So, I bid you welcome! Before I start I should confess that I am NOT a real fan of the Twilight series - stop, before you scream at me, just listen, folks! - I have, however read the books and watched the films. It is a bit cheesy sometimes, or even most of the times, but the pair of Jacob and Renesmee just fascinated me and inspired me with what could have happened to them...if Mz Meyer had ever given them time to let it happen. *Sigh*

Anyway, this is my turn at the possible future for them. Just read some notes that are definitely important to note before you start reading.

First of all, Background info is important: Renesmee is living with the pack and Jacob in La Push (of course, she is staying with Charlie from time to time), the Cullen Clan has moved on (c'mon, after what happened to Bella, and anyway they all barely look the age anymore they pretend themselves to be) and lives with the Denali Clan in Alaska. Sure, they visit Renesmee from time to time and she visits them, they telephone, too, but apart from that they are probably not supposed to come up in this story. Sorry to burst that bubble!

Secondly: I am known to put my characters through a lot of shit, so be prepared for that. I write very dark sometimes, and plan on shocking you with twists in this story. My sense of humor is as dry as martini and my rating is due to violence, sexuality and emotional distress - hm, on consideration, there might be moments, when all of this applies to one and the same moment...curiouser and curiouser...

Thirdly: Due to my stressy University days I am not one for regular posting. I am trying my best - of course, reviews and comments are always a huge support in that field, if you ask me...well, well...

So, I rather stop babbling now, you've not coming here for listening to my endless tales of advises. Enjoy and as always I love to hear what you think!

The Maiden and The Wolf

1. Truth to be told

Jacob Black stared out of the window, taking a deep breath, scanning the panorama of the forest that opened up behind his father's house; the road that led back to Forks was just a vague spot in the distance but he was nonetheless able to see it. However, his eyes did not catch what they had hoped to see. Letting out a frustrated growl he resumed his previous pacing up and down of his living room, his eyes staring down to his feet while the thoughts in his mind raced back to the events of last night. As much as he tried not to think about it he could not help it. Images came back into his mind, images, of which he knew he mustn't think of. He felt his cheeks redden in response to his heavy blushing, he felt his breathing speed up, and instantly he stopped in his tracks. His eyes fell shut as he allowed the memory to be revived in his thoughts.

He could still taste her on his lips.

In his mind, he wandered back to what had happened last night between him and her. Renesmee.

He barely remembered any more why he had got up in the first place, he could not recall any longer if he'd had a bad dream, or what else had been the reason for him leaving his bed in the dead of the night – everything before her was only blurred and unimportant. He had left his room, entering the living room and there he had found her, lying asleep on the couch, which she had strangely enough always preferred to a real bed. He had approached her, he could not stay away, it felt like trying to fight against a magnetic pull. He couldn't fight it.

She had looked so peaceful in her sleep, and it had reminded him at the many other nights he had watched her sleep, since those nights many years had passed and she was no child any longer. But her innocence had not wavered since then, she was still as pure as an angel, still untouched by the world, still so unaware of the many secrets he had to keep from her. He remembered that she had stirred up then, waking up from her sleep, her senses just as sharp as his wolf instincts – and she had looked at him with those large, chocolate brown eyes, curiosity written all over her face.

She had not been afraid of him. Unlike most other people had done it in that situation, she did not back away from him, she had only stared at him with soft, questioning eyes, reminding him that she was still younger than she really looked. Her trust was killing him, he did not deserve it. It was in that moment that he had felt his control finally slip away. He had looked down at her, the blanket barely covering her lovely, angelic body – she only wore one of his old, long, worn-out T-shirts, that wasn't able to hide her strong, sensitive legs – and he had felt that he lost it.

He had sat down at the couch – she hadn't moved at all, no one could remain as still as she could – and had reached out one of his large hands to touch her face, her skin felt soft and warm, hot even, under his touch and the fragility of her whole being had awoken the fear in him he could break her if he wasn't careful enough. But she did not break. She did not back away. Not even when he leant forward, not even when his lips moved to steal the very first kiss from her young, rosy lips.

She hadn't twitched back. No, it had been him who had backed off, he who had destroyed it all.

