Chapter Song- Monster by Meg and Dia

Disclaimer- No, none of the characters you recognize belong to me, how is sad is that? I wish they did...

Jacob's POV

I stayed where I was, trying to calm my thoughts. How could this have happened? The very things I had been running away from had come and found me.

I'd wanted to leave myself behind, to lose myself in this beastly form, to forget who I was. To forget what I'd lost. And yet, here I was, feeling everything I didn't want to feel. Remembering everything I didn't want to remember.

Bella, I loved her, didn't I? I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, for forever.

But that didