A/N: One moment there was only the first line of this part, and the next thing I knew I had eight pages typed. I'm really loving how this short story is turning out, it may even be more than three parts like I initially stated. I know this is shorter than the first part, but it felt right to end it where I did. Hope to see you at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Note: Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.

Part 2: Killing Time

The morning after the date, the body of a young girl is found with her insides torn out of her stomach. I watch the news, horrified that I know exactly who it is.

Leah Clearwater. One of my closest friends besides Emily. A picture of her flashes onto the screen, but I can't see which one it is tears fill my eyes so fast, rendering my vision useless. I resist the urge to vomit onto the material of the living room carpet when footage shows an array of cops carrying a stretcher that holds a black body bag. The outline of her body lays crumbled inside the bag, and I can only imagine what lies underneath the heavy sheeting.

I fall to my knees, sobbing, and manage to catch my breakfast with my fingers when it flies out of my mouth and onto the skin of my hand. The acid smell does me no good, and in moments, I find myself dry heaving from the sheer smell of it.

No. She can't be dead. She can't be gone. I clutch at the floor with my dirty hands, and lay my head down on the carpet that has gone limp from years of walking, and faded with dust.

It isn't until I feel someone stroking the back of my hair away from my face that I register that I'm not alone. I blink tears away from my eyes, and wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand, disoriented.

"Jake?" My voice breaks without my meaning for it to, and within moments of breathing his name, I lose myself all over again in my grief. He engulfs me in his arms, and holds me against his chest, strangely silent as I fall apart in his embrace.

The tears keep coming, and before I know it, his entire jacket is soaked against my cheek. "I'm s-sorry," I attempt, my hands reaching to somehow pat away the moisture that's collection against his chest.

"Don't be sorry. Come," he says, standing, and taking me by the hand upstairs. He guides me to the bathroom, and settles my hands into the sink, taking the bar of soap that lies in a dish on the porcelain surface.

He washes my hands, and coaxes me to brush my mouth, and clean my face off in a soft voice that leaves me obeying everything he says. I follow him in my room, and I know I should be frightened, I know I should be saying no to him, that he can't be here, but in this moment, I don't know right from wrong. I don't know anything but needing him.

He lies against my back, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other trailing down my length of hair until it rests against the low end of my spine. I close my eyes, and try to focus on his touch, to let his ministrations distract me if only for a little while.

Leah. Why did you have to die? I want to scream the question in the forest, to feel the wind whip at my body. You were so young.

A loud sob escapes my mouth, and before I know it, Jacob's arm snakes around the front of my collarbone. He rocks me against him, whispering soft nothings in my ear to calm me when I all I want to do is lose myself, to break away from him and grieve.

"Shh, baby. It'll be alright," he whispers into the skin of my neck, making my flesh rise underneath his hot breath. His voice has taken on a husky quality to it, and before I know it, his lips are trailing from my neck and to the side of my face. I lean back unconsciously, and return his waiting kiss, needing human connection, someone else to take me away from my pain.

His hand comes up underneath my jaw, and he holds me as he takes all he can from me; mewls that come from want, moans that come in desperation, and my cries as I struggle to piece together how I find myself kissing the boy I've grown to fear when one of my best friends has died.

"Stop, Jake," I plead when he breaks away. His eyes glow feral, just as they had under the blue moon only last night. He'd gazed down at me, his lips still wet and swollen from the kiss he'd taken, his hand coming up to skim my face with the ends of his calloused fingertips. I'd tried to turn away, only to have his hand tighten on my face.

"I won't let you run away from me, Bella. When the world begins to fall apart, it'll be me you turn to."

I'd shivered despite the humidity in the air, not yet knowing that I would be doing exactly as he said only a handful of hours later.

I had followed him back to the Rabbit, sand grazing my ankles when the wind blew a bit too hard. His grip never wavered on my hand, and I never attempted to pull away.

I'd sat in the front seat, dazed. Between my legs still stirred unwanted desire, a wetness that drenched my panties fuller when I caught sight of his grin as he turned to look behind him as he pulled the car out of park.

I felt the need to ask him the question that had been on my mind for months. The question that burned hot in my throat from being left unsaid. Why do you want me? It continued to nag at me as he rested his right hand on my exposed thigh, his left on the steering wheel. What was so special about Isabella Swan?

I still hadn't gotten my answer, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Though I'd said no, Jacob still reached over on the bed to take my lips with his, though I moaned protest when he drew closer.

My tears had dried up, and I felt a reluctant pull in my belly at the way he seemed determined to consume me though both of us were fully clothed. It'd felt like he already taken my soul, only my body coming back from last night's moon. I couldn't let him have that too.

"Please, Jake. I don't want this," I breathed, trying to push against him.

He grinned unexpectedly. "Don't you?" He lay sprawled against my bed, like a languid beast knowing if he needed to, he could kill in the blink of an eye but that he was fearsome enough that he didn't need to.

