Okay, now, I've read all four of the Twilight series, and I decided to place this right after Eclipse, and I'm pretending that Breaking Dawn doesn't happen. Some things will be same, but no, I'm not making Jacob Black imprint on Bella's daughter Renesmee. Feking Stephenie and her imprinting. Love the books, but not the imprinting on the half vampire. NOT COOL. It was hilarious when I read Bella's reaction, but I still hate the fact that he imprints, so he won't in my story (on Renesmee at least).
All Jacob could think was run. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Run, run, run, faster. Don't think about her. He liked the feeling of muscle and bone working and contracting, his heart beating in rhythm. Run, run, keep going. Farther. Don't think about Bella. Her face, her hair, her eyes, her body against his-NO! Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Faster. She chose the bloodsucker. Not him. STOP! Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Run. Faster. Farther. He had to keep running. He couldn't turn human, to face the pain. He couldn't stop running or he'd start thinking about her. She chose Edward. She broke his heart, and they had the audacity to invite him to their- No, no, no, no, no! Run, run, run. Breathe in, breathe out. It'd been awhile since he heard the thoughts of his pack back at La Push. Jacob slowed. Was he being pathetic? Letting one girl ruin his life the way she did? He slowed a little bit more. Should he go back? His heart was hammering in his chest. His pack was probably worried about him. He came to a complete stop. Jacob shook his head, confused. He wanted to wail like a child. It wasn't fair! He wanted to hear Billy's -or even Sam's- advice. He was so confused. His heart ached to go back to his pack, to be surrounded by his brothers -his friends. But if he went back, he might have to face her. And he didn't know what he'd find. Had the bloodsucker changed her yet? He looked up to the sky. It was cloudy. But the moon was full, bathing his russet fur. He searched the sky. And ironically, as his mind cleared, so did it. Once it was clear, thousands of stars shone brilliantly, more than he'd seen in one sky for a long time. He took a deep breath. One last time. One more time he would think about her, he'd let his whole heart out. Then he would go home to his pack. Bella would run his life no more. He let his mind swamp with her image, her scent, eyes, laugh, everything. It was like he was letting a raging tornado sweep through him. All of their memories filled his mind. Once he thought he couldn't take it, like his heart was shredding, like he was reopening a scarred wound. A mournful howl split the air.
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You know, I hate airports. Scratch that, I hate traveling. It makes me sick, and not just physically either. I guess it's from traveling all over, getting handed from aunt to aunt, from one place to another. My dad disappeared when I was little, and my mother recently passed away. (And by recently, I mean at least two years ago, but I still feel like it happened just the other day.) Hence the problem I'm in right now.
Right now, I'm headed to Washington state, to some Indian reservation named La Push just out of the small town Forks. After a little research, I've found that it's right near the ocean, and surrounded by forest, so I think I'll be okay. I've always been a nature girl. But I've also read it's always cold. That's going to be a problem. I like being warm, so early forty's is not okay. I've always liked to wear sweaters, but I don't know if that's going to be enough. For some reason, no matter if I'm near the equator or not, I'm always freezing.
You know what's sad? I've realized I've had more family members than I thought possible. Have you ever had that one distant relative that you never knew you had until something bad happens, or you see them holding you as a small, small child? That happened to me, except it wasn't one, it was more like...twelve? Now to you most people, you'd probably say 'Hell no, I'm not living with them!' well, I don't have a choice. I've learned not to really care. Or, if I don't like them, make their life a living hell so they'll pass me on. Maybe someday I'll run out of freaking family members.
But for right now, I'm off to my thirteenth aunt, Emily Young. Hmm, well isn't that ominous...oh well. She is my distant, distant, distant aunt. But, bless her soul, she actually wants me to live with her and her boyfriend/fiancé...thing. I've never met Emily, then again, I've never met half of the people I've lived with for the past two years...but still. Like the rest of the people I've lived with, I guess this is going to be an interesting, different, horrifying, or just plain weird experience. I'll find a way to survive...eventually...maybe.
"Welcome to Port Angeles" read the sign above my head as I stepped out of the plane. I tried not to laugh and followed the other passengers out of the terminal and headed towards the baggage claim. That's where Emily and her boyfriend would be waiting for me. Let's just see how this turns out.