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A/N: I am sooooo sorry for the delay, but here it is chapter 20. Not very long because I rushed to write it and get it out as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy it!

My Dark Angel

Chapter 20

Planning

I quickly walked to my car after gym had ended, hoping that Jacob would already be long gone…he wasn't.

He stood there in the parking lot, waiting for me, watching me. I slowly and regretfully walked towards him. There was no way I could avoid talking to him, he was standing by my truck. The conversation, whatever it might be, was inevitable.

"Hey Jake," I said awkwardly as I dumped my backpack in the truck bed.

Whatever he was going to say to me, he had to save it for another time. I was in a hurry already; I needed to be at Edward's. It was important that I talked to Renesmee, there were many things to discuss...like Jacob for instance.

I needed to figure out if she liked him, loved him even; and I needed to know what he felt for her. If there was any way that I was going to get Jacob to stop loving me, to stop making me feel guilty, I was going to find it. Deep down in my heart, I had a feeling I was heading towards the right direction.

"Hey Bella I've been thinking about-" he began but I cut him off as quickly as I could. I felt bad not listening to what he had to say, but I couldn't allow myself to listen to his pleading or sadness. His face resembled a child that had just lost his favorite toy; it was hard to look at him, not even mention to talk to him. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I had to let him down, I had to leave.

"Jake, I'm sorry but I have to be somewhere," I told him, but his then saddened expression turned to a cold, heartless face.

"You're going to see him aren't you?" He spat out disgustedly. I wasn't going to get angry at him; I had had enough for the day. I just ignored his insults and continued on.

"I have to talk to Renesmee, but yes, Edward will be there." I replied. Jacob's face changed again, it was more surprised now.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"Because Jake, I need to talk to her. It's important." I replied irritatingly, I didn't want to get angry, but he was egging it on. Jacob then looked annoyed. He lightly hit his forehead with his hand, seeming frustrated.

"Who told you about Sunday night?" He suddenly asked. That was typical of Jacob, thinking I was talking to Renesmee out of anger or jealousy. He probably thought I was going to confront her about Sunday where she and Jake went to get ice cream. I honestly could care less, but Jacob was the type of person to turn this situation around. He had it all wrong, he thought I was mad, but actually I was happy he had hung out with her. I want him to like her, and I want her to like him. I want him to move on.

"It doesn't matter who told me, it doesn't matter at all." I told him honestly, but he didn't believe me.

"It matters to me Bella, nothing happened. I love you okay?" He seemed to be apologizing for me, and it was the last thing I wanted to hear.

"Oh please Jacob, just stop it already." I said aggravated, "I have to get going."

Jacob looked blindsided; he didn't know how to respond. I used his silence as my escape, quickly entering my truck. But before I could shut the door, he stopped me and held onto its side. His head was slightly fallen, and he began to speak in a soft caring tone.

"Bella, please don't be mad at Renesmee, she's done nothing wrong." I almost smiled at him in that instance, because right then, I knew he cared for her. Right at that moment, I knew he had feelings for her. The sweet tone of his voice was all too familiar, the care and warmth in it was like a shock of memories passing through my brain.

All the good times I had with Jacob, the sweet moments in our relationship when we were together flooded my memory. Playing at the beach when we were little, holding each other, such a beautiful couple we were, and it almost made me smile to remember. But most importantly, it made me smile to know that he cared for Renesmee; that was all I really wanted to know.

He wanted to make sure I didn't yell at her or hurt her in any way. He thought I would be mad and lash out, or maybe even start a fight with her. I was never going to do that, but his caring demeanor really meant something. Another weight was lifted from my shoulders, and I was so much closer to fixing the mess that I had created months ago.

I tried to hold my smile in.

"I won't Jake." I said quietly, sounding a little sweet. He looked up then nodded, still what seemed to be his guilty posture. He must have still felt bad for the "ice cream" hangout with Renesmee, but I wasn't mad at him for that. I wasn't mad at all and he would hopefully understand soon enough.

He slowly closed my door; I began to drive the car in reverse, leaving the parking lot. I watched him as I pulled out, watching him watch me. His face was sad again, and at that moment, I felt his pain because I was feeling the same way. I was going to miss him.

