Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any of the characters or storylines of the Twilight series; I'm just a fan having fun with her amazing characters.

This is my first fan-fiction ever!!! It's the first time I've dared put something in writing, because I'm fascinated by the whole Jacob-Nessie story. Please review and tell me what you think, I have great respect for all the writers in this site and would greatly appreciate your comments. Hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 1

I'm walking through the forest, the soft wet leafs caress my body and I can hear even from this distance the rushing stream. I know this is a dream, it has to be, because I can't smell anything, which is highly unlikely for someone like me, but I don't care; it feels good to dreamwalk in the forest. As I get closer to the stream, my heart starts racing faster than it usually beats; I feel anticipation but don't quite understand why, because this is a new dream, one I've never had before. And then I realize what the fuss was about… right next to the stream I see a huge furry russet figure, the sheer size of him and the fact that from my view I can make out his intimidating teeth and overbearing muzzle, would scare any living creature, but not me. He looks up at me, his dark eyes penetrate me with such force that I wake up, but not before uttering his beautiful name… Jacob, my Jacob.

Nessie's POV

I opened my eyes. From the brightness in my room I realize it's earlier than I usually wake up on a Saturday morning. Sitting up in my bed I carefully listened to see if my parents were home, quickly realizing of course how absurd this is, considering vampires hardly make any noise when sitting still. So I decide to rely on my best sense, my sense of smell. Nope, not home. I love my parents to death, they are the most amazing people in the world, but right now I'm thrilled they're at the "Big House", because that means I have a better chance of making my escape.

You would think that having a small army of indestructible vampires as a family, not to mention an almost indestructible body of my own, that my parents would be carefree and confident in my safety. That of course, is not the case. My father, whom my mother calls "the most overprotective man in the world" is constantly watching over me. If my mom as a human ever thought my father was just too much, she's lucky she didn't have to put up with what I do. Which brings me to my beloved momma, the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I know, who of course has no idea just how gorgeous she is and who has, regrettably, picked up on my dad's nasty protective habit, probably stemming from the fact that she had to fight to keep me alive once in her belly and another while I was just an infant, because of the Voltury, making me her precious gift from God. It is because of their overactive nature that I have to stoop as low as to sneak away every once in a while rather than ask for the permission that will surely be denied.

I got up quickly and went straight to my closet. When it comes to clothes, I am definitely not my mother's daughter, much to my aunts' amusement. It probably has to do with the fact that Aunt Alice always, and I mean always, gets what she wants, and this case, she had a hand in my wardrobe since birth, so some of it had to have rub off on me over the years. I'm definitely not concerned with designer clothes or the latest fashions, but I do love to go shopping and prefer to wear pretty dresses rather than sweats. It's a good thing a have vampire-like memory, because your average teenager would get lost for days in my over the top size closet; so I go for one of the doors and locate and put on a lime green sundress with spaghetti straps and embroidered leaves on the fringe. There is one thing however that does drive Aunt Alice crazy about my wardrobe, and that is my preference to go barefoot. Its a little habit I picked up from Jacob who almost never wears shoes. Alice still to this day growls at him every time I come around the big house barefoot – "My beautiful little niece is not a DOG" was one of the comments that got big laughs later on in La Push by all the guys, except Jacob, who was tremendously surprised by hearing Alice, who has always really liked him, use the word "dog" in the same tone as my aunt Rosalie.

I looked in the mirror to do a quick check up. These days I look like a fully grown 17 year old, weird considering I'm only 5 years old. In a year and a half I'll be fully grown and stop developing. I look a lot like my dad, my features and my body's build (I'm taller than all the women in my family); the only thing that is not Edward Cullen are my eyes, exactly like my mother's when she was human. I sometimes catch my dad looking into them, not really seeing me but remembering how my mother used to be. I once heard him say that the only two things he misses about human Bella are watching her sleep and the brown chocolate color that her eyes used to have. It feels nice to know that my mother's humanity, that her human self was not lost, but lives on in me. And then of course we get to my hair. I know I have my Grandpa Charlie's hair and should feel proud, but honestly, sometimes it can be a pain. It's so curly it gets knots everywhere and its volume sometimes gets in the way of my peripheral vision when hunting. Today however, it looks silky and smooth, thank God.

