Chapter Three: Just a Dream
Song: Just a Dream – Sam Tsui and Christina Grimmie
Jacob Black
Her skin was warmer than he expected it to be. It was smooth. Jacob always thought that vampire's skin was hard and cold. Just like their heart. If they even had a heart. He let his hands roam around her body. Her hair was curly, this time, hanging around her face in perfect ringlets. His big fingers went from her hair to her eyes, letting them touch the dark circles under them. She sighed and opened her eyes to stare at Jacob. Her eyes were beautiful. They were a sparkling emerald green. It reminded him of a jewel his mother used to wear around her neck. It looked just like her eyes. It had a dark center piece with beautiful green diamonds surrounding it, making it shine when the light hit it perfectly.
His fingers went from her eyes to her little petite nose. She had freckles crossing over it onto her cheeks. It made her look adorable. When he touched her nose, she wrinkled it and it made Jacobs stomach drop. Next were her lips. They were pink, thin, and perfect. It looked like she had lip gloss—she probably did, but Jacob couldn't tell. His attention went to her teeth. They were perfectly white and straight. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip and she parted her lips with a sigh, letting out a gust of air. She was warm, but her breath was cold and it smelled minty. When she parted her lips, opening her mouth a little, he could see the points of her fangs. Curiously he reached up and touched the tips of them. They were sharp. He should have known, but they didn't pierce his skin.
When he touched them they extended a little longer, making dents on her bottom lip. He always thought that vampire's fangs were short so that no one knew they were vampires. A cream colored hand touched his hand bringing it, slowly, down to touch her neck. Jacob watched as she slowly turned her head, her hair falling down on the side of her face. Jacob almost missed the two bite marks on her neck. They looked old but they were still there. He reached up and gently touched it.
While his left hand was exploring her face, his right hand was exploring the rest of her body. He started from the curve of her hip and ended up in the most inner part of her thigh. When his hand started playing with the hem of her black lace underwear, she flipped over so that she was straddling his waist. His hands were above his head, bounded by her hands. She was strong for a female vampire. If he had to guess she was probably nineteen or twenty—probably just over one-hundred years old. He was taught that the older the vampire, the stronger he is. She wasn't that old—why was she so strong?
"It's your dream, Jacob." She spoke, her voice echoing throughout the room. Her voice had a musical tint to it. It sent a pleasurable shiver through Jacob.
That was when Jacob looked around. There was a sheer bed curtain surrounding them. He managed to get his hands free to pull the curtain back. There was nothing surrounding them. Just fog. They were in a room—or wherever—with just a bed.
"It's just a dream," She repeated, bringing Jacob's eyes back to her.
"I just met you and I'm already dreaming about you?" Jacob asked, making a face. His face twisted at the sound of his voice. It sounded weird in this dream-realm.
"It's only just a dream," She said again, staring confusedly at Jacob, whom she was still straddling.
"I get it," He said, annoyed. "Why am I dreaming this?" She opened her mouth to answer his question, immediately closing her mouth when Jacob shot her a look. "If you say it's just a dream one more time, I'm going to throw you across the room."
"Harsh," She smirked, one fang sticking out. Jacob swallowed. "It's what in your conscience."
"You're in my conscience?" He asked as she nodded. "I can do anything I want?"
She shrugged. "You're dream, Jacob."
"Why does this feel so real?" He asked, touching the bottom of her underwear. She watched him with bright emerald green eyes. "Did I put these on you?"
She let out a laugh that lingered in the air for a few seconds. "You did."
"Nice," Jacob's hand started rubbing up and down on her smooth cream leg. He looked up to see her head was thrown back, her mouth parted open, revealing her fangs again. "Wait—am I just having this dream because I'm extremely horny?"
She laughed again, it sending shivers through Jacob's body. "Are you?" She didn't look down at Jacob as he asked that question.
Jacob made another face. "It's funny how you are on top of me when I don't even know you."
This time she did look at him, her perfectly arched eyebrow, raised in question. "Would you like to be on top?" She giggled, covering her mouth. "Because I wouldn't mind."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Jacob growled. He was confused.
