Death. It is something so natural and understandable, but exotic and confusing.

I don't get it at all. I can't explain what's confusing about it, it's just confusing. Why do we die? Is there a point to it? Why do we live if we're supposed to die.

I must be confusing you right now but the real question that is under all this mush is:

Why am I alive?

It was so cold. I was so hot, yet so cold. Like ice and magma mixing together in a pot. My breath came out in huffs, and then floated away into the air. Where was i? The room was dark, and i was sitting on the floor. When i moved my hands, something brushed against my wrists and there was a clanking shuffle. Did i have cuffs on? I squeezed my arms tighter around my knees, pushing then against my bare chest. I buried my head in my knees, wanting to cry but finding it impossible. And then, there was a very loud klank! and light streamed into the room, making me squint my eyes. "Who's there?," I whispered, looking up. I wanted to ask where i was, but i couldn't.

But there was no answer. Just the noise of the door closing again. I didn't think about it. I just sighed and buried my face deeper into my knees, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

My eyes snapped open, and i knew immediately my body was tense. Only a second later i figured out it was shaking.

"Jacob are you alright?," I heard someone whisper from beside me.

Edward.

I blinked, and immediately, i felt all my fright melt away into an abyss.

I 'hmm'ed as a 'yes' and my eyes fluttered shut, suspending me into my conscious.

Cold hands rubbed against Jacob's body, sending shivers up the boys spine. "Please...." Jacob didn't know if it was a please as in 'please stop' or please in 'please get on with it'. But somehow, Jacob hoped it was the later.

"Jacob, your too greedy," a voice whispered quietly in his ear. Jacob 'ngh'ed in reply, caught red handed in being slutty.

Those cold hands trailed down Jacob's chest, lightly pinching Jacob's nipples repeatedly, making Jacob moan in certain pleasure and thrust his head back.

"Mmm, more. Please," he whimpered.

-the scene fogged out, and returned with another-

"No, im embarrassed! I...."

But Jacob couldn't speak anymore. He was enjoying the tingles and butterflies causing his body to tremble and shudder from the deep sucking on his whole.

The penetrating tongue and the sweet sounds of love from underneath him.

It was completely embarrassing and abashing. He was on someone he knew, but couldn't even think of the name, and his hole was being sucked on and he was enjoying it.

Jacob's hands clenched something curvy like—a bed post?—feeling his lower areas tighten/

"N-no...., im going to......"

His heart started to race faster then it already was, and his hands tightened around the post—

"AH!"

Jacob gasped awake, his body reflexingly sitting up.

The warm sweat that was damping his whole figure turned ice cold.

He took in large breathes—somehow unable to get enough—and looked around.

No one was there. Just him.

Edward had left...

Jacob finally, gulped back the saliva that was accumulating in his mouth, telling himself to calm down.

He didn't realize it till he finally gulped and his eyes glanced at his reflection in the mirror—his hand was tightened around his neck, and that hand was burning on.

Jacob slowly took his hand away, grateful not to see blood on it. But that didn't mean there wasn't blood. Those two marks on his neck, the black ones, were glowing read. The two black dots on his skin were like a tattoo that Jacob never remembered receiving, and right now, they were glowing a crimson red.

Jacob looked away from the window, feeling his heart go deeper and deeper into a darkness.

He let his hands once again roam against his perfectly white-ish tan figure, the beautiful flawless skin with no scar or wound other then the two black dots.

Was he going insane?

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"Daddy!," the child yelled, running up to me and wrapping his arm around me. "Where have you been?!" He stepped away from me, putting his hands on his hips and giving me a pout, showing how much he hated me not being with him.

I smiled, kneeling down and brushing away the long locks of reddish-brown hair from his face. I kissed him lightly on the forehead, then patted his head. "Im just taking care of someone special," i said.

The child's pout slowly went away, and instead was replaced with a frown of longingness.

The child had grown to five feet in only five months, and was the most beautiful thing any of my family members had ever seen. He had the arch in the eyebrows as Jacob did, and apparently, my smile. He had the tint of Jacobs cheek though.

"Hey daddy," the child murmured, his eyes scanning the floor instead of me.