He could still see her eyes widening in realisation, the shock written all over her face, the shame painting a colour of red to her cheeks, and he could still see it in her eyes: the confusion, the fear, and the panic. She hadn't been able to understand what had just happened between them, she hadn't been able to understand how she could have been kissed by her best friend, who was almost as much like her brother. She hadn't been able to understand.

Jacob was suddenly torn out of his thoughts when he heard the usual creaking of the front door, signalising him that she had finally come home from school. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his breathing as he waited for her. He knew it was now no longer possible to postpone this talk – he knew he should have said and explained all those things years ago, but he had always backed out, postponing this dreadful day. But now, now it was too late.

She breathed hard while she turned off her car (a black Volvo, not her choice really, but her father had insisted on getting her a decent car, as he had so eloquently put it), but she did not pluck up the courage yet to get out of it. She stared through her windscreen, looking at the old rusty, red house at the edge of the woods. However, she did not really see it, she stared at a spot in front of her without really seeing anything. Her breathing was flat and hard, hardly supplying her with the most needed air, and she would have felt dizzy if her thoughts hadn't raced so wildly through her mind.

Come on, Chicken, you can do this.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen (yes, that was a real name and no she was not joking, and no her Mum hadn't been on morphine when she gave birth to her and went for this name, and yes, she was really, really serious about this being her real name...) closed her eyes while her fingers gripped the driving wheel tighter than it was actually good for the car. Her father wouldn't by her a new one if she broke this one (of course he would, he was probably already hoping for it; Vampires, they had everything, except a decent sense of economy).

She shook her head, trying to get rid of that little voice inside her head – what could be more embarrassing than talking to yourself, right you are, nothing at all! She growled angrily under her breath, starting a last attempt to shut up her inside voice and to get her mind focused on what lay ahead of her. All of the sudden, silence overpowered her and she swallowed hard while she remembered the reason she had been so tensed (so tensed, she started talking to herself inside her head, again) in the first place. On second thought, she wished the voice inside her head was back on.

Stop shitting your pants, Chicken, it's only Jake inside there.

However somehow that thought did not really calm her down as it would have done usually – no, this was no normal situation at all, and the prospect of her best friend waiting for her to have a very "serious talk" (in her mind she was continuously making quotation marks) was absolutely terrifying for her. Of course, it was not really the talk that scared the shit out of her, but rather what had initiated that talk at all.

Last night had changed everything between them.

Everything.

Last night she had been kissed by her best friend.

Jacob Black.

Renesmee closed her eyes again when the memories of that moment rushed through her mind. The imagery was so clear, the memory so fresh, and all her senses still remembered every detail of it.

She could still taste him on her lips.

Her fingernails bore themselves into the driving wheel, the fabric aching under her force, but it was nothing compared to the force of the memory hitting her now. She could see it all displayed in her mind. He had approached her, slowly, as if he was afraid she would back away from him. She would never do that. He had touched her face, just the merest hint of a caress. He had leaned into her, she had felt his breath hitting her face, she had heard his heart beat so fast in his chest, the blood rushing so deliciously quick in his veins...

He had kissed her then. Softly, just as a butterfly's touch, so innocent a kiss, so full of an unspoken emotion and yet so loudly telling of his feelings, unmistakably to hear them. She had not backed away as she advised herself now she should have done, but no, she hadn't twitched back from him, hadn't shoved him away from her. She had found herself responding to him, had found herself to open up to his lips and to the feelings he had poured into this soft kiss.

However, the sweet moment had ended abruptly and he had torn them out of that small heaven – he had backed away from her and when she had looked into his face, seeing the shock written all over his face she had finally realised what they had just done.

They had destroyed it all. They had destroyed all the easiness between them, had taken away all the innocence of every touch they had ever shared, changing everything that had once been so familiar between into something they did not know yet. They had lost themselves, and they had not been able yet to find themselves again. They were treading unknown paths, now, destination unknown.

Renesmee opened her eyes again and looked over to the old, rusty house as she swallowed hard.

