Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight series, not me. bursts into tears
Chasing Jake
"Bella."
I looked around uneasily, and stared straight into the eyes of my one true love. Edward. He gazed back with emotions that I could not decipher, raging across his mind-blowingly beautiful face.
He was standing next to me on the dilapidated front porch, his warm skin something that I had still hadn't quite gotten used to. Now, the marble skin on his arm moulded perfectly against my own pure white skin, with a comforting sense of belonging. We matched each other in our appearances. Every detail on his face mirrored mine; from his red-bronze hair with my dark locks with red strands, to his gentlemanly stance with my elegant posture. I didn't know what I would do if I lost him. As I thought about that, I expected my heart to clench in rejection, but I never felt it. And never would. My heart had stopped beating… what seemed like a forever ago.
I had given it to Edward, and never looked back.
With the one exception. The reason why I was standing on this porch. The reason why I had survived through that terrifying hell when Edward had left; why I was still standing here, alive – or to some extent.
The reason why I was still not truly happy. Jacob. I had to tell him that I had been bitten. Bitten not killed. I almost cried out when the wave of guilt washed over me, commanding and unforgiving.
Edward's liquid voice penetrated my reverie. "It's time to tell him, Bella. Be strong."
I looked away, immediately regretting it when I saw his angel's face crumple in hard-to-conceal hurt. I struggled to regain the peace.
"I'm sorry, Edward. For putting you through all this. It's just that… Jacob is my best friend, at least - well…he's still mine. I just… I feel so empty without him. His pain is my pain… and I hurt him so bad! I just…I don't know… how…"
Before I knew it, I was crying invisible and impossible tears. Edward's strong arms wrapped around my hard body. I felt his cheek lightly rest on top of my head, his voice soothing in my ear. It's okay, it's okay. I'm right here.
"I'm right here Bella." He whispered again.
I straightened up. I closed my hands around Edwards, and touched them to my lips. I saw the emotions in Edward's golden eyes tighten, and he roughly pulled his hand away. Shocked and wounded, I stepped back. Had I still been a clumsy human, I definitely would've staggered, probably even fallen down the steps. My mind raced to understand. Had Edward just rejected me? But then Edward stepped closer to me, bridging the gap that had formed between us, and I saw that I had misunderstood. The emotion in his eyes hadn't been anger, but longing.
He took my bloodless face in his smooth hands, pushed me against the sagging wall of Jacob's house, and kissed me with such passion it almost took my breath away. Kissing Edward as a vampire was incomparably better than kissing him as a human. I tasted his delicious scent on my breath and eagerly kissed him back. I moved my hands up where they tangled in his hair.
"Oh Christ, no!" A door slammed next to my head.
I had been so distracted with Edward, that I hadn't noticed his recognizable scent; woody, like the forest, but somehow bitter, like coffee grains. I had planned to talk to Jacob alone, with Edward waiting back at home, and he had agreed that that would be best. But none of that mattered now.
I tore myself away from Edward, almost throwing his arms away from me. My lips blurred as I whispered to Edward in less than a millisecond. "Go home. I'll see you soon. I love you so much." Edward glanced at me, torn, and then flashed down the steps.
I frantically whipped around, my desperate eyes searching for Jake. But he had gone. The front door was hanging open like an unfinished sentence. A thin sliver of wood had jolted out of the panel from the force of the blow, and it lay at my feet. I stood there for what seemed like hours, until I finally realized that I should be doing something. Going to find Jacob, and explain. Tell him, myself. Maybe it would be better that way. What was I doing here, no doing anything! Werewolves were fast, he might be halfway to China by now. I wouldn't be able to even find him.
I hurled myself through the door as I sprinted across the small, messy house, weaving between sagging couches and half-eaten pies. In almost no time, I had dashed out the back door. "Jake!" I yelled. "Come back! I need to talk to you!"
With the wind thrashing through my hair, I screamed hopelessly into the suddenly strong wind.
"I need you! Please… Jake, JAKE!" I took a deep breath and dashed into the forest, the hurricane of wind surging around me.