She looked down staring at what she was sitting on, making Jacob blush. She looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. She leaned forward, letting her lips linger on the crook of his neck. She felt Jacob's whole body stiffen under her. "I can't bite you, Jacob Black." She said, kissing up his neck to whisper in his ear. "If I wanted to bite you—I would have." She sat back and Jacob shifted a little, making her smirk. She placed a hand on his chest. The color difference between them was obvious. "It's your dream,"
Jacob stared at her, "Retract your fangs," He ordered and her fangs immediately went away. He smirked. "Underwear too," There was a gust of wind and when Jacob looked down she didn't have any underwear on. Clean and nice. "Nice tattoo."
It was a piece sign with: "I Promise," written on it. Jacob was curious. What did she promise? He stared up at her to see that she was staring down at him. Her green eyes were the only light they had in this foggy place. She looked hurt. Like…she was about to cry and Jacob was scared. He knew from his pack members that a vampire crying is never good. Embry told him that they go bat-shit and they never calm down. Jacob put his hands on her hips, pulling her off of him, her underwear reappearing. He sat her down beside him, before sitting up himself. She sat crossed legged beside him, with her head down. When she looked up, the rims around her eyes were red and she had blood-tears coming down her face.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Jacob whispered wiping one of the tears before it could fall. He felt some-what disgusted that he was touching blood. "What did I say?"
She looked at him, smiling. "I promised peace." Jacob was confused. He followed her hand movements which were lowering her underwear a little bit, reshowing her tattoo. "I promised peace," She repeated.
Jacob woke up sweaty and confused. A little bit of light was shining through his curtains. His sheets were on the floor and his ceiling fan was spinning slowly. Jacob felt something warm and tingly on his neck, he gently touched it—making him even more confused. He sat on his bed for a couple more seconds before getting up to go to the bathroom. When he got into the bathroom he looked himself in the mirror. He cursed, slamming the door. He forgot the whole tingly sensation on his neck as he stared into his own eyes. His reflection was staring back with wide, tired, eyes.
In his right eye was a tiny green fleck. He cursed again, forgetting about the eye color change. The wolves had this trait that whatever eye color their imprint has—they have it too. Jacob went through all of his pack members' eye color and cursed again. All of their imprints had dark eyes. They had dark eyes. Of course you couldn't see that they had two different eye colors in their eyes. Unless the sun was shining directly in their eyes, which rarely happened since they lived in Forks. Jacob touched under his eye and mumbled some curse words. The fleck was visible, even to human eyes. It looked small to him—but it would seem big to others. He wished he would have never cut his hair. If he had his hair he would have been able to shield his eyes from his father, pack members and other humans.
He knew that his imprinting would be big news. Everyone has been waiting for the alpha to imprint. Some parents even brought their daughters to him, hoping that Jacob would imprint on them. Everyone wanted to imprint with the alpha. Sam was already imprinted with someone—so he was out of the category. Jacob was the only other alpha. What the hell was he going to do?
"Jacob?" Jacob could hear his father rolling his chair into Jacob's small, but comfortable, room. Jacob started to panic. How was he going to cover up his eye? "Jacob—are you in the bathroom?"
"Yeah, Dad." He answered, looking around the bathroom for a towel. "I'll be out in a minute," Jacob felt like he was a movie. The kind of movie where the teenage kids are smoking pot in the bathroom, their parents walk in, and they try to hid the evidence of drugs ever being in their hands.
Jacob walked out the bathroom to see his father, Billy, picking up his sheets, placing them on the bed. He watched as Billy rolled over to the window to throw the curtains open. Jacob brought the small hand towel over his eye, pretending to shield it. Billy shot him a look before rolling out of the room. Jacob sighed, dropping his hand to his side. Hiding his eye was going to be hard. Why the hell did he have to imprint of a fucking vampire?
The thoughts about the vampire brought him back to his dream. What was it about? Was it some type of warning? He didn't even know the vampires name and he was dreaming about her. What the hell did she mean about, 'wanting peace'? Was that tattoo some type of club membership or something? Can vampires even get tattoos?
If it had been any other dream, Jacob would have been had sex. But something kept distracting him. She kept distracting him. Those green eyes, soft skin and her silky smooth hair were pretty distracting. Jacob wondered if it was a dream. She said it was a dream and he had complete control of it. He had to admit that he was a little horny in the dream. Who wouldn't be when a half-naked, beautiful, girl was straddling your waist?
