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   10 || i n f o r m a t i o n

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THE SUN WAS JUST STARTING to set in the      background. Jacob, Bella, and I decided to take a walk on the beach for a private conversation. We have been walking for a good hour, Jacob explaining everything that we have to know about what he is. Both Bella and I were silent the whole time, taking in the information.

"You... just have to stop," Bella finally said, making the whole group come to a stop in our walk.

Jacob scoffed, "it's not a lifestyle choice, Bella. It's in my DNA."

"Killing is in your DNA?" Bella snapped.

"Man, I thought maybe you, of all people, wouldn't be such a hypocrite. What-- am I not the right kind of monster for you? Can't measure up to your bloodsucking friends-"

"Jacob," I placed my hand on his arm, hoping to calm him down. His hands that were just starting to shake, calmed down as he took a deep breath.

"They managed to survive without killing innocent people," Bella huffed, defending the Cullen's.

"Wait-- innocent?" Jacob asked. "You don't care that I morph into a giant dog, just that I... kill people?"

"Just? Those hikers lives mean that little to you?" Bella questioned.

I bit my lip as Jacob started laughing.

"Oh my god," she shook her head, getting ready to walk away.

"Bella--wait." She stopped once he placed his hand on her arm, halting her. "We don't kill hikers. We're trying to protect them."

"From what?" I asked, gaining his attention back to me.

"From the only thing we do kill; vampires," he answered.

"Vampires?" I repeated. Laurent's face popped into my head, making goosebumps appear on my arms.

"Jake, no-"

"Don't worry, Bella." He stepped back from reaching out to touch her arm. "We can't touch your precious Cullen's. Not unless they bite someone or break the treaty-"

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