Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from these characters.

Rating: PG

Note: Bella is younger than Jacob by about 4 yrs just so you know. Hope you enjoy this and keep in mind I am not catholic so if I make any errors please forgive me. Xoxo August

Chapter 1:Returning Home

I was not having a good day at all. I woke up late, had less than five minutes of hot water when I got in the shower, and was a half an hour late for work. Thank God my boss is also my best friend or I would have been fired a long time ago. The last few months I have had nothing but pure bad luck. I couldn't figure out what I had done exactly to piss off God these days.

I just couldn't seem to get back on track. I used to have a rather normal routine life but these days it has been in total chaos. I knew that a small portion of the craziness was to be blamed on the fact that my ex-boyfriend, Hunter was seeing someone new. I knew I was being a shit for being so upset and jealous over his new relationship. I mean, hell, I was the one who dump him. I was the one who pushed him away when I knew he was becoming serious about the two of us.

My own father pointed out that fact several times over the past month when he drop by to see me at work or at my house. He would remind me that I couldn't hide out in my house forever. I had to move forward. I had to act like it didn't hurt my ego when I saw Hunter with Alyssa Newton. Alyssa was Mike's cousin from Texas who moved to Washington after her mother passed away and she had no family ties to keep her in Texas.

In her defense she did seem like a nice girl. She was also adjusting quite well in our small knitted community. The Newton's were a well known family here in Forks. They own a few small businesses and Mike's dad use to be the Mayor until he retired last year. Over all they were a nice family.

I wanted so badly to hate them both but I couldn't. I mean, Alyssa had no clue that Hunter and I had dated for nearly two years since I returned home from college. Hunter Paxton also had family connections in Forks. He moved here a few weeks before I returned home. He was the cousin of one of my old High School colleagues, Emmett Hale. I had always enjoyed Emmett's company but sometimes he was too hyper for my taste so we never hook up. One of my girlfriends, Rosalie was blessed to fall in love with him instead and recently they were married.

When I broke up with Hunter ,Emmett made it clear to me that he was not happy with my decision. He also let me know that I would regret dumping Hunter someday. I had of course just laughed and agreed with him. I figured he was just trying to stick up for his cousin.

Now looking back I know Emmett was right. I did regret it. Okay, if I am honest with myself I would have to say I regret that he is with someone else. I knew in my heart that he was getting to that stage where he was going to propose to me soon. I think marriage is great. I think it is wonderful for other people. It's just not where I am in my life. I want to enjoy the freedom of my twenties.

I knew I was an enigma to my girlfriends. They couldn't understand why I would dump a guy when I suspected he would propose to me. It was too complicated to explain to girls who were born and raised to believe once you turn eighteen you needed to start finding your future husband. I just wanted to live life and enjoy it to the fullest. I didn't want something that bound me to just one person. I wanted to spread my wings and go and do what I wanted, when I wanted.

I shook my serious, depressing, thoughts from my head as I prepared to lock up before I left work. I work with Alice Cullen. My very best friend in the whole wide world. She is the owner of Happy Endings Wedding Coordinator. She helps her clients pick out everything for their wedding day. She also tries to go to each wedding to assure that everything was in place the way the client had requested. If she couldn't make it then I was forced to go to the event. Most of the time I just took the pictures.

My career as a photographer started out as a hobby. I would take a few shots here and there. Before I knew it I was getting all sorts of personal requests from friends and their friends and so forth. When Alice opened up her business she asked me if I would offer my photography skills to her clients who were always trying to find a good photographer for their weddings. Since I was in need of a job I agreed. I made a good living. I was able to buy my first house. My dad was not too pleased about that. He enjoyed me being back home with him. I was constantly reminding him that I was now 24 yrs old and it would look pretty damn lame if I still lived at home. He understood but hated it. I made him a deal that at least once a week we would hook up for dinner so we could catch up on how we were both doing. It appeased him.

"Bella." I heard a male voice call out to me as I turned the key to lock the front door.

I turned to see who was calling out my name.