Since she could remember, Jacob had always been there, he had been her friend, her brother; he had protected her, supported her when no one else did, he had always done anything for her. He was the personification of her big brother, and since she was an only child, that was to mean a lot. He had always been the everything for her, and she had adored him like only little sisters could do.

Now, however, the innocence of their relationship was gone, there were no longer brother and sister, there were no longer able to look at each other, embrace or even talk without thinking about the only kiss they had ever shared. It had changed everything. It had left them in a situation that none could properly define. Confusion and fear overpowered her again.

There was no going back from here.

He knew he was no longer a brother to her, but what was he now?

Renesmee took a deep breath before she finally slipped out of the car, bracing herself as she walked over to the house, in order to find an answer to that question – and to that warm feeling that burnt in her chest.

Renesmee walked slowly into the living room, of course, she had expected him to be there, expected him to already wait for her. She did not look up while she let her dark leather satchel fall down to the floor, the sound being the only disturbance to this otherwise deafening silence between them. An all too awkward silence – and it felt strange, usually they never remained silent for long in each others company. They always talked, or laughed, or goofed around – however, now they did none of it.

Jacob looked up, hoping to receive something like reassurance from her eyes, but in that moment she looked anywhere but his direction. He swallowed hard, overwhelmed by his own emotions. Mostly, because he felt the sudden distance between them, as if their natural bond had been cut into half and a new bond hadn't been tied yet. However, another part of him felt overwhelmed because of clearly other emotions, because even now he could not but recognise her uniqueness, her breathtaking natural beauty.

Her long brown hair, that shone in a bronze town whenever the light of the sun hit it, flooded down in soft curls, she never really cared to do something special with it (she didn't need to it anyway, he added in his thoughts). Her skin was pale, but not in a scary pale sort of way, it simply gave her an appearance of fragility, a tender delicacy, as if she could break apart at any moment, as if the wind's blow alone could hurt her – it awoke the need in him to protect her.

"You wanted to talk, Jake – so, talk." she said all the sudden, however, her voice had been so quiet, he thought at first he'd just imagined hearing her say it – that was so not her, talking so quietly, almost more a shy whisper, usually her melodic, but pleasantly dark voice never shied away from talking the hell out of him. Jacob swallowed hard, again, trying to look away – he knew she hated it when people stared at her like that (and considering her rather divine beauty that happened quite a lot) – but he couldn't force his eyes away. Trying not to look at her was almost as painful as not being around her. He could not bear it, he fed on her existence, needed it as much as air to breathe – he needed her to survive.

Renesmee looked to the side, dark red shades spreading over her cheeks and he could feel that she was clearly uncomfortable, her body language appeared stiff and awkward; she did not want this talk, just as much as he did not want this talk, but he knew – and he hoped, so did she – that they needed to talk: things needed to be said. Now, before it was too late – if it wasn't already too late.

"First of all, Renesmee, I want to apologise." he started hesitantly and he could see that she immediately startled, it almost felt wrong hearing him say her full name – she knew, he did not like the name, making this situation even more uncomfortable, if that was even possible. Jacob ignored her reaction as if he hadn't seen it and tried to find the right words to continue.

"What happened last night...It wasn't my intention to frighten you..."

"You didn't." she threw in, almost inaudible and his head jerked up, only to meet her look for the very first time – her chocolate brown eyes stared at him with a depth far beyond her years, giving away a hint of her being more than just human, it was almost irritating, her glance caring so much expressive emotions, nearly too much to count them. He was, however, only able to hold her look for a glimpse of a second before she averted her eyes again, keeping her head down, shielding her thoughts from him.

Jacob, though, did not look away, he continued looking at her, not even pretending to calm his wildly racing heartbeat – her words had given him light in a stark dark night – and he was dead sure she could hear it, too, his heart beating desperately in his chest, beating for her. And he could hear her heart racing, too, wildly, desperately, like the wings of a bird, even faster than usual – he could listen to that sound for all eternity if she'd just let him.

"There are things you need to know, things I should've explained to you long ago. I am sorry for that, it would've have made things a lot easier, but I always thought it would be better like this. I did not want to pressure you, you should not grow up with a feeling of...of expectations." he said slowly, and stopped for a few moments, taking a deep breath, trying to find the right words to go on.

