Disclaimer: I don't own the plot anymore. And I only own Anna Call.

A/M: Just read it.

Chapter Nine

The seconds ticked quickly.

The minutes dragged slowly.

Jacob tapped his foot continuously at a rapid pace against the glossy tiles of the floor. Nurses rushed past him passing the door to the surgery room.

Sam, Claire, Emily, Kim and other people not on patrol had come and waited with him for a little bit but had always gone back out. The surgery was taking almost two times longer than expected. Edward had come out and explained that it just meant that Carlisle was being overly precautious which gave Jacob a lighter heart.

At the end of the fifth hour (two more than there should have been) Edward entered the hallway where Jacob sat staring at the clock but never seeing the time. Just watching as the hours ran around each other in a never-ending race. When the door closed, Jacob's eyes flickered to it and he straightened up waiting for Edward to report back to him.

But Edward didn't sit down he didn't even look at Jacob, he simply rushed down the hallway without a backwards glance to the anxious werewolf.

Various pessimistic scenarios ran through Jacob's head as he attempted to persuade himself that nothing was wrong and that everything would be fine. Just because Edward was ignoring him though the life of his imprint was in his "father's" hands meant nothing.

When Edward rushed past again, Jacob stood up.

"Edward!" He called. The vampire responded to his name and turned too quickly and stared with hard, tired, cold, dark eyes. He turned again before Jacob could say anything and continued to walk at an inhuman pace down the hallway.

No.

Anything but this.

Jacob couldn't breath, he couldn't feel any part of his body.

He made himself regain the ability to think just enough for him to rush out the doors of the floor. Once he had cleared through the doors he felt his skin begin to buckle around him, ready to be shredded.

There was no way out, the pack wouldn't let him die.

But why wasn't he dead yet? Why wasn't he convulsing on the floor of the hallway dying with her? Why hadn't his heart stopped beating, why hadn't he stopped breathing, stopped living?

Why could he run?

Why could his skin buckle dangerously beneath him?

But these thoughts were not running through Jacob's head as he ran, because then perhaps he wouldn't have run north of La Push up near Canada.

Perhaps he wouldn't have stood in the middle of a circle of vampires and surrendered.

………………..

Alice Cullen had her head in her hands as she attempted to see past the complications of half-breeds to young Anna Call's future. Her future lover, Jacob Black, was not making it easy. Alice had trouble with seeing werewolves despite her vampire-given talent of being able to see people's futures.

Her "brother" Edward Cullen sat across from her, trying to read her head to get some insight on the matter at hand.

Near the end of Anna Call's operation that would save her life by taking out a fatal tumor, Edward had been paged about a patient of his who went by the name of Neersan. Neersan had torn her IV out again and it had been an annoyance for Edward to get up and rush down to pediatrics to fix a stupid IV.

He hadn't noticed until later that Jacob was not in his place watching the clock he had left. That is when he had called upon his psychic "sister".

Her head snapped up as she let out a barely audible gasp.

"I can see her." She said blankly. "Shit, Edward!"

Edward saw the images she had in her head and he jumped up racing down the hallway at a inhuman speed, but so fast that no one would even know he was there.

Anna's surgery had been a success and she was currently healing in her room where Bella sat next to her stroking her hair maternally as she slept peacefully, the amnesia not quite wearing off.

Until suddenly she began tossing and turning roughly, Bella jumped up, holding her chest steady and forcing one eye open and looking into it then the other.

Edward was at the other side of the bed quite suddenly helping Bella to hold Anna down as her simple tossing and turning became freakish convulsions as she flung herself around, still unconscious due to amnesia.

Her eyes flew open and they searched rapidly as her heart moniter beeped alarmingly. The door was flung open by Carlisle Cullen and Alice Cullen. Carlisle went to assist his "children" and Alice stood in the doorway with an air of omniscience about her.

The convulsions continued and increased and the heart monitors continued to go off the charts. Her vocal chords began working as she screamed in high-pitched wails that were created by the physical pain stressing on her stitches and the mental pain in her heart.

"Jacob!" She cried out.

And with that last shout of her lover's name she flat-lined.

'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.

A/M: There you have it. The perfect retelling of Romeo and Juliet…well almost.

If you're confused then here we go:

Edward got paged about another patient so he had to leave the surgery, he was worried about Anna and the other patient so he was under a lot of stress so he didn't get a chance to talk to Jacob or update him. Jacob thought it meant that things had taken a turn for the worst so he ran to the vampire clan that they had been searching for so they could destroy him.

She felt his pain the entire time as she convulsed and screamed.

When Jacob died. So did Anna.

TADA!!!! THE END!