I was a bit surprised to see Seth Clearwater walking across the street. The boy had grown massively over the last few years. He was also drop dead gorgeous. I had to constantly remind myself he was barely twenty one. Then there was the fact that my father was recently dating his mother so if things got serious this hot young beef cake could be my future step brother.

"Hey Seth." I smiled warmly at him as he approached me. The boy definitely had the cutest smile ever with those two dimples in his cheeks.

"How was your day at work?" He asked as he stared up at the large sign above our head.

"Normal. How about you?" I ask knowing that he had just started a new job down at the community center. He was in charge of social events. Since he was young most of the teens could relate to him and he was still cool enough to know what sort of stuff kids were into.

"It was fun. I got a surprise today." His eyes widened with a glimmer of mischief.

"Really." I frown as I waited for him to tell me what that surprise consisted of.

"Yep." He nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Okay spill." I rolled my eyes and slip my hands in my back pockets.

"A old friend of Forks has returned." He said excitedly.

I cocked an eye brow trying to think of who had left Forks in the past few years. Several faces and names popped in my head.

"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders trying to act like it was of no importance to me. I knew if I acted curious that Seth would make me play the damn guessing game. I hate that.

"Come on." Seth urged.

"I'm really hungry Seth. I just want to go home and eat." My stomach must have heard me because a second later it began to growl loudly.

"Okay, fine. Do you remember Jacob Black?" He ask as his eyes widened and his smile was spread so far across his face that it reminded me of the joker on Batman.

I stood there frozen. My heart pounded erratically against my chest. Jacob Black. A name that I once worshiped. Jacob Black was my very first crush. He is four years older than me. So when I was a freshman and he was a Senior I seriously stalked him my entire freshman year. Our parents are close friends. Well they were until my mother divorced my father and moved away. Then his mother passed away. It was a horrible year in our lives. I was eight years old and he was twelve. We helped each other grieve in our own ways.

Jacob understood that my pain differed from his. His mother didn't want to leave him. She fought so hard against her disease. My mother couldn't get out of Forks soon enough. She naturally ask me to join her but I had refused. I liked Forks and I didn't want to move away from my friends and my father.

Although Renee and I are much closer now we were not those first few years after she left us. Jacob had become my new babysitter of sorts. When Charlie had to work late Billy would send over Rachel and Jacob would tag along. We would hang out just the three of us. It was fun. It had made the long nights more bearable.

Then Jacob hit puberty and had less time for me or his sister. The girls flocked to him like crazy. He grew so fast and began to work out while playing on the football team. He was so fucking gorgeous it was unreal.

I blinked as I looked at Seth for a moment. It suddenly dawn on me how similar Jake and Seth were. It made sense now why Seth made my heart skip a beat when he was near me. I never fantasized about Seth the way I did about Jake. It was those fantasies that I first discover how to touch myself.

I know most girls would never admit that they pleasure themselves from time to time but hey a girl had to do what a girl had to do in order to find some sort of sexual release. Especially since Charlie wouldn't let me date until I was sixteen. I didn't get my first kiss until I reached that age. Charlie was the chief of police so he had a strong personality that often frightened the potential boyfriends away.

So yep, Jacob Black, was the guy that got me so horny that I found myself slipping my fingers underneath my cotton panties for the first time. I had felt guilty the first few times but eventually it became such a habit that I lost that fear of knowing that God saw all and knew all.

I was often excited at the prospect of going to bed at night. I knew that once the lights were turned off and I was snug underneath my blankets that I had the freedom to close my eyes and imagine all sorts of erotic fantasies while my fingers worked its magic on my tender nub until I cried out from my sweet release.

I knew that Jacob Black had no clue how he had affected me. In fact I made it a point to never let him know.

Jacob had decided in his Sophomore year to start taking classes toward becoming a priest. At first I thought he was just doing it to get attention or it was his way of still dealing with the loss of his mother. When he graduated he went straight to Seminary College. He told me that he felt in his heart that God needed him. He wanted to be the man that God deserved of him.

