel bleed, watch his blood nourish the next generation of flora in this god-forsaken, monochrome habitat.

There was no logic, no thought. Just driving need. It was hunger that commanded Jensen and Akira follow Kayne when a scent told him of fresh blood nearby. It was instinct that had them form an arrowhead shape, each wolf managing to keep pace with the others flawlessly as they forced their bodies past rough bark and lashing tree limbs. They drove themselves without mercy, screams of their victims falling on deaf ears as they bore down on the humans - two hikers or hunters or perhaps students out for a walk. The wolves didn't know and they didn't care.

They lacked the ability.

Kayne didn't even notice when he bore down on the largest one, letting his subordinates take their fill of the weaker human companion. It didn't register in his mind the shouts, from three humans.

Three.

Jacob could only watch in horror as his Wolf no longer paid attention to him, didn't seem to be able to see or hear him as bloodied teeth and claws tore through human flesh, severing tendons to get to crunchy bone and healthy organs, saturated with the blood that Kayne now found himself depending on. The Alpha took the liver, the kidneys, the heart. He barely took notice of the muscle and softer flesh he had once found so favourable. No, the Alpha was being specific now; he wanted blood and by God he would get it. Red blended with russet until the colours seemed natural around Kayne's jaw, coating the front of his fur and matting it in a gross collage of dirt and blood and hair.

Jacob could only stand in silence, his voice mute and throat raw as his wolf destroyed the creatures he had sworn to keep safe, and all for food.

Jacob;

I had to get out of here. I had to break through the cage Sam had forced me into; my Wolf had managed it. Why couldn't I?

I'd tried to hide it but slowly…I was becoming aware. Like, more aware than I should be, if you know what I mean. Hell, I don't even know what I mean…how can I expect anyone else to? It's just…my father once told me about the Spirit Walks our Tribe could theoretically take; one would have to be close to death or in a very deep meditation, but apparently during these Walks or whatever a person became so aware of everything around them. That's the only way I can really describe that, and I was feeling it.

I was starting to fade away. The human side of me was fading away.

And if that happened there was no way in Hell I'd be able to save Edward, to save my child. I had to do that, I had to get the hell out of here. If not for me, for him and the Unborn that, for all I knew, was no longer alive. Or in existence.

Whatever.

Carlisle was going to pay hell for this. I knew that my Wolf would have been able to find Edward if he had just run away; his scent was ingrained onto my memory and therefore my Wolf's and if anyone could find Edward it was him, and since he'd obviously come up blank - I made an effort to push the image of the hikers from my mind - that meant something - or someone - else had something to do with Edward's disappearance.

Carlisle, perhaps.

Or Bella.

Maybe even Jasper.

"Damn. When I get out of here there's a lot of people I'm going to have to kill."

I don't know why I spoke aloud, really. It's not like there was anyone who could hear me. Not even my Wolf was responding to me anymore, and that was worrying. How long had I been in here? I was vaguely aware of the sun rising and setting, rising and setting again but I'd been so…I don't know…lost and unfocused that I hadn't even bothered to keep track.

I guess I hadn't planned to be in here that long.

Well, that's what I get for not thinking ahead.

But I don't know…everything seemed so silent, like the mute barrier that blocked anyone from seeing or hearing me worked both ways. Or maybe it was because I was beginning to drift away from this world - I was holding on as much as I could but it's hard not to drift away when you have no idea what the fuck you're holding onto. The bird-calls seemed silent, like I was hearing them through ears stuffed with cotton balls or something, and the colours were beginning to fade away from the world; the green was no longer so vibrant, the red and gold of autumn leaves no longer made any difference between the flat mud of the ground.

I was trying to focus them again, make them brighter in my head so that I could see them, but I don't know…it was hard. Like, really hard to focus on things now for more than a little bit of time.

I barely heard the voice when it spoke;

"Jacob?"

I whirled around, hissing slightly as the fast motion made me catch my elbow on one of the bars - I'd moved closer when my Wolf had…well, I was closer and so that meant I hit it on the turn. But the sharp jolt of pain helped snap everything back into clarity for a brief second, emo as that sounds. I don't really know who I expected to see there; my Wolf had left an hour or so ago, leaving the scent and sight of a hiker who looked like he'd lost a fight with a blender, and other than him - I'd lost all hope of him ever hearing me again - there was no one who really knew I was here. Except for Sam, but the voice wasn't male.