His eyes settled on her again and he was surprised to find her looking at him, and while he met the glance of her brown eyes he somehow felt much calmer now.

"You remember the stories, the legends, I've told you when you were young."

"Yes, you've told me about the wolves. The stories were supposed to put me to sleep." she answered, still without a clue of what he was going at, and Jacob smiled more to himself about her answer – as if she'd ever slept after he'd told her one of his stories, she had always had an insatiable hunger for knowledge – before he turned serious again. They were getting closer now, consistently drawing closer to the truth he had hidden from her far too long.

"Do you remember what I said about a Wolf finding his mate?"

Her eyebrows, which had been knitted in concentration the whole time, trying to figure out what he was playing at, went apart at that question – slowly, but steadily it was dawning upon her. He could see it in her face. She looked up to him, holding his gaze as she answered him, "It is a nature's call."

Jacob felt his heart starting to beat at double speed at her answer, he was clearly aware that she could hear it as he saw how she vaguely switched her standing position, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Did she really feel uncomfortable or was it only her usual reaction to the blood that ran now even faster through his veins?

"This nature's call, it's what we call imprinting. When a Wolf imprints on someone, it is a binding thing, and this bond can not be undone, not even by death.", Jacob swallowed hard as he said those words, feeling the weight of every syllable, and feeling the truth of it. Renesmee stared at him, she, too, swallowed hard as she looked away and when she spoke again, her voice sounded strangely thin, scared even.

"You mean the Wolf falls in love?"

"It goes even deeper than love."

Jacob saw how she subconsciously backed away from him, her instincts always trying to protect her, distancing her from uncomfortable things and situations, obviously this moment between them was not different. She remained quiet for some time, nearly driving him mad with her silence, it was so not like her to hide her thoughts from him, it hurt him.

"Why are you telling me this?" , she looked up, meeting his intense glance.

She already knew what was coming, she could feel it in the heavy silence that stood between them, but she wanted – needed – him to say it out loud. Jacob looked at her, a part of him felt sorry for her, it must be terrible for her to get to know it like that, all too suddenly. But he needed her to understand things, he needed her to understand what had happened between them, what was happening between them. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for whatever reaction might come.

"I've imprinted on you, Renesmee.".

I've imprinted on you, Renesmee.

The words stood between them, not like mere words thrown in, but like a solid wall, distancing them from each other, more and more with every second that passed by. Renesmee did not look at him any more, her eyes rushed from one side to another, almost too quick for him to follow; her breathing went hard and flat, barely able to provide the much needed air. If he hadn't known better he would have said she was about to faint. Time passed by, seconds become minutes, and her silence continued, tormenting him with uncertainty and terrifying fears of what she might say.

"You mean, last night...it was nothing but your wolf – imprinting – whatever, that was the reason why you kissed me?" she finally said when she resumed to talk again, her eyes searched for his look and the despair in her glance shocked him. Did it shock her that he kissed her or that he might have kissed her merely because of his imprinting – could she not see that his imprinting had nothing to do with his feelings for her?

"It's more than just that. I – I've already imprinted on you... the day you were born. The very first moment I looked into your eyes, I lost myself to you – and it's been like that ever since."

"You fell in love with me...when...when I was just a child, when I was just a baby? That is...", she looked clearly disgusted, her eyes fell away from him and she looked for a decent word to describe how much she despised the very thought of him and her as a child...

"You got it all wrong. I did not fell in love the day you were born. I – it's complicated..." he started, trying to defend himself but she cut him off immediately, snapping at him, finally losing her temper.

"Oh, really, then help me understand it, Jacob."

"It is like, the moment I saw you, everything changed. All of the sudden, it wasn't gravity holding me to the planet, it was you. From that moment on, I was prepared to do anything for you, be anything for you – anything you need. A friend, a brother, someone to look after you, protect you – even from yourself – and when the time comes, also a lover.", he had hesitated for a moment, but then he started to speak, no, it was not just speaking, he opened himself completely to her, telling her of the secret fire that had burned inside him ever since he had first laid eyes upon her.

