2. WEDDING

I couldn't believe the leech sometimes.

I rode home after my little conversation with Edward Cullen, my thoughts still echoing through my head. I told the other pack members about the soon-to-be newcomers, my brother nodding in understanding. Now, the wedding.

I sat outside my father's closet, looking for his old tuxedo which I hope would fit me, my eyes traveled to the calendar that sat on his bed stand.

Oh crap.

It was a mere five days till Bella's and Edward's wedding. The leech should have said something. Only five days to buy a wedding gift. Damn leech.

I finally found my father's tuxedo, but sadly enough it was too small to fit over my large physique. This day started out great, only to turn sour. I growled, trying to keep my anger under control. Damn it all.

I shoved my dad's tux back inside his closet before leaving his room. How was I going to find a tuxedo and a wedding gift in five days? I passed the hallway mirror, but stopped just after a few steps. I backtracked and carefully looked at my features.

Well crap. I look like a mess. Why didn't anyone tell me this before?! Edward was probably making fun of my disarrayed look inside his head. That damn leech. I groaned inwardly before shuffling into the tiny bathroom, turning the shower on. Again I looked into the bathroom mirror, analyzing myself.

My hair was much shaggier then two weeks ago. Heavy shadows circled the bottom of my eyes. I just looked like I was beat over. Badly.

I stripped myself of my clothing and stepped into the shower. The warm water sprayed over my body, washing off weeks of running, weeks of heart-ache. I sighed happily, running my hand through my hair before grabbing the shampoo and lathering my hair up.

Then that smell overwhelmed me back in the forests of Canada. Cascading waves of vanilla, overpowering the smell of my shampoo. I stopped scrubbing my scalp, trying to find the source of the smell. It seemed it was all around me, consuming me. I soon picked up the sickly sweet smell of vampires, just barely. Two vampires. And the same vanilla-scented human that drove my senses crazy just a few weeks ago.

I stiffened, unsure whether to dart out of my tiny bathroom to face the newcomers. However, I doubt I wanted my first impression from the bloodsuckers be me standing there stark naked covered in suds. I highly doubt that anyone would want that.

I quickly rinsed off and partly dried myself before hopping out of the bathroom, pulling on my sweatpants. I still smelled the bloodsuckers and the human, now mixed with the scents of my pack members. Despite all of this, the wave of vanilla overpowered my pack members and vampires.

I hobbled out into my backyard, my hair sticking to my face wetly as I felt the gaze of everyone on my entrance. I looked over to where the sickly scent and vanilla wafted from, my dark eyes analyzing the newcomers.

The two vampires were dazzling, like all vampires. Pale white skin sitting contrastingly against their dark ink hair. One stared at me with narrowed eyes, a vibrant red and full of disgust. And the other stared me nervously.

The third one, the one with a sweet scent that overpowered the rest of them, was a very androgynous boy. Well I thought it was a boy, he was so skinny it was hard to see if he had breasts or not. He sat away from the two vampires with his back turned to us. He was almost as pale as they were, freckles dotting his tiny lithe body. His short wispy blonde hair stuck up in all directions, so light that it seemed to blend in with his skin. He sat there on the dirt ground cross-legged ignoring the rest of us. The overpowering smell of him was distracting me as I heard Sam and one of the vampires talk.

I saw nervous vampire turn to the human boy, his hair cut shorter then the other and an eye patch decorated his right eye.

"Emile, are you sure about your decision? You would have made Yasu very happy," he asked in a charming voice.

"No." I heard the young boy say in a defiant voice. "I'm staying here."

"You can't change her mind Cam," the other vampire said, his long black hair swaying in the wind. So this Emile is a girl, I blushed slightly from embarrassed. I felt oddly retarded for not being able to decipher someone from male or female.

The bloodsucker named Cam sighed before turning to Sam, "Now Cullen told me that we are not allowed to feed here. Is that right?" Sam nodded, standing proudly.

"If you do, we have every right to kill you. As well you are not allowed to step back on our land after you leave," Sam said, crossing his arms. The long haired vampire laughed loudly at the comment, the whole pack narrowing their eyes at him. I glared at him, anger boiling inside of me. Cocky bloodsucker.

"Is there something funny about that?" I asked coolly, the vampire stopping to glare back with his crimson eyes.