Why didn't he notice the little green fleck in his eye before? When he got home last night he was in a rush to get the feeling of imprintation off of him. He didn't want to believe it was true. He didn't even relieve Seth of his guarding duties. He wanted to stand there all day and stare at the girl—if she even counts as a girl—but at the same time he wanted to get far away from her. He ignored the pull he felt as he took off running down the street back to La Push.
After taking a shower, brushing his teeth and changing his clothes Jacob went to the front of the house. His luck must be running out because when he walked into his kitchen everyone was there. When he says everyone—he means everyone. Sam and Emily sat closer to the kitchen entrance laughing at something Paul said who was standing by the refrigerator. Seth and Leah were sitting at the kitchen table playing an intense card game. Billy, Charlie, Sue, Bella were all sitting in the living room. Jacob's house wasn't that big—the kitchen was basically the living room with a sink, stove, refrigerator, cabinets and all that stuff. Embry and Jared sat with their imprints in the living room, talking quietly. Embry's imprint, Hannah, was not from La Push—but her eyes were still brown. You couldn't see a fleck in Embry's eyes. Quil sat there talking quietly to Rachel while Brady and Collin argued over something.
There was only one person missing. "Where is Stiles?" Jacob asked, drawing attention to him. He regretted as everyone stared at him.
Seth was to the one who answered him. "Oh, uh, he is sleeping at Sam's. He was up pretty late last night." Seth looked at Sam, waiting for the nod. When Sam did nod, Seth smiled. "Yup, he isn't coming this time."
Jacob was confused. "Coming for what?"
"Have you forgotten?" Billy asked, rolling up to his son.
"Forgot what?" Jacob asked, looking from his dad to the people around him.
"He did forget," Paul rolled his eyes. "We are having our own meeting. Billy said you came in mumbling about something—that you needed to talk to us,"
Jacob's eyes widened. Sue walked up to Jacob, placing her hand on the side of his face. "Why do you have an eye patch on?" She touched the black eye patch with a question mark on her beautiful face.
"Uh," He looked around before answering. He wasn't going to be able to keep his imprinting a secret any longer. "I hit my eye this morning. It looked pretty nasty."
"You know you can heal right?" Paul asked, speaking as if Jacob was a child.
"I know."
Everyone went on with what they were doing before. Jacob walked into the kitchen to grab a pop- tart from the cabinet. While he was putting his food in the toaster he could feel eyes on his back. It wasn't everybody's eyes…just the werewolves. They were staring at him with curiosity and suspicion. The only person that wasn't staring at him was Seth; he was too busy concentrating on the cards in his hands. Jacob smiled and waved, playfully, at his starrers. Paul flicked him off while everyone else pretended they weren't looking at him. Jacob walked into the living room to sit next to Bella. She sent him a small smile before continuing her conversation with Sue.
Jacob wasn't really paying attention to anything anyone was saying. It seemed like everyone was talking but he couldn't really understand what they were saying. It's like they were speaking a different language. His eye was hurting. It felt like it was burning. He got this feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. Jacob leaned forward, grasping his eye, taking in deep breathes.
"Jacob!" Bella got down in front of him, her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Jacob started taking deep breathes. He knew he couldn't hold the secret anymore. Was that the reason his eye was burning? Was his eye telling him to tell someone that he imprinted? Jacob stood up, grabbing Bella's hand. Everyone was staring at them with confused expressions. He had to tell someone and if it had to be anyone—it was going to be Bella. She always kept his secrets no matter what. She could tell Jacob everything—not counting that she was a bad liar. They have been best friends since they were in diapers. When she moved away Jacob was pretty lonely and it sucked that he changed and Bella wasn't there for him when the times got rough.
When she came back from Arizona Jacob was ecstatic. He couldn't really tell her that he was a werewolf. It was against the rules. Carlisle and Esme Cullen lived in Forks. If they didn't hurt or harm a human they wouldn't expose them for who they were. But at the same time if they did expose them then they would be exposing themselves. Bella knew something was wrong with Jacob but just couldn't put her finger on it. When the supernaturals came out of hiding Bella was pissed at Jacob. Jacob thought that it was because he was a monster—but it was just the opposite. She was angry with him because he didn't tell her anything. They became even closer after that.