"Yes?," i replied.

"You love me right?"

I hesitated, wondering if it was a trick question. Then, i smiled crookedly and nodded. "Of course i love you."

The child suddenly looked me strait in the eyes, a determined look in his eyes.

"Then why haven't you named me?"

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"Hey, Edward. Can you do me a favor?"

My ears immediately picked up the call for needness, and i walked over to Jacob's bed, sitting beside him.

Jacob downcast his eyes, and i noticed that's where the child had picked up the trait from. (I did love the child, because he was Jacob and mines life. I had noticed many days after The Child was born that it was actually much different from the voice that had taunted and caused me so much pain while i was pregnant. But there were times when i would here that voice—usually when the child was having a nightmare or was extremely overly angry at something or someone.)

A faint blush appeared on Jacobs cheeks, and he bit his lower lip, wondering if he should say it.

I didn't know for sure, since i didn't check in his mind to see if it was true. That was a LAW to me. A law that i would never break. I do NOT go into Jacobs mind unless he DEMANDS that i do. (A demand equaling a favor—as Jacob would put it) I owed this angel sent down from the highest heavens of god so much.....this was almost nothing. But it was all i could think of and do while i care for him and nurse him back to health.

"Will you.....play a song?"

"I don't have my ipod with me," I said immediately, not understanding. Jacob's eyes narrowed.

"I mean," he said "Sing a song you made for me."

I raised an eyebrow. "I can't si—"

"I've heard you!," Jacob said instantly, looking me in the eye with a deadly glare. "Outside the door. You thought i was sleeping so you went outside the room and played! I heard you."

That was impossible. My fingers were barely even touching the strings that day, and i was moving so fast that not even lightning could catch up with me.

Jacob knew this too. Sorrow immediately filled his eyes and he looked away. "I know what your thinking.....but please..."

He looked like he was going to cry.

I hurt him. Again.

"Sorry," I apologized. "Im so sorry." And i wasn't exaggerating.

"It's ok...i just.....im not a cry baby or anything....."

"I'll play for you. I don't mind."

Jacobs eyes immediately lightened at my words, and he smiled that cute smile.

I reached from under the hospital bed and pulled out the acoustic guitar case. I unzipped it and pulled out the black acoustic, and setting it in my chest.

"What do you want me to play?," I asked.

"Hmm.......something pretty."

I smirked, slightly embarrassed. "Alright."

-

Edward hunched over the guitar and closed his eyes, and then, everything was like a dream in the clouds of harmony.

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I should never think

What's in your heart

What's in our home

So I won't

And you'll learn to hate me

But still call me baby

Oh, love

Just call me by my name

And save your soul

Save your soul

Before you're too far gone

Before nothing, can be done

I'll try to decide when

He'll lie in the end

I ain't got no fight in me

In this whole damn world

Tell you to hold off

You choose to hold on

It's the one thing that I've known

Once I put my coat on

I'm coming out in this all wrong

He's standing outside holding me

Saying, 'Oh, please

I'm in love

I'm in love'

Oooh, save your soul

Go on save your soul

Before you're too far gone

And Before nothing can be done

'Cause without me

You got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

Without me you got it all

So hold on

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It was silent for when Edward finished. A pure silence.

Jacob looked into the windows, a blank stare on his face. It was so beautiful to Edward. An angel.

Edward opened his mouth, deciding this would be the best time to say it, in this silence.

"If you....had a child, what would you name it?"

"Sebastian or Rebel"

Edward was caught be surprise be the quickness. "Excuse me?"

"Can't you hear? Sebastian or Rebel. I don't know which one."

Edward couldn't help but wonder. "Why?"

"I like water. It's pretty and has allot of different emotions. Emotions drive people. That's why i think of Sebastian. And Rebelling is a trai i have always had and will never will lose. Rebel is a nice name."

Edward was bewildered by Jacobs words. He actually liked both of the names, they had good feelings to them.

Sebastian or Rebel....

Jacob turned to look at Edward, an eyebrow raised. "Why does it matter?"

Edward smiled kindly and shook his head. "I was just wondering."

Sebastian or Rebel.......

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