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Edward: Say it.

Me: Never

Edward:*does dazzle thing*

Me: Ha, you don't affect me. Only Jacob can.

Edward: Jacob!

Me: Noooo!!!!

Jacob: *does dazzle thing* Please?

Me: *sigh* I don't own anything. Steph does.*stomps off to room*

Summary: After Eclipse and in the beginning of Breaking Dawn. Jacob saves a very mysterious, beautiful girl from the angry waters of La Push. Why does Jake feel attracted to her? Why do the werewolves feel fascinated by her? Why is she so obsessed with water? Why is it as if she lives on the beach? Why so many questions?

Songs: My Last Breath by Evanescence, Hello by Evanescence

Jacob looked out to the distance, looking something to do.

He was now on the beach. He had just come home from running away and spontaneously decided to go the beach. So here he was, feeling really bored.

Really there wasn't much to do as a werewolf; unless you liked running. Running was great, but he's was running for a while, so it kind of got uninteresting.

Bella, the girl of dreams, was going to marry that vile bloodsucker. And then he has the nerve to send him an invite?!

When is he gonna learn that I don't like him? Jacob thought. I mean, I know he knows I absolutely and dreadfully hate him, but yet he still tries to be polite. The nerve.

But then Jacob realized that the only reason that bloodsucker was being civil was because of Bella. If it wasn't for Bella, Edward would probably have hated Jacob as much as Jacob hates him.

If it wasn't for Bella, he probably would have killed Edward, he was sure of that.

Jacob leaned back against the sand, his hands folded at the back of his head. The currents were wild and violent, as if a hurricane was beginning.

This suddenly brought a memory back. When Bella jumped off the cliff. Jacob remembered that he was concerned for her, of course, but also thought that what she did was dim-witted. Why would she---

Suddenly, a girl with light brown hair with curls at the bottom was walking towards the cliff, closing her eyes.

Jacob leaped up out of his relaxed position, watching her with wide eyes. Please don't tell me its going to happen again.

There she was, looking as peaceful as a little angel. Her feet were at the edge and her eyes were opened now. She appeared to be 16 or 17. She had a slight soft pink-red blush on her cheeks. She slowly brought her hands in the air. The wind was strong, which she didn't notice even though it was blowing her long, lengthy hair in all different directions.

She had a concentrated expression on her lovely, gorgeous face and stared straight ahead. Then she jumped off. (More like dived)

The girl shrieked out of adrenaline. She was falling, looking like a professional. Her dark green dress flowed a little as she hit the waters.

Jacob, observing this the whole time, practically ripped his shirt off and bounded into the ocean, too. He swam and swam until he finally found her.

She was being pulled by currents; her small, petite body was being pushed and pulled everywhere. She let another small yelp, crying for help. When he finally reached her, she was slowly falling, sinking.

The water was not yet satisfied. They pulled her roughly in one direction, where her back hit against a rock. Jacob swam towards her, desperate. The girl was slowly drowning underwater. He submerged below, under where she was. Her hand was stuck out, her very long hair floating.

This is end. The mysterious girl thought. She then saw a gorgeous, stunning face trying to save her. No! I don't want him to lose his life too! He grabbed her hand. The freezing cold, malevolent ocean attempted to push him out, but somehow, he fought against it.

Jacob grabbed her hand and pulled her upwards, to where there was air. As soon as they got to the surface, he swam the way back to land.

The divine, good-looking man took her to land and gently placed her to the floor. She was coughing rapidly, making choking noises, and then stopped. It made Jacob worried. Her eyes were closed and when Jacob put his warm hands on her heart, it was slowing down. She still couldn't breathe.

He frantically struggled to remember the Heimlich maneuver which he learned in health class…

Ok…upward trust below the breastbone… Jacob got in that position and started lightly pushing against her.

She was going from consciousness to unconsciousness. It felt very over whelming even for a girl like her. She was shivering like she was having a tremor. Warmness unexpectedly ran over her and she could not open her eyes. Something, hands maybe, started to push onto her tummy.

After a while of this, she coughed the liquid out. Relieved, Jacob let a breath.

Both of them were panting, Jacob's heart was beating swiftly, still anxious. But she was beginning to feel very exhausted. Jacob scooped her up into his arms in a bridal style. He couldn't help but feel worn-out himself.

When he got to his car, he decided that it would be more comfy in the back seat. There was a slight drizzle starting to form, and he didn't want her to catch a cold. He tried to pull her off of him, but wouldn't budge. She was holding onto him like life depended on it.

He couldn't drive with her on him like this. He would if he could. But he would find a way.

Jacob got in his Rabbit, with her still lying on him. When he was in, he looked down, checking if the slam had woken his angel.

Nope. She was curled up on him, taking his heat and enjoying it abundantly. Jacob stared at her, gawking. She was absolutely, utterly, completely and fully beautiful and awe-inspiring. Superb. Wonderful. Her hair was damp now, due his high temperature. Then Jacob really saw how sick she looked.