It was, in fact, none other than Alice Cullen.

She wasn't looking at me. Not directly, anyway, but she knew I was here. She'd called my name, she had to know I was here. Unsure, the little pixie vampire stepped forward, arms outstretched slightly and eyes unfocused as she reached towards me, and her hand just barely grazed one of the bars of my cage. As soon as it did she smiled a little, moving her eyes to the grassy floor at my feet.

"Jacob. I knew it. I knew you were here."

Well…fuck me sideways.

She giggled lightly, the sound almost weak with relief. "I can't believe I actually found you. Do you know how many clearings there are in this damn place? Honestly?" I wanted to respond to her - I mean, obviously she knew I was here but just listening to her mini-ranting was kind of rude, right? But I didn't even get the chance to open my mouth before she was speaking again. "Listen, Jasper sent me. Before I say anything else I just want you to know that Edward and your baby are both safe. They're alright. For now."

For now?

"Jasper can't protect them forever. Carlisle's taking Edward and the family to a Werewolf clan just south of the border into Canada. I'm not sure where yet, but the point is that Edward's going to give birth soon. He needs you to be there when he does, otherwise I'm not sure he can make it. He sounds like he's in bad shape."

Gee Alice. That's for worrying the fuck out of me when I can't do a fucking thing about it. I don't know why I wasn't trying to speak; she just seemed to know what I was thinking. Whatever. I don't think I could have forced my frozen vocal chords to work anyway. Just calm down, Jacob. Edward's alright. That's the important thing.

"Listen to me, Jacob this is important. We have to figure out a way to get you out of here before you fade away completely, and before Edward gets to that Werewolf Clan. I'm trying to get Jasper to delay it but quite frankly if they don't get there soon Edward's going to starve. He can't survive without your blood and I don't know if he'll be able to accept human food yet. They'll be able to sustain him at the Clan but I've Seen it; he can't go there. Do you understand me? We have maybe a day or two before Edward gets to that Clan and if he does, it's all over."

"What do you mean, it's all over?"

Wait, how can she even See me?

Alice sighed impatiently, rolling her bright golden eyes. "When you separated from your Wolf, the uncertainty of your Phase that blocked you from my Sight in the first place was removed. I can see you clear as day now. At least, what you're going to do. Now listen, you dumb mutt. Don't you understand? There's a Werewolf there that is going to Imprint on Edward, and he's the Alpha. He'll kill your baby as soon as he finds out about it and take Edward for his own. Werewolf mating isn't like shifter mating, Jacob; your kind was tamed by the mixing of blood; a Werewolf is almost feral with its mate, an animal through and through and he won't hesitate to take Edward and make him his. The fact that Edward's an Incubus won't help matters. We need to haul ass and figure out what the hell to do."

Great. Just fucking great. Why does Edward always attract the fucking powerful creatures? I mean, honestly, first there was Carlisle, then me then another freaking Alpha? Why couldn't…I don't know…the Omega imprint on someone for once in their fucking life. Jesus fucking Christ. I can't even get out!

I slammed my hand against the flat side of my cage, where it was just a thick sheet of galvanized steel. The thing didn't even dent under my blow, but I felt it in my hand and the pain seemed to strengthen me - emo, I know, but it was work. I was given something to focus on through the harsh throbbing in my knuckles.

Alice merely smiled."You have to try, Jacob. For Edward's sake, just fucking try. Kayne could do it. Your Wolf could fucking do it. Think of Edward. Think of Edward and all the challenges will just…fade away."

Edward;

I knew this place.

The smells…the people…hell even the song being played by the hired guitarist, who sat in one corner of the room very quietly keeping himself to himself and not really rising his performance above a pitch that only I would be able to hear.

I knew this was a good night. Back then I hadn't known…but now I had the benefit of hindsight, and I controlled this. I was in control.

That felt good.

I found my mark quickly; a big guy on the other end of the bar. Yeah, I was too young to be drinking, or at least I appeared to be, but this wasn't exactly the best bar in the world and they didn't give two shits about minors getting trashed on their rot-gut beer. Not that I was actually drinking it but you know…it's the principle of the thing.

