Title: A Burning, Consuming Fire

Pairing: Jacob/OC

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I hope Stephenie Meyer doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own the books, sadly, but if I did, JACOB WOULD HAVE GOTTEN BELLA! Lol

A/N: This chapter will have a LOT more Jacob, as will the rest of the story. Sorry about the first one; I'm a recovering Team Edward Fangirl. Lol

Chapter 2 – Lights Out

From the song: Lights Out by Breaking Benjamin

I woke up groggily to feel myself on a couch, a warm blanket around my shoulders. Was that all a dream? I opened my eyes and groaned as the light from the lamp beside me momentarily blinded me. I put my arm up to shield the light until my eyes adjusted. I had a massive headache and my arm was throbbing.

I sat up to see that my left arm had a thick bandage on it, as did my leg, but my leg felt as though it had stitches in it. Ew. I popped my neck like I always did when I woke up, only to find yet another bandage there.

I looked around. I was in a nice, clean living room. Whose house was this? I stood up slowly and carefully and walked down the hallway. I heard voices from a room and turned. The door was cracked and I peeked inside. That Bella girl was standing there with a really beat-up looking Jacob.

"I wonder when it will happen." Bella said to him. "When the right girl is going to catch your eye."

Jacob scowled at her. "Don't get your hopes up, Bella. Though I'm sure it would be a relief for you."

Bella looked physically hurt when he said that. "Maybe, maybe not. I probably won't think she's good enough for you." She smiled weakly. "I wonder how jealous I'll be."

"That part might be kind of fun." He laughed.

Her voice turned sad again. "Let me know if you want me to come back and I'll be here."

He sighed.

Bella leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Love you, Jacob."

He laughed. "Love you more."

She turned and walked towards the door.

Oh, crap!

Before I could turn and walk away, she opened the door all the way. "Oh," She said. "Hi."

I smiled, not missing the tears in her eyes. "Hi."

"I'm glad you're awake. Carlisle – Edward's dad, patched you and…Jake up." She swallowed. She was very good at keeping herself together. "I'm going to go."

"Kay. Bye, Bella." I gave her a half-hearted wave.

"Bye."

I watched as she shut the door behind her and walked outside. Hm. I thought as she drove away. Nice truck.

I turned and, though the door was open, I knocked anyway.

He laughed. "You can come in."

"Hey." I said.

"Hey." He looked a little awkward. "Bella didn't...tell me much about you….Who are you?"

I laughed. "My name is Cassandra."

"You have a Last name?"

"Nope." I grinned.

"Can I call you Cassie?" He teased.

I shrugged. "Sure."

"So…do you remember anything about yesterday?"

"Erm…No…" Lying is pretty much the easiest thing I could do. "I mean, all I remember of the last few days is getting attacked by some animal in the forest, and when I woke up, I was here."

He looked relieved and smiled at me. "Well, I'm Jacob Black."

I smiled and nodded.

Wow. Insert awkward silence here.

"So…um…" Jacob said. "You look pretty beat up."

Wow, Thanks.

"The pot calling the kettle black." Then I laughed at the pun. Get it? Black? HA!

"What's so funny?" He looked amused.

"Wha- oh, nothing." I shook my head.

"Jake?" A voice called from the hallway.

"In here, Dad." He responded.

I turned towards the door to see an older man in a wheelchair.

"Oh," He said, looking me over. "You're awake."

I smiled. "Yep."

He wheeled over to me and extended his hand. "Billy Black. Jacob's dad."

I shook his hand. "Cassandra." When I didn't say my last name he looked over at Jacob.

"How are ya doin,' Jake?"

He nodded. "Pretty good."

Billy smiled at me. "Don't worry about him," He said. "He's a fast healer."

I nodded and in the corner of my eyes, I saw Jacob give his dad a stern look as he shook his head. Billy looked up at me. "Great meeting you….Do you have anywhere to stay?"

"…yeah. Yeah, totally."

Billy raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. "Really? And where might that be?"

"Um…Seattle."

"Seattle."

"Seattle." I nodded.

"Would you like me to drive you there?"

"Um…no thanks."

Jacob chuckled in the background, but I ignored him.

"It's pouring rain out there, girlie."

"Oh. Uh…"

He looked at me seriously. "Do you really have anywhere to go?"

