Back To You
A Jacob X Bella Story
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of these characters. These are just my thoughts on how Eclipse should've gone. I mean seriously, how much of a no brainer is choosing Jacob over Edward? Lol. Anyway, enjoy! Let me know if you feel the same way. ^_^
The silence outside the tent was ripped apart by an earsplitting howl of pain.
Jacob. Jacob had heard.
I needed no translation, no time to wonder who it belonged to. The tortured cry echoed my own feelings a couple of months ago, when Edward had left me.
There was no need to remind myself of the pain behind that agonized cry.
"Jacob was listening," I whispered. It wasn't a question.
I stared at nothing, seeing nothing. All I could hear was Jacob, in pain, because of me.
"He knew what he was doing," Edward's reasoning broke through my trance. I snapped.
"Do you think that matters?" You could hear the pain in my voice. "Do you think I care whether it's fair or whether he was adequately warned? I'm hurting him. Every time I turn around, I'm hurting him again."
"Bella," Edward pleads.
"I have to find him," I stood up.
"Bella, it's cold. He could be miles away."
"I don't care! He's out there, and he's hurting because of me. He doesn't deserve this!" With that, I leave the tent; Edward knowing he wouldn't be able to stop me.
It wasn't as bad as I thought outside. The storm had ebbed, and a beautiful layer of snow was spread on the ground. I could see Jacob's footprints, and I followed even when they turned into wolf prints.
"Jacob!" I called his name, over and over. I knew he was there. I could feel him.
I could feel his pain.
"Jacob! Please," I whispered the last word. It was laced with pain too.
I never wanted to hurt him. That was never my intention.
I fell on my knees to the ground and shivered. In my rush, I forgot my jacket, and the cold had finally gotten to me.
Stupid, human Bella.
If only Jacob were here.
And like he heard me, he stepped out from the cover of trees.
"Bella, what are you doing?" he asked, taking in my lack of a jacket. "Go back."
"N-nnoo," my teeth were chattering.
I heard him sigh in frustration, but he came near me and scooped me up from the ground.
Immediately his warmth embraced me.
He was always warm, still there for me despite all the pain I've been causing him.
I didn't mean to hurt him, but somehow, I always find reasons to.
I'm such a bitch.
"Jake, I'm sorry. Don't go," and here I am again, trying to tether him to me, being selfish.
"Why?" he demanded, the anger evident in his voice, but still, he didn't let me go.
"I don't want you to get hurt."
He laughed, "Well, it's a little too late for that, isn't it?"
He let me go then. A part of me ached for the loss of his warmth.
"Your bloodsucker is looking for you," he spat. "He'll take you back in the tent. And please, Bella, don't come after me again. You're making this difficult enough."
He turned away, and I could see him start shaking. He was losing control.
I could feel his pain, ever present when he was around me, but magnified since he heard I decided to marry Edward.
He started heading toward the forest, and I knew he was going to do something rash. He was going to fight the newborns – without clear head, and he was going to get hurt.
I couldn't bear to lose him.
"What are you going to do, Jake?" I demanded. I tried to inject everything I felt for him in my voice. All the pain I was feeling as well, the worry, the fear of losing him.
"The only thing I can do. I'm going to fight. I'm going to fight to protect you," he was still turned away from me. I could hear his tone, he was breaking, "I'm going to make sure you're safe, and then I'm going to leave, Bella. I'm going to make this easier for you. Hell, maybe they'll kill me and then you won't have to worry anymore. I'll take myself out of the picture."
"No!" My voice got louder. "No, Jacob! I won't let you!"
"How?" he laughed, "Tell me, Bella. How are you going to stop me?"
"Please. I'm begging you. We can work something out. I can't lose you, Jake. Don't go!"
"Then choose me, Bella. Choose me."
"I can't do that. I love him, Jake," I pleaded.
"You love me too. You just refuse to accept it. But I know you do." He slowly turned to face me, giving me one last chance to convince him. "I can show you."
"Show me how?" I would do anything, anything to make him stay.
"Ask me, Bella. Ask me to do it."
I looked at him, confused. Ask him to do what?
I saw his eyes linger on my lips, and it clicked. I did say I would do anything.
"Kiss me, Jacob."
"Do you really mean that?"
"Just kiss me, goddamit!"
And he did.
Jacob took three long strides and cradled my face in his warm hands. He leaned in close, and our lips were almost touching.
"Are you sure?" he whispered. I could feel his breath mingling with mine. Warm, together.
"Yes," I breathed, and he crashed his lips to mine.