Chapter 2: Jacob
A/N: I do not own any of the characters.
As the engine of the plane started I nuzzled my head into Jacob's shoulder. He was sleeping now that we were on the plane. When we were on the ground we took turns sleeping so we could protect each other. He always used to let me sleep more than he did in the past few years, but now that I was older he slept more and more. He told me he was making up for lost time.
He was very protective of me when we were escaping the Volturi, he was always very tense when we were alone. Now, it had been a few years. The Volturi hadn't found us yet, and even though it was unwise to get too comfortable, he could relax a little. Even if they were getting close, they wouldn't attack us on a plane with other people. It was a big thing to keep their existence a secret.
Volturi hardly ever traveled by plane anyway. Being in this small a space with this many people would drive them crazy, and the plane would never reach its destination. I had been raised by vegetarian vampires, however. So, I could be around humans more so than others. I did enjoy the blood donors as a child, but the idea of drinking from anyone was weird to me.
The only person I had ever bitten was Jacob, and he was fine with that. I was a baby and didn't know any better, I was also the only vampire alive that's bite wouldn't kill him. So he was cool. Now that I was older, I didn't think I could bite Jacob again. Not that I would be unable, it's just that I had too many mental restraints telling me that it would be wrong.
I was also more capable of surviving without drinking blood. Drinking blood was more appetizing, but I tried to eat human food when I could, to avoid temptation. Jacob had also been helping me with temptation.
My mother was right, Jacob was a big help. He was my rock, my friend, and my protector. He was like a brother to me. Jacob had told me a few times that he would be anything I needed. If I needed a brother, he'd be one; if I needed a friend, he'd be one; if I needed a protector, he'd be one; if one day, I needed a lover, he'd be that too. I didn't need that right now though. I needed to focus on surviving. I needed a protector, and a teacher, but more than that, I needed a friend; someone who would always be there for me. Jacob could do that by just being himself. I was glad he was here.
A/N: This chapter is also short. I hoped to make it longer this time, but as I said at the beginning, I do not own these characters. Thus, I don't know them as well as Stephanie Meyer. However, I'm trying my best to get this story down. I'm sorry I took awhile to update but it's hard to come up with ideas. I promise that I will write the next chapter when I can.