Second chapter—
Summary of chapter 1: Jacob smelled a vampire, and met with Sam, who was absurdly calm about the situation. Then, at the end, Jacob saw a glimpse of who the smell belonged to.
Once again, please review!!! I love getting critiqued! Do not worry about hurting my feelings! Also…I might need ideas for later…and if I'm ever off of what you think the character would do in a situation, please tell me!! Thanks again!!
DISCLAIMER: I DID NOT WRITE TWILIGHT OR NEW MOON, THOSE BELONG TO THE AWESOME STEPHENIE MEYER!
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I looked at Sam, and for a split second his always calm face was pained.
It has to be someone else. Just HAS to be I told myself over and over. My mind flashed back 200 years, the day my world had been taken from me. I had been patrolling the area, when Laurant's scent hit me like a brick. I called the pack as quick as possible and we ran there, but we had been too late. Bella's blood and Laurent's scent were everywhere.
I pushed the thought back, as my eyes were watering up. "Jacob, we need to look into this. Now." Sam's voice cut into my reverie. I turned to him and nodded, afraid my voice would crack.
I lurched forward, the russet wolf inside me coming to life.
I flew to Forks, the whole time thinking 'It can't be her…she's dead for God's sake!'
I arrived at Charlie's house in a few moments. It was eerie here; it had been vacant for years. Charlie's death had grieved the whole town, and no one dare bought or tore it down. Charlie had left his things to Bella, and hadn't changed his will when she left, so everything sits just as it did 200 years ago.
I phased back to human form, and slowly entered the house. I had expected her new scent to be everywhere, but all that was there was very faintly her old scent, which still burned in my memory, and more strongly Charlie's scent.
I sighed, sitting on the couch. I put my head in my hands, and realized even though I knew it couldn't be true I had had hopes.
"Jac- Jason. What did you find?" Sam's voice came from the open doorway. "Sam. No one's around. Just call me Jacob. Plus, you already know what I found." I shot back, my voice leaking with acid.
Sam sighed and sat beside me. "Jacob…you know I should call you Jason. 'Jacob' died over 100 years ago." His voice was calm.
"Why don't you get a new name?" I snapped angered.
"We've discussed this before Jacob and you know it. I left and came back after you. No one will recognize me." He answered, shaking his head.
I tried to make this chapter longer….thanks for the reviews!! They really help!! I would like to add, part of my inspiration for this chapter was PEZ. They are the shizznit. Lol