Sightless (Twilight Fan Fiction)

(9) Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

“Let go of her,” Jacob snarled. Seemingly, he hadn’t heard me when I asked him to help my family. “Let go, or you’ll regret it,”

Even I was shivering slightly from the threat that Jacob held in his voice. He sounded like he was ready to tear someone in half.

“You and who’s army, dog?” Alec placed his hand on my stomach and ran it up and down my body. “What? You don’t like seeing me handle her like this? Getting a little frustrated are you?” Alec was taunting him. Making him get angry so that he would make mistakes.

“I’m not a dog!” Jacob spat. “I’m a wolf,”

A loud ripping sound followed, like someone had just removed their pairs of shorts and torn them right down the middle.

Alec’s grip on me faltered and gave me my chance to break away from him. A roar came from where Jacob used to be standing. I didn’t have to have sight to know that a huge wolf would be standing there instead. I fell onto my knees and tried to stand but my legs gave way. I landed heavily on my chest, knocking the wind from me.

Trying again, my arms flailed out, reaching for something to pull myself up. My shaking hands found the sofa. I hefted myself onto it, amid the snarls and hisses that were coming from only a few steps away from me.

“Nahuel?” I whispered, my voice lost. A slight moan came from beside me and I reached out a hand to catch Nahuel’s hand in my own. “I’ve got you,” I inched closer and closer until his and mine hips were tightly pressed against each other. “I’ve got you,”

I cradled his head in my hands while Alec and Jacob tore each other to pieces. At least, that’s what it sounded like. I closed my eyes as Nahuel lay shivering in my arms. There was no way for me to calm him down, so I held him close and prayed that he would be alright.

Finally, from somewhere close to us came a huge ripping sound. It was like a house had fallen on its side or...someone had been torn in half.

“Jake?” I cried out in terror. Nahuel stopped shuddering in my arms and went still. My breathing had began to quicken in its pace. I was suddenly panting, I was so nervous.

Footsteps came my way, my heart almost combusted inside my chest but when course fur began to rub along my cheek I knew that Jacob had taken Alec down. I started to cry into Jacob’s fur.

It took me a few seconds until I remembered that Nahuel was in my arms and needed help.

“Jake, something’s wrong with Nahuel. You have to help him,” A few more seconds and Jacob was firmly pushing me away from the sofa.

“He’s not breathing,” He told me. A thud right next to my foot made me realise that Jacob was pulling Nahuel onto the floor. Maybe for CPR.

The thought was so terrifying that I lost my balance and fell into a black hole.

***

“Nessie?” Slowly, I blinked my eyes open and was rewarded by darkness. Just the same as ever. “Dad?” I whispered my throat sore.

“Hey, baby,” Cool fingers touched my hand. “How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice concerned.

“Fine,” I thought back to what I last remembered. Nahuel, Jacob...somebody not breathing. “Nahuel! Is he alright?” I nearly leapt out of bed the moment I thought of Nahuel. “He wasn’t breathing! Did Jacob save him? What happened?”

“Renesmee,” Dad placed his hands around my face, cupping my cheeks. “While Alec was talking to you, he used his supernatural gift on all of us vampires. Including Nahuel. Alec’s gift was cutting off your sense so that you couldn’t feel, smell, see, tough...all of those things. It completely paralysed us...but it done more to Nahuel,” Dad paused for a second here. Maybe he was trying to see if I would break down and cry. I knew that I wouldn’t. I knew what was coming next.

“He couldn’t withstand the feeling of complete senselessness. It wasn’t because he was a weaker man, it was because his brain couldn’t handle the signals that his body was telling him. He had several heart attacks, and then...he slipped away,” Dad’s voice broke at the end. He took in a shaky breath and breathed out slowly.

I was silent. There was nothing to say. Only...

“Nahuel died because of me, didn’t he?” My voice didn’t sound like myself. In the past week that Nahuel had been here with me, he had changed me. He made me into a better person. A stronger person, and now I was turning into the weak minded fool. I couldn’t let myself drown in sorrow.

Nahuel was gone.

My thought jumped back to few nights before when Nahuel and I had been lying in bed and talking about the things that we would do together. We didn’t speak as if we would be married someday; we spoke as if we had a lifetime together. We did. Nahuel and I had our lifetime in that short week.

“I’ll take you to all of these amazing places,” Nahuel whispered into my hair, his fingers lazily climbing up and down my bare arm. “We’ll go to Spain. We’ll go to England. We’ll see the world. You and me. Nobody will be able to stop us,”

His voice transported me to all of these places. He made every word sound so magical as it fell from his lips.

“I’d like that,” I whispered back as I slid a hand onto his chest. He was bare chested and wasn’t wearing pyjama bottoms. Only a pair of boxers. I tried to stop my hand from travelling down further to explore his boxers, but it was hopeless. My body wanted him. As his wanted mine.

We didn’t stop that night. I became his in every way imaginable. His body took me to places that I had never even dreamed of.

We made love in my childhood room.

Somehow, it felt right.

Here was a man, whom I had met a few days ago. And here I was giving myself to him in the most intimate way imaginable. I hadn’t been able to do this to the man that I had known my entire life.

Jacob.

***

Grandpa Carlisle wanted me to stay in bed for a few more days, just until I was steady on my feet. I was only too happy to comply. Jacob kept knocking and asking if he could talk to me but I refused. I didn’t want to see him. I knew it was irrational, but I felt like it was his fault that Nahuel had died. Stupid. It was something that was meant to happen.

Nahuel and I weren’t meant to be together.

Life has a cruel way of looking at you. It gives you things only to take them away again. It became a chore to remind myself that the world wasn’t coming to an end. So I stopped. I let myself think to world was crumbling around my body. It helped.

Dad was very nice to me. He sat by me and held my hand almost the entire time I was in bed. In addition to not seeing Jacob, I didn’t want Mum to step foot in my room either. I asked dad if there was something wrong with her and they way she had been acting around me recently.

“She’s jealous,” he replied. “Really?” I was finding it hard to elicit any emotion from my body. I just took it all with a calm and collected manner that scared even me.

“When Jacob imprinted on you, she would watch you two playing in the snow, fighting with each other and wish that it were her who had Jacob’s affections. For some reason, I wasn’t enough for her. Maybe I was a terrible husband and didn’t realise it. We always looked at you differently. I would look at you and see the angel that you really are. Bella would look and see someone who had stolen something she wanted. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this...I’m sorry to have to tell you at all,”

“It’s alright,” I touched dad’s shoulder. He was shaking lightly. “I understand, it’s not your fault,”

But I didn’t understand. I was her child. She kept me when she could have terminated the pregnancy. I didn’t understand.

It felt like my world was falling apart. How I survived it I will never know.