8 Lives (Sequel to Shattered)

Chapter 25: Clean Slate

Okay so dreadfully sorry for the delay of this chapter. I blame teachers and way too many talented writers here on Wattpad. I hope the longer than usual chapter makes up for it :)

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8 Lives Chapter 25- Clean Slate 

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Edward's POV

Jacob Black. How is this possible?

I watched him suffer and watched his final expression when I let my foot connect with undeniable force. I remembered that, and these things should not only be alive in my memory, but in reality as well. Scrunching my nose, I willed myself to stop from moving forward. Bella may be thinking that I am spying on her if she catches me outside her home.

But the mutt caused danger at every corner to her? My thoughts argued.

I knew that his presence alone caused her to be in grave danger, but she does not remember what pain he put her through. The pain she felt, and the separation she had from the rest family. But she only remembers him as her friend since infancy, and for the monster that he had within himself.

When Bella knew of his actions he kept his monstrous side out in the open, but now he is reversing his ways. He is trying to recreate the past. He always wanted Bella, and if I do not step in to stop these actions from happening, then history will not repeat itself. I will never have Bella in my arms, and he will have her in his arms as comfortable as he always longed for.

If I let her be, she would be living in an endless facade. The past is the past, and as much as I wished to clutch onto the memories that I have of her, I have to recreate memories. Make new memories to replace the old ones. Carlisle did not make any assumptions that her memory would come back, and that was all I was relying on. For her memories to come back, but now there is a greater danger among us.

But the real question is how exactly did Jacob come back into his human form. We squished his blood out of his like a sponge that absorbed too much water, and yet here he is without a scratch on his mutant skin.

Almost as if it never happened.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, and could not think of any way for him to come back to his human form. He was supposed to be lost forever, engraved into the ground we walk. Moving my hand over the creased lines that began to form on my forehead, I let out a disgruntled sigh.

I had to warn the others of him. They must know that he had been brought back.

Will they think me mad? Would they think that because there is a hole in my un-beating heart that I would come up with something from a figment of my imagination?

Inhaling the mutated scent, I knew that this- him being alive- was far from being apart of my broken mind.  

Taking one last look at my angel, as she poisoned her body away from me, I vowed that danger will not come within her reach. Not if I could prevent it. She will be my mate always, and I will always take the role of her protector and her lover; even though at the moment she does not share the same feelings.

Turning my back to her, I glided my legs through the forest. The vines hung lowly on the trees, and the branches looked as if they were not as stable as the once were. The ground beneath me was slush from the rain that had fallen from the night sky. Grinding my teeth together, I leaped from tree to tree; the little specs of dirt coating slowly onto my palms.