I Sometimes Think About How I Would Die! part 2 Chapter 1, a Twilight + Hannah Montana Crossover fanfic

*|Sam Uley |20 |Emily |Chaske Spencer
*|Jared |17 |Kim |
*|Paul |16 | |
*|Collin |13 | |Boo Boo Stewart

CHAPTER ONE

Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View

"I don't care!" I said quite heartlessly, holding Jacob to me and kissing every part of him that I could reach. "I don't care, Jacob, I love you!"

"I killed him, Miley!" Jacob repeated, breaking down in my arms. I held Jacob tightly, running a hand through his short black hair comfortingly and kissing his cheeks and the side of his head repeatedly.

"I don't care, I just want you to come back to me, we can deal with this together, just please come back to me." I mumbled into his shoulder, my voice cracking a little and tears blurring my vission again. "I don't blame you, Jacob, I could never blame you for protecting me, I love you!" I felt his sobs starting to weaken and eventually stop. "He deserved it, who knows what he might have done in the future, what if he was spying on another innocent girl and he decided to do more than that? What if he tried to rape another little girl?" He shuddered at the word and so did I and I felt his tears stop falling against my skin. I knew he was imagining Domztig trying to do something to me. "You were saving a little girl from a lifetime of torture, I couldn't ever be mad at you for saving an innocent life."

"But, I took a humans life... Not a bloodsucker, a real live human." Jacob looked up at me with wide, kinda scared, worried, regretful brown eyes that just about broke my heart. "You should hate me."

"I would never hate you, Jacob!" I cooed, brushing his tears away and kissing his forehead. "Donztig deserved to die, I just didn't want you to do it because I didn't want you to get caught." Okay, I know I sounded really heartless, but it was true; Donztig did deserve to be ripped limb from limb and I was more worried about Jacob getting caught than anything else. "I love you!" I unconsciously starting rocking him back and forth to calm him, even though he had stopped crying I didn't want him to start again. "I don't care what you did, I just care that you're here and you're okay and that I'm not gonna lose you."

I could never do anything but love Jacob, I didn't care if he killed a human, the human had been spying on me for two years and had naked pictures of me in the shower and getting dressed/undressed, who knows what Donzrig would have eventually tried if it weren't for Jacob protecting me. I had been too worried I would never see him ever again to care about him killing someone. I just wanted my Jacob back, I was too scared that he had been so angry at me that he had left the pack to even blink twice at thought of him kiiling a perverted pedophile. I let Jacob into my mind to hear those thoughts, hoping he wouldn't feel guilty, and I did feel him relax a tiny bit against me, but I knew it would be a long time before my Jacob was back.

MACOB

Jacob E. Black's Point Of View

I don't know what happened, but I guess I must have fallen asleep to Miley whispering comforting words to me. I couldn't believe she didn't care that I had killed her neighbour. After I had run away after almost taking her in anger I had run for a couple of hours to get rid of my excess energy, but it didn't work so my rage had led me back to the bastard and I just couldn't stop myself when I remembered what he had been doing and I thought about what he might have done in the future if she hadn't moved to Forks or if I hadn't been there that night. When I woke up Miley was still here except she was dressed in a simple baby blue tee and a skirt so I realized she had gone back to her house when I was out. She was washing a wet cloth over my naked body softly and kissing my tingling skin and mumbling that she loved me. I couldn't believe she could still stand to be around me let alone come looking for me after I saw that look of pure fear in her eyes yesterday morning.

"Goodmorning, my Love!" Miley murmured when she noticed I was awake, moving up to my head and kissing my lips lightly. I cherished every nano-second she was touching me in case she decided I really was disgusting and that she didn't want to be around me anymore.

"I love you!" I whispered, my voice hoarse and scratchy. " I love you, Miley Stewart, and I'll never stop for as long as I live." I said desperately, trying to make sure she knew, so she could forgive me. I knew I had no right to her forgiveness after how I terrified her yesterday, but I was willing to do anything to make sure she never got that look in her eyes ever again. That look of pure fear in her innocent, bright eyes, especially when I was the one to put it there. I had vowed as soon as I saw that look that I would do anything in the world to make sure my Miley never looked like that ever again.

