A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Nine~
Nightmares and Sickness
The forest was dark and quiet. Too quiet. The only sounds were her labored breathing and frantic,
pounding heartbeat. The cool air bit easily through Renesmee’s thin jacket and made her shiver.
She stood in the middle of an unfamiliar meadow with her arms crossed over each other. She
rubbed her biceps, trying to warm herself up as she looked around for anything she recognized. It
was too dark to make out anything other than a vague outline of the trees. She looked up at the sky;
the moonlight barely showed from behind the thick clouds, and she couldn’t see a single star.
A twig snapping in the distance made her gasp. She turned her head in the direction she thought the
sound had come from. As she stared into the trees, panic began to tighten in her chest. She
couldn’t be sure if it had come from her left or in front of her. She took a step backward.
“Ness, what the hell are you doing out here?” Jacob asked. He stepped out of the trees and walked
to her.
Instead of the relief she had thought should wash over her at the sight of him, she only felt more
uneasy. He took her shoulders and kissed her forehead. She shivered. When she looked up at him,
she began to tremble. His eyes burned bright gold. She didn’t dare hold eye contact. She realized
as she looked down that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He had on only a pair of jeans that had been cut
off at the knee.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. His hands tightened their hold. “You need to go home.”
“I don’t know where I am,” she said softly. “I can’t go home.”
Before he could reply, the clouds thinned and parted, revealing a bright, full moon. Jacob stepped
back from her quickly.
“Run,” he said quickly. His voice was low and thick.
She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
She could only stare in shock as Jacob’s body convulsed. At first, he seemed to curl in on himself,
still standing but hunched over as he heaved in panicked breaths. He yelled in anguish as he
suddenly flung himself back up, his spine bending at an unnatural angle. His shoulders, arms, and
hands changed before her eyes, growing thick black fur and claws on his fingers. Something inside
her cringed at the sound of his bones cracking and growing. His legs buckled backward, bending the
wrong way at the knees, and he fell forward on his hands and feet. He still screamed as his face
distorted, elongated and grew large teeth.
Renesmee still stood staring at him until the transformation was complete. Standing before her was
a wolf, black as night with the same glowing gold eyes she’d seen on the human Jacob only moment
before. He growled loudly and licked his nose. A sort of a dark, twisted chuckle rumbled in his chest
before he growled and lunged at her.
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