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Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer obviously owns the Twilight series. I would have written the ending (and many other things) much differently if I had been the one to write them. Also, the lyrics which will be present at the beginning of each chapter are credited to the lovely Beyonce (song title: End of Time).
Chapter One; It All Begins
Come take my hand,
I won't let you go.
I'll be your friend,
I will love you so, deeply.
I will be the one to kiss you at night.
I will love you until the end of time.
The clock on the computer screen was broken. I was sure of it. It hadn't moved in hours. I had been standing here the whole time, elbows leaning on the metal counter-top, just waiting for the minute to change.
"Amy!" I shouted over my shoulder, pushing my brown bangs out of my eyes. "Amy, the clock is definitely broken – it's way past one thirty-seven, isn't it?" A short woman of about twenty-six, with bobbed black hair and bright blue eyes looked over at me from a table filled with half-folded t-shirts. She took her Blackberry out of her blue sweater pocket and looked at it.
"It's still one thirty-seven, Cassie. Maybe if you did something to help clean up the store, the time would go by faster, huh?" She winked at me and returned to folding t-shirts. The joys of working in a clothing store: there's always something to tidy up. I groaned, but moved around the counter toward the men's side of the store. The jean's could usually use some fixing up. The bunks never stayed tidy for long.
I sighed and placed my hands on my hips, staring at the bunk. It was in a complete disarray. I wheeled around and meandered back toward the cash desk, looking for the rolling table used to fold the jeans. I spotted it on the opposite side of the store, near the girl's jean bunk. I changed direction and headed toward it.
For some reason unknown, the store had been totally dead today. We'd had maybe ten sales, when our usual was up around thirty or forty. However, after everyone's used up their Christmas gift-cards I suspect there aren't many people who want to go out shopping. Therein lies our problem.
I rolled the table back to the men's jean bunk and began to pull down the skinny jeans that needed refolding. As I surveyed the damage I noted that I would probably work at this until the end of my shift and still not be finished. At least it's something to do.
Ten minutes into my religious folding I heard a short cough behind me. I whipped around, startled, and noticed an elderly woman smiling at me. I grinned back sheepishly. "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Anything to get me out of folding!
It turned out that the woman was looking for jeans for her grandson, who apparently went through them much too fast. She said she couldn't figure out how they kept getting ruined, but that he was in desperate need of pants, "otherwise he'll be going around naked in a few days!" I helped her out as best I could, since all she could really tell me was that he liked them loose and that he was at least 6'5" and 200 pounds. I did my best to hide my shock at this, since I think I would've noticed some guy that huge roaming around Forks.
"Yes, all the Quileute boys are growing at an alarming rate it seems!" Ah, that explains why I haven't seen this guy, then. I don't get down to the reservation much. "I was talking to Sue Clearwater the other day about her son, Seth..." I did my best to pay attention to the old woman, but I have a lot of experience with older women and I know they can talk for hours. I guided her toward the register and rang in her purchase (three pairs of pants – I was pleased with myself), all the while nodding and pretending like I had been paying attention to her the whole time.
Once the woman left, which took a lot more than I thought it would, I resumed my folding. Thankfully, I had noticed that I only had twenty minutes left on the clock. My shift would end at two thirty. As long as I kept at it, and didn't think about how close I was to freedom, I wouldn't even notice the time pass by. I glanced around the store, making sure that there wasn't a customer who had snuck in unnoticed. However, Amy was with the only customer, which gave me no reason to procrastinate any further. I yanked down another stack of jeans and got to work.
Amy was checking the store email once again, when she called out to me. "You've got three minutes until you're off Cassie, so finish up whatever you're doing and get out of here." I sighed in relief and finished the small stack of jeans I had piled onto the table. After I had placed them back on the shelf where they belonged I rushed over to the computer and watched as the seconds ticked by. When two thirty hit I punched out and hurried to the backroom, grabbing my jacket and my blue messenger bag.
I shouted a goodbye to Amy over my shoulder as I raced out of the store. I heard her laugh and shout back, but I wasn't paying much attention. I was focused on what was going to happen later in the day. I was focused on the half-hour long drive it would take me to get to the Quileute reservation. I was focused on seeing my second family.
My second family consists of Dan, my biological father; Tamra, his wife; and their two sons Luke and Cameron. I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I wished; Dan worked as a police officer five days out of the week and Tamra ran a daycare out of their home for all of the kids of the reserve. I usually worked or had school on the days they had off, making it very difficult to squeeze in bonding time.
