Chapter 12 Part 2

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Hey,here is CH.12 part 2! I think chapter 13 will be the last chapter. I am kinda tired of this story...I want to start a new story...here is the title : If all that goes well, ends well... what went wrong with me?

Stay TUNED...anyways...hope u enjoy this... :))

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The wedding bells sent my frozen heart a fluttering! It was 3 weeks after the horrid day Jake ran away from me. It was pretty much the worst week of my life! But he was back and all was well…for now. The best I could hope for was not fainting (could I still faint???) in front of all the wedding guests. Jake had run into Rosalie again in the forest as he was coming back 2 weeks ago. Without Edward or me as a distraction it had gotten ugly. Jake won, Rosalie was dead. Edward was the only one who remained… I don’t think I will ever be a human. I don’t think I could let Jake kill him. No matter how much he ruined my life.

I had to admit, though I hated self-flattery, that the wedding dress that had once been Akali Blacks’. Jakes’ mother had very good taste for an 18 year old girl. At least she had a better plan than I did. She knew who she wanted to be with…

“Do you, Isabella Swan, take thee, Jacob Black to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forth in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?” The minister looked up from his book to take a glance at me. Ew, stupid old man, sick disgusting old man.

I took a moment too long to ponder my response…Jakes’ eyes fell to our hands, joined. My pale hands in his warm, brown hands.

“I, d-.”

“NO! I’d like to speak now, I don’t want to forever hold my peace…I know I’m late but I need to say this.”

All the blood left in my body fell to my toes, I was about to burst into a major rant when, from my peripheral vision, I saw Jakes’ eyes bulge out of his eyes. He dropped my hands, took one long glance at the fire burning behind the alter (a Quileute tradition apparently) and then another glance at the guests. He seemed to make some sort of decision; he took small steps towards Edward. I closed my eyes. I heard the people gasp. The minister said, “May god forgive me, Jesus boy, what are you do-.”

                The crowd went absolutely silent…and then the sickly sweet scent of burning vampire filled my nasal cavity.

“Can we carry on now?” The anger filled his words like you wouldn’t believe.

“I’m sorry boy, it is devastating what you have just done. How dare you kill a person on such a joyous day? We cannot celebrate today. I need to leave.”

My predictions came true. Edward was dead. Jacob had seen to his promise. All of a sudden, a warmth filled my chest. Weird…omg…I was changing…

I toppled over and the world went dark…again….

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Much of the same i guess...this is why i need to start my newstory...need a change of plot...

ThX. for all da support... :))

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