That's when Jacob thought he imprinted on Bella. He was in love with her. She was shy, open-minded and sometimes very outspoken. She didn't think like everyone else did. She wasn't one of those gossip spreaders. She actually kept secrets and every guy in Forks wanted to date her. If he had to admit she was probably the only virgin in Forks. Minus Angela Weber, and possibly Ben Cheney…maybe even Eric Yorkie—who knows? Of course, probably the little kids, they were doing everything these days. Every guy wanted to bed her but she wouldn't let them have it. At some point Jacob actually thought that he was going to be the one—but boy was he mistaken.
Bella didn't love him. She didn't really love anyone. She did love Jacob as a friend. She let him know that she didn't think of him that way. The way she looked at him was the same way she was looking at him right now. She was looking at him with sympathy. She felt sorry for him, Jacob realized. He also realized that she was waiting patiently for him to speak. He had basically dragged her all the way down the beach—out of the hearing range for the other wolves. He couldn't risk them hearing him tell her his biggest secret. A secret he has only had for a couple of hours.
He couldn't speak. He looked into Bella's expectant brown eyes. He sighed, reaching up to take off his eye patch. He waited for the gasp that would escape Bella's lips but that gasp never came. He had closed his eyes so that she wouldn't see her face expression. He really didn't want to see her expression. Bella didn't hate vampires. She was friends with some. Friends with his imprint. He felt her hand on his cheek, stroking it.
"I've always wondered what I would do when you imprinted," She whispered. Jacob's eyes were still closed. He didn't want to look just yet. "I was either going to be a complete bitch to her," She continued, her voice really low. "Or I was going to like her. I still don't know which one,"
Jacob finally opened his eyes to see Bella still staring at him. Her hand, dropped when Jacob's eyes opened, she just continued to stare. "I don't think anyone will know what to do," He whispered. He sat down on the sand and put his head in his hands.
Bella sat down next to him and nudged him with her shoulder. "What do you mean?" When Jacob didn't answer she nudged him again, "Hey, I am sure Billy will love her." Jacob sighed, looking up at the sun. He finally heard her gasp. "It…shines. It's beautiful Jacob. It might not be your full eye color—but that little speck makes you look cool."
"Cool?" He repeated then scoffed. "This eye color is a demon."
"Jacob!" Bella smacked his arm. "Don't talk about your imprint like that." Jacob shrugged his shoulders. "Does she know? I mean…if you get her eye color—doesn't that mean she gets a piece of you?"
"She doesn't get a piece of me," Jacob mumbled. He looked at Bella before looking out onto the ocean. He gripped the eye patch in his hands. "She feels protective over me, probably. She will know when I am in trouble—the same with me."
"You didn't answer my first question," Bella accused, making a face.
"I don't think I can tell anybody, Bella. I don't know if anyone will accept me…or her," Jacob mumbled, clearly hurt. He down casted his eyes to look at the sand that was covering his feet.
"Who is she Jacob?" Bella asked.
"I don't know!" Jacob yelled out frustrated. "I don't know who she is." He said more quietly, "All I know is that…" He took a deep breath, "she's a vampire."
"A vampire?" Bella whispered. She roughly grabbed Jacob's face in her hands. She was seeing that little green fleck in the corner of his eye. It did make him look cool, unique. It made him look different. Then something clicked. "Oh come on!"
"What?" Jacob pulled her hands off his face. "What happened?"
"Jacob I just met her!" Bella whined, throwing her feet around which made the sand spray everywhere.
"Bella stop whining!" Jacob grabbed her legs, trying to make them stop kicking. "I didn't mean too,"
Bella smacked Jacob's hands off of her. She sent him a glare. Sand was in her hair and all on her clothes. "You followed me last night?"
Jacob tilted his head to the side, playing innocent. "Followed you where? Were you somewhere you weren't supposed to be?"
Bella growled which only made Jacob laugh. "This isn't funny," She smacked his arm again. "I don't know why are you are being such an asshole,"
Jacob looked at her with his mouth open. "Language Miss Swan," Bella rolled her eyes. "How am I being an asshole?"