"Leah's dead. This is wrong!"

"A lot of people use sex to get over death." He grinned at me beneath his dark eyelashes, his teeth appearing sharper the larger it stretched on his face.

"I don't." He gave me a knowing look, as if he had already known just how inexperienced I actually was. It made shame creep hot on my face.

"Virgin Bella. I'll take your cherry away!" He sang, resting his arms behind his head.

"Jacob, this isn't funny. I want you to leave." When he made no move to stand, I slapped him hard across the face, the sound of my palm colliding with his face audible in my small childhood bedroom.

Silence followed. Anxiety stirred in my gut when he didn't react at first. It wasn't until I went to open my mouth that he took my wrist in his hand, and towered over me.

Malice stirred with desire in his eyes, and when he stared down at me, I fought the urge to tremble. "You do that again, and I swear I will fuck you into this carpet, whether you want it or not. Do you understand me?"

I nodded, fear in my heart that his threat was real.

He didn't leave, not even after Charlie had come home. I stood in the kitchen, readying the steaks I'd just taken out of the oven onto a large serving platter. I didn't ask Jacob if he was staying or not. I just knew he'd stretch out his stay as long as possible, and with Charlie around, I couldn't refuse him so plainly.

"How was work, Chief?" Jacob asked, morbid curiosity showing his eyes despite the way the corners of his lips turned down in concern.

Charlie sat at the table with a grim expression on his face. He'd been called straight to the scene of Leah's massacre. In a small town like Forks, an incident like this one warranted the presence of the most important individual in the police task force. I could see stress etched into his features at the thought of trying to catch the animal who had done this. The thought of another attack, of finding another body was already eating at him. I knew without asking that he would leave right after dinner to continue his search, leaving me once again with Jacob.

"Grisly." His response hung in the air, and left me momentarily stunned with the platter in my hands, a stillness coming over my body that made it so that Jacob had to take the platter from my hands.

I watched as he served Charlie, a strange excitement radiating off his bones. He pressed for more details, and I had to cover my face at how he had forgotten just how much Leah had meant to me. I could barely contain my cries.

"What is wrong with you?!" I yelled at him. "Why are you talking about Leah as if you actually care?"

Jacob's hand stilled on the knife that sat at his elbow. He stared at me without words. A moment passed before Charlie stood, leaving his food forgotten on the table.

"Bella." Charlie reached me, and settled his hand on the bend of my elbow. "I know you loved Leah, but she's gone. Yelling at everyone isn't going to bring her back."

"I want him to go, Dad." I wiped underneath my eyes, turning away so I wouldn't see Jacob's eyes burning into my face. I could feel his anger, and his warning without so much as sparing a glance in his direction. I was pulling the hysterical, sympathy card. It was all I had to get him to leave me alone.

"Bella. He should stay with you tonight. I'm not going to be home."

"Dad, I'm almost eighteen. I don't need anybody to watch me." He gazed into my eyes for a few moments before he looked down, nodding.

"Alright." Walking away from me, he clapped his hand on Jacob's shoulder. "We should head out after we eat."

We sat at the table, eating in heavy silence. The air was thick between the three of us, but truly, what made the hairs on the back of neck stand was the calm way Jacob sat across from me, as if he didn't feel somewhat betrayed, somehow bested. I knew it was a facade, but even knowing didn't make me feel any better. I became all the more anxious the longer he took to eat, cutting pieces of his steak with his knife as if he had all the time in the world.

It was hard to swallow. My throat had grown tight, and I excused myself before I had finished even half of what was on my plate. His fury was tangible, even as each step I took made it so that i was farther away from him.

"Goodnight, Bella." He called out softly before my foot touched even the first step of the staircase.

My entire body coiled up, tense. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I barely managed so say, "Goodnight," before he responded once more.

"Sweet dreams." But even as he promised them, I knew I would only have nightmares.

I see a figure in the distance. The forest is dark, and damp, the leaves sticking underfoot as I make my way toward the person. As I come closer, I realize it's a woman. Her feminine curves are visible, and her short black hair is shoulder length, glossy despite the lack of light.

I call out, and she turns. Leah. Leah. I try to scream her name, only to have my words fall on deaf ears. She looks at me, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

Leah, run! A wolf comes up behind her, and latches onto her side with it's grisly mouth, teeth tearing flesh in an instant. Her blood springs out of her body and onto the forest floor. I attempt to run toward her, to save her, only to find my legs are frozen.

I scream, and I howl, powerless to stop this from becoming her fate. Nothing I do now can change what's already happened.

"I had to stop her before she said anything." I turn to see Jacob standing next to me, watching the scene with an almost clinical look in his eyes.

"Said what?"

He turns to me, a sly grin appearing on his lips. He walks until his jaw is pressed against mine, and his mouth is barely an inch against from the shell of my ear.

