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Love Born from Hate

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Sam's POV

I charged through the Cullen house in wolf form. I'd left the others to deal with the Cullens while I took care of Bella and whatever it was she was carrying. Originally it was going to be one of the others to do it, but I changed my mind at the last minute. What we were doing was going to destroy Jacob. He was going to hate whoever it was who ended up killing the girl he loved and whoever ended up doing it was going to hate themselves. I couldn't do that to them. I would do it myself. I would be the one to carry the burden of Bella's murder, for I had no illusions that this act was anything other than murder.

I hated myself for even considering such an act. It was my job to protect people and instead I was planning to murder someone. I was planning to kill someone I knew, someone that meant the world to my pack brother. But I didn't see any other choice. We didn't know what this thing was, what it could do to the people of Forks. I was Alpha. I had to make a hard decision to protect everyone.

'She'd die either way,' I told myself as I climbed the stairs. That was pretty much what Leah had said to Jacob and she was right. Whatever was inside Bella was going to kill her. All I was doing was speeding up the process and taking out a dangerous being with her.

When I got to Bella's room, I found her laying on the bed. When she saw me, she looked not with fear, but with coldness, maybe even hatred. It unnerved me to the core. I'd never seen anything in Bella's eyes that mirrored that level of coldness. She was always so warm and caring. Then again, I was there to kill her.

"Hello, Sam," Bella said. Her voice was filled with the same level of coldness as her eyes.

I found myself frozen there, unable to move. I knew I should act now. I should get it over with. I should spare myself and Bella the agony of drawing this out, but I just couldn't seem to move. I didn't know if it was the hatred I was getting from Bella that made me pause or the simple fact that I had just realized the seriousness of what I was about to do, but I just couldn't get myself to do it.

"What are you waiting for, Sam? You came here to kill me. You, the supposed protector, came to take my life. Why not get it over with? What, are you waiting for me to beg? Beg you to spare my life and my baby's? Well, screw you! I won't give you the satisfaction. I know it wouldn't do any good anyway," Bella said, her voice as cold as ice.

I nearly shivered as I listened to the icy, hateful way in which she spoke. I was the alpha of a pack of wolves, but the way this young woman spoke to me had me more unnerved than I could describe.

I pulled myself together and finally managed to regain use of my body enough to take a step forward. I still couldn't make myself attack though. I thought about every time I saw Bella. I remembered finding her in the woods after her leech husband, then boyfriend, left her there to die. I remembered her charging towards me at the Black house, angry that I was keeping her away from Jacob. That was actually probably angriest I'd ever seen her until right now. I was kind of shocked by it then, but not more than I was right now. I remembered her as she came to the reservation time and time again with Jacob.

The more I thought about Bella and the affect she had me and my pack, the more I realized that I just couldn't do it. I couldn't kill her. I thought the danger her child presented to the world would be enough for me to end both their lives, but it wasn't. I just didn't have this in me. But I had to do something. I couldn't let that thing destroy everything in its path and I feared it would do just that.

Finally I phased back and put on a pair of shorts that I had tied around my ankle.

Bella let out a sigh of relief. While she hadn't allowed fear to show, it seemed she did have it. "Well, I guess you do have a soul."

"Hold that thought, Bella. I can't let this happen. I can't let that thing live to destroy our world," I told her.

"It's not a thing!" Bella screamed at me. "He's a baby. He's my baby!"

"It's dangerous! Look what it's already doing to you!" I growled back.

"Why did you phase back? Why didn't you just kill me? What, are you looking for a way to make yourself feel better for killing me? You want me to say that I understand and that you're not a monster for what you're about to do? I reiterate, screw you!" she yelled hatefully.

"You think I'm a monster? I'm not surprised. What else would you think about the man that was about to kill you?" I said.

"What do you mean what you were about to do? Are you going to kill me or not?" Bella asked in frustration and desperation. I imagine she felt like I was torturing her right now by not making my intentions clear.

"Not," I said. I couldn't. The wolf in me felt that I should, but I just couldn't do it, even though I knew she would die anyway. "But I imagine you'll see me as more of a monster for what I am going to do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bella asked.

"Like I said, I can't let that thing live. I can't take the risk that it will be nothing more than a killer. It has to be stopped and I intend to stop it. I'm just going to have to wait until it's born," I said as I walked towards her and reached out for her.

For the first time since I arrived, Bella showed fear. She'd figured out what I planned to do and she was afraid. She pushed my hands away as I reached out. "Get the hell away from me, Sam!"

"I can't do that," I said as I advanced on her. I picked her up into my arms with minimal difficulty.

"Edward!" Bella yelled out as she uselessly tried to struggle to get free. He wouldn't come for her though. The rest of the pack was keeping him busy.

"I really am sorry, Bella," I said as I leaped out the window with her in my arms.