Even though I was getting Edward, I was still losing a part of me, a very important part. Maybe Jacob would still be my friend in the future, maybe everything would be okay, but I felt that if I didn't help him and Renesmee then there would be no hope for that future. Our lives and happiness depended on me; they depended on me to fix this. I had to save the day; I had to be the hero. It was time for Jacob to find his dark angel; it was time for him to fall completely and madly in love with someone other than me. I could feel it deep in my soul that that someone was Renesmee; I could sense it. I knew it. The feeling overwhelmed me, I had the ability to change their futures for the better, and it was all up to me. Jacob wasn't going to let me go unless I let him go, fully. I couldn't do that until I knew he would be okay. This was my chance to make it okay.

I drove to Edward's house as fast as I legally could. He had already left when I had gotten to my truck in the parking lot. I missed him so much when he was not in my site, even if it was only for a few minutes. I had become so dependent on him for making me happy; his life was like a source of light. He brightened my day; when I was sad, there was no hope for me, but Edward became that hope. In the beginning, his absence would haunt me, it made me remember my dark angel, it made the pain of losing him come back. The pain felt so similar, like the same hole was being ripped open. It would only be repaired with his hopeful return.

I was lost, and Edward found me. He brought me back to my sanity; he brought me back to life. I owe everything to him, but that doesn't matter because he already has everything. He already has my heart.

I saw the small breach into the woods where I had come to know as Edward's driveway. I turned into the deep forest, driving down the long lonely road to his beautiful house. He was already home when I arrived outside of where his garage was.

I parked the truck and jumped out, nervous as to why I was here. I slowly walked to the front door, raising my arm to knock.

"Bella," his beautiful voice greeted me before I could lay a finger on the wooden entrance. I was a little surprised by his quickness, but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to. Edward was fast, really fast; and he somehow always had impeccable timing.

"Hey," I said softly giving him a smile as he gently pulled me in for a hug. He smelled absolutely amazing, scents that I couldn't have imagined so delicious surrounded me as I inhaled his sweet aroma. I didn't dare try to let go of him or end the delicate embrace, I was enchanted by him. The electricity was pulsating between us and I wanted nothing more but to be in his arms forever. He had that kind of effect on me, and I knew no one else could ever have that same touch. It was a one of a kind chemistry between us.

I heard Edward chuckle and then looked at him confused.

"What?" I asked with a little playful grin. Edward's glorious smile was gleaming across his face.

"Did I just dazzle you?" He said in a deep seductive tone. My face stood frozen, but I knew my cheeks were blood red. I was in shock with his voice; it was so sexy, so aggressive, so passionate. I had never heard him speak in that tone before and it was shocking to say the least. I was completely caught off guard.

Edward smiled again and I shook my head out of his trance.

"Yes," I admitted.

"I'm sorry," he said while giving me his beautiful crooked smile that always made my heart skip a beat.

"You just did it again." I said breathing heavily. Edward let out another soft chuckle then grabbed my hand leading me towards the living room.

He sat down by his enchanting piano and began to play my lullaby. I smiled at him as his fingers flowed across the shiny ivory keys. He looked at me with loving eyes, playing without site.

"Renesmee is upstairs in her room," he informed me quietly, I nodded to him with gratitude then walked towards the stairs. He knew why I was here, and eventhough I would have stayed by his side for all of eternity, I knew I had to talk to Renesmee. Edward returned his attention back to the piano, playing softer and softer as I walked up the steps towards Renesmee's room.

I was nervous, beyond nervous; I had no idea what to expect what would happen, how Renesmee would respond or react once I brought up the issue of Jacob. I was afraid she would be offended and angry at my nosiness, I was afraid she had no feelings for Jacob, and I was also afraid that she might not tell me the truth or even agree to my plans.

I walked down the hallway, breathing heavily and trying to compose myself. There was no turning back, no time to leave. I had told her I needed to talk to her; I couldn't just ignore her or retreat. I was anything but a coward, an idiot, a monster, anything, just not a coward.