He wasn't that big, I guess. He had nothing on Emmett, not that I knew that at the time. If I was a human I would definitely be intimidated. As it was, I was a new vampire who'd just recently lost his baby to the person he was meant to trust more than anyone else in the world, so I wasn't really up to dealing with being intimidated by someone who still had a pulse.

Besides, he would be my fourth of the week. I wasn't going to start losing my spine now.

But I would have to if I wanted him to sate me tonight. I could read his thoughts, which had been focused on me all night. I could read his intentions, and so I helped him along a little; after all, I didn't have all night and I would have to move on before the string of murders came back to me. I left my drink unattended after that, telling the barkeeper not to take it away as I 'went to the bathroom'. When I came back I knew he'd slipped something into it, and so I took a few sips of it so that it would look like I had drunken some. He'd put enough of whatever-the-fuck-it-was into a rhino to take out a rhino, I'm sure, so I didn't have to force a lot down my throat. In fact, I could feel the sting of something other than the alcohol in my system as I stood up, pretending to sway a little for effect and sat back down forcefully on my chair.

The barkeeper looked to me in mock concern. "You need me to call you a ride?"

I bet you'd like that. Sorry, but you're not my mark. I just shook my head and muttered something that was vaguely like an 'It's fine; I can walk home' and turned, obviously stumbling out of the doorway and into the frigid outside air. Even my breath was misting a little in the air as I leaned against the wall of the building, waiting for the guy to come out. Okay, so maybe I had hammed up the performance a little but it worked; he followed not five minutes later, and he found me almost-collapsed about a street down.

His touch was cold, too cold, palms drenched in clammy sweat. It wasn't right, wasn't what I wanted - I had come here to forget, after all - but there was no fighting the rough push and pull of his hands against my body, not if I wanted to get what I came for.

I felt it when he tore my pants away from my body along with my underwear, and of course I was just motionless as, without even bothering to prepare me, he thrust in. My body jack-knifed up to meet his for a brief moment as I swallowed back my cry of pain. Well, honestly what else could I have expected? This was so disgusting; his sweaty body rolled over mine as he took up what would have been a crushing grip on my hips if I were human and began to thrust in earnest; I knew he wouldn't last long, but even so I was already looking forward to the moment I would be able to sink my teeth into his neck and drain him while he was still in the post-coital stage.

Not yet.

Jacob;

I'm not really sure what happened. All I knew right then was that my head hurt like a bitch and I felt like I had lost a fight with a wrecking ball. That and I was still in the fucking cage.

"You're pathetic, Jacob. You're not even going to try and save Edward? Is this what you mutts call loyalty?"

"Shut up, Alice!" I yelled at her, trying to ram my body into the only solid wall of the cage in another attempt to get out. It didn't even dent.

"I'm just saying…you know Edward's going to die, or become Imprinted on, and if that happens you'll never be able to see him again. He'll never forgive you for letting this happen; you were supposed to protect him, Jacob, and then you get trapped in a freaking cage by Sam, of all people, and not even a week ago you could kick his ass six ways from Sunday. He's slowly starving to death because you got him hooked on your blood and now because you went and let him go off on his own he's going to die. Carlisle will kill him, or that Alpha Werewolf will kill your baby. Is that what you want, huh? What was this, some perverse plan to get rid of my brother so that you could have Bella to yourself?"

I snarled at her, my entire body practically shaking with rage. "Shut up, Alice, if you know what's good for you!" With new vigour I threw myself against the solid steel of the cage, desperate to break out, to rip Alice limb from limb for daring to say such things about me.

To prove her wrong. I wanted to save Edward.

Didn't she know the guilt was eating at me, making it difficult to think, to breathe? Didn't she know that I know I hurt Edward, and that I would do everything and anything in my power to help him?

Didn't she know I was fucking in love with him?

Slowly, so slowly that maybe it was just my imagination, I felt the metal begin to weaken, dent just a little, and so with new vigour I attacked the cage, desperate to get out and get Edward, whatever the cost was.

Again, I'm not really sure what happened. I mean, one minute I was beating myself bloody against unyielding metal, feeling bone crunch and blood spill down my injured arm and bruising my side - I'm sure I had one cracked rib, at least - and the next…well, the next I was out. The cage was gone and I stood, breathing hard and hurting like hell, near-collapsed on the grassy floor. My head was pounding, and immediately I knew why.

My Wolf and I were still separate.