I had hoped that he would grow out of the phase but he didn't. He continued until he became a priest. It was a travesty. A man that gorgeous that had so much sex appeal in him and then gave it all up to be a celibate priest. It was a fucking nightmare to all the girls who hoped and wished for just one night with him.

I had cried for months after he left. My father was totally confused and oblivious to the six months of depression I had sunk into after Jacob's departure.

Now Seth was standing before me letting me know that he was back in Forks. I knew without asking that he was still a priest but hey I had to ask anyways.

"Is he still a priest?" I gulp hard.

"Yep. He is going to be helping out Father Michael at the church and assisting at the community center with the young adults." Seth exclaimed proudly.

"That is just marvelous." I hoped he did not pick up on the sarcastic tone of my voice.

I know I should be happy that he is doing what makes him happy. He was living a honorable and very noble role in our Catholic Church. Still, I had hoped deep down that one day he would return and tell all of us horny women that he had changed his mind and would love to donate his body to our cause. Oh well, a girl could always dream.

"I know right. Mom will be so pleased to hear he will be at church." Seth explained as he continue to smile madly.

"Yeah. Okay well, I need to run. Stomach still hungry." I patted it as I began to walk away from him.

"Are you coming over for dinner this Friday?" Seth ask.

"Yep." I nodded my head as I continue to walk across the small parking lot toward my car.

Charlie had requested that I join them for dinner this Friday. I had a worried feeling that my dad's bachelor days were coming to an end. He was quite smitten by Sue. She was a sweet woman. I had a lot of respect for her. It was also cool that Leah and I were good friends as well. So if our parents did join up we would become step sisters.

As I drove toward my house I couldn't seem to get Jacob Black's image out of my head. I strolled into the house and pulled out a microwave dinner. Throwing the box aside, I slip the food in the microwave and set the time.

Leaning against the countertop I found myself remembering all the silly and yet exciting fantasies that I use to have about Jacob Black. Not once in all of those fantasies did I allow myself to imagine him in a priest attire. It just seem too damn sinful. The microwave buzzed letting me know that my simple meal was ready to be consumed.

I sat at the table trying to enjoy my lasagna but all I could think about was what it would feel like to have Jacob Black in my bed for one long, steamy, and sweaty night.

JPOV:

"Father Jacob we are so excited to have you here with us. I am positive that the community will be just as pleased as I am." Father Michael announced as he patted Jacob on the back.

Jacob just smiled sincerely at Father Michael.

"Yes, well, it is good to be close to my family again. It makes visiting with them easier." I confessed. It had been several years since I had come home for a visit. I knew my father was disappointed in my lack of visits and Rachel had missed me like crazy. It was hard to explain to them how the church worked. I couldn't simply just leave when I wanted. I had so many responsibilities. I had other people whose souls counted on me to be there to counsel and guide them.

I was also constantly in training. I had so much to learn. Even after completing my seminary college degree I had more to learn from within the walls of my church. Father Michael was to be my sixth mentor since I began this journey. I was constantly looking up to these men who had abstain from the outside world for over twenty years or more. I was amazed at how they never regretted their decision to cut off the outside world.

Whenever I began to doubt if this was the right calling I would pray for answers. Sometimes I would stay on my knees for days until I found my faith and my strength returning to me. I knew this was the right place for me. I loved my God. I loved my church. I loved helping others through difficult moments in their lives. I felt so honored when I was able to see someone through a rough patch. I was never more happier than when I watched God's people raise above the evil that was in this world.

Yes, this was my calling. This was where I was meant to be. Still, I had moments of weakness. I had moments where I wondered if I would ever be good enough. Not always was I able to see people rise above their grief, anger, or the evil of the world. I had also been trained to assist at funerals as well. It hurt to watch those I had worked with or their loved ones and see that death still came for them. I knew it was part of life. I knew that death had to come for us all eventually but it always brought me back to the death of my mother. I would recall the anger that had filled my soul. I would struggle against the sinking misery I would slip into when I watched as a child bawled by his or her mother's graveside.