He opened up his mouth to speak but the one named Cam quickly interjected with fear flashing across his face, "It's nothing. Zalera is just odd. Right brother?" Zalera briefly glared at his brother but kept silent.

"Anyways, I hope Emile enjoys it here. She said that something was drawing her here," Cam said shakily. He was oddly cowardly for a vampire.

"I can take care of myself Cam," Emile said, the girl standing up elegantly and making her way to us. "I am legal after all. Nineteen years." However, her face seemed to say otherwise. She looked too young to be nineteen. The oldest I have to say for her was thirteen. She had a round face with a button nose. She smiled sweetly at all of us, her almond shaped eyes twinkling at us. Her eyes were an usually soft blue. Like her body, her face was freckled cutely.

"I know…" Cam started, looking fatherly toward the tiny girl as she stopped before us. She was the shortest out of all of us, especially to me she seemed like a tiny porcelain doll. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jean shorts, blowing a strand of her wispy blonde hair out of her face. She looked at me and smiled a brighter freckled grin.

However, Zalera made sound of distaste. The long haired vampire tapping his foot impatiently.

"Well then," Cam quickly said, "We'll be leaving now. It was nice meeting you and your pack Sam." Sam nodded. The vampires turned and began to walk toward Forks.

"Bye…" Emile said, waving good-bye to all of us. Most of us returned the wave before the vampire called Zalera made another disgusted sound. Emile turned around and ran after her companions, the sound of Cam's voice trailing toward us.

"Emile-honey, we've got to buy you a new dress. Maybe some new clothes as well. So you can look beautiful for the Cullen's wedding," I heard Emile made a gagging noise.

"No way Cam. There's no way you'll shove me in a frilly dress…" her voice faded away as they moved farther away. I turned back to my pack, they were going to the Cullen's wedding. Edward never mentioned that.

"Pleasant bunch of people," Emily muttered, "I honestly never met a vampire like Cam before…" Sam snorted at her comment, pulling her closer to him.

"He's even more of a weirdo then the rest of them." Sam murmured as I sat down on one of the lawn chairs that decorated my backyard. The metal frame squeaking under my weight. I thought over the wedding, remembering that I still needed a tuxedo and a wedding gift. I sighed, watching some of the pack members disperse and went off to do something else.

"Is there something bothering you Jacob?" Sam asked, sitting down on a nearby chair with Emily beside him.

"I need a tuxedo…" I murmured as Emile's freckled grin appeared in my mind, making my cheeks heat up.

"Ah yes, would you like to borrow mine?" Sam asked, "I'm pretty sure it's the only tuxedo you'll ever be able to fit into."

I looked up at him through my still damp hair. "Can I?" Sam nodded, smiling slightly as he held Emily's hand in his.

"Thanks," I said before closing my eyes, feeling very tired.

"I'll drop it off later…" Sam said, the sounds of him and Emile standing up and walking away. I nodded slowly before dozing off completely.


August thirteen arrived just soon after the appearances of the two vampires and Emile. Today was Bella and Edward's wedding and I was feeling absolutely anxious. Like Sam said, he lent me his tuxedo, but I couldn't come up with a gift. I didn't know what to give them.

I paced back and forth in what little room my living room gave me. I looked over at the clock that sat atop of my TV. Only 20 more minutes. I adjusted the bowtie of my borrowed tuxedo.

"I'm going Dad." I said, my father mumbling from the kitchen. I left my house and got into my Volkswagen Rabbit and driving down the road. I pulled out the wedding invitation from out of my coat, tracing my fingers of the address. I took a deep breath as I passed the border between Forks and La Push.

It took me a while to find the turn to the Cullen house where they were holding the wedding, but when I arrived the whole house was decked out magnificently. I have to give it to the vampires. This place looked great. I briefly remembered the last time I came, the night of Bella's graduation party. My chest tingled slightly at the thought of Bella.

I climbed out of my car and toward the front door, taking a deep breath. Noticing a lacy sign on the front door telling me to go around to the backyard, I walked around the house like it said.

I sat down on the nearest chair I found, looking around the yard at the other occupants. Emile was obviously there somewhere, her scent of strong vanilla already overpowering all other scents. I soon saw her and the two vampires talking with a rather ecstatic looking woman, her cheeks a bright red. I was surprised if they didn't attacked her and sucked her dry right this moment.