"I love you too, Jacob Black!" Miley said quietly, kissing my cheek and warpping her arms tightly around me and I melted in her touch, revelled in the fact that she wasn't running away from me screaming for what I had done to her. "And I'll never stop no matter what!" Her words sent hope coursing through every inch of my body, but I couldn't bring myself to believe them; what if I got mad again and hurt her? I couldn't trust myself not to after yesterday and the second I did I knew she would stop loving me, imprint or no imprint.

"I almost hit you..." I whispered, knowing it would probably be easier for her to leave if she didn't have to wait for me to lose control again. "I could have hit you."

"No! You couldn't!" Miley denied and I could hear the shock in her voice. "I was offering myself to you, but you didn't, you couldn't." I prefered to remain quiet, I prefered not to mention how tempting it had been to take her giht there in anger instead of love. "You could have done whatever you wanted to me, but you didn't, you chose to leave instead of taking your anger out on me."

"But, I almost hit you..." My voice cracked, but I didn't care, I didn't care about anything but Miley.

"But, you didn't!" She countered, looking me in the eyes and I commited everything about her beautiful orbs to memory. "You could have, but you didn't, you could have done anything, but you didn't, you left instead of hurting me." Her voice was soft and caring and loving and she shouldn't have been using it when I saw the look of complete terror in her eyes yesterday. "You love me don't you?" She asked and I shot my head up to her.

"More than anything!" I replied immediately, feeling like it would be a crime not to love her, like I would die if I didn't love her.

"And you know I love you the same, right?" She questioned and I was silent for a second. I knew she shouldn't love me after what I could have done to her. But, would she really be here, comforting me, holding, washing my blood away if she didn't?

"Yeah... I know!" I sighed and she siled softly.

"That's how I know you could never hurt me." She said and I felt confused and kind of relieved at the same time that she didn't say it was all a joke and that she didn't love me. "Because when you're in love like we are then there is no way you could ever hurt the other person, so I know you could never hurt me, not yesterday, not today, not tomorrow, not in a million, bazzilion years. We're in love too much." Miley explained in a matter-of-fact voice and I felt relief flood through me that at least one of us had confidence in me. Miley leaned up and kissed my lips softly, tracing her tongue across my lips lightly and I let her in without hesitation, thought or even a nano-second passing. Our tongues brushed together sensually in a reasurng, loving kiss that made me believe every word she said. I felt like I knew what she was talking about in September when she said I made her crazy enough to believe my delusions - only they weren't delusions - except this time it was reversed and I was believing her comforting lies. When we pulled away for air Miley stayed in my arms for a while and I made absolutely no move to change that, nor would I ever. "You need to eat!" Miley said when she eventually did pull out of my arms and for the first time I noticed that my cut-offs from yesterday and a bright green shirt were folded neatly nearby and the almost full box of poptarts was next to them.

"You're all I need to keep going." I countered quietly, wanting nothing more than to just hold her to me for the rest of my life.

"No... I'm pretty sure you need food." Miley retorted and I saw a smile smile on her sweet lips, she grabbed the poptarts and crawled back to me, curling back into my lap and resting her head on my shoulder, not seeming to care that I was naked the whole time. I guess finding out I killed someone made all the lust go away. "Now eat!" Miley demanded, a cute determind look on her face that made me obey even though I didn't see a point when I could have run to Forks and back a hundred times just from finding out that she still cared about. Forks... Charlie would probably have my heat in a noose for keeping Miley away again, and he'd ground her even more than before so on the off chance that I did survive the first day back I wouldn't be able to see her probably until she was eighteen and old enough to move out. "We should go back to Forks shouldn't we?" I asked reluctantly as Miley opened one of the poptarts and handed it to me. A look of confusion crossed her face for a second, followed by realization and then a frown graced her lips.