I knew that God loved us all and I also knew that he called back people before we were ready to let them leave our lives. I knew it was God's will. I knew he had a reason for everything but it still hurt like hell.

"I'm sure it will. I know I have not seen your father in here for quite sometime now." Father Michael admitted to me.

"Yeah, he is still not pleased with my choice." I explained as I lowered my eyes to the floor.

My father said that although he loved God he didn't believe that it was fair of him to take me away from them. As far as my father was concerned I had already died in his eyes. I was no longer the boy who went fishing with him, played football in the backyard , or the boy who admired his father and listened entirely to his advice. I often found myself wondering if my father was jealous of my faith in God's word. I think he felt like he couldn't compete against it. It was ridiculous. Billy Black was my biological father. He was the man who raised me to be such a strong person. I would always love him.

"I see. I had hoped he would come around eventually. It will work out. Maybe having you closer so you can spend some time with him might ease some of his suffering." Father Michael advised as he patted me on the back.

"I hope so. I hate to think that he loves God less because I am here." I confided.

"I do not doubt Billy's love for God one bit. I think he just longs for the son you use to be. He will come around. I just know it." Father Michael showered me with a tender smile and then began to lead me to my new room.

The rooms were always the same. Plain. Bare walls besides the crucifix of Jesus. I did not mind the simplicity of my room. When I lived at home I had a room about the same size of this one. I did not own many material things even then. It was not because I did not want them but because we could not afford much.

I had learn to be humble from a early age. Yeah, material things were not something I envied.

"Well I know the parishioners will be excited to see you here. I know the community center is pleased that you will be assisting them as well. I'm afraid as one man I have not been able to spread myself too much. You will be welcomed here Father Jacob. " Father Michael stated as he showed me to the kitchen where we proceeded to make our evening meal together. I chose a can of chicken noodle soup while he chose the beef. We sat at the small wooded table saying our prayers before we consumed our meal.

"I have a calendar in the office so you can see what is planned for each day here. We have a couple of weddings plan this month. I will need your help making sure that everything is in order. So far we have no funerals planned. I hope we keep it that way." He chuckled lightly.

"I agree." I laugh quietly.

"Many of your former classmates have settled down in the area. You should find some joy in visiting with them I imagine." Father Michael said.

"Yeah, I guess so." I didn't want to explain to Father Michael that I lost many of my closer friends once I began down my path of becoming a priest in High School. They look at me like a freak of nature. My guy friends couldn't understand how I would walk away from a piece off ass when it was jumping all over me. I would explain that a woman should hold onto her virtue. They thought I was gay. It had hurt like hell to stay strong and hold onto my beliefs. I had refused to prove my manhood to these hormonal teens boys. I was a man. Sure, I had thoughts of women. I saw their beauty. I had needs. I refused to let them take control of me and cause a young girl to condem her soul for a few moments of lust.

Over the years it had grown harder to resist that type of temptation. Many nights I would wake up from a sexual dream that would cause me to stroke myself until I found release from the pain. I would pray afterwards for forgiveness. I knew it was a natural thing to do. I knew from some of my studies that God would rather have me masturbate than to go out and perform the sexual deed that would condemn me in his eyes.

I might be a priest but underneath this black covered outfit I was a mortal man. I was made of flesh. The flesh had desires that often made people weak, stupid, and careless. I had won the battle over my flesh many times. I learn to look at these beautiful women as creatures of God. Future angels to the lord almighty. I would never tarnish something that pure.

"I think I will go for a walk." I left the solstice of the church to take a stroll down memory lane.

I knew when I returned here not all my memories would be good ones. I knew where there was bad there was also good in this world.

I came across the park. My heart froze for a moment. I began to remember my mother pushing me on these very swings. She was a beautiful woman. She also loved God as much as I do. I knew she was by his side and I knew she was proud of me.

I glanced around the park as other memories began to flood my head. Then I saw one that struck me as hilarious. I found myself laughing out loud.

Bella Swan. How long had it been since I saw her last? Ten years? God, time had gone by so quickly. I wondered if she still lived here in Forks? Would she even remember me? I smiled. I would never forget her.