Emile sat in her chair, looking rather disgruntled in her crème colored dress. Her soft blue eyes caught me in her gaze, a tiny smile appearing on her face. She waved, getting one in return, and stood to join me. However, Zalera stopped her.

"The ceremony's about to start Emile. Don't go over to the mutt. I don't want him stinking you up." I heard him sneer as the ecstatic woman scuttled back to her seat. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to calm myself. Emile threw me a sad look before sitting back down in her seat.

People rustled around me and took their seat as the ceremony was about to began. My eyes still focused on Emile. She looked down to her hands which fidgeted in her lap, like she wanted to stand and jump about. My eyes then darted up front where Edward and the priest stood.

I'm glad to be here, I thought, seeing a smile appear on Edward's face as he read my mind. He nodded in my direction as the music began.

But I couldn't get you guys a present, I murmured in my mind. The bronze haired bride shrugging as if it didn't matter.

All heads turned back, all eyes on the bride and her father. Bella, she looked so beautiful and embarrassed at the same time as Charlie led her down the aisle. Somehow I thought my heart would flutter greatly at the sight of her in the high-collared wedding dress, looking like a bride from the olden days. However, it didn't as the smell of vanilla filled my mind once again. Bella caught my gaze and smiled softly before continuing to walk up to her soon-to-be husband. I smiled back, looking toward them as the priest began.


The reception began, Bella's mother and the Cullen's crowding around the new couple. I sighed, still sitting in my seat and waiting for them to disperse so I could talk with Edward and Bella personally. I toyed with my bowtie before I smelled Emile's now familiar vanilla scent become stronger as she approached me.

"Hey you're that one guy from before," she said, taking a seat from me. I looked down at her, amazed how tiny she really is up close to me.

"Yeah…Emile right? I'm Jacob Black." I introduced myself, holding out my hand. She took it and shook it happily, her pale hand standing out greatly against my russet skin.

"I'm Emile Beaumont," she replied, her freckled smile appearing on her round face.

"So how do you like it so far here?" I asked, taking my hand back.

"I love it, but I just wish Zalera and Cam would leave me here already. They think that if I step out of the house without one of them I'll get mauled by your pack," she sighed, lowering her voice slightly so no one else would hear.

"Oh…" I furrowed my brows together, throwing a glare at Zalera. "How does the Cullen's know them?"

"Oh, I don't know. Cam is apparently a good friend of Edward's from what I heard. I don't know much about them…" the androgynous girl shrugged, I noticed that her voice was lightly accented, French probably from the sound of her name.

"How long have you've been traveling with them?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"Only a few weeks actually. They're actually really nice. They don't feed on humans directly, they buy these expensive blood tablets," she explained, her hands playing with the hem of her dress.

I grunted slightly, "Whatever." An awkward silence fell before us.

However, soon Emile changed the subject. We were chatting mostly throughout the reception. She was indeed part French, the other half being from a country in Asia that I forgot. She mostly talked about her younger life in France, the wispy blonde not wanting to talk about her teen years. I soon believed she was really nineteen when she showed me her driver's license before tossing it back into her purse.

In return, I told her about my life. And soon it was the end of the reception, the guests returning home, the moon gleaming over head. Emile was dragged away with Cam and Zalera, both throwing me ugly looks.

I cursed slightly, never getting a chance to talk to Bella and Edward. I stood up, striding over to the newlyweds.

"Bella, I'm sorry I didn't --" I began but Bella smiled and cut me off.

"It's fine, you seemed preoccupied with your new friend." Bella said, her cheeks flushed slightly. Must have been the after-marriage excitement. "We can talk later, right? But now you should go home and get some sleep." Edward nodded in agreement, wrapping his arms around her waist. I smiled slightly, they really did look good together. Edward's lips curled up into a sincere smile at my thought.

"Alright then…" I began, "Call me okay?" I turned around and began walking to my car.

"Okay!" Bella said cheerfully as I walked away. This wedding turned out to be okay for me. My thoughts soon returned to the sweet scent of vanilla of Emile, somehow I saw her in Bella's vintage dress, walking down the aisle as well. I must be more tired then I though.