A/N: Yeah I know, I've got way too many stories going on. They'll all be updated...eventually. I'll be updating Hold me Down soon, and the second chapter for Heathens is in the works. As always, I own nothing. I'm just playing with the characters, let me have my fun.

Warnings:

Inappropriate humor (as always)

Swearing (nothing new)

OOC Bella (do I even have to put that as a warning anymore)

Anti Cullen's (or this)

Anti Elena (not sorry)

Poly-amorous pairing(s)- Bella/Mikaelsons (brace yourselves)

Same-sex pairing(s) (if you've got a problem with it then don't read the story)

Possible lemons ? (look away, young 'uns)

I do realize that this isn't medically accurate, just go with it. ALSO: I'm going to be changing my user name!

You took to me so well

Hypnotic taking over me

Make me feel like someone else

You got me talking in my sleep

I don't wanna come back down

I don't wanna touch the ground

Pacific Ocean, dug so deep

Hypnotic taking over me

~Hypnotic~

Bella smiled when she looked into the mirror. She was a completely different person, or she felt like it, at wasn't her old shy, meek self. She wasn't the little girl who hid behind her boyfriend all the time. She felt completely comfortable, empowered, even, and that's what she loved about working at the club. Dancing made her feel free, alive, invincible. It made felt confident for the first time in her life. She wasn't Bella Swan anymore when she was on stage. She turned into someone else, and if she was honest, she loved it.

Jacob had once told her that she looked "in her element" on stage. He often came to watch her dance when he could, and always commented about how different she was when she was up there.

It was funny, really. If you would've told her a year ago that she'd genuinely enjoy dancing, especially in a club, in front of a large crowd, she would've thought you were nuts. Yet, here she was, in an outfit she once wouldn't have been caught dead in, ready to dance her heart out.

If Eddie could see me now...

Bella grinned at the thought, and moved to the middle of the stage, beginning her routine. The atmosphere of the club was intoxicating. She started to feel almost drunk, and as the beat picked up, all coherent thought left her there, it was a blur of lights, music, people, with intervals of black in between. She had no idea how long she danced. It could've been ten minutes or four hours, she didn't know, and didn't care. All she knew was that the longer she danced, the better she felt.

The sound of cheering and catcalling brought her back to earth. Her vision swam for a moment as her eyes started to focus back in on her surroundings. The high she got from dancing began to ebb, and with a kiss to the crowd, she made her way back to her dressing room.

-oOo-

Bella winced as a cramp tore through her stomach, her fingers clutching the steering wheel tighter. The after-show buzz wore off quickly, and she was right back to feeling sick. It had been happening for the last several months. She would get random cramps, nausea, headaches, for no apparent reason. She'd been to several doctors, and they'd all said that there was no reason for them, seeing as she was perfectly healthy.

"Son of a bitch." She swore quietly as the cramp worsened. C'mon, only a few more miles. If she could just make it to Charlie's house, she could sleep it off, maybe eat some cake-She'd discovered that sugar helped immensely, so she always kept her kitchen stocked up with every sweet imaginable- but then again, she was Bella Swan. Fate was cruel and heartless bitch, and loved to fuck with her.

The next cramp, far more excruciating than normal, made Bella double over and let go of the steering wheel briefly. The roads were slick from the constant rain, and the moment she let go, the truck started to slide.

"Shit!" She yelled, grabbing the wheel and struggling to gain control of the truck. She veered off the road, right into a ditch. She cried out as she lurched forward. Her head hit the steering wheel, and it was lights out.

-oOo-

"Are you sure you're okay?! Does your head hurt?! Are you dizzy?!" Bella sighed as Jacob continued to fuss over her.

"I'm fine."

"Bells, I really think we need to go to the hospital-"

"I'm fine."

"You just got into a freaking car wreck!" He sounded almost hysterical.

"I'm fine." She insisted.

"What if you have a concussion or something?!"

"I'll give you a concussion if you don't chill the fuck out." Jacob rolled his eyes at Bella's threat, and let out a huff of frustration. She was so fucking stubborn.

He had damn near had a heart attack when she'd called and ever-so-casually informed him that she'd not only crashed her car, but had also gotten knocked unconscious and been in the freezing cold for about an hour. He'd immediately rushed to pick her up soon, and as he got to her, he'd immediately insisted on taking her to a hospital. Of course, Bella was being her normal infuriatingly stubborn self and insisting that there was nothing wrong with her.

"I'm serious, Bella." He sent her a stern look.

"So am I." Jacob rolled his eyes again. He seemed to do that a lot when he was with her.

"You're a 5'4 Human, I'm a 6'5 werewolf, how are you gonna give me a concussion?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Keep arguing with me and you'll find out." Jacob snorted, shaking his head and hiding a smile.

