Betrayal
Disclaimer: I do not own Stephenie Meyer's characters, I just own the fiction that I write in my own way.
The following Italics is quoted from Stephenie Meyer's book, New Moon. I wanted Jacob to have the same reaction as in the book when he caught the scent of Alice.
Bella's Point Of View
Jake pressed his warm cheek against the top of my hair.
If I turned my face to the side--if I pressed my lips on his bare shoulder...I knew without any doubt exactly what would follow. It would be very easy. There would be no need for explanations tonight.
But could I do it? Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life? Butterflies assaulted my stomach as I thought about turning my head. And then, as clearly as if I were in immediate danger, Edward's velvet voice whispered in my ear.
"Be happy," he told me.
I froze.
Jacob felt me stiffen and released me automatically, reaching for the door.
Wait, I wanted to say. Just a minute.
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I did it. I tilted my head at just the right angle so my lips just skimmed his feverish skin.
It was his time to freeze. His quavering hand that reached for the door slowly threaded its way through my hair so it caressed my cheek. "Bells?" he whispered.
I just nodded. No words had to be exchanged.
He leaned down, lifting my chin upward. We were foreign to each other, hence our collision of noses.
"Ouch," I muttered.
He chuckled, "Sorry."
We tried once more and finally connected. His lips tasted like salt, and I'm sure mine did too. Edward's kisses had been so perfect. On the contrary, however imperfect Jacob's was, they made me react in the same way. My heart beat erratically and my breathing picked up drastically. Thoughts spun out of control and for the kagillionth time that night, I felt dizzy. I broke the kiss and wavered a bit.
Jacob's silhouette was the only profile I could see of him, outlined by the moonlight. I could feel his chest heaving under my fingertips. He was my Jacob now. I shifted just an inch so I faced him more. Our knees touched.
He took an approach at a different direction. I could feel him engulfing me with his eyes before he leaned in once more, planting little pecks right under my jaw line.
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. The line that I had drawn for Jacob's relationship and me had completely vanished. I knew that was as far as I could go with intimately. "Too much," I gasped.
Jake pulled far enough away so that there was a reasonable amount of space between us. He apologized again with a shaky voice.
Suddenly it was too hot in here. I had to do something to get some cool air along my blushing cheeks. They were probably burning at 108 F, just as hot as Jacob. I rolled down the window, getting a reflection of my mustered expression. A chilling air passed through the truck.
"OH!" The breath whooshed out of Jacob like someone had punched him in the gut. "Holy crap!"
He twisted the keys in the ignition. His hands were shaking so hard I didn't know how he managed it.
"What's wrong?"
He revved the engine too fast; it sputtered and faltered.
"Vampire," he spit out.
The blood rushed from my head and made me dizzy. "How do you know?"
"Because I can smell it! Dammit!"
Jacob's eyes were wild, raking the dark street. He barely seemed aware of the tremors that were rolling through his body. "Phase or get her out of here?" he hissed at himself.
He looked down at me for a split second, taking in my horror-struck eyes and white face, and then he was scanning the street again. "Right. Get you out."
The engine caught with a roar. The tires squealed as he spun the truck around. Turning toward our only escape.
My focus was completely on Jacob. I was dazed at the moment we had just shared and how it could change by the science of wind.
He almost overrode my vehicle, flooring the gas peddle. As much as I knew we were in immediate danger, my mind spun to the health of my little red truck.
"If it's damaged, you know I can fix it." He said, reading my mind. His hands were squeezing the life out of my steering wheel.
Somehow we had turned around and began driving over the speed limit towards a destination without me noticing. Everything that I tried to set my eyes on flew by without final evidence of it even existing. That was when I faltered to get my seatbelt on. My heart was still pounding viciously, but for all the wrong reasons. I had a hard time getting the oxygen to my head.
"Where are we going?" I asked, reaching for his hand. He grabbed it.
"Emily's. I have to round up the boys."
"What about Charlie?"
"We'll make sure he's alright." His jaw was clenched.
We were both silent until Emily's house came into view. I didn't want to leave Jacob. What if this was it? What if something would happen to him? I opened the door even though he was already on my side two seconds after the truck had stopped. He put an arm around my waist, getting us to the door without my feet ever hitting the ground. "Jacob, please." I begged. He knew what I was talking about.
"I need to do this, Bella. It has to end." He stopped, hesitated, and looked at me while we still stood on the porch. One hand came up to gently push a strand of hair behind my ear. "I want to spend time with you without having to disappear, half transformed, into the forest because there's something behind us. I want you to not only be safe, but feel safe as well. I want you to be a happy, normal, healthy, human girl without having to look over your shoulder with a trace of doubt." He brought me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me. "Don't worry." He pulled back and gave me a smile. "Besides, it's just one vampire."
After a split second, the happiness was wiped from his face and he opened the door to reveal his pack lounging on the sofa. At the site of his serious face and my confused one, they jumped up. "What's wrong?" Paul asked.
"Vampire staged at the north. Where's Sam?" Jacob let go of me and joined the chaos of the pack getting ready.
"Right here," Sam said, coming out of the bedroom and immediately went to Emily, who was in the middle of cooking. He kissed her on the lips and they held each others gaze for a moment. I looked away.
Jacob came up to me in only shorts and once more bundled me up in an embrace. I could feel his hand slither into my back pocket and release something. I looked at him for an explanation, but he didn't meet my eyes. He turned around to go, but glanced back and did a double take. Before I could react, our lips were together again. This time it was much more personal for him than it was in the truck.
I watched him walk away, feeling that this was much too similar from the time James hunted me. I blinked away the tears.
"So you guys are an item now, huh?" Emily asked after they left.
"I guess," I said, my voice cracking.
She stopped what she was cooking and crossed her arms along her chest, "Dating a werewolf isn't easy. There are going to be hard times... and scary ones..." She walked around the counter and came up to wipe away a tear that escaped my hold. "But the good outweigh them. Jacob is a good boy--or should I say man now?"--We both attempt a weary smile--"He's going to do anything to make you happy. You should hear the way he talks about you. He's almost a fool to be walking on the sidewalks with how much he's drenched in his feelings for you." She took a deep breath, "Just don't worry, Bella. He'll be fine. If anything, we can pull through this together, seeing as we're both in the same situation."
"Thanks, Emily." I said, smiling without any hint of sadness.
"Well, would you like to help me with packing the boys lunches for tomorrow?"
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It was late.
Jacob and the gang still weren't here. It had been around three hours, and Emily had already made a bed for me on the couch. I couldn't go anywhere due to Sam's given orders.
I sat down on the couch and noticed a crunching sound coming from my back pocket. I got up, suddenly remembering Jacob putting something there before he left. I reached in the pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper.
With scribbled writing, it read, Be safe.
When will the irony end?
