A/N : Just for the record, I have nothing against the character of Edward Cullen. It may seem that way, but this is an idea I had and it will involve Edward being a complete antagonist, along with the other Cullens. I've created a very dark underworld with the Twilight series, I hope some of you will end up liking it. x

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"How could you be so careless? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Jacob winced from the internal voices that screamed in his head. His brethren howled for him and all had ill thoughts against his credibility to hold the sacred secrets. He stormed outside of the hospital to get some fresh air, but still the voices echoed. Especially, those of the lone female in the pack.

"She's nothing to you, Jake. She's a stupid human who deserves what she had coming to her."

The bitterness in Leah's tone scorched the temper Jake already had burning. Releasing some stress, Jake furiously punched the wall outside of the hospital. Pieces of cement and paint crumbled to the ground and people stared as he ignored the small amount of blood dripping down his tanned knuckles.

"You weren't human too long ago yourself, Leah." Jacob inwardly seethed back, looking like a rabid dog to the sidewalk travelers who dared look his way. "I'm still human, just with an unwanted genetic defect." He growled with unawareness when he noticed his bleeding knuckles, shaking off the dripping drops of crimson with annoyance and little worry.

"Come home now, Jake. The pack needs you." The voice of the alpha could not be shaken off as easily as his aching hand, yet Jacob still found a strength to disobey. It was a growing strength that only he seemed to possess, none besides him could ignore Sam's command.

"No. Bella needs me."

Inside his mind, the voices went silent with shock. It was the voices of two leaders that clashed; one of the current alpha and that of the destined alpha. Jacob breathed out for momentary relief at the silence, even though it was tension that held a link to each and every one of the "gifted" Quileutes.

Jake broke the chain of emptiness, "I will return when Bella does. Till then, you all will be fine without me. La Push is under no threat from the blood-suckers."

All was still in the common meeting place inside of him, not one of them spoke. It was as if he had broken some sort of tie, with the silence brought confusion and slight panic, yet Jake knew the reprieve was for the best. Now, Bella needed him and it scared him to admit that he needed to be here for himself. For as long as Jake could remember he was in love with this girl. There was something about her that drew him in, an air to her that attracted him like no other. This was his first time seeing her since he had "changed" and he would do all in his power to keep Quileute secret from her. The worst nightmare of Jacob Black was having this girl see him as the monster that was inside of him. He used to be a good person, but now he was a killer. The first of his pack to ever kill a human, was the destined Alpha of the Quileute wolves.

Jacob flinched, for he wanted no part in anything of destiny. He wanted to be normal again. He wanted his bikes and cars. He wanted a girlfriend. He wanted Bella.

Now, not only was he a freak of nature, he was wanted for murder. The legal system was fucked as far as he was concerned, one less deviant in the world that he was responsible for destroying. So what? Would the world miss another rapist?

Lost in his thoughts, Jacob sat down on the sidewalk and rested his back against the uncomfortable wall of the hospital. Seattle stunk of the leeches, the vampires that made him what he was. Even in the middle of the day their presence lingered around him, no doubt flooding the streets at night and keeping their stench polluting the air when they left. He gritted his teeth, blaming them once more for creating the opposing force made to assassinate their kind one by one.

He hated those damn vampires. Especially those Cullens, whose return to Forks had once again started the cycle of wolves to be unleashed with his people. Unlike most of the hated killers, the Cullens claimed to not kill humans and Jake was powerless to kill them off, unless they broke the treaty. If they crossed Quileute territory, they were allowed to destroy them. If they killed one single human, they also would have broke the pact. Too many rules and Jake didn't see the point in them. They were made to eliminate each other, so why hold back? Rumor even spread to his lands that the solitary Cullen had his soulless eye lustfully on his Bella. Like hell Jake was going to let him anywhere near her.