I swallowed. I hated looking weak. I slowly shook my head, not meeting his eyes.

He smiled. "Our good friend Emily said she'd be happy to take you in."

I immediately shook my head. "No."

"Why not?"

"No. I just – no." I ran my hand through my hair.

"Cassandra, you're not putting anyone out here, you know that right?"

"I-"

"I mean, there's no reason to be nervous. Emily's a nice woman." He smiled.

Yes, a bunch of werewolves sound real nice.

I bit my lip as Billy studied me. Slowly, I nodded.

I hated this.

Billy grinned. "Great! I'll call her now."

"But-" I began, but he was already out of the room.

I turned to Jacob, who was rubbing the feeling back into his left arm. He smiled shyly at me. "Sorry. He's kind of persistent when it comes to helping people."

I said nothing.

"Good news." Billy rolled back in after a few minutes. "Emily and Sam will be here in a few." He tilted his head to look around me at Jacob. "How you holdin' up, Jake?"

"Pretty well," He replied and very slowly sat up. "Is it just Sam and Emily?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just wondering." He replied.

Jacob and Billy both looked over at me, obviously expecting me to say something. I kept my mouth shut. Jacob and Billy looked at each other as if in some silent conversation. I took the hint that they watned to talk.

"Uh…Mr. Black?"

"Billy, darling."

"…Billy, could I use your bathroom?"

"Of course." He pointed two doors down. "It's right there."

"Thanks." I walked out of the room, ignoring the stinging pain in my leg. I closed the door loud enough for them to hear and put my ear against the door. I could faintly hear them.

Billy: "I thought you said she knew everything."

Jacob: "That's what the bloodsucker told me. He said he…went into her mind or whatever and picked at her memories. He said she would know everything and that Sam and Emily would be the best ones to talk to her."

Billy: "Why them?"

Jacob: "The bl- Edward said that she never really had a mother and her father barely even knew she was around. He didn't even notice she had left him until she called to tell him that she was safe. Edward said Emily was very caring and maternal, which is apparently what she needs."

I was fuming. That Edward guy went into my brain and thinks he knows me now?

Wait a minute…into my brain? What?

Jacob: "And Sam could help her understand."

Billy: "Well, if she doesn't remember…" I missed what else he had said.

There was silence. Being the paranoid teenager I am, I reached over and flushed the toilet. I then turned the faucet on, my ear still pressed to the door.

They weren't talking anymore, so I opened the door and stepped out, looking at my bare feet as I walked back into Jacob's room. I was so concentrated on the pattern of the carpet, the sudden doorbell nearly made me jump out of my skin.

"That'd be Em and Sam." Jacob told me.

I bit my lip. I really did NOT want to be here. I followed Jacob and Billy back into the living room. My leg started to throb even more – I swore I was going to collapse. I looked up and swallowed back a gasp. The girl, Emily I presume, was astonishingly beautiful, but she had 3 long scars across her face.

No, I'm not scared at all.

I smiled shyly as she held her hand out and I took it.

"I'm Emily."

"Cassandra."

I looked up at a tall tan man with black hair. He kind of scared me, but he also had this protective aure about him, which I kind of liked.

Wait, What was I saying?

He smiled at me and shok my hand. "I'm Sam." He had a deep voice, too.

"Cassandra." I said quietly.

I was actually surprised there was no fake "I'm sure you'll have a great time with us." Or the ever-popular faux chipper "We're going to love having you with us."

It almost gave me a respect for these people – because they seemed real.

Almost.

They inconspicuously looked around the room for the suitcases that I didn't have. Billy shook his head slightly and Emily smiled at me. "Are you ready to go?"

I nodded weakly. "Yeah…Could I go say goodbye to Jacob?"

"Of course." Sam said.

I walked – I mean, limped – to Jacob's room and waved to him. "I guess I'm leaving."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"No hug?"

I looked over at him an rose my eyebrow. He laughed.

"Maybe another time."

I cracked a smile.

"Don't worry," He said with a lopsided smile. "Sam's only slightly feroscious."

"Ha." I said and walked out.

I took a deep breath.

I'm only staying until I get better. I convinced myself in my head.

But I saw that warm smiles of Emily and Sam as they led me to the car, and I couldn't help but to actually feel cared for.

Crap.