Without staling any longer I leaped straight out of my window, landing in a silent crouch. One quick view towards the big house to check if I've been caught and I'm off like a bullet toward my destination, La Push. I was enjoying my run so much that I barely noticed when I arrived just 20 feet away from Jacob's little house. And then I started to walk tiptoe, like a lioness stalking her pray. This is a game we started when I was barely an infant, seeing who can be stealthier and sneak up on the other. I almost never win of course; Jacob is far more experienced and says he can smell me a mile away. The few times I have surprised him, I'm pretty sure he saw it coming and let me win, because his reactions to the "surprise" have been over the top and melodramatic, which gives it away. I actually don't mind, it makes me happy to think that a big dangerous thing like him would play along just to make a silly little girl like me laugh. Because that's all I am to him, a little girl, his little sister, the daughter of his best friend, nothing more. My feelings for him are stupid and childish, I know this; why out of all the men in the world did I have to go and fall for the one who probably changed my diapers and babysat me. Stupid growth spurt and stupid werewolf who never ages!!! Normal people would not have this problem, Jacob would be all grown up and I would be able to see him for what he is, just another uncle and surrogate parent.

I rounded the corner of his house and slowly peeked through his bedroom window. Nothing. Then I heard it, the husky almost bark of a laugh that can make even my darkest day shine. Dammit. I turned around to see Jacob coming out from behind a tree, his laughter echoing in the forest. He was only wearing his boxers, obviously not having enough time to get dressed while he hid from me; it took all of my self control not to throw myself at him. By now, I knew every muscle in his sculptural chest, every crease, the tone of his skin, but still the sight of him left me breathless.

"That's not fair!!!" – I screeched like a child, regretting it immediately. - "What gave me away?!!"

"Ah Nessie, you smell so good it woke me up." - A big grin spreading across his angelic face. – "So, are you ever going to just accept that I, Jacob Ephrain Black, am invincible?"

"You only won because I'm only half vampire, any one of my relatives, including little Aunt Alice, could kick your butt, so don't get cocky puppy"

He started walking towards me, a devilish half smile forming in his face. He only looked at me when his face was inches away from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from him and hoped my mother's tendency to blush when still human would not show its ugly face.

"Speaking of the bloodsuckers… do they know you're here?" – He lowered his voice to say this, making it sound naughty, which brought goose-bumps all over my body. He was looking at me so intently that I staggered a bit when I tried to answer. He seemed to notice my reaction and quickly backed away, looking at the ground instead of me. Why was he reacting this way? Jacob never backed up when teasing, not even when threatened with painful and certain death in the case of Aunt Rosalie.

"You know Nessie, your family loves you, they would never dare hurt you… I on the other hand am in big danger if they find your gone and with me" – He said it without really meaning it, cause we both know that my entire family loves him and that momma would tear their limbs apart if they ever touched him. Nevertheless, his interest in my breaking the rules rather than the fact that I was here upset me.

"Ah, come on Jacob!!! I haven't seen you all week!!! With school and my dad's piano lessons, aunty Alice's shopping trips, uncle Em's baseball practices and momma's cooking lessons, God, and on top of it all my insane curfew, I haven't had any time to come see you, it was now or never, aren't you glad to see me?" – Jacob's smile went away and I wanted to kick myself for causing him anything that would make him stop smiling.

"Ness, how can you ask me that? Don't you know?" – He paused, as if restraining himself from saying something. "Ness, I… I miss you like crazy when I can't see you. You're my… my…" – and then he said it, shattering whatever fools hope my heart had been harboring. -"You're my kid sister, my best friend, my family".

"I can't think of a happy memory of my life that doesn't have you in it". –This was true of course; we always seemed connected in a magical way, like our lives were always meant to be entwined, like two magnets unable to stay apart, gravitating toward each other. Why else would he hang around a house full of vampires, his "mortal enemies", and why else would he have risked his pack when my life was in danger from the Voltury. He truly loves me, I know this… but at that moment, the words "kid sister" echoed in my ears and stung as if he would have told me he hated me. I hid the pain from my face, knowing he would pry if he saw something he said had caused it.

"I know Jake… I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" – I said this putting on the fakest smile I could gather up.

"Come on, I've got an idea" – he wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively and I couldn't help but laugh.

Before I knew it, we were on the beach, our favorite spot. He knows I love to go swimming and before I was old enough to start attending high school (I was homeschooled until last year due to the fact that my accelerated growth would get noticed) I would come down to La Push and swim with him almost every day.

We ran hand in hand towards the water and dove right in. Once we got to the depth we wanted Jacob pulled me towards him and wrapped his arms around me; the water is always cold and this is the only way I can stand to stay in long enough without freezing. This time however, his innocent hug sent electricity all through my body. I could feel his rock hard abs against mine and hoped desperately that I were wearing fewer clothes, so I could really feel his warm skin against mine. The rocking movements of the waves made our bodies rub against each other in an amazing way.

I was too busy taking in the amazing sensation of our bodies together to realize that Jacob was looking at me. It's always amazed me that Jake is such a strong and powerful being, a killer, and that he can still have the most innocent and pure eyes. Sometimes he looks at me as if it's the first time he's laid eyes on me, this was one of them. My heart started pounding and I hoped the rush of the waves would disguise the sound to his sensitive ears.