Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic

Good Thing I've Got a Strong Stomach

I can't believe I fell in love with such a damn coward.

I also can't believe I am still in love with said coward. What idiot would still be in love with a girl while they watched her marry the epitome of the thing they hated the most, the thing that single-handedly ruined their life? Gonna have to change my name to Jacob The Biggest Moronic Bozo Idiot in the World Black. Cause sadly, seeing her today, after a month of dropping off the face of the earth, only made me love her more.

She stood on the altar, staring intensely into the leech's dead eyes. She looked like a deer in headlights, the type the freak liked to eat. I could see that she hated all the eyes on her. He held her shaky, soft hands and said something I didn't care to hear. I couldn't place the expression on her face cause I never really could when he was around. She looked like she was in a trance or something. Ogling him, waiting for whatever he was going to say next; it really was one of the most bizarre things I've ever had to unfortunately witness. It was sorta funny but mostly disgusting how they dressed up like a traditional bride and groom.

My stomach turned.

It was hard to watch the crowd be oh-so-happy to bear witness to their "ceremony of love." Too bad they didn't know he was going to kill her. You'd think that would be a valid reason to object, to speak now or forever hold my peace, but nah, apparently, I'm the crazy one. Even Sam thought so. That's why the pack came today (besides Seth, Seth wanted to attend and sat next to my seething poker-faced father) to ensure I didn't do anything stupid. But luckily, they were more focused on the out-of-state vamp guests that sat amongst the hors d'oeuvres, I mean, humans. Knowing Sam, he would watch their every movement till it was over, which gave me space to breathe. Sam also knew I didn't have it in me to really do anything anyway.

But man, the whole thing was pathetic.

You'd think the Cullens would have something better to do with their time. They're loaded with God knows how much cash. Bloodsuckers could've just bought and lived on a whole island, or they could be living under the sea. Sparklefucks, it's better...down where it's wetter... take it from meeeee.

If I didn't have to breathe or eat or shit or blink, I'd be all over the place. Living life like a king, riding on tigers, kicking my feet up, and sipping on a type O Positive Bloody Mary.

Yet here they are, in bumblefuck Washington, chasing rabbits like a bunch of losers. Hell, human hunters I know in the area got 'em beat.

And there the bastard was with his cold hands all over my girl.

She looked so...submissive, and that's not the Bella I knew. My Bella always put me in my place; she never took my crap, and there she was, cowering before him, ready to give her life to him. Literally. How sick is that? Dying for a pretentious demon who could only stomach her cause he liked the way she smelled. She was like his personal Little Tree air freshener. Maybe if she died in the attempt to turn her, he'd hang pieces of her flesh on the rearview mirror in his stupid fucking Volvo.

My stomach rolled again.

I've got to give it to the Cullens; they knew how to make things look convincing. I've seen stuff like this in movies. The flowers, the twinkling lights, the music, they thought of it all. It sure was charming. Still, Bella had nothing to do with it. Usually, the bride was the one who did the planning, but nope, that was taken away from her, too. She didn't even want to be married. Not now, anyway. She wasn't ready, no matter what she said, so she didn't care how it all looked, including herself. I could see the real Bella under the makeup they had painted on her. Her natural blush cut through the thick layer of face powder. I don't think she even cared about how she looked or considered it. I doubt she even looked in the mirror today.