The door came closer and I took in a big gulp of air as I knocked.

"Come in," I heard her light voice say softly from inside her room. There was no sign of fear or nervousness in her tone. She sounded completely calm and completely at ease.

I on the other hand was freaking out inside. I hesitantly opened the door and saw Renesmee sitting on her floor reading a book. She looked up from her story and gave me a warm welcoming smile.

"Hi Bella, please come in, make yourself comfortable." She kindly gestured next to me. If I could read people, I wasn't very good at reading Renesmee. Her voice had no trace of urgency or panic, but her body language and expression told otherwise. Her face was composed, but I could see in her eyes there was a hint of worry, she seemed to be slightly shaken like she was afraid of what would happen or what would be said. Her body was slightly tense as if she was aware of every slight movement that was made in the room.

"Thanks," I said softly as I shut her door then sat down next to her. I heard her suck in a deep breath as I closed the door behind me. I felt bad, she seemed scared and it was most likely because of me. Did she think I was mad at her? Did she think I was going to attack her in some way? The thought was absurd, but I could understand why she would possibly conjure up the idea. She, I assumed, liked Jacob, possibly loved Jacob; but apparently he is still in love with me. To her, she might think I am here to yell, to argue, to tell her to leave him alone. If so, she couldn't have been more wrong.

Renesmee closed her book but didn't say a word; I only guessed she was waiting for me to start the conversation. It was me who told her I needed to talk to her; it was the only logical assumption that I would be the first to talk. I held in a deep breath then began what would be a very difficult conversation.

"Renesmee…" I said, she looked at me and gave me a slight smile.

"Yes Bella?" She asked.

"I need to talk to you about Jacob." I quickly said as I let all the breath I had out of me. Her smile dropped instantly and she looked at me with horror in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Bella, We didn't do any—" She began, but I held out a hand and stopped her.

"Please. Stop. If you are referring to Sunday, then don't worry. I'm not here to yell at you. I just need to talk to you about some things. I have a lot of…questions." Renesmee looked at me puzzled but nodded her head.

"Go on," she said.

"I need to know something, and please don't lie. This isn't a matter of jealousy or curiosity; this is important and could help you and me a lot." I told her seriously. She looked at me surprised by the gravity of the situation. I then continued, "Do you like Jacob? Love him even?"

Renesmee closed her eyes for a few seconds and inhaled a deep breath. It was as if she was about to be sentenced to death. She was completely tense and scared of how to answer.

"Really, it's okay if you do. I just need to know." I assured her; she opened her eyes then let out a big breath.

"Yes, I like him," she answered softly, "I love him." I nodded my head in understanding then smiled inside, though making sure I was still composed on the outside. I felt such relief, the first part of my plan was complete, Renesmee in fact loves Jacob.

"I thought so," I admitted, she gave me a surprised look then quickly shook it away. She dropped her head slightly and looked as if she was ashamed of herself.

"I'm really sorry Bella. I don't know how it happened, it just did. I didn't mean for it to, but I couldn't help it." She said, sounding like a sad puppy, she was the girl version of Jacob in that sense.

"It's okay; I know exactly what you mean." I told her, she nodded and looked a little less flustered.

Her face suddenly connected a thought, as if she had just solved a puzzle. "Is that what happened with you and Edward?" She asked quietly. I nodded.

"It's so complicated, but in a sense, yes. I thought my life was finally getting back to the way it should be, then all of this happened. I feel terrible about hurting Jacob, and still having to hurt him." I said as I stared at the rug, deep in thought. "That's why I needed to talk to you today."

I looked up from the ground then stared straight at Renesmee. She was looking at me with the same intensity that I was giving her. "You see, I have a plan, an idea."

Renesmee didn't move her attention away. She barely even blinked. She was focused on our conversation, entranced.

"And what is this plan you have?" She asked me.

"I'm not exactly sure yet," I admitted, "I need a few more answers first. I need more information."

"About what?"

"You and Jacob." I said quickly. "Tell me, does he like you?"

Renesmee looked flustered again.

