I could not handle this. Not now. Not here. Not today. This would not happen. I stared in disbelief as Jacob's fists clenched into tight balls, the skin around his knuckles stretched so tight white colour drenched large portions of his hands. Tiny ripples surged through his hands and continued up his wrists. His eyes were full of deep anger, an anger I didn't think he had in him, an anger that was not agony, of which I had seen so many times before. No, this was beyond any anger I had seen in him before. This was rage: hatred in its purest form. There was a stillness about him, a cautious reading: a small diintegrating part of his mind that looked for a solution. A deadness. My Jacob was dead, burned alive by this new monster. Full of wrath and anger, full of the stillness that engufed his mind, that blurred his sense of reason, that was going to lead to his desturction.

In my daze, I felt myself being passed from Edward to another. The familiar form wrapped itself around my waist, and a third granite arm clutched my shoulders. I supposed the extra support was to keep me upright, although a single vampire could easily support my weight by themself. Alice was murmuring sentences swiftly into my ear, calming sensations that had no effect on the horific state I was currently in. I slinked into her arms, and felt all three arms around me tense. I tilted my head and looked out of my far vision to see the skewered vision of Esme. That could have been on account of the tears that streamed my face like streamers in the wind. The silence was somehow deafening. The echoing of thick air shrieking in my head. Thoughts whirled around at a zillion miles an hour. There were so many I couldn't tell myself not to exaggerate, it was far to beyond any thought compatible to my silenced mind. I couldn't even tell myself to stand upright.

A loud crack sounded through the still night air. "No!" I cried out. Rivets of shivers shook my body and I felt my knees fold in on themselves as I collapsed in agony. The thundering raged for what semed like an eternity. The air whirled in my head, magnifying the roar that screeched through the cold night. I saw a spark, a single image in my head. I was somehow, subconsciously, aware that this was not an image infront of me, but couldn't help but to focus on the image. A pitch black room with a simple girl shifting her gentle body as she slept. She awakens in distress and a magnificent boy rushes from the dark shadows to comfort her in her dark hour. His hair goldish in the moons dim light. Wiping away the tears on her cheeks he mumbles comforting words to soothe her. Then, faster than it had come, the image was shaken out of me and I heard rumbling through the trees. It was no use trying to view or interpret anything, it was nearing midnight and the moon was not visible through the thick canopy of trees. Besides the fact that I was hugged very closely to Alice's chest, and, if by some miracle I would be able to break free of her embrace, Esme still had a hold of me, although in a way that was more motherly and comforting than Alice, who held me to minimise the effect the damage behind me would have. the emotional shock it would cause and how it would strain my raging mind.