Her blush was majorly gone. Jacob frowned. He scanned her body for anymore damage. He had found a gash on her shoulder. He pressed his hand on it, and she jerked in response.

Jacob put his hands up, indicating that he was no harm. Again, she didn't wake up. She was frowning in her slumber, and Jacob wondered what she was dreaming about. She whimpered and cuddled deeper into the warmth. He started the car and drove.

When he finally reached his house, he leaped out of the truck and hunched over her. It was raining buckets now. He slammed the door and jogged to his house, where he opened and went in.

Jacob looked down at her and saw that she smiling now. Her full pink-red lips, which were now pale, stretched across her face. Her super long eyelashes accentuated them.

He ambled into his room, placing her on his bed and tucking her in. She shivered a little as the tranquilizing scent and warmth disappeared, but then came back as he put her in bed. It was dark now, exactly 7:56 pm.

A little bit too early to sleep, but, what the hell. Jacob took his place on the very small, tiny couch and fell asleep.

Mysterious girl's POV- Time- 6:45 AM

Once I rouse up, my lungs were still aflame. I glanced around, trying to distinguish my surroundings. Whoa! Wherever was I? The warmth. The aroma. The heartbeat. Oh…I was inside my hero's abode. Right.

But where was his whereabouts? I sat up on the exceedingly snug, comfy, lukewarm bed, overflowing with his scent. I desired to breathe in it a single extra moment in time…

I burrowed my face in the feathery pillow that was nearby and my nose was assaulted with his glorious scent. Getting up, I stretched and, next, exhaled noisily. I searched about the room, not finding anything.

I set off downstairs and my body became rigid as I noticed a man, looking akin to my hero, within a wheelchair, watching the television.

My hero was snoozing on the sofa, behind the wheelchair guy. I stared at them for a while, feeling amused. I accidently let out a giggle. Opps.

I covered my entire mouth with my hands, eyes wide. The wheelchair guy looked in my path just after I concealed my head. He started pushing his wheelchair towards my area. I could hear his wheels squeak.

I quietly jogged to the back door. I opened the back door carefully and stepped out, only to sprint out into a run to the forest and trip over a branch and land with an "oof".

I looked back, still on the mud-covered, wet floor. Billy opened the door, peered out, failed to spot me, and closed and locked the door. When I acquired from the floor, my whole dress was muddy and dirty and so was my face.

It was still raining cats and dogs. Billy turned off the lights in the house, and I immediately felt frightened. I've always never liked the dark. I ran back to the house and knocked softly. Then harder.

3rd person POV

Jacob rolled off the couch, cursing. He got up and saw what woke him up. It was the girl. He unlocked the door and opened it. Her hair was dripping wet, and there was mud all over her dress.

But Jacob was too distracted by her beautiful violet jewel eyes. She gazed at him, standing in the rain. She then crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

"Oh! Yeah uhh…sorry 'bout that." Hearing his voice for the first time, she blushed. He laughed. She loved---no adored his husky, deep, soothing voice, his sunshine laugh.

Jacob grabbed her hand and led her to the couch she refused to sit. "Why not?"

She gestured to her clothes. Muddy, grimy, dirty clothes. "Oh. Do y-you w-want to take a-a s-shower?" he stammered, mentally slapping himself. She nodded, biting her lip.

"Sure." He said. As she walked away, he was ogling at her. Her in my shower? He thought. Jacob could be mature sometimes, but he was still a teenage boy with hormones, like everyone is.

The shower started. Jacob didn't feel so comfy right now. Not that it wasn't ok with him for her to use his shower. It's just…he guesses that it's just an ache…

Jacob wasn't the only one who felt this. Upstairs, in his shower, was her getting that feeling also.

After, she was finished, she found a new towel on the top of the sink and wrapped it around her body.

She walked across the hall and in Jacob's room. She closed the door behind her. On his bed, was a long gray t-shirt that had a note on it saying:

Sorry, but I didn't have anything else that cold fit you.

-Jacob

Jacob? So that was his name. Jacob. While putting on t-shirt, she sang 'Jacob' in her head. Jacob, Jacob, Jacob Jacob Jacob.

The gray shirt went all the down to above her knees. She went downstairs to her Jacob.

"Hi, Jacob." She said. Jacob, shocked at hearing her voice, gaped at her while looking her up and down. Oh god, her wearing my shirt is way better than her taking a shower in my shower.

She jumped onto the couch, leaning into Jacob. "You know my name, so…what about yours?" Jacob asked.

"Evangeline." She answered, cutely scrunching her nose, like a bunny.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said, making her blush.

"Its too long…" she trailed off.

"Then let's change it shall we?"

"To what…?"

"Annie?" She shook her head. "Eva?" No. She looked at him. "Gina?" Nope. "What about…Angie?" She had a thoughtful look on her face. Angie broke out into a breath-taking, heart-melting, and tremendous grinned. At this moment, they looked into each other's eyes and thought the same thing but switched up.

Angie and Jacob.

Jacob and Angie.

This is one of the stories that just came to me. It would be nice if you review! Please and Thank You!