"Yeah... Probably..." She pouted and I leaned down and kissed her like I used to when she pouted and I was happy that she still let me kiss her. Her pout instantly disapeared and I smiled. "But, I don't wanna, Charlie will probably, like, ground me a million times so I won't be allowed to see you 'til I'm a hundred and four... Can we stay here a little longer?" She asked and I felt like doing cartwheels or something.

"We can stay as long as you want, Miles." I grinned, in no hurry what so ever to get back to Forks so I could lose her indefunately.

"Good!" She smiled, relaxing into my arms and I was excastic to see none of the fear from yesterday in her beautiful hazel eyes.

MACOB

Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View

"Where did all the blood come from?" I asked the question before I even realized it had formed in my head and Jacob tensed beside me. After I had practically force-fed him and he got dressed in his cut-off jeans and an old Rico's shirt of Jackson that was at the house we had started walking aimlessly down the beach, away from the house slowly. I instantly felt guilty for bringing it up when he had looked so torn up yesterday for killing Donztig... But it wasn't Donztig's blood, it was his...

"After..." He started, then trailed off, looking for the right words.

"You don't have to tell me." I said quietly, I stopped walking and he stopped too, turning to face me with sad brown eyes.

"After I... I was still angry that the son of a bitch had been spying on you and after I... I took my excess enrgy and anger out on a bunch of boulders. I bit it and cllawed and scratched and ran into it until I couldn't anymore." He said quietly and I felt my heart stop. He had intentionally hurt himself? "And I was so..." He continued, not looking me in the eyes, instead focussing his gaze pn the water lapping at our feet lightly. "I was afraid... I was afraid that you would hate me because I killed a human... I was afraid that you would be disgusted with me, that you'd never want to see me or talk to me ever again... I was afraid that you'd be scared of me because I almost hit you... I was afraid of losing you and I guess I took it out on the rocks." Jacob admitted and I felt my heart almost breaking at the sadness in his eyes and voice.

"Never!" I whispered and his eyes snapped up to me, confusion now mixed with the sadness. "I will never leave you, Jacob!" I promised, reaching up and stroking his cheek softly. "I could never hate you, I could never be disgusted with you for protecting me, I could never not want to see you, I could never not want to talk to you, and I could never leave you for anything... I love you, Jacob!" I told him slowly, making sure he heard every single word.

"I love you too, Miley!" Jacob said, bringing me into a tight hug that I was more than happy to return, cradling him to me gently.

It was the that I realized he wasn't feeling guilty about killing Donztig - and in my opinion he shouldn't - but for making me scared yesterday. He was only worried about me the entire time instead of being worried about getting caught or any of the other multitude of things to worry about, he was just worried that wouldn't love him because he got angry and I offered myself to him.

"I love you!" I repeated, bringing his head down to mine and standing on my toes to kiss him slowly and reassuringly. "I." I kissed him again, trying to make sure he understood perfectly. "LOVE!" This kiss was deeper and more passionate. "You!" I ended, kissing him again, though it was shorter, but still as passionate and loving.

"Thank-you!" Jacob breathed and even with my wolf hearing I barely heard him, but I smiled as he burried his face in my hair, happy that he undertood that I could never stop loving him even if I tried. And it had nothing to do with imprinting either.

"Anytime." I smiled, kissing his neck lightly.

After a few minutes we started walking again, this time back to the house... Or I guess my third home. My first home was anywhere Jacob was and it would forever be my home no matter what. I even wrote the song 'Finally Home' about him being my home - it was on the CD I gave him for Christmas. My second home would have to be Tennessee; I grew up there and had a lot of good memories there - despite the bad ones - and I'd never be able to stop loving my childhood farm. Which would make Malibu my third hime; it's where I fullfilled my dream of being a singer and spent two amazing years with my Daddy and Jackson and Lilly and Oliver, Malibu would always have a place in my heart, but wherever Jacob was would always be first.

When we got to the house I went to my closet and dug out the back pack I had used during elemtary school - I don't even know why I still had it - so we could put our clothes in it when we had to phase to go back to Forks. I heard Jacob laugh when he saw the Barbie Princess patterns and I pouted. I tossed it at him and he automatically caught it, going quiet.

