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Victory Celebration	By : Lome Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 8980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Victory Celebration
- 2-Part II
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A/N: Too many people are calling Jacob's little lip-o-suction in the early part of Eclipse "rape". Please. The move was distasteful and questionable, but it wasn't rape. As I was mulling over the overuse of the word, the inevitable happened: I plot bunny hopped its way into my brain and I began to ponder what really would have happened if Jacob's "rapist" kiss had been just that. This story is the result of that plot bunny. I'm not promising complete and utter adherence to character, but hey, we're talking about a world where Jacob could ever actually violate Bella.

Victory Celebration

By

Wind of the North

His lips crushed to mine, stopping my protest. He kissed me angrily, roughly, his other hand gripping tight around the back of my neck, making escape impossible. I shoved against his chest with all my strength, but he didn’t even seem to notice. His mouth was soft, despite the anger, his lips molding to mine in a warm, unfamiliar way.

I grabbed at his face, trying to push it away, failing again. He seemed to notice this time, though, and it aggravated him. His lips forced mine open, and I could feel his hot breath in my mouth.

Jacob couldn’t believe it. She was kissing him back. Lightly, hesitantly, but surely as he was kissing her, Bella was kissing him back.

His silly, desperate idea didn’t seem so silly anymore. He gasped and pulled Bella back through the door frame, slamming the door with his foot.

Bella’s fingernails clawed at the back of his neck, spurring him on. His hands roamed over Bella’s delicate curves and it occurred to him that he had won.

Bella had chosen him over the leech.

She was kissing him with alarming passion, moaning and (dare he believe it?) screaming his name into his lips.

He wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. Picture after picture came to him of the things he could do with Bella that the leech would never be able to do with her. He imagined holding her, feeling her, tasting her every flavor…

A swirly red haze clouded his vision, and the frantic pounding of his heart filled his ears, obscuring all other sounds. He pushed Bella onto the couch. She stammered something in a high voice, “please” it sounded like, and Jacob thrilled to hear her say it. She wanted it as much as he did.

A quick tear, and Bella’s blouse and bra were on the floor.

An effortless tug—jeans and panties were not a problem.

Kissing her hungrily, forcefully, he unzipped his own jeans with one hand and cradled Bella with the other. She was saying something loud and shrill, but he couldn’t discern it. High at the prospect of victory and finally making love to the woman he loved, he entered Bella swiftly, not bothering with any sappy build up.

Bella screamed and went limp. Jacob thrust a few times and reached his own climax and collapsed on top of Bella, too busy calming his own breathing to notice several small snapping noises coming from the vicinity of Bella’s chest. He did notice, however, how tightly he was gripping Bella’s upper arm and let go. It was embarrassingly bruised; an apology was going to be needed.

After a minute, the haze lifted from Jacob’s eyes and brain and he looked down at Bella’s face. It was glistening with tears. The sharp smell of blood wafted from between Bella’s legs, and a strange discoloration was forming under her breasts. Bella’s lips were an odd purple color.

Like a poisonous ooze, the realization of what he’d done crept through Jacob’s brain.

Behind his eyes, he saw the war that would follow. The Cullens—Edward—would cross the border. Would they seek him out? Or would they massacre the pack? The whole town?

Jacob ran out of the house and phased as soon as he was in the woods. He was miles away in seconds.

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Emmett Cullen was walking from his bedroom to the garage when he heard his father’s cell phone ringing in his office. Carlisle was on the house phone with some of my mysterious “contacts” (Emmett made a mental note to ask about them later), so Emmett answered it, intending on taking a message for Carlisle.

“Cullen residence, Emmett speaking.”

“Emmett, this is Dr. Gerandy at Forks General. Is your father home?” Emmett heard an edge of desperation in his voice.

“I’m sorry, he’s unavailable right now. May I take a—“

“Emmett, I need you to get in contact with him as soon as possible. We have an emergency at the hospital that, ah, he’ll want to know about.”

Emmett furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

The dial tone told Emmett the phone call was over. Sighing, he left the office and went downstairs into the kitchen where Carlisle was fervently trying to convince somebody to hop on the next plane and give them a hand in the upcoming battle. Carlisle noticed Emmett and excused himself from the call for a moment. “Yes, Emmett?”

“Dr. Gerandy called. There’s an emergency at the hospital that he said you’d have a personal interest in.”

Carlisle looked confused. “What is it?”

“He didn’t elaborate.”

Carlisle finished his call quickly and hurried out the door.

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Carlisle was greeted by a frazzled Dr. Gerandy, who had a nurse with a clipboard behind him.

“Carlisle, it’s horrible. It’s Bella Swan.”

Carlisle tensed. Had a werewolf mauled her? He briefly remembered Edward telling him about a poor young woman named Emily Young.

“Yes?” He asked tightly.

“She’s been raped.”

Carlisle was in the operating room before Dr. Gerandy could blink.

Bella was lying on a starched hospital bed, unconscious and frail. Her mouth was horribly bruised and swollen, and various parts of her body were stabilized in braces. Carlisle glanced at the clipboard and was horrified by what he saw.

Severe external hemorrhaging of the vagina

Crushed humerus

Four fractured ribs

The sheet also had the names of the people who had brought her in: Sam Uley, Embry Call.

Werewolves.

They were sitting in the waiting room, stiff and guarded. Sam and Embry jumped up when Carlisle barreled through the double doors, the metal handles hitting the wall so hard that they left small holes. Carlisle’s eyes were black and sparking, making the two boys’ hair stand on end.

“What happened?” It took all three centuries’ worth of self-control on Carlisle’s part to not roar the words. As it was, two receptionists slid a little way under their desks.

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Sam hated to admit it, but the bloodsucker’s anger was justified. With this in mind, he spoke calmly and clearly.

“We found her like that at the Black house. It…it was Jacob. His is the only scent on her.”

Sam was very aware of the way the doctor flexed his fingers.

“We swear to you that Jacob will be punished—severely. Whatever was done to Bella will be done to him threefold.” Carlisle’s eyes glinted in a menacing way, and Sam cleared his throat to alleviate its sudden tightness.

“We only ask that you—“

Carlisle interrupted him. “You don’t want us to kill the rest of the pack? Massacre your entire tribe? Is that what you think we’d do?” He took a step back, his hand reaching for his cell phone. “I guarantee you, Sam Uley, the only one who will be hunted down for this is Jacob.”

Carlisle walked quickly towards the double doors again. Sam heard the beeps of a cell phone being dialed and Carlisle’s livid voice.

“Emmett, get Edward and Jasper. Put on hunting clothes and tell them to do the same…don’t ask questions. Just do it!”
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