"Kayne!" I yelled desperately, but my throat felt raw - after all I hadn't actually been able to speak in a few days. There was a howl far off, and even though I don't speak Wolf I knew it was him, greeting me. I felt like I was being pulled in the direction of the howl while at the same time being nailed where I stood. Splitting in half. Maybe Kayne felt the pull as strongly as I did, but he didn't fight it; I knew he was coming towards me, willingly or not.

If what I think is going to happen, happens, this is going to hurt like hell.

And it did. With all the force of a wrecking ball the bodies of Kayne and I collided, as well as our minds. Once again we were on that mental plane that we'd fought Sam, Paul and their Wolves on, only those four were nowhere to be seen, for which I was glad. Hell yeah, I was all for kicking some traitorous ass, but I had bigger fish to fry and I felt like the Incredible Hulk had just done a number on me.

It felt so good to be sharing a consciousness with my Wolf again. His mind wrapped around mine like a warm fur blanket, encasing me in confidence and self-assuredness that was like a fucking blessing right then. I'm pretty sure I was crying from the relief of it; I could feel the warm wetness on my cheeks.

Within another few minutes I could see the sandy and dark brown shapes of Quil and Seth's Wolves, and I knew then that my errand - my personal goal for rescuing Edward - would have to wait.

"Um, Jacob? Not to ruin this lovely moment but we have to haul ass."

"I can't, Alice," I said, feeling the weird quality of my voice that always happened when my voice and that of my Wolf was combined; I felt like I was trying to yell over static. "I was about to fade away, and Quil and Seth have been phased longer than I have, and they're not as strong as an Alpha Wolf. We have to help them."

"You don't know how to fucking help them!" Alice screeched at a pitch that could rival…I don't know, bats or something, and I had to cover my ears to block out the mind-stabbing sound. Behind me Seth and Quil's wolves gave off little whimpers and sank more closely to the ground. "Don't you fucking get it, you fucking idiotic son-of-a-bitch?" Within a second she was in front of me, scary despite her tiny build. Her eyes were black and she was shaking, teeth bared and words practically one long continuous snarl. "We have to go now, because I like you Jacob, alright? I really do, but you're the only one who can help Edward - convince him to leave - and for fuck's sake just think about it! Right now while we're wasting time debating fucking caged Wolves my husband is trying to protect someone who minute by minute he's finding harder to resist, Carlisle wants to kill your child and possibly Edward in the process, Bella's gone completely psychopath and every second of time we waste Edward is getting closer to being Imprinted on by a Werewolf! Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" I had opened my mouth to do so, and the weak protest died before it could leave; "One way or the other, even if I have to drag your furry ass up to Port Angeles you are helping me. I'm not losing my brother to you, Jacob. I'm not losing any more of my family to you."

Edward;

I dreamed on, lost in the world of my imagination, which hadn't really been allowed such free reign since I was a human. Now it kept my body in sleep so that it could play me its little videos, outcomes I'd already lived, or wanted to live, or could have lived. Slowly my own mind was torturing me and I couldn't find a way to break out.

"Mmm…Edward…" My name was a low drawl, a purring rumble from a strong chest that was kept just above mine when he propped himself up by his elbows underneath my arms. I wanted to touch, but his posture prevented me from feeling anything beyond thick hair and cold skin, and so I settled myself with wrapping my arms around his shoulders, tilting my head just so to nuzzle into the soft hair just above his ear. His fingers shifted upwards to knot lightly in my hair, keeping my head in place as I felt a sharp bite on my neck, but there was no blood, no sensation of being drank from.

Just a reminder, to let me know exactly where his mouth was.

He knew how I would react to it. Immediately I tensed, body arching very slightly to press against his in an attempt to shove him off of me. I must have known in the back of my mind that that action wouldn't have gotten me anywhere, because I wasn't surprised when he snarled at the friction my body against his created, and he curled himself off of me just enough so that I wasn't touching him anymore, before I found myself lying on my front instead. The sheets of the motel bed tangled around me, rendering me practically immobile and I didn't fight one bit when his icy body covered mine once more.

For once I felt like a complete slut and had no qualms about it.

I didn't even know the guy's name; I felt so fucking overheated that it could have been a human or a vampire and I wouldn't have been able to tell. But he knew my name and for my dream self that was good enough.

Whore.

Don't I know it.