"Go ahead." I sad fake-sad. "Laugh, make fun, it doesn't hurt or anything." I turned away from him and I heard the baqg hit the floor and a secon later his arms were around me from behind and I smiled.

"No, Miles, I love you!"He assured and I turned in his arms, smiling up at him brightly, linking my hands around his neck.

"I love you too, Jacob!" He leaned down and kissed me softly and I cherished every touch of his lips to mine after being afraid that I'd never see him again yesterday. "Now strip!" I ordered when we pulled away a few seconds later.

"WHAT?" Jacob asked, his jaw dropping and his hands tightening just a little on my waist.

"You can't phase when you're wearing them or you'll destroy them." I explained and relaxed a little so I stepped back, out of his grasp and made the first move by pulling my own top over my head, blushing bright red so I somwhat resembled a mutated lobster. I wished I had thought to put a bra on when I came back here when he was sleeping last night, but it was a little late for that now considering I was standing in front of him half naked. I don't think I'd ever stop being embarassed about my body around Jacob, especially when he was looking at me like I was the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow or like I was some miracle or something, it made me feel self conscious and like a little kid who couldn't be naked in front of anyone. Before I even realized it Jacob had stepped forward and was kissing me intensley so I felt every nerve in my body tingle.

"Perfect..." Jacob mumbled against my lips, his hands ghotsting over my breasts and making me instantly want him, like any touch from him could do, it was like he knew just where to touch me to make me crazy with lust. I kissed him back hungrily and pushed my hands up his shirt, feeling his perfect chest and abs - damn eight pack always made lustful - as I forced it off him.

"Shower!" I muttered, starting to walk backwards and bring him with me into my private bathroom and he kicked the door shut behind him. I chose shower over bed because even though he had me up the wall with lust I was still in my mind enough to notice that there was still an awful amount of blood on him after I washed him. I fumbled with his jeans before eventually getting them undone and pushing them down so his manhood sprang free, standing straight out at attention... Or rather, beggin for my attention. I don't know how but I managed to pull Jacob into the shower without causing either of us serious injury and I deftly reached a hand over to turn the water on almost full heat.

I ran a hand along his length, measuring like I had the first time and I was shocked to find that it had grown at least half an inch since his birthday only two weeks ago. Jacob groaned loudly and one of his hands gripped my waist whilst the other pushed my skirt down and ghosted over my heat. Before he could touch me anywhere I pushed him away from me so he stumbled back a few steps with an adorably sexy surprised look on his face. The water was falling all over him just adding to the sexiness that is Jacob and I think I might have orgasmed a little just from the sight of him.

I stepped forward and kissed him long and slow, roaming my hands all over his body before pulling away and raking my nails down his torso as I dropped to my knees. His hands dropped to my head and tangled in my hair. I glanced up and saw a needy, lusty, begging, loving look on Jacobs face before focussing my attention back on his hardness. I kissed the tip teasingly and he moaned my name loudly, beggingly, but I decided to tease a little more by moving up and kissing just above his package - he had his pubic hair trimmed before (he said for 'removal of self-pleasuring discomfort' which was really when he kept pulling them out on his 'solo missions') but now he had completely shaved it after I hadn't liked when he had it last time - this made it so much easier. Jacob whimpered loudly and his hands tightened in my hair when I moved down, going further down than he wanted and taking one of his over-grown golf balls in my mouth, sucking lightly so I didn't hurt him or anything before I moved on to the other one.

"Please?" Jacob begged and I gave in, kissing up the underside of his length before doing the same to the head and then...

Okay, so I hope the part at ht ebeggining helps you understand part of what's going on in my mind as far as the packs go.

I'm hoping Miley and Jacob are going to be married by the end of this story so there will be more scenese like the above, getting closer and closer to sex until it eventually does happen, so this is my warning to all readers.

Another thing, all competitions are still open until April 1st, I just figured since I was so far ahead in writing that I would post earlier than I said I would, so I hope you like it.
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