He felt strangely vulnerable while he explained it all to her, describing his very feelings, however, he was aware that no words could ever completely express what he felt for her. There were no words in any language of the humans to describe it. It could only be felt, only be understood by nature's own language. Jacob looked up only to find Renesmee staring at him, she looked scared, confused, unable to process what was happening right now. It was simply too much. She looked at him with those deep, questioning eyes, begging him silently to tell her what to do, what to say.

"And what are you...for me...now I mean?"

"Everything you need me to be."

The question had sounded strange in his ears, as if she could not really bring herself to say it, as if the deeper meaning, that this question bore, was already too much for her to accept. Jacob looked at her and gave her the only answer he could deliver: the truth. Renesmee stared at him, she swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her responsibility for whatever choice she would make. No, it was too much, she could not make a decision, she did not even want to think about the possible consequences that this decision might have for her, for him and for their relation.

"This...this scares the shit out of me...this is just so confusing – "she started frantically, obviously searching for words, any words, to describe what this new piece of information had thrown her into, however, she stopped immediately, and settled instead on something that was much more important in that moment. She looked up to him, desperately needing to see his eyes, to see the truth being displayed in them, she needed to know what she had to do, what she could do.

"I mean, what do you expect from me now? What do you expect me to do, Jacob?"

"I don't expect you to do anything. I'm happy with everything you do." he said with a genuine tone, though he said the words through clenched teeth, clearly knowing of the deeper meaning of those words, for he knew there was always the possibility of her deciding against him. He knew he could not force her to respond to his feelings, and he knew he could not stop her from developing feelings for someone else. He had no choice but to live with it and his nature would force him to accept it happily, he thought to himself, whatever made her happy, fulfilled him, too.

"I will always love you, no matter what decision you make."

Renesmee froze at his answer, the shock clearly written all over her face. There was it, he had finally said those words, dangerous words, determined to destroy everything between them, ripping away everything familiar between them, overshadowing every touch, every laughter they had shared, replacing it with doubts, with a new, so unfamiliar meaning, replacing it with new, unknown feelings. It scared her. Those words changed everything.

"I don't want things to change between us, Jake.", she searched for his eyes as she said those words, hoping to receive the familiar reassuring smile from him she so badly needed, but at first he did not look up – and when he did, there was no smile hidden in his face, only an emotion expressed by his dark eyes that she could not take yet, maybe an emotion she might never be able to bear.

"I'm afraid things have already changed, Nessie."

"Stop trying to think so hard, Jake, you look like you're in pain."Embry stated and looked around the table, grinning at everyone, but in the end he was the only one who laughed about his joke. Sam looked at his with his typical scolding face, reprimanding him for making fun of his brother's earnest problem. Quil, who sat right next to him, only raised one eyebrow before he continued eating, returning to his own imprintee in his thoughts. Leah, who leaned against the opposite wall, looked out of the window, appearing as if she wasn't listening, or rather participating to this at all.

"Shut up!"Jacob roared as he suddenly stopped in his tracks and flung around to his brother, possibly attempting to throw himself upon him. That, definitely, shut up the much smaller boy.

"Now, that's enough, boys."

Sam, though not being Alpha to both of them, stood up and and held out his hands at both of them, looking from one to the other. Jacob, although pretending to never take any orders from his former Alpha, still backed away and returned to his former pacing up and down of his living room, his thoughts wandering back to Renesmee. Sam sighed heavily, and Jacob, though pretending not to feel his brother's concern, could feel his gaze upon him. He did not look around to him.

"She'll come around, Jacob."

"Really?" Jacob spat out to Sam's intentionally comforting words, as he all of the sudden turned on his heels and flung around to face him, the anger, though he did not know exactly where it came from, was just exploding in him. He could not bring himself to care who he hurt with his anger right now. The unknown pain in him – though he was too blinded by his anger to notice that it was the cold pain of rejection – burned in his heart, "She did not look it."

"She just needs time, Jacob, that is all. She is confused. You have to understand that.".