"I thought he did," she said looking confused. "He told me that he felt something strange between us, something that he's never experienced before, like he had feelings for me, but that he couldn't do it. His loyalty lied with you, and he couldn't hurt you like that. He said you've been through enough and that you needed him and he couldn't bear the sight of you hurt after everything that has happened and your history. He was confused, torn even."

I snickered to myself, so we are more in the same boat than I thought.

"But he does like you right?" I continued.

"Yes I believe, but he won't get over you."

"I know, and I need to figure something out, a way that will make him get over me. He needs to be happy; he needs to move on because I'm not going to choose him. I love him, but I love Edward more. I want to see Jacob happier than he has ever been; I want him to be with someone that he loves as much as I love Edward." I stared at Renesmee with a strong gaze. "I was hoping that person would be you." I held the gaze then gave her a soft smile; she seemed very surprised by my statement.

"I really do love him, so much. You have no idea. I have never felt this way before about anyone." She said hopelessly. She looked like she was on the verge of crying, I felt terrible for making her have to discuss such an emotional subject. "I feel so hopeless, like there is nothing I can do about it."

"Trust me; I know what it's like." I added. "I need to know that Jacob loves you. I need him to move on, you have no idea what a relief that would be, to know he is happy and in love with someone other than me. He deserves that."

"It's just so difficult, why does love have to hurt so much? Why does this have to be so hard, so confusing?" Renesmee added, her emerald eyes filled with a hint of moisture.

"It's just not that simple."

"Apparently," Renesmee sighed. "It's so easy for others, why does it have to happen like this to us?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I think God's getting back at me. Punishing me for something I had done in the past." I started thinking about the cliffs and Harry. Maybe I wasn't meant to be happy, maybe I was meant to suffer, to feel the touch of love and then lose it all. I felt like I was destined for pain.

"What do you mean?" Renesmee asked confused. I shook out of my train of thought then covered however my face looked with a happier expression.

"Nothing." I said trying to cover up the situation. She didn't know about the cliffs or Harry, she didn't know about my dark angel and my dreams. She especially didn't know about the dream I had with Jacob and supposedly her and I would never tell her, at least not now.

"So what's this plan then… to help Jacob move on?" She curiously asked, looking a little more optimistic than before.

"Well, I want you to be happy, and I want Jacob to be happy. I have this gut feeling that you two are supposed to be together. I feel this way about me and Edward. It is so hard coming out of a relationship for over a decade with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with. Meeting your brother made me feel a kind of love I never knew existed. He showed me what true love is like. I can't go on loving Jacob when I know it's not the real thing. I can't lie to him, and I can't lie to myself. He means too much to me, we've been through so much together and he deserves the happiness that I am trying to have." Renesmee was listening tentatively.

"We have to find some way to get Jacob to move on, for him to realize that you are the love of his life and not me. It is going to be difficult and frustrating because you know how stubborn he is. He won't give up without a fight. The only reason this has gone as long as it has is because I dread the day that I have to hurt him. I feel like such a monster and I don't want him to be in pain like me. I don't want him to suffer. This plan must work, or I won't be able to bear the hurt that I inevitably have to cause him. This is my only hope for everyone to be happy, for everyone to have the truest of love."

Renesmee was breathing deeply and so was I.

"I will do anything to help this work." She told me with a light smile.

"Thank you," I replied, returning the sweet gesture. We were silent for a few minutes. It wasn't necessarily an awkward silence, it was more of a time for thinking, for planning.

Renesmee turned to me a few moments later as if she had just formed some ideas.

"Now, where to begin?" Renesmee asked with a smirk. I gave her a smirk as well.

And so the planning began.

A/N: Please don't hate me! I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to write another chapter, but my life has been HECTIC lately. I am graduating in two weeks from high school, I just took my AP tests and am now preparing for finals. I've just had so much going on these past few weeks that I could not focus or spare a split second on my writing. Not to mention I have been suffering from writer's block. It is the worst ever! I have been scheming up ideas for my next story, but this still has a good ways to go.

Again, sorry for that, I hope it wont take me as long to write the next chapter, but you never know. I am working at a camp this summer, and also getting ready for college, it might take me some time to get things together. Gosh, so frustrating.

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