Jacob

I called Bella, we had made our relationship pretty much official last night.

She had always known how I felt about her, so asking me was an odd motif.

I was so happy that she finally came to her senses.

No answer when I called her. I decided to leave a voice message. "Hey Bella, when you get this can you call me

back? I've found out some information you might want to know." Then I hung up. Paul had told me that there was

some kind of ancient evil moving into forks, and the vampires that the Cullen's had been hanging out with had

something to do with it. That would not do.

That would mean the Cullen's breaking our treaty. If the treaty was broke we would have to run the Cullen's out of

our territory. Forks was ours, it had been for years, and that would not change.

I had a feeling Bella was in danger, I can't wait until she gets done with her change. Then she will be a crescent

vampyre, and be stronger, faster, and maybe have a little more common sense. Then I wouldn't have to constantly

worry about her.

The Cullen's had put her in a lot of danger for the last two years, and it was my time to get her out of it. Bella was

beautiful and sweet, but her clumsiness, and constant need for help worried me, and made me like her even more.

That fear for her drove me on, it always had.

I loved to be the one that could help her, save her, and protect her. She was mine, and I will love it, as long as it

lasts.

I sat up on my couch when I heard a knocking on the door. I got up hesitantly, and opened the door. Edward. He

was standing at my house. On my territory. Breaking the treaty even more.

"This better be good." I snarled. I looked at him curiously, but made sure to have a territorial look on my face.

"Oh it is." He said , and he looked truly scared. "Bella is in trouble. You need to go to her. I can't do it. Not now, she

isn't mine anymore." He turned and walked away. He makes me so mad, but I was happy that he came to tell me. I

ran into my house, put a shirt on, and got on my motorcycle. I hope she is okay. The short drive there seemed super long. The entire way there all I could think of was protecting her, but I couldn't take her away from the House

of Night for more than twenty-four hours. She would die. I just have to help her. When I pulled into the parking lot I

instantly sensed something wrong. I could feel the evil here.

I climbed up the tree next to her window. She was laying in her bed, unconscious. Her skin looked pale, and she

looked really sick. I opened her window and crawled in.

She was shaking, and saying something, I couldn't tell what. I started shaking her, trying to wake her up. She was

out, nothing was waking her up. I pulled one of her eyelids back, and realized something must be terribly wrong.

There was nothing but blackness. Her entire eye was black. She looked possessed. I could tell she had woke up

earlier, there was a still cold bottle of water next to her bed. She must have got up, and not been able to stay

awake. I wish she had. Then maybe this wouldn't have happened, then she would have answered her phone, told

me she was fine. I sat by her pale, shaking body. I needed to find someone that could help me. Even if it meant

putting myself at risk. If I was right that she had been up earlier, then maybe she could be woke up again. Maybe

this would all be okay.