"About what I intend to do with you." He laughs, and it's the last sound I hear before I wake up with my breath caught in my throat.

The entire night I had tossed and turned, seeing her eyes and his in my mind. I heard her scream, stark against the silence of the night, and woke covered in sweat. It felt like blood on my skin, and before I knew it, I reached down into my underwear to touch the soaked front. My fingers came back dark, and even in the dimness of my room, I knew I was bleeding.

"Fuck." Getting out of bed to turn on the light, I stared at the dark red stain that was already drying in the center of my bed. I hurried to take the soiled sheet away before it had time to make it through to the mattress, and made my way to the laundry room.

I couldn't stop thinking about the dream, about what Jacob had said. How it seemed all to be the truth, as if I had actually witnessed Leah's death as it had happened.

Was he dangerous enough to kill? Was it my fault that Leah was dead?

The questions didn't cease to keep coming, and the longer I stood in my blood soaked panties, watching the sheets and my blankets swirl in the washing machine, the more I became convinced that yes he was dangerous enough, and that somehow Jacob had had something to do with Leah's death.

But it had been an animal attack. I tried to rationalize, but deep down inside, I knew the truth. He murdered her.

I didn't see Jacob the next day. It was a Sunday so I spent all day at home alone. Charlie was still out investigating the attack, and so I tried to catch up with some reading. It seemed I had been spending way too much time in real life, and that I needed once more to lose myself in the lives of fictional characters. Only then could I finally escape what my life had become, knowing ultimately it was fucked up and wasn't going to get a whole lot better any time soon.

Emily had called earlier in the day, and just at the sound of her voice, I'd erupted in sobs.

"There was nothing you could do, Bella. It's alright."

"No, it's not. She wasn't suppose to die, not this young," my voice broke countless times as I tried to speak, and by the end of the call, I'd had to hold my hand over my mouth to muffle my loud cries.

The last thing Emily had said before hanging up was, "We'll find what beast did this to her. And it will pay."

His name was on the edge of my mouth the entire call, but I knew if I so much as even breathed his name, no one would believe me.

The next day I found myself fighting off cramps in the middle of English class. Mr. Mason had seen the distress on my face, and as he paused in the middle of his lesson to tell us to turn to Act 3, Scene 1 of Romeo and Juliet, he came over to my desk to ask if anything was wrong.

"I hurt inside."

"Would you like to be excused?"

"Yes, sir." He'd nodded, and turned back to the class as I gathered my books, and slung my messenger bag onto my right shoulder.

I exited the lone classroom, and made way to the parking lot. There was no way I was going to be able to make it the rest of the day, not even with Tylenol. I tried my best to stray all the way to parking lot without being seen, but a few cars away from my truck, I felt a hand close around my forearm.

"Miss Swan, cutting class? Never thought I'd see the day." Jacob grinned, and shook the mist of rain out of his short hair like a dog. It lay against his forehead stark, and glistening.

"Let me go." I knew I was wasting my breath even trying but I couldn't stop myself from cringing away from his touch. His hands may have been the last to ever touch Leah. I knew they had the power to destroy.

"Don't be that way." He reached to stroke the back of my neck with his fingers, and drew my face closer, tightening his grip on my nape when I tried to turn my face away. "See, I know why you're acting this way."

I looked at him, confused.

"Hun's on the rag again, hmm?" My face flushed red with embarrassment. If I hadn't been so terrified of what he planned, of why he was here in the first place, I would have spat in his face. "But see, I don't mind. What's a little blood in the matter of things?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Me and you." A feral look came into his eyes, one reminiscent of an animal whose seen livestock after being starved. There it was again, his desire to consume me, written so plainly on his face. "Let me have a taste."

"I don't want to kiss you!" He chuckled darkly, and shook his head.

"I meant a taste of you." His warm fingers grazed my thigh beneath my skirt, and I shivered at the feeling of callous on his fingertips. He edged me closer to the side of my truck, his pelvis pressing against mine. "I bet you'd like that, Bella. To fall apart with my head between your thighs."

When my back had nowhere else to go, he pressed his hard cock into my soaking pussy. "No -"

"You would. I know you would. You're practically begging for it smelling like that." He breathed deep as if he could smell the blood that continued to pool inside my underwear, and I didn't know any better, I could have swore he eyes turned black.

"Jake," I begged. "Stop it."

"I wonder how many times you'll say no before you finally give in. How many times you'll deny me before you realize this is fate." He gestured between us with a jerk of his head, "That this is destiny."

A/N: Tell me how you liked it in a review! They are honestly sometimes the only thing that keep me going. I hope to have the third part up soon, hopefully inspiration will come to me out of nowhere like it did for this part. Also, I anticipate a lot of reviews that mention GINY. I promise the next chapter is in the works, it's just been very hard to build momentum with that story because a lot of things are going to happen, and they're going to be difficult to write ;) Check out my other stories if you haven't while you wait.

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