"You won't tell anybody," Bella said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
Jacob groaned. Of course she wouldn't be able to see. "I can't tell anybody. Werewolves and vampires aren't allowed to date." He couldn't even say 'bloodsuckers' anymore.
"Why would they in the first place?" Bella asked. "I mean…you guys hate each other. But they didn't include anything about imprinting."
"I really wish you weren't so understanding about this," Jacob rolled his eyes, playing with the sand beneath his fingers. "That's why they won't approve. They hate vampires."
"Do you?" Bella said.
Jacob shrugged. "I don't even know anymore." He looked at her to see her staring back at him. "I want to believe that I hate them—but then some part of me doesn't hate them. It's all confusing."
Bella frowned. "Well, has she seen you?" Bella shook her head. "I think she did see you. She kept looking around, like someone was calling her name."
Jacob looked at her. "What is her name?"
Bella smirked. Jacob couldn't help but frown. He didn't want her to smirk. He wanted someone else to smirk. "Why do you want to know?"
"She's my imprint," Jacob said, simply.
"Why don't you ask her, yourself?" Bella challenged.
Jacob groaned, putting his head back in his hands. "How the hell am I suppose to do that?"
"Accidently run into her?"
"This isn't some movie Bella," Jacob rolled his eyes. He found himself doing that a lot today.
Bella stood up, dusting the sand off of her jeans and shirt. She shook her head, wildly, to get the sand out of her hair. "Don't worry about it anyways," She started to walk away. "She has a boyfriend!" She called.
Jacob got up to follow her. He grabbed her by the arm, turning her back around to face him. "She has a boyfriend?" Bella nodded. Jacob felt a tightening in his chest. "She has a boyfriend," He repeated whispering. Some part of him was glad the other part was heartbroken.
Bella bit her bottom lip. She touched Jacob's arm, gently. "I'm sorry," She looked behind her at the light up house before turning to face Jacob. "But she probably won't feel the same way about him anymore."
Jacob turned from Bella to face the forest. He was tempted just to run and never come back. But then he thought about his pack brothers. They would read every thought he had since the imprinting. Possibly even the dreams.
"How would you know?" Jacob was confused. He felt like a girl on her period. Different emotions were running through him. A few minutes ago he was worried about anyone finding out. Then he was worried about what people would think. He didn't even want to imprint on a vampire. He wanted to hate a vampire. That's what he was built for. Destroying vampires. He couldn't possibly love one.
"Jacob you are in denial," Bella sighed. "Do you need some Midol—possibly a tampon or are you a pad girl?" Jacob stared at her. "I'm serious Jake. Snap out of it; stop being such a little bitch."
Bella never cursed. She was hanging around him too much. "I'm being a little bitch?" He repeated. He was somewhat amused by Bella.
Bella nodded determined. She pointed to his right eye. "That is a sign." She gestured all around her. "You and Carlie could bring together the species."
Carlie. "What do you mean by that?"
"A werewolf and a vampire being together could bring everyone to their senses to see that we all could live in harmony," Jacob never thought about that. "You could bring us together," Jacob shook his head only to be slapped by Bella.
"Ow!" That hurt more than he realized. He almost smirked when Bella grabbed her hand.
"That hurt me more than it hurt you, son." Bella mumbled, clutching her hand. Jacob laughed. "Seriously, consider what I am talking to you about. Okay?"
"She has a boyfriend, Bells." Jacob said, his hand covering his cheek. It stung. "How can I love someone who loves someone else?"
"You haven't even met her yet," Bella told him. "Meet her first and see where this goes."
"I am not going to meet her," Jacob refused.
"How can you not meet your imprint?" Bella asked, frustrated.
"Because," Was all Jacob said.
Bella raised her hand to slap him again when there was a whistling sound. Both Jacob and Bella turned to see Seth walking down the beach. He had a bright smile on his face as he walked up to them. His hands were stuck in his pocket, and his head was down. Jacob stared waiting for him to say something.
"Hey guys—" Seth looked up to see both Bella and Jacob staring at him. He gasped and pointed to Jacob's eye.
"Shit," Jacob ran back to his spot to pick up his eye patch. He put it back on before returning to Bella and Seth. "You can't tell anybody Seth."