"I don't remember Emily making such a fuss out of it." Jacob snarled, ignoring the little move of uncomfortable reaction Leah made upon his words. It was the first time she had moved or shown any sign of presence or attention at all since she'd been there. However, apart from a slight tightening around Sam's mouth, no one appeared to have noticed Leah's reaction. Jacob, meanwhile, paid no attention to the unconsciously sharp comment he'd just made, but continued to follow his own trace of thoughts.

"It's different with Renesmee." Sam merely stated, starting a new attempt at calming the young and furious werewolf in front of him, whose feelings boiled like a volcano ready to explode. It felt like Jacob was mere moments from phasing, yet he did not give into his subconsciousness' wish – he knew fleeing into his werewolf state and thus shutting the all too human feelings out would do him no good. Postponing the moment of confronting himself with the expression in Renesmee's eyes as she had fled from him would only make it worse then. At his former Alpha's words, however, he seemed to lose it, his temper rising high as he flung around.

At his sudden move, everyone in the room reacted too, Quil and Embry looked anxious yet fascinated from one another, and – though unbeknownst to the others in the living room – they exchanged five quid under the table, playing their usual bets. Leah appeared to be only one apart from Sam and Jacob who had noticed the seriousness of this situation, she had immediately jumped away from the wall. Her muscles tensed automatically, she looked elegant and like a cat rather than a wolf as her feet dragged her body subconsciously closer to Jacob: she was his Beta after all, her place was at his side, to fight with him or, and in this situation it was a more likely option, to bring him back down to earth and to stop this nonsense of him burning everyone with his death glare whenever it came to dealing Imprint-issues.

Leah did not say a word while she positioned herself next to Jacob, who, at first, did not notice her presence at all, however, after a few more moments of him staring Sam to the ground, he shook his head several times. He threw a meaningful look back at Leah, who simply nodded and resumed her place, leaned against the wall. Jacob watched her for a second before he took a breath and fixed his eyes on Sam again as he spoke again, though, despite him having calmed down, his voice still sounded strangely strained from anger.

"Why is it different?"

Sam held his gaze for a moment, weighing his chances of provoking his Pro-Alpha again, but then again he decided that Jacob was freaking out no matter he said whenever it came to Renesmee.

The boy had never been good at taking advises, in particular when it came to how he should deal with the woman he loved.

"I could say now that it has something to do with her being a half-Vampire, but that's just nonsense.

The real reason is that she has – partially – been brought up by you. For as long as she can remember you have been nothing but a brother, a friend – you have to understand that it is hard for her to change her perspective now, and to accept that you could be more for her. Perhaps she might not want to accept it, that is true. However, the bond you two share is very strong already, so don't give up, she might also want to choose to let friendship become something more.", Sam sighed heavily, before he added, "Either way, you will have to live with it. You can not force her into loving you."

"That's something to look forward to, mate." Embry suddenly exclaimed, nudging Quil with his elbow in order to make him understand the unmistakable note of his little joke, however Quil, whose thoughts had been tracing back to Claire while listening to Sam's warning words, looked in unveiled disgust at his brother.

"Shut up, Embry. You might be next to share that said fate."

Said one only grinned in staged shock and fury while trying to keep himself from falling into wholehearted laughter as he turned to the others in the room, never knowing when it was best to just stop talking, or rather joking around with a werewolf-Alpha right at the top of his temper.

"At least I make sure I won't get myself attached like puppy-dog to a half-Vampire chick."

"One more word, Embry, and I swear I –" Jacob threatened again, but they would never find out what he was planning on doing to Embry if he didn't shut up, when suddenly, Jacob's head flung to the side.

He stared out of the window, but there was nothing to see except the treetops that swayed like ballet dancers in the soft wind. However, despite the usual image of harmony, his instincts were alerted. He turned around to his brothers – and his sister –, reading in their faces the same suspicion that had caught him, they all jumped up, their muscles tensing automatically as they exchanged meaningful looks.

"Do you smell that?" he asked unnecessarily (for their sense of smell was able to pick up every possible scent, no matter how light and old it might be; and this scent in particular was unbelievably strong), meeting everyone's eyes, earning the looks of united understanding, of knowing.

They all knew this stink – there was a Bloodsucker trespassing their territory.