Never Returned (twilight story)

Bloodshed

A.N I know there are a lot of different P.O.V s, sorry. But it had to be written this way, or else it would be a little confusing. Vote, fan, feedback!

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Jacob's P.O.V

Run. Run. Run. Bella. That's all I thought. Run. Run. Run. Bella. Run. Run. Run. Bella. Vampire! I arrived near the spot where her scream had come from, yet smelt a vampire. I approached carefully, to find an unfamiliar vampire drinking Bella's blood. Her head was on the floor, her eyes looking strait at me. "No." Came her whisper.

Bella's P.O.V

Pain. Excruciating pain. When he first sunk his teeth in my neck, it was fine. Not that bad, actually. But then the venom was working it's way through my veins. I drifted at first, like when James bit me. But, like then, the pain came after. I could barely scream, to much energy was taken from me. I was dying, and I knew it. And with me, dying, was my poor unborn child. I never got to find out who the father was. Never tested my child to find the father's DNA because I didn't want to. It didn't matter now, the child was dying. My head fell to the floor, and I stared at the woods beside me. I stared at it, wanting it and not Laurent's face, to be the last thing I ever see. I thought about my life, it was hard through the pain. I could barely think anything, but tried anyways. That's when I saw him. Not Edward, as I expected to see, but Jacob. He was in his wolf form. "No." The only word I could say without tipping Laurent off. It burned my throat to say it, but I had to warn him. Too late for me, he had to leave. Save himself.

Jacob's P.O.V.

The vampire was too engulfed in his feeding to bother to smell me. He probably wasn't even breathing to chug more of her blood. I crouched down, ready to jump at him. I must save Bella. "No." Came the command, sharp and clear in my mind. "Kill him after. But you cannot save Bella. She'll become a vampire! Is that what you want? A Bella vampire drinking everyone's blood?" "I don't care." Came my reply. I could hear Sam's growl as I got ready to jump. The others where also wolves, but they stayed silent. "Jacob, stay!" The Alpha command froze me. I knew Sam hated doing this, but he did it anyways. I looked at Bella, slowly dying. An unborn child dying. Someone who was taken out of this world before coming in it. "No." I said, and I felt the chains brake loose. I never wanted this. But as I embraced my birthright, my mind went silent. I was pack-less now. Born Alpha, I now was one. The only Alpha without a pack. I leap at the vampire.

Bella's P.O.V.

"No!" Came my scream when Jacob jumped out. Why didn't Sam stop him? But my scream alerted Laurent. He looked up right as Jacob landed on him, knocking him off me. They tussled and rolled, right out of my sight. I couldn't turn my head, I used the last of my energy shouting. I was on fire. Pain burned through my veins. The deed was almost done. I was almost dead. I heard fighting. Grunts and snarls, punches and kicks. "Bella!"

Alice P.O.V

The vision was horrible. I grabbed Carlisle and we ran as fast as we could. I wasn't quite sure where until I smelt the stinking werewolf. We followed to find a scene of blood and chaos. A flash of fur, a flash of teeth, Laurent and Jacob fought hard. Then, in a pool of blood, was "Bella!" Carlisle rushed over and started caring for her. I was holding my breath as Carlisle instructed me to do before we arrived and I ran into the fight.

Bella's P.O.V

I stared at Carlisle in surprise. He didn't even hold his breath as he treated me. Yet he was afraid, quickly treating my wounds with a medic's kit as the others fought. I wondered why he thought of that, perhaps Alice saw my death in a vision? My body twitched as another wave of pain flowed through. I would die soon. The sound of battle died. And I smelt smoke. They thought of matches too? "Too late..." I heard them murmuring. "Suck it out." Said Alice. "She'll die, lost too much blood. Can't suck it out." Silence. "It's your call Jacob." More silence. "Leave her. And what about the baby Carlisle?" "I'll take it out. The poor thing."

More pain. I felt as if my stomach was been cut open, which it probably was considering their earlier words. I did not know if they talked. I could hear anything anymore. I did not know what they did. I could not see anymore. Just horrible darkness full of pain, filled only by silence. I wondered if my baby would get a burial. Would I? They were going to leave me. To die.