"B-but you imprinted!" Seth yelled, excitedly. "That's great. Now you can get all those girls off your back."
"Yeah….sure," Jacob mumbled and look at Bella for help.
"For Jacob it's not a happy imprint," Bella shot him a look before turning to face Seth. "If we tell you what is going on, you can't tell anybody."
"I can't really control that Bella," Seth frowned. He looked at Jacob then back at the pale girl in front of him. "When we shift—all of our secrets are out there."
"Try," Bella told him. "You have to try."
"Just tell me what is wrong about imprinting," Seth braced himself, looking back and forth between his alpha and Bella.
"I've imprinted on a vampire," Jacob breathed. Some of the weight on his chest came off. But there were still pounds of stress on him.
Seth was silent for a while. "So?" He laughed out loud. He stopped laughing at the look on Jacob's face. "What's the problem—oh! I know. It's what I think it is. No one is going to approve."
"Thank you!" Jacob patted Seth on the back. He turned to Bella, with his arm around one of the youngest werewolf. "He sees where I am coming from,"
"Yeah?" She turned to face Seth with a smug smile. "You know him and his imprint could make a change in the world." Seth looked as confused as Jacob did before. "Werewolf plus vampire plus together plus dating plus imprinting equals peace and no war." She rolled her eyes when Seth's face grew more confused. She pointed to Jacob. "Werewolf and vampire dating—equal peace."
"Oh!" Seth smacked his forehead. "I get it. But could we talk about this later? We have a private meeting to go to."
When they got into the house everyone was expecting them. Jacob reached up to make sure his eye patch was in place. Seth took it pretty well and Jacob trusted him enough to keep his secret. Besides, if he did tell Jacob had a lot of dirt on him. Even when he changed into his werewolf form he still kept the secret. Hopefully Seth would be able to do the same thing. If anyone found out that he imprinted on a vampire all hell would break loose and Jacob would be in the center of it. Everyone would think the worse. They would probably just jump to conclusions.
Jacob sat between Emily and Bella. Emily smiled at him before turning her attention back on the center of their makeshift circle. Jacob felt ridiculous. Why did he have to hide from his family? He didn't want to. But he didn't want to be kicked out just because of who he loved. Someone is going to find out—and he is going to be in deep shit.
"As we all know the vampires have appointed an army officer." Billy started out. He waited until the whispers stopped. "I don't even know what to say. All I can think of is that we aren't safe anymore."
Bella shot Jacob a pointed look before speaking. "Isn't there anything we can do?"
"You aren't doing anything, young lady." Charlie said, all father-like. Bella rolled her eyes. Whether Charlie said it she was still going to do it.
Billy went on to answer Bella's question. "We can't do anything." Billy sighed, looking around the small group. "We are probably going to have to go to war."
Bella shot Jacob another look while Sue spoke. "I know this is hard but can't Stiles do something?" Everyone stared at her. "He came from the vampire side. He can talk to them. Try to reason with them or something."
"Or something," Paul scoffed. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on. "Stiles is being a little bitch about going to talk to the vampires."
"All panthers are in league with the vampires," Kim agreed. She looked at Jared with lovey-dovey eyes before looking at Billy. "Stiles is a good guy—he can bring us back together."
Bella shot Jacob another pointed look and Jacob flipped her the bird. Bella did the same thing back to him. Seth was looking between the two amused. "You guys have to remember that Stiles doesn't talk to that half of his family." He told everybody.
"I know," Paul grumbled "He should get the stick out his ass." Rachel smacked him on the side of his head.
"Be nice. He has done a lot for us," She frowned. "He left his family to be our spy."
"He had no choice," Charlie said. "It was either you guys or nowhere."
Billy cleared his throat and everybody looked at him. "I spoke to Jasper Whitlock." Everyone grumbled some words before he continued. "He is a straight up, fellow." Billy chuckled at some memory. "Carlisle is putting the training on hold."
"What were they going to do?" Brady asked, quietly. "Send them to boot camp?"
Billy nodded. "They were going to do just that."
"Sending all of the vampires?" Collin asked.
Billy nodded again and Jacob spoke. "Even the female vampires?" Bella shot him a smug smile. Jacob ignored her. "I know they are just as strong as the male vampires—possibly even stronger, but they can't send them."
