Imprinted

Chapter 2

Bella

Alice and Carlisle were standing at the border line as soon as we got there. I climbed off Jacob's back and grinned. Carlisle smiled back, and nodded toward Jacob. Quil and Embry nodded with Jacob back at him.

"Long time no see, Bella," Carlisle addressed me.

"Well, wolf girls like to stay on their turf, Carlisle, I hope you'll understand," I teased. "Now, about Victoria."

"Yes, we need you on our side of the border from now until Victoria is no more," Carlisle said. I nodded. Jacob growled.

"Jacob wants access to your land," I countered.

"That sounds fair. You have my permission, Jacob."

Jacob nodded coldly and looked at me.

"What?" I hissed. His eyes portrayed something else, something vital. It took me a second to realize what he wanted.

"Oh! Where did you predict Victoria to be?" I asked Alice.

"To the southern part of the border. She kept on disappearing and reappearing, so I know she was weaving in and out of the territories."

"Very well," I said. "Is that all?"

"Yes. Go pack your stuff, Bella. Oh, and Jacob, try not to get too close to Bella while she's in Forks. I need to see her at all times."

With those parting words, I climbed on Jacob's back and we ran to my house. The house itself was big, big enough to hold a gigantic pack of wolves. I made sure that I always had enough food in the fridge for when Paul decided to visit simply for my cooking. Jacob for sure didn't eat that much.

I packed enough clothes for a week and my toiletries. My toothbrush and toothpaste was also stuffed into the bag. Jacob wandered around my room, looking at the pictures I've taken of us at places like Disneyland, the cliffs in Port Angeles, our trip to New York, and so on. If you're wondering why in the world Jake and I went to Disneyland and New York, even I have no clue. Jacob always took me to random places, which makes me wonder if he was trying to build up to something. But I knew for a fact the Disney trip was a joke from the day I woke up in the hospital, when Jake tried to make me think we'd kissed before in Disneyland. To fulfill his story, though, I really did kiss him in front of a lot of people.

I zipped up my bags, smiling at the memory. I felt warm, cuddleable arms snake around my waist.

"I probably destroyed your train of thought, but you were smiling so sweetly, I couldn't help it," he explained. I turned around to kiss him.

Unlike our usual kisses, which were a little rough and animated, this one was passionate and sweet. It reminded me of the boy Jacob I became friends with on First Beach, when he tried to scare me with vampire lore. It reminded me of the best friend that did anything I suggested, just so he could spend time with me.

It reminded me of the boy hidden beneath the muscle and fur. The boy I've fallen deeply in love with.

Jacob's kiss ended as soon as it started; slow and yet still incredibly eager. When I opened my eyes, his bore down on mine with such a strong emotion that I felt dizzy. It took me a minute to notice that I was not on the ground anymore, but cradled in his arms.

"I love you," he whispered. I felt a shock roll down every nerve in my body. He'd never said that to me before. My heart pounded, as if to say to him in a strangled Morse code, "I love you too."

"That's funny," I whispered back. He frowned. His eyes betrayed the rejection he felt and he put me back down on my bed. I got back on my feet and took his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Dumb mutt, it's funny because I was thinking the exact same thing!"

And then we were kissing again. This time, Jacob was not passionate; he was hungry. He was not sweet; he was rough. His breath mingled with mine as short, uneven pants. Suddenly it stopped. Jacob looked up and growled. I glanced up to see a lone figure, silhouetted against the light coming in from the hallway outside. And then I heard a strangled, glorious voice.

"Sam let me pass through," it said. It sounded like he was crying.

I was still in a daze as his hand moved and flicked on the light to my room. And I blinked as the sudden light made Edward Cullen's skin seem even whiter.

"You always appear at the worst moments, bloodsucker," Jacob growled.

"I didn't mean to."

"Why are you here?"

"I heard Victoria was here, so I decided to come back and help. Alice told me to send for Bella."

"Edward, get out of my house! You can't tell me you forgot I'm the daughter of a cop! Get out of my house, and stay away from me," I hissed at him, suddenly pissed off. I growled once, a real, menacing growl. Jacob's hands were on my shoulders then, and I jerked to a stop. I stood up straight from my defensive stance and gasped. Jacob didn't seem to notice my dilemma, though. He was still busy staring down Edward. But Edward looked at me curiously, before turning and leaving.

AN: Oh, great, just when you thought the story would be Edward-free, the bronze haired bloodsucker just boomerangs back! Doesn't he have anything better to do? Great, now I'm babbling. I want to get some more reviews!!! I love my readers and I love the amazing (and sometimes extremely funny) reviews I get!

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