Disclaimer: I claim nothing. Twilight is strictly Stephenie Meyers's.
Running. Running.. Running…
I've finally finished my scouting around Forks. My brothers tell me that the black-haired blood sucker we killed the other day had a mate. The other day… Bella. She must hate me by now. Sam is keeping me from contacting her even though I really want to. Badly. I've never related to anyone like her before…I still hope my age doesn't affect our relationship.
The one thing that has been keeping me sane during this time is the speed. Ha! Not the drugs…Bella would massacre me if she thought I was doing drugs. No, the freedom I get when I become a wolf is incredible. There's nothing like running through the woods. In those times I have those rushes, I feel like some kind of Superman. Will Bella accept me if I show her that I'm the same person as before? If she can accept the other one, then why not? Right?
I race around the Forks High School one more time then move on…
That reminds me. When I found out the truth about the family of blood suckers who used to live here, I couldn't believe Bella knew and still "loved" him. He hurt her so much. My brothers convinced me that she knew, but still. How can she love something so..so…monstrous? Oh crap. Then how can she love me then since I'm a monster too? No. I just hunt the monsters. Yes. I'm just the monster hunter. I'm still me. Just because I turn into an oversized wolf now and then doesn't mean I'm not still Jacob Black…Right? I really should stop talking to myself. The guys in the pack make fun of me since I talk to myself so much. Damn mind reading werewolf powers…
I'm finally here.
I quietly jumped up into the convenient tree near her window…and peer inside. Good. She's sleeping. For about a week now, I've been checking in on her to make sure she was sleeping well. I feel guilty at times since she never knows that I'm here. God, I hope she doesn't think I'm some sort of creep or something…Seriously, who creeps into a girls room and just stares at them all night?
"Edward?"
I narrow my eyes. Why does she keep dreaming about him? Why does she still love him? And why does she say the same name each and every night?
I quickly leave my post and run back home. The screaming usually starts after she says his name.
I know I can help her get better. If only I could explain to her why I can't see her. I will love her more than that vamp ever could.
When I finally get home, I slip into my room and finally collapse on my miniscule bed. It's 6:57 A.M. Time for bed.