Chapter 1
A/N: Okay so I'm not sure how many people have actually read my story, I know the prologue was short but I had to give an intro to my character. Anyway, here is the first chapter. Read and review? Thanks! - AniaCrimsonWolf
Gabriella's POV:
I sat in my seat, idly wondering what kind of person would be sitting next to me. I'd once had the good fortune of sitting next to a man who drooled on his shoulder when he slept. Luckily, I was 5 so I found it pretty amusing, and not disgusting, that one of his shoulders were drenched in drool. Sighing, I stretched my arms in a poor attempt to wake my lazy muscles. 4am flights, the most inconvenient thing in the world. I tried to stretch my torso and winced as my abs protested, probably to get revenge for straining them so much in last night's workout.
I looked up as a middle aged woman plopped herself next to me. She had thin brown hair and washed out blue, almost grey, eyes which were now peering at me from behind her glasses. "I'm Margaret Petoskey" she rasped, offering her hand. "Gabby" I said with a small smile, as I shook her bony hand. "pleased to meet you dear, I'm a history professor" she went on to tell me how she thought history was one of the most misunderstood subjects in the world and then attempted to explain the battle of Hastings to me. I plastered a polite smile on my face and nodded once in a while. She had an interesting way of speaking, although I could see why her students might find her boring. Her raspy voice took on a lecturing tone when she explained something and she spoke with a hint of a foreign accent, Russian maybe. Leaning back into my seat I resigned myself to learning as much as I could about the battle of Hastings and this strange woman.
Jacob's POV:
I ran the perimeter a couple of more times. I knew my patrol was almost done but it never hurts to be careful. We had doubled the security after we found out about the red-head leach that was after Bella.
Bella…the name put a lump in my throat and made all the memories rush back. Being in wolf-form only helped, I didn't crumple on the floor, I kept going. That rainy day, the bloodsucker's expensive car, the way she had run off to save her leach, the way she left me. Maybe there was something I could do, something I could say to make her see that I was better than her leach, maybe if I begged…
Jake, you have to stop beating yourself up. Bella made her choice and its best if you just try to cope with it.
That was Sam's voice, full of authority and something a lot like worry. Emily was supposed to be going to the airport to pick up someone.
Her best friend's younger sister. Sam's voice cut in and a memory- his memory- filled my head. It was an old photograph, brown on the edges, of teenage Emily with her arm around a blonde girl roughly the same age as her. The blonde was beautiful but that's not what caught my eye. Right there between Emily and the blonde there was another girl, a younger girl ,8 at the most, smiling into the camera, striking a silly pose and holding her fingers up in a peace sign. There was something about the way her raven hair fell around her face that made me want to stop for a second, just so I could smile at her. There was something even her partially toothless smile couldn't mask, an undeniable grace in the way she held herself.
Emily is going to the airport to pick her up this afternoon. Can you drive her? Sam's thoughts pulled me out of my own but before I could reply Paul interrupted.
Sam, I could drive her. I'm supposed to go anyway 'cuz my mom gets back from England today. You don't mind do you Jake?
No Paul, its fine. I've got things to do anyway .I ran behind a tree, phased and pulled my cargos on. I yelled a quick "I'll see you guys later" and jogged back home. I plopped myself down on the couch, switched the T.V on and tried to brainstorm ways to make Bella take me back.