"Oh, Jacob," Bella sighed, dramatically. "They can send whomever they want too. Why are you worried, dear Alpha?"
Jacob shot her a look. "I was just wondering. They would have to have some vampires here to watch over their land."
Bella smiled, victoriously. "Because…"
"Because," Jacob snapped. "We could take over here. If they leave, of course."
"Jacob," Billy sat forward staring at his son's worried expression. "I know what you are thinking. You are thinking about strategy. But Jasper and Carlisle told me that they were thinking about shipping in strong vampires."
"We are all going to die," Hannah sat back. Her dark brown eyes looked heavy with tears. Her short blonde hair looked messy—unlike it's usually comb self.
"We are not going to die," Embry promised her. "We could recruit werewolves too."
"True," Charlie chimed in. "They are everywhere. What about the East Coast Werewolves?"
"What are they?" Jacob grumbled. "A band?" He really didn't need this right now.
Bella covered her mouth to hide a giggle. Seth reached over and patted Jacob's shoulder with sympathy. Everyone looked between the three with confused eyes.
"If you recall they helped us when the vampires first came out," Billy said to Jacob with authority. "Do they even know what is about to happen?"
"Do you want to call Kara?" Paul already had his phone out. Rachel stared at the phone in his hand.
"You have her number?" Everyone looked awkwardly away from the couple.
"Of course, baby, I have too. I am the person that the other packs contact." He told her with a confused expression.
"Why can't Seth or Embry have her number?" Rachel crossed her arms over her chest. "What does she look like?"
"Uh—" Paul started but Sue cut him off.
"They are and never will be involved Rachel," Sue shook her head. "Do we need to call them?"
"What about the Central Pack?" Embry asked.
"Or the overseas pack?" Jared looked at Billy.
"I heard they are with the Italian Vampires." Jacob lied. He still didn't want to deal with this right now.
"What the hell is your problem Jacob?" Paul growled. "You are acting like a five-year old girl right now.
Jacob ignored him. "I'm going to bed."
"It's only four," Charlie looked at his watch.
"I'm going to take a nap then." He ignored Bella and Seth's knowing look before taking off towards his room.
His room wasn't that big it was his favorite place to be. He collapsed on his twin sized bed with a sigh. His bed was made up. He never made his bed. He walked over to his window, closed the curtains and collapsed on his bed again. He laid his head on his fluffy white pillow. He felt all of his muscles relax and he closed his eyes.
Jacob opened his eyes to see that he was on the beach. The waves hit the shore with such force he was worried that the ground might break. The moon was shining giving everything an eerie glow. Jacob could hear animals within the darkened forest but he didn't want to step foot in that forest. He wasn't scared of the dark or anything but he felt as if eyes were watching him from it.
Down the shore a little he could see someone sitting there. They had a large object in their hand. Something in Jacob's stomach told him to move forward. That's just what he did. He moved forward about twenty feet before he saw Carlie sitting on a huge boulder. She had a black guitar lying across her lap, her fingers lightly strumming the strings. Jacob smiled when he saw her. The guitar was covering half of her form, making her look naked.
"Are you naked?" Jacob asked his voice, once again, echoing throughout the beach.
Carlie looked up, the moon shining her green eyes. It looked like she was glowing under its light. "Am I naked?" She stopped strumming the guitar.
"I don't know," Jacob didn't move any closer. He stuck his hands inside his pockets.
"It's your dream, Jacob." She went back to strumming the guitar. It was giving off a slight melody and it was making Jacob move a little closer. She moved the guitar to revel her wearing a white two piece bathing suit.
"I guess you're not naked," Jacob came to sit beside her on the rock. He noticed that she was further away from him.
"Perv," She teased. "You already saw me naked once. What is the difference this time?" She looked down at her two piece and sighed. "Does this even count as a bathing suit?"
Jacob, slowly, reached over and touched her cheek. "You seem so real."
"Because I am," Carlie sighed into his hand.
"You are?" Jacob's eyes widened.
"To you I am," She giggled when his face fell into a pout. His hand dropped, but she grabbed it.
He gave her fingers a slight squeeze. "Why do I want you here, but when, uh, in the real world I don't want you? I'm actually trying to hide you."