"You're awfully violent for someone so tiny." He observed. Bella's lips quirked up into a grin.

"I'm closer to the ground and therefore closer to Satan."

"Sometimes, I honestly think you are Satan."

"Damn, I've been exposed. I can't let you live now, you know."

The werewolf laughed at her antics, and pressed a light kiss to the crown of her head.

"I'm terrified." He deadpanned.

Bella had changed so much since that Edward asshole had left, and if he was honest, Jacob much preferred the newer her. She was much more confident and wasn't the same meek little girl she was when she shed first moved to Forks, that was for sure. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, she laughed and smiled all the time, and she was much, much more comfortable with her body, seeing as she worked at a club. She spoke with more confidence, and said whatever was on her mind.

However, Bella wasn't the only one that had changed. Jacob had matured right along with her. He had finally accepted that Bella wasn't interested in him romantically, as well as the fact that though he loved her, he wasn't in love with her. His feelings towards her were more brotherly than anything. and now they had a beautifully strange friendship.

"C'mon, weirdo." Jacob tossed her over his shoulder with ease, laughing as she started shouting obscenities at him. He ignored her, and carried her inside Charlie's house. Bella's father was away for the weekend, preparing Harry Clearwater's funeral, so they had the place to themselves. They planned to use this time to pack up the rest of Bella's stuff.

Jacob laughed harder when Bella started beating at his back, extremely creative threats spewing from her mouth.

"A shower curtain? Really Bells?" He walked upstairs, Bella still caged in his arms.

"Yes, really!" She landed a well-placed kick to his groin, making him groan in pain.

"Ow! Jesus, woman, why are you so friggin' angry all the time? I thought el-"

"Please, make a short joke. See what happens."

"You won't do shit."

"Try me bitch." Jacob rolled his eyes, and tossed her onto her bed. She landed with an OOMPH. "Dick." Jacob snickered when she threw a pillow at him, and dodged it easily.

"You love me." Not wanting her to be in wet clothes any longer than necessary, he dug through her drawers until he came across a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and tossed them to her. "Are you completely sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" He asked suddenly, "What if something's seriously wrong?" Bella sighed. She appreciate Jacob's concern-as well as the fact that he actually asked her about it instead of forcing her to go like some people would've- but it was unnecessary. She'd only been unconscious for about a minute, so she doubted any real damage had been done, and other than the cramps, she felt completely normal.

"I feel fine, Jake, other than the usual cramps and crap." Jacob frowned.

"The doctor really has no idea why you're sick?"

"Nope. They say I'm healthy." Bella shrugged.

"Yeah, and you smell healthy too. I can tell when someone's sick. There's usually something off in their scent. There's nothing off in yours, you just smell like..." He trailed off, and inhaled deeply, trying to see if anything in her scent had changed, or if there was some undertone he'd missed. Nothing. It was so frustrating. She had to be sick, so why couldn't he smell it? Why couldn't doctors find anything wrong with her? Unless... He shook his head. Bella was human, as far as either of them knew.

"Like what?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Like sex, Bells." Jacob let out a short laugh, and flopped onto the bed next to her. "You don't smell sick at all. You just straight up smell like sex."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I mean, I know you haven't..." Jacob's cheeks turned pink, making Bella grin.

"Haven't what?" Jacob rolled his eyes.

"You know what I'm talking about, brat." He whacked her with a pillow. "You just kinda naturally smell like sex."

"Huh..." She looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned forward and gave his hair a sniff. "Well you smell like-"

"Wet dog, yeah I know. You're getting predictable."

"Guess I'll have to write some new material then." Jacob chuckled and pulled Bella against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Bella immediately curled up against him. They always slept like this whenever he came over. It wasn't romantic or anything, purely platonic, and that was the only thing that had kept Charlie from shooting him the first time he found them like that.

"Go to sleep, weirdo."

"Bite me, fido." Her insult came out slightly muffled.A few moments later, she bolted upright, looking thoroughly devastated.

"What's wrong?"

"MY TRUCK"

-oOo-

Jacob cringed when he heard Bella throwing up again. She'd been sick off and on all night and all day, and had now spent a good three hours in the upstairs bathroom. He was now extremely worried. Usually, she only got sick a few times a week, at the most , but lately, it had gotten worse, especially last night. She got nauseas more and more often, as was evident from last night.

"Do you need me to come up there, honey?" He checked for the hundredth time. Jacob knew it embarrassing for her when she got sick, so he didn't force his company, but that didn't stop him from being concerned. He had already called into work for her. There was no way in hell she'd be able to dance tonight. He had also let Charlie know that she was fine-they had agreed to not tell him about the wreck until they could think of an excuse.

