A/N: First Twilight fic, so don't be too harsh. I just love Twilight so much that I felt I should start doing some of the idea's I thought of while reading the books, over and over and over…. you get the point.

People have many wishes and desires. I only had two. Two simple wishes. Both taken away. Fate was a bitch. I realise now that every moment I thought was the worst moment in my life was nothing compared to two particular moments. Then and now. I felt pain before, yeah; I was no stranger to pain. Pain welcomed me with open arms. So did near death experiences.

My first near death experience was with James. Though personally it wasn't near death, it was near rebirth. I didn't know it at the time, I think pain replaced realisation. My near death experience was when he left. Wait that was my death. When he left he took everything. Love, life, meaning. I can't breathe properly anymore, eating is a chore, my heart seems to be replaced with emptiness and life has lost meaning. It's safe to say when Edward Cullen left, Bella died. All that's left now is a lifeless shadow of who she once was. Sometimes I wish with all my heart that he never stopped. That when he tried to save me, he killed me instead. Then I would have died knowing he wanted me and only me and that he wouldn't have the torture of trying to look after me all the time. God, my life is messed up.

I lay in a place that was meant to be the happiest place in the world. Not anymore. Suddenly someone was stroking my hair. A warm hand. To warm, like it was on fire. Suddenly a realisation came back to me. The image of the russet wolf I'd seen flashed back into my eyes. I could hear the click in my head as the story of the Quilettes kicked into place. Jacob didn't leave me. He was trying to tell me all this time. Jacob Black was a werewolf. Figures, and now it was nearing the end. A sharp pain in my neck drew my attention away from everything. I lifted my hand slowly. I felt the familiar warm liquid on my neck. Why hadn't I smelt it before? My senses must be switched off.

'Bella?'

'You're a werewolf.'

'Are you…afraid?'

'No. Though I am disappointed.'

'Disappointed?'

'Would have liked to find out more. Before…'

'Bella, you're not dying.' He said gravely.

I laughed. It was more of a croak but when I looked up I saw the worry in his eyes.

'What's a werewolf's enemy?' I whispered.

He looked away, towards the trees.

'Cold one. Bloodsucker. Vampire.' I answered.

He said nothing, just shook his head. Another laugh escaped my lips; I was surprised how I found humour in my current situation.

'You gonna kill me, Jake?' I retorted.

Heat seared through my body. It was starting, the fire, the change. I gripped his hand and pulled him towards me. He leaned closer until my lips brushed his ear.

'Please do. I want to die.'

'No.' he whispered.

'Kill me!'

'No.'

'You'll have to. When I kill Charlie or Billy! Or when I go to school and start sucking everyone dry.'

'No.'

'Sam will make you. I'm right, aren't I?'

'Bella.' He moaned.

A tear ran down his cheek. I reached and cupped his cheek. Suddenly my body lifted.

'Jake?'

'We're leaving.'

'Don't…if they find you…'

'They won't, not if I tell them not to.'

'Huh?'

'I'll explain later.'

He kissed the top of my forehead then winced. A raised an eyebrow but he chuckled and started to run. I closed my eyes, enduring the pain. Because honestly, I've had worse.