Strong arms curled around me, applying a pressure upwards and I gasped as malleable flesh gave way under his grasp; I was no longer like a vampire with diamond-hard, impenetrable skin. I felt like a human; weak and completely at the whim of this nameless, faceless stranger. He pulled me upwards so that I was on my hands and knees and dimly I registered in the back of my mind that I was already naked, exposed and waiting for whatever-the-fuck he wanted to do to me. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

He ran a hand up and down my spine, firm but gentle pressure causing me to shudder heavily and instinctively I bowed my back, allowing my body to take on the shape he wanted. I heard a soft mutter of 'Beautiful' before there was warmth at my back, surrounding my legs and I tensed in surprise as two of his fingers pushed into my ass. He wasn't really gentle in the action but he did give me time to adjust, waiting until I focused and relaxed my muscles and he moved his fingers in and out, adding a third and stretching me. With each inward thrust the tips of his calloused hands - I could feel they were calloused from the grip he had taken on my hip - his fingers brushed my prostate and all-too-soon I was a writhing, begging mass beneath him, moaning like a freaking slut and begging for him, for all of him.

Loyalty be damned; I guess it's not in my blood.

He merely laughed; I could feel the vibration of it along my back and thighs before he pulled out. And okay, I'll admit it, I whined a little. Like a God-damned bitch in heat I whined and pushed back against him desperate for the friction that had had me so damn close to release. Again I could hear his laugh; cocky, arrogant, and I wanted to punch him or something but soon enough he had his cock ready to take me, pushing in past the ring of muscle and inside of me. He was bigger than the three of his fingers and immediately I tensed - can't really help it - but he didn't stop, merely kept pushing all the way in until he was fully seated inside of me. My breath exploded in a loud exhale as he slid to a halt, either giving me time to adjust or giving him time. I knew from first-hand experience that fucking someone in the ass can be over stimulating to some.

Apparently not to him; he began a harsh pace as soon as I took another breath and relaxed.

It would have hurt if it didn't feel so fucking good. I pushed myself back on my hands and knees, willing him to drive further into me with every thrust. I was fucking begging for it, willing to do anything, let him have everything if I could just fucking come. It was like there was some sort of restraint on my body; I couldn't release until he had, or he'd given his consent.

And so I pulled out all the stops.

I clenched around him, pushed backwards so that every time he sank as deeply as he could into me, and I worked at making sure my scent was everywhere; I knew what effect it had on my prey, my lovers, whatever the hell you want to call them. He didn't disappoint me, and for that I was glad - that damned inconvenient thing people call a conscience was starting to get really loud, screaming at me about how this was being disloyal, that I was betraying Jacob and how I didn't even know who the hell this guy was.

Soon he stilled, pushed in as far as he could go and I shivered as his weirdly cold seed shot into my overheated body. I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat - at least, in my dream I was. I guess it shouldn't be so weird that I'm human in the dream - and I was out of breath as he snaked a hand around me, working me hard to my own climax which came with not even two more strokes of his hand and a soft whisper of consent.

When I woke up I felt the need to vomit.

I barely made it in time to the awful-smelling motel bathroom, kneeling in front of the old toilet bowl and emptying whatever-the-fuck would have been in my stomach. Acid, most likely, venom. I didn't care; all I knew is that I was upchucking, which worried me. As far as I knew I had passed the morning sickness stage.

"Edward?" Jasper. I just shook my head at his voice, unable to even look up for fear of moving my head causing me to throw up again. I had intended to speak but any words I might have said came out in a soft groan. His footsteps approached me and I could feel the chill of his body next to mine. I almost wanted to cry with relief when he touched my shoulder and I felt diamond-hard skin meet diamond-hard skin.

Just a dream, Edward. Calm the fuck down.

"Edward, what's wrong? What do you need?" Couldn't he fucking feel that I can't really talk right now? I just shook my head again; I didn't even know what I needed. There was a burning in the back of my throat but any thought of drinking blood made me want to vomit all over again. I felt this nagging, clawing emptiness in my stomach and for a split second I thought that while I had slept Carlisle had gone ahead and done the deed. A frantic searching with my hand told me that the bump was still there, the baby shifting a little quite happily in its warmed cocoon my body had altered itself to provide.

I tried to speak but my voice came out raspy. I cleared my throat and tried again; "Water."

"What?"