"I'm okay." She responded after a moment. He heard water running, and then the thud of her feet as she stumbled downstairs. Jacob bolted towards the stairs, ready to catch her if she tripped. She wasn't nearly as clumsy as she used to be, that had went away when she learned to dance, but he was still cautious. Bella rolled her eyes at his hovering, but she wasn't nearly as irritated with it as she would've been with Edward. Jacob was protective, yes, but in an endearing, motherly way. He didn't treat her like she was made of glass, or like she was a child. He asked her about her feelings on things, instead of assuming that he knew what she needed or wanted, and she loved him all the more for it.

Jacob nodded and sat back down, but still kept a close eye on her, making sure she wouldn't pass out on him. She'd done that a few times before, and every time, it scared the hell out of him and Charlie.

Bella squeezed onto the couch next to him-seeing as he was massive, she really didn't have much room- and grabbed the remote from him.

"Hey! Who said you got to control the TV?!"

"I'm the queen of this castle, fido." Jacob rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote from her. "Bad dog, no!" Bella grabbed for it, but Jacob held it out of her reach.

"What's the magic word?"

"Kiss my ass." Jacob opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by the phone in the kitchen ringing. He glanced at Bella, who gave him a pleading look. Jacob rolled his eyes, reluctantly handing her the remote.

"Dammit, fine." He shoved her playfully, making her squeak, and got up to answer the phone.

"Get me some Twinkies while you're in there!" She ordered, making him roll his eyes yet again. He grabbed the box of Twinkies and tossed them at her. He smiled smugly when he heard her yelp.

"Ass!"

"That's what you get for being a brat, Bells." He picked up the phone, flipping Bella off when she stuck her tongue out at him. "Swan Residence."

Bella shoved a Twinkie into her mouth, watching Jacob's face contort in anger as he spoke to whoever was on the phone.

"He's at a funeral." Jacob gritted out, and slammed the phone down, making Bella jump at the loud sound. He started to shake violently, and his hands curled into fists. Bella immediately stood and started towards him to try and calm him down. "Bells, honey, stay back." He edged back away from her, not wanting to hurt her if he phased.

"Bella!" The brunette reared back in shock when Alice Cullen stepped into the room.

"Alice?!" The vampire moved forward to hug her, earning a furious snarl from Jacob. Bella immediately stepped out ofAlice's reach. She didn't want any member of the Cullen family coming near her ever again, much less touching her. A hurt look crossed Alice's face, but if she was honest, Bella couldn't give less of a damn about Alice's feelings. She just wanted to know why the hell Alice was in her house. "Yeah...Quick question...why are you here?!"

"Oh, Bella, I thought you were dead!"

"Why would I be dead? And that doesn't explain why you're here."

"I saw you get into a car wreck, and then your future went black...I came back here to support Charlie." Bella heard Jacob snort. She agreed. What complete and utter bullshit...

"Yeah, well, as you can see, I'm fine. You can leave now." Alice pouted at her, but Bella's face remained impassive. Once upon a time, she wouldn't have dreamed of speaking to Alice this way. Her pout wouldve made Bella give in immediately to whatever it was that Alice wanted. But this time, it had no affect. Things had changed. Bella once looked at Alice, and felt sisterly love swell in her heart. Now, all she felt was mild irritation.

"Bella, please, I need you... It's Edward, he thinks your dead. He's going to the Volturi to kill himself! You're the only one that can stop him!" Alice pleaded. Bella stiffened, fury erupting inside of her. How dare he?! He was the one that left her. He was the one who told her that she wasn't good enough for him or his family, so why the hell would he give a damn if she was dead?! She couldn't believe how selfish he was...she took that back. She could easily believe it. He had always been a selfish prick, not to mention melodramatic, so yes, she could see him pulling something as idiotic as this.

"What the fuck?!" Jacob voiced her thoughts, "I knew the asshole was dramatic, but seriously?!" Alice ignored him, and instead focusing on Bella, who was completely frozen. Her nails dug into her palms as her anger grew further.

"Please, Bella. I can't lose my brother. You're the only one that can save him." That made something inside Bella snap. She may have wanted nothing to do with Edward, or any of the Cullen's ever again, but she didn't wish death on him, and Esme and Carlisle didn't deserve to lose their son.

"Bella, honey...you don't have to do this..." Jacob spoke gently. As always, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Yeah, I do, Jake." Bella looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to understand. He did understand. Bella could be a bitch sometimes, but she had a heart of gold. He knew that if she didn't at least try to save Edward, the guilt would eat her alive. He hated the Cullen's even more now.

"Alright. But I'm going with you."

A/N: Unedited, but I like it. What do you guys think?