Title: Red October
Genre: Angst/Tragedy (THIS IS NOT A HEA)
Rating: T (possibly M- involves suicide)
Pairing: Bella/Paul
Words: 500 even
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prompt: "I tried my hardest but I couldn't make you feel a fucking thing."

AN: **WARNING** This is not a happy story, it's very dark and one of those twisted stories my mind sometimes comes up with. If you have a problem with suicide and/or character death, this is NOT for you. For the rest of you, I'll hold your hand ;)

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Red October

He never thought he'd reach a point in his life where he would be grateful to a group of bloodsuckers, but that day had finally come. The arrival of the leech clan had caused chaos in the pack, enough for him to slip away unnoticed and make his way to her side.

He dropped to his knees in the damp earth, the cool clay sticking to his skin in a comforting—almost soothing—embrace.

There wasn't even a stone here yet, just a small metal placard marking the final resting place of his soul. Isabella Marie Swan, and the dates that marked the eighteen short years she walked this earth.

"I loved you, you know." He spoke calmly, detached from the riotous emotions that swirled just beneath the surface. "As best I knew how, I loved you."

He thought back to her small form, the seemingly-weightless body he'd lifted from the cold, wet leaves. His life before that September night no longer had any meaning. His worthless childhood, his tribe, his pack—none of it mattered. The only thing holding him to the earth was the small slip of a girl with the haunted brown eyes and a wicked-looking vampire scar.

In his more poetic moments, he thought he might bear a similar scar on his heart. The Cullens' arrival had triggered the change that turned him into an animal, and their departure had robbed his love of her life.

Bella never truly woke after that night. She spent day after day just sitting in the chair that smelled of him, staring out the window, just… waiting. Paul thought she was waiting for them to return, but he was wrong. She was waiting to die.

She tried to starve herself at first, but Paul and Charlie fed her soup and water, forcing her to continue on. Paul spent hour after hour just sitting with her, talking to her, brushing her hair or holding her hand. He tried everything.

"I hated you, too," he admitted, a bit more quietly than before. "I hated that you loved him, that you wouldn't let go, wouldn't move on. I hated that you wouldn't let me in."

The fury welled up so fast that he was surprised he was able to keep his human skin. "I tried, damn it! I tried everything! " he roared, his fingers clawing into the soil that hid her body from his view. "I tried my hardest, but I couldn't make you feel a single fucking thing!"

The tears came as he panted out harsh breaths, suddenly exhausted. The air swirled around him, and a chill worked its way down his spine as an unfamiliar howl floated by on the breeze.

His strength deserted him in a rush as his wolf left him suddenly. He pulled the pistol out and held it up to his head as he lifted his eyes to the sky. "I'm coming, Bella," he vowed. And with the slightest twitch of his finger, he was gone.