She looked at him confused. "What are you talking about?" She tilted her head to the side. Jacob stared. "Seriously, what are you talking about 'trying to hide me'?"
Jacob continued to stare. He reached up to take off his eye patch but it wasn't there. "Can't you see my eye?"
Carlie stretched her neck, dramatically, looking into Jacob's right eye. "Green just like mine." Even though she whispered, her voice still echoed around the room.
The dream seemed to shift. Jacob looked around to see that they weren't at the beach anymore. They were standing in a meadow. The sun shined through a small opening of the trees, making the small circle glow. Different colored flowers bloomed all around him and he could see a pink and yellow butterfly landing on a white flower. He wanted to touch it. He reached down only to catch something pale on the other side of the meadow. It was Carlie.
"Carlie," Jacob whispered. She was beautiful. Her dark brown hair was pinned up but the curls still fell around her face and down her back. Her green eyes seemed brighter and she had lip gloss on, making her lips glossy and even pinker. She wore a strapless white dress that stopped mid-thigh. "Beautiful,"
"I could say the same thing for you," She gestured towards him.
Jacob looked down to see that he was wearing a white button down shirt with khakis that weren't too big but wasn't so tight either. He was barefooted just like Carlie. He looked around him amazed. Now he really did know that this was just a dream.
"What is this place?" Jacob asked her, gasping when he saw her standing right in front of him. "How did you-never mind." He shook his head. "Vampire speed." He stared at her. "How can you know so much…when you are just my conscience?"
Carlie raised an eyebrow in question. "Are you serious?" When Jacob nodded she laughed, throwing her head back. "I'm your conscience, Jacob."
"Oh," Jacob felt stupid. "Whatever I know—you know."
"And you should listen to Bella," She said, her smile gone. "Seth is going to keep your secret and…the war is going to happen."
"Really?"
Carlie shrugged her shoulders, "I'm your conscience, and I know what you know."
"How can you…be so real?" Jacob, again, reached up to touch her smooth cheek. She turned around and started walking towards the middle of the clearing. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. Jacob went, quickly, to her side surprised by his speed.
"It's your dream Jacob," Carlie told him again. "I don't know why I am here. Maybe because you secretly want me?" She winked at him. "You want me to be real. I am real Jacob. I will always be real. I'm not far from you. Come and see me."
"You have a boyfriend," Jacob whispered.
Carlie rolled over, climbing on top of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms went around his neck. She stared him in the eyes. "I have a boyfriend, not a soul mate."
"No one can know about us,"
"You're in denial Jacob."
"I know what is true and what isn't true," Jacob said through clenched teeth. "You aren't real—so how would you know?"
She touched his cheek and kissed his lips. "You like the way I feel," Her hands traveled from his face and down his chest. "You love the way I smell," She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You love the way I kiss you and you love how strong I am. You don't like weak girls." She pulled back to look him in the eyes. "That's why you loved Isabella Swan—she was strong."
"I—"
"You are controlling me right now," Carlie interrupted him. "You have full control of my hands and my body." Jacob heard his belt buckle clink together.
"I know what's going on," Jacob stopped her hands, even though he didn't want too.
"What's going on?"
"You are trying to convince me to go see the real you." Jacob concluded. "You want me too."
"I'm your conscience Jacob," Carlie repeated.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"Conscience," Carlie laughed.
"How come I never had a conscience before?" Jacob narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, I have always been here. But I was never in full form. You saw me when I was standing with Bella…and then that's when I came in full form. You finally put a face to the voice inside your head."
"I always thought you were a guy," Jacob mumbled.
"Want me to be a guy?" Carlie raised an eyebrow.
"No!" Jacob gripped her waist, not letting her move. His hands traveled from her waist down her leg. "I want to see your fangs,"
"Kinky," Carlie smiled. There was a snap and she opened her mouth to show her long fangs. "Want to touch them?" She laughed.
She laughed. And laughed. And laughed until her voice faded.
Jacob woke up sweaty, but not confused. He sighed. He knew what to do now.
What'd you guys think? I need some reviews. I like writing this story, but I want to see that at least some people are reading it and telling me if they like it or not.
Thank you,
HNT