My parents, Wendy and Blake Reid, adopted me as a newborn. I had never met my biological mother, but not for lack of trying. She doesn't want me, and she never did. Dan, on the other hand, had been ecstatic when I had contacted him. He was only eighteen when I was born, just a year older than I am now. I knew, without a doubt, that if I was in a situation like that I would've done the exact same thing. I don't blame them for giving me up, nor am I ashamed of them. I'm proud.
I burst out of the tiny mall, avoiding the few people trailing out. It was a clear day, one of the few in Forks. It made me grin even more foolishly. I located my little blue Hyundai Accent and jumped in. I jammed the key into the ignition and tried twice to start my car before it finally turned over. My car is my baby, and I love it dearly. Sometimes, however, I am prone to kicking it for not starting. I turned my music up, way up, and listened to it pound for a minute. When I had bought the car, I hadn't had the radio turned on. I was shocked when I plugged my iPod in for the first time – I'd had no idea what a "subwoofer" was until that moment. I had nearly jumped out of my skin, but now that I've grown accustomed to it, I doubt I could own a car without one.
I pulled out of the parking lot and began the journey to La Push, where my family awaited me. I grinned and stomped on the gas, determined to get there as quickly as I could without completely shattering the speed limit.
Every time I get into a car I can't help but to sing, and to sing badly. My music is usually turned up to eardrum-shattering loudness, and I belt it out as loud as I want. However, screaming at the top of my lungs to songs like "Shake Senora" by Pitbull and a bunch of other guys, normally leaves me hoarse. Thankfully, by the time I had started to feel like my throat was bleeding, I had arrived in La Push and was just a few miles from the one and only convenience store.
I pulled up to the small store and turned off the stereo, my ears ringing. That's probably not a healthy thing... maybe I should consider turning the music down. I immediately discarded that idea, fuck it. I like it loud.
I pulled the keys out of the ignition and shoved them into my jeans pocket, my purple lanyard hanging out. I grabbed my zebra striped wallet out of my bag, which was lying on the passenger's seat, and walked into the corner store intent on buying a bottle of water. A big bottle of water.
Upon entering the small store the first thing I noticed was the deer head glaring down at me from behind the cash register, underneath of which sat a small wizened man, who looked as though he was sleeping. I blinked at the deer head for a moment before I tore my eyes off Bambi and began my hunt (excuse my pun) for water. Living in a town like Forks, you'd think that I would be used to seeing the heads of random animals mounted on walls. Sadly, no.
I headed to my left, looking for some kind of refrigeration device that the water would be kept in. I peered up and down the isles, and only when I came to the third one did I notice that there were other patrons in the store. The small group of boys appeared to be arguing with each other about some food item that the shortest was holding.
They were, for lack of a better term, gorgeous. They couldn't have been much older than me, but they all topped six feet. I would wager to guess that they were six foot five, or taller. My mind flashed back to the older woman I had helped out at work, and I wondered if one of these massive boys was her grandson. They all bore the same tattoo on their right shoulder, some kind of tribal design, and they all had short black hair. The shortest boy had buzzed hair, while the other two had theirs a little longer. They all had obviously been working out, or something, because their arms were bigger around than my thighs. They had that beautiful shade of skin that most of the people on the reserve had: a nice, golden brown color. Much to my chagrin, I hadn't inherited that trait from Dan.
Despite their beauty, there was something about them that made me very cautious to approach them. I sucked in my breath. The water cooler would have to be in this isle. I ground my teeth, and started to purposefully walk toward the boys. I had dealt with boys before. Not of this caliber, but boys none the less. I kept my eyes averted and instead concentrated on the water. I wasn't sure what exactly had put me on edge – possibly the fact that they could all easily crush me the same way I would crush a wayward spider – but I certainly wasn't going to be lingering in this store any longer than was needed.
The water cooler stood only a few feet from the boys, who had ceased arguing and had begun to pull seemingly random items off the shelf. Thankful that they were distracted, I yanked on the cooler door. It didn't budge. I let out an irritated noise and tried again, with no better results. It was then that I noticed the boys had stopped talking. I hesitantly looked up, hoping that they had just moved on to another isle. Of course, fate would have them stare at me instead.
"Do you need help with that?" One of the taller boys grinned at me playfully. I scowled, and resumed yanking futilely on the handle without a word. An arm snaked into my field of vision and I instantly backpedalled. One of the boys with hair flopping in his eyes had taken it upon himself to help the poor little weak girl. He yanked the door open with ease. I frowned even deeper.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I reached in and snatched two large bottles of Dasani water out, elbowing the door shut. I glanced up to see the boys still grinning at me. I ignored them and turned, stalking down the isle the way I came. One of them wolf-whistled at me, but I pretended as though I had gone deaf. Idiots, they're just idiots. Ignore them. As I was turning the corner at the end of the isle, still grumbling to myself, I ran into a very solid something – or rather, someone.
