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Broken Hearts Fixed with Blood and Feathers
Chapter 2: Second Chances
PREVIOUSLY
They all looked at me except a beautiful blonde, who was looking at Jacob curiously. I felt Edward's grip on my shoulder tighten as he read the minds around us. I looked at him silently asking a question with my eyes. He bent down to me so that only the non-humans in the room could hear, along with me. "Jacob has imprinted, but they don't like us very much." I could hear the pleasure in his voice, giving me the tell-tale signs that he likes that Jacob is going to suffer. Through out this I scarcely heard Esme introduce me. Time to find out who Jake imprinted with.
PRESENT
(Bella's POV)
I focused on the blonde Jacob was starring at, ignoring the rest in the room for now. I could see Jake gazing into her eyes intently, never letting his eyes stray away from her face. She had sun streaked, dirty blonde hair which was cut to her shoulders. She was wearing slightly dirty clothes with a windbreaker thrown over them, showing off some of her tan skin. I could see why Jake had imprinted on her; she seemed to be perfect for him in every way. I could already feel the love that Jake was radiating off for her already. I smiled brightly; excited that my best friend was happy.
My eyes strayed from her and started to scan the rest of the group; in front of was a tall boy next to her that was almost tanned to the degree of the guys from the La Push res. He had dark black hair that just barley hung over his dark eyes. He seemed to fit the bill perfectly for the tall, dark, and handsome look that Jessica was always droning on and on about in school.
Standing right beside him was a fair skinned, strawberry blonde boy with glassy looking blue eyes. He was in line with a younger looking girl with frizzy black hair. A boy about 10 was standing near a little girl grinning. Both the little girl and the boy looked related. As I looked over the little girl I saw her face scrunch up in confusion at me. My eyebrows puckered up wondering what I did wrong.
I shook off my train of thought when I heard my name being called.
"Bella, Bella, love?" Edward's silky smooth voice broke me out of my daze. I looked up expectantly into his worried butterscotch eyes.
"Huh? What?" I asked him in a daze, still thinking.
Edward creased his perfectly sculpted eyebrows at me in worry and confusion. "Bella are you okay? They are leaving now; I would like to know if you are accompanying me to the meadow?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I uh..." I trailed off as I shamelessly starred at the group as they left, but my eyes were mainly focused on one person in particular, "just spaced out for a bit." A deep red blush stained my cheeks as I locked eyes with the boy I briefly remembered being called Nick as he exited through the front door of the house.
On the way to the meadow I couldn't not think about that dark beauty, he captivated me in everyway. In his own way he was better than Edward, but I knew that he wasn't mine. Edward was mine, and I'm his.
(Jacob's POV)
I locked eyes with Max and the world around me shattered. I felt myself float, only to be caught by steel cables that hooked onto her. She was the only thing holding me here. I could feel the world drift away as I gazed into her milk chocolate brown eyes. I could have starred all day, she was so beautiful. Wait, no; no words could describe the beauty she held. I never wanted to look away but I had spoken to soon.
Max looked away from me and I felt my heart ache from the separation, I wanted to make her look at me. I wanted to see those depthless chocolate brown eyes again. I wanted so badly to kiss those kissable lips on her perfect face.
I observed her even more even if she wasn't looking at me; she was beautiful in every way, and she didn't even know it. From the way she carried herself, with confidence. Like she could take care of herself. But she wouldn't need to do that. Because she has me now, and as long as I can look into her milk chocolate brown eyes forever, I will take care of her. She has my heart already.
I knew that if I ever had the chance to hold her like the Dark Wonder over there, I would never hurt her. I felt a pang of jealousy as he put a hand on her lower back, leading her out the door. Away from me. I realized that I really, really don't want her to be taken away from me. I can't let that happen…
(Max's POV)
Fang put a hand on my back, leading me out the door. Now usually I would melt at the touch of his hand, and he knew it too. But, it felt like everything changed. It felt wrong, but instead of saying something about it I walked out of reach of his hand and through the door. Though when I did that, walking out the door I mean, it felt like a little piece of my heart ripped and was left there.
Yep, that's defiantly going into that big mushy volume of bird-kid poetry. Under that fancy-shmancey French name.
But back onto a more serious subject, I heard my name being called out.
Before everything went black that is.
(Fang's POV)
I placed my hand on the lower part of Max's back. I'll admit that Max is good to look at, but she's not my type anymore. Too head strong, stubborn, but she's still my Max. I vowed along time ago never to leave her again. I won't let that promise go to waste.
While I was having this internal debate, Max had a brain attack. Instinctively, I caught her. All the while having a group of visitors, standing on the deck to the monster house.
The Doctor raced to help us, a little too fast for an old guy, if you ask me. I jog that speed, trying to act normal that is. And I know Max perfected her super-speed, so she can run as fast as she can fly. When, I have no idea.
Before I could say anything, they took her away.
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