A/n so very sorry for the delay in updates, a lot of things have been goung on and i havent found the time, plus my exams start in 2 months (that decide my future) scary, i know. So the next few updates will be far apart as well, though I have started writing them, and managed to get 3 out, but the bitch is typing them, anyway enjoy and leave reviews bellow.

Everyone who has an imprint bond heard about it, one way or another. Though it wasnt openly talked about -not because it was forbidden or anything like that- no. It was because it was too painful, too hard, even impossible, to imagine life without your significant other, your soul mate; and Emily never really believed the whispers, not really. Not when they said it would hurt this much, a gut wrenching pain, a tearing feeling; A hurt Emily would feel deep in her very soul. After all, the wolves liked to exaggerate, "didn't they?" Sam was strong, "wasn't he?" if anyone was going to die it would be her, "wouldn't it?".

Now that Emily had experienced it first hand, she believed what they said. More than believed. She could feel it deep in her soul- something that wasnt easily ignored. It came to her all at once, In imposable flashes that drove her half mad. She knew who was responsible for killing Sam. She saw Sam's life, the life of her beloved, spill out, and fade away. The one responsible for this monstrous tragedy, none other than Jacob Black. He had murdered Sam, tearing his throat out, tearing a piece of her out with him. She felt a strong need to find out answers, she needed to know "why?" What possible reason could Jacob have for tearing her apart like this, taking the only person she had, her beloved, her soul mate, and imprint. In taking Sam from her, he had broken her in the only way that possibly could, he had fractured her soul into a million pieces.

"I want to speak with Jacob" demanded Emily

"I dont think that is a good idea right now, Jacob is sleeping. He was very hurt and is still recovering."

"Listen here Edward I don't give a damn what Jacobs doing right now, if hes getting some beauty sleep or climbing mount Everest. You go get him, and tell him I want to speak with him. The wife of the man he just killed would like to speak to him now, or else she is going to loose her patience, and things are going to get ugly."

"Emily -"

"Its okay Edward" said Jacob coming up behind Edward, rubbing the sleep from his eyes "I'll talk to her." "Can you just go and get Abigal from your parents?" He silently asked Edward. Edward hesitated looking between the two assessing the threat Emily posed. Sizing Emily up he decided that if she intended to harm Jacob he could easily fight back, with minimal harm to himself. He gave Jacob one last look of warning before complying to Jacob's request and speeding off as fast as he could go, to quickly make it back to Jacob, just in case things went wrong.

As soon as Edward left Jacob thought Emily was going to start yelling, but the opposite happened, she burst into tears, openly weeping, great sobbing tears streaming down her face. She was utterly wrecked like nothing Jacob had ever seen before. Her life was shattering apart , a mirror cracking, parts of her reflecting back, but never really as one, never whole, never again.

Jacob led her inside, gently grabbing her by the arm and placing her in the lounge room. She sat on the couch as Jacob grabbed her a drink of water. Jacob stood there awkwardly with the glass in his hands as Emily tried to still her tears, not sure what exactly to do to comfort her.

"Im so sorry Emily" Jacob sincerely said, trying to comfort her by sitting next to her on the couch, placing the glass by her on the coffee table.

Emily wiped her eyes and sniffled, staring at the glass, thick with condensation .A fit of rage creeped up on her, she suddenly she got very angry.

"No Jacob! You dont get to say that to me! You don't get to be 'sorry', not after what you did to Sam." she started crying again, hot angry tears this time, "Stop just sitting there! Acting like nothing has even happened, like my whole world isn't falling apart, like you havent just killed he love of my life. I hate you for this Jacob. I hate you so much. Im never going to forget or forgive you for this, never." Her anger faded away as she burried her head in her hands unable to look at Jacob as he sat there in shock, unable to think of a reply that wouldn't worsen the situation. He just stared at her, dry heaves racking through Emily, as she buried her head in her hands, hiding from the world.

"I am so sorry," he repeated "out of everyone I think I can understand what you're going through most. I understand why you hate me. You have every right to. I never meant to kill Sam. Just know that I am here for you if you ever need me, and I hope one day you can forgive me."

"You couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through. It's like a piece of me has been ripped away, a bit of my soul cut off with a burning rod, leaving only burning flesh in its wake. It hurts to even breathe. To even speak. Nothing makes sense anymore."

"I understand more than you think" Emily gave him a doubtful look "I have also lost some one I loved very much at the hands of another, Abigal's mother. I too was angry and upset, but I moved past it, I forgave her killers. I had to, for her; and now you must do the same. So don't think I don't understand."

"Its not he same is it? You didn't know who her killers were. She was only your girlfriend. You probably can't even begin to imagine loosing the other half of your imprint. You know they're not the same, cant even compare. Your imprint is more than the one you are bonded too, they are your life, your soul mate, an extension of your self. Now imagine loosing that, imagining loosing a part of yourself, imagine loosing Edward. Now say you can even start to understand what I'm going through. Try. You cant can you." She looked into his eyes, a soul searching stare "Well maybe you can a bit, but heres the worse part, try imaginging this, try imaging you are face to face with your imprints killer, just staring them in the face," Jacob shuddered, whether it was from the thought of loosing Edward or from the deadly change of expression on Emily's face he didn't know. All he could do was stare at Emily as she uttered words in that steely tone, holding back her emotions just briefly, to convey the look of pure hatred on her face. "Now what would you -Jacob. What would you do if you were standing face to face with Edward's killer?"

" I wouldn't hesitate to kill them." Jacob admitted in a steely emotionless tone that even scared him.