"Mmfph!" I grunted, backing up. "Sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention I guess." I smiled up at the boy whom I had run into, which was when I finally got a good look at him. The boys near the refrigerator had nothing on this guy. His hair was short, but it still flopped playfully over his forehead. He was definitely tall, immensely so, standing a good foot and a half over my modest five foot five. He was just as muscular as the other three boys, with the same russet skin tone. They could've been brothers. He was clad in a white wifebeater and jean cutoffs, similar to the other boys. It made me want to shiver – it was not warm enough for that kind of attire. I was cold in my skinny jeans and sweater.
Once I had appraised him – which took a little longer than I had anticipated – I locked eyes with him. His big brown eyes registered shock, recognition, sadness, hopelessness, and something else I couldn't place – fear? What would a guy like him be doing scared of me? My head was barely higher than his chest! I disregarded the thought and instead raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for some sort of response.
"I... I... Sorry," He mumbled, his eyes never leaving mine. It was like he was frozen to the spot. Wild emotions kept chasing themselves across his face – he was like an open book. I furrowed my brow a little and side-stepped him. Okay... these Quileute boys are very strange... I hurried toward the cash register and slammed the bottles down on the table, waking the man from his slumber. He glared up at me, muttered something that sounded distinctly like "rude young people" and grudgingly rang me in.
I paid the three dollars and twelve cents for the water, gathered the bottles up and made my way out of the store. I made it to my car without incident, popping open one bottle of water on the way and taking a long drought from it. I climbed into my car and, once I had quenched my thirst, slid the full bottle into my bag and set the half-empty one in the cup holder. I happened to look back toward the store, which was probably a mistake, and saw the boys leaving. They seemed to be having a very heated argument. I couldn't stop my eyes from straying to the boy I had walked headlong into. He seemed upset about something, and I almost wanted to find out why. I wanted him to smile.
I shook myself. What the fuck Cassidy, get it together. Just because he's gorgeous doesn't mean you're in love or something stupid like that. I pushed the key into the ignition and turned the car on. I glanced into my rearview mirror and noticed that the boy had stopped and was staring at me with... longing? No, that couldn't be it. I must be horrible at reading people.
I slammed the car into drive and pulled out of the store, desperate to get to Dan's house. Who is that guy? I looked back at the store to see him still staring at my car. What is up with this place? I shuddered and turned my music up again. Just concentrate on driving. Maybe Dan can tell me if there's a bunch of guys on drugs running around...
Date: January 17, 2012
Rating: T, mainly for the profanity. In future chapters there will be violence, and possibly sexual themes (you will be forewarned if I decide to do a lemon). If it gets too graphic I will fix the rating, but for now it's staying at T.
First off, the quote in my summary was made by the lovely Johnny Depp. He's a pretty deep fella, and he therefore gets all the credit he is due.
I have written so many Jacob fics, I don't even know where to begin. None of them have made it onto this site though, mostly because I didn't think they were worthy, or I just lost interest too early on. I'm currently working on the fourth chapter of this fic though, so hopefully I stick with it! Reviews would help greatly in keeping me writing! If I know you guys are interested, I'll be interested. Reviews are my motivation!
To be totally honest, I haven't read any of the Twilight books since Breaking Dawn came out (2009?). I actually gave them all away because I truly couldn't stand having them on my bookshelf. I feel that Jacob deserves so much more than Renesmee (what kind of name is that anyway!), and seriously don't even get me started on how impossible it is for her to exist (Edward has no heartbeat, therefore no blood flow... I'm sure you can insinuate the rest) and for Jacob to have imprinted on her. I get very mad.
That means, however, that I decided to write Jacob a different imprint, one that's at least human. Yay!
Since I have no idea what the Twilight Saga timeline is like anymore, I'm just kind of going on what I remember. This takes place before Bella and Edward's wedding, so in Eclipse - before Bella has graduated. I don't know what happens during this time period (aren't they attacked by those newborns?) but it doesn't matter because I doubt I will follow with the Twilight plot too much.
One last thing, I wrote this on my laptop, which doesn't have a very good Word Processor, so if there are many grammar errors or spelling errors let me know and I will fix them ASAP!
Thanks for reading guys!