I should probably start by saying: this is NOT a Jacob-as-the-main-character story. And this is also probably not a very typical story. But it's an amazing one that I could not get out of my head. It's begging to be written.

So here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga. If I did, I'd have an in-ground pool, and be the happiest person alive.

Prologue

Jacob's POV

I would kill the monster in the blonde vamp's arms. I would. It had killed Bella, and now it would pay the price.

Suddenly, the monster lifted it's tiny head. The head I wanted ripped to shreds. Big brown eyes stared back at me.

Oh, God.

Those were Bella's eyes.

How many times had I looked into those very eyes, pledging love, laughing, hurting, talking, pleading, comforting, frightened…..the list went on and on.

How many times had I pictured staring into those eyes every day for the rest of my life?

I felt my resolve waver.

Could I permanently close Bella's eyes? Could I really erase them from the world forever? I knew the answer in my heart of hearts; no, I couldn't.

From upstairs, something sounded; the frantic beating of a heart.

Bella's heart.

So, Eddy-boy had managed to save her. His version of saving her, anyway.

Unimaginable pain wracked my body.

I managed to drag myself through the front door, away from the torturous eyes.

This is what it was like for her, when Edward left, I thought.

This is what it's like when your world ends.

Ugh. This was very morbid. I'm sorry, but it had to establish the fact that Jake DID NOT imprint on Renesmee.The next chapter flash forwards to the end of Breaking Dawn, okie dokie??

Oh, and here's the full summary: What if Jacob hadn't imprinted on Renesmee, but he hadn't killed her either? What if the pack had reunited, with Jacob sinking deeper and deeper into depression, but determined to fulfill his wolf-ly duties? And what if the wolves and Cullens had decided to continue being allies even after the Volturi came to visit? When Mercedes "Mercy" Pruett comes to Forks, a too-mature girl with a few secrets of her own, an exotic dresser, and smarter than your average freshman, and Jacob imprints on her, all Hades breaks loose: the Volturi have decided the wolves are too big a risk to leave alone, especially their human imprints. Now what?