Worriedly, Jake ran his stressed hand over his face, hoping these thoughts would cease and that he'd finally start to feel the wear of the past two days without sleep. It made his way to the forefront of his thoughts every now and again, yet his constantly thrumming thoughts kept him a roaming insomniac.

"Jake?"

The adolescent looked up to the face of his beloved's father, who looked just as worried about him as his own daughter.

"I want you to go home, Jake and get some rest. I'll be taking Bella home tomorrow morning and you can see her then."

Jake stood and met Charlie Swan's gaze levelly, ready to argue, yet knew that this was a battle he would not win. Charlie continued.

"If it's not too much to ask, can you visit the hotel Bella was staying in and get her stuff?" `Charlie handed him the address to the hotel. "Then could you drop it off at the house. I'd go over myself, but I don't want to leave her."

The eyes of a haunted father was enough to make Jake do anything and silently nodded in response. Not saying a single word as Charlie went back into the building and sending Jake to his assigned mission.

The memory replayed as he stood at the intersection for Bella's hotel. Across the way was where he had murdered two men in her defense, the other side was where he had watched her stare hopelessly out the window. She had looked so vacant, full of thoughts and regrets, yet looked so beautiful when the sunset left the last of its warm colors on the flawless canvas of her face. He'd wanted to go up to her then, take her home and do what her father had asked her to do. Yet, he couldn't. It took another lost soul to recognize another, that was all it took to grant her a few hours of the freedom he knew he could never have.

The hotel was less than she deserved to be sleeping in, but he knew Bella was not the high-maintenance type. That was one of his favorite things about her.

As he made his way down the amber-lit hall, he was caught off guard on how the door to her room was ajar. It was too late for room service and she had rented out the room for the weekend, so there wasn't a chance that the hotel had rented it back out so soon. Cautiously, he rounded the turn to the entryway, slowly opening the door with a suspecting gaze as he too in the scene before him.

The drawers had been ransacked, with clothes hanging carelessly off the bed and decorating the carpet. Ears and eyes alert, he entered, taking soft steps into the invaded room. When it hit his senses, a growl escaped from his throat and he froze in his defensive stance.

There, stood the reason for all of this turmoil. The reason Bella had left Forks to escape his unnatural allure and the reason for Jacob's loss of humanity. Edward Cullen.

"What are you doing here?" Jacob snarled as the pale immortal stared blankly for a moment at him. Edward stood glittering from the light presented from the window behind him. Jacob thought about rushing the vampire in a swift attack, yet there was something about Edward's gaze that was calculating. It was as if he was reading him cautiously, till he blinked several times and answered.

"I came when I heard what happened." Edward's brow furrowed as he looked down into the tiny book he held between his slender fingers.

Jacob's lip curled when he realized what he was holding and didn't like the thought of him being inside Bella's thoughts. He'd seen Bella every now and then when they were kids writing in her diary, though he knew she always wanted him to beg her to see it, he never did. The bloodsucker now had completely invaded his territory. First, in Forks. Now, in Bella's personal life.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you, Cullen. The pact between us be damned, just like yourself." The shape-shifter felt his body start to transform and within a matter of seconds he was the frightening thing that even he feared.

"I'm sorry." Edward said without emotion, as Jake felt several painful vibrations course over his three-hundred pound wolf form. His russet fur stood on end and his eyes dilated with pain, his weary legs shook beneath him as he looked in time to see Edward's brother's shocking him with some sort of device. Bright silver light absorbed in his body from he hand-held weapons they held and Jake yelped out in pain as he hit the ground. He couldn't move, all he could do was breathe and watch as the three Cullen boys tied him up in the blink of an eye and then hinder his site by draping his entire form under a black sheet. Effortlessly, he was lifted from the ground and swiftly thrown into the back of a vehicle. He heard a cage door clasp and then a back vehicle door shut securely. Laying there paralyzed and confused, Jacob tried his hardest to move and communicate with his pack, but all he heard was the lulling hum of an engine and the city outside of his newfound prison.