"Water, Jasper. I need water." He was gone and back again before I could register, pushing a half-empty bottle of water underneath my arm to settle on my chest, let me know it was there. I moved a hand to grasp it tightly; what the fuck was I thinking? Water? I hadn't drunken any water for almost a century…I didn't know what I was thinking. All I knew was that I was fucking dying of thirst and this seemed as safe a bet as any.

I titled my head back, opened the bottle and downed the rest of it. It felt so. Fucking. Good. I cannot even describe it, not really. I felt like a human in a desert being confronted with a fucking lake. I'd used the analogy many times before but holy hell…this was better than blood. I could feel it settling like a chilled weight in my stomach, soothing my burning throat and alleviating my nausea for the moment. With a gasp I let the empty bottle go, it clattered hollowly onto the floor and rolled to a stop between me and Jasper, who was looking at me with a very definitely concerned expression. I could feel his anxiety radiating off of him.

I tried to smile but I'm sure it came out forced. "All better."

"My ass. Are you alright? I could feel your…well, I don't really know how to describe it…I could feel you from the other side of the motel. Did you have a bad dream?"

I almost wanted to laugh at that; honestly, how much more surreal could the situation get? "It was just a dream, Jasper. Doesn't matter. How is…how're things going?" He knew what I was really asking.

"Carlisle's pushing like hell to move you, and I'm stalling as long as I can but I'm not sure how long I can hold him off, you know? Alice is with Jacob trying to bust him out and she said that she'd call me as soon as she managed it, but I haven't heard from her yet. All I know is that I can't let you be moved, not until we figure out some way to get you out of here."

As if on cue, his phone started ringing. We both turned out eyes to it at the same time and he pulled the little device out. Alice's Caller ID flashed across the screen and he opened it quickly. "Please tell me you have good news," he said, never once taking his eyes off me as he spoke. I waited placidly for her voice to come through the other end of the line;

"Listen to me, Jasper; Jacob's back, but he'd refusing to leave without getting the other Pack Members out of phase. I guess he doesn't care as much as we do about Edward." There was a growl accompanying her words on the other end of the line and I flinched, knowing exactly how…I don't know…Alpha-like Jacob could get sometimes, or his Wolf could get. I didn't want Alice caught between that. "And I guess he doesn't understand that if you get to the Werewolf Clan it's all fucking over, do you dog? Shut up!" Another growl, the whistling sound of something moving through air very fast, a thud, a whine, then Alice's voice again. "How far along is he?"

"I'm right here, Alice," I said coldly, a little angry that she was talking about me like I wasn't in the room. Though how could she know, really? "And why is it all over?"

"Because there's a Werewolf there that's going to Imprint on you, alright, Edward? Do you understand what I'm saying here? You're screwed. We all are, if you go there. No, shut up Jacob, go away! You obviously don't want to talk to him so -."

The line went dead.

Well…fuck.

Jasper looked at me, smiling a little wryly. "If your mate kills my Wife I'm going to have to rip his throat out."

"Jacob is not my mate," I snapped at him, feeling in no real mood for banter. Christ, this was so fucked up. I leaned back against the sink cupboards, running my hands through my hair until they knotted at the top of my head, my eyes shut for a moment. "Okay…this can be a good thing."

"How can it possibly be a good thing? You have Carlisle, Bella, an Alpha Shifter and potentially an Alpha Werewolf all vying for a piece of your ass. Seems to me like this situation is royally and utterly fucked with a capital Fucked."

"No…no this can be a good thing. A really good thing." Slowly, very slowly, I felt a smile spreading over my face. Jasper looked at me like I'd sprouted an extra head or finally short-circuited and gone completely crazy. "Don't you understand, Jasper? This is the best thing that could ever have happened!"

And just like that…I started to laugh. Sure, the sound was slightly hysterical and it was scaring me as much as it appeared to be scaring him, but I couldn't help it; the chuckles were rising up out of my lungs and I couldn't hold them back if I tried.

"It's going to be a good day."

Alright, so I know it's a bit…bitty, and you might think Edward's snapped just a little under the pressure, but whatever it's fine. I know it's a little weird right now and sudden but quite frankly I was getting really pissed off with Jacob just sitting in his cage and slowly rotting. There's going to be less angst from now on. Still some, but it's not going to be so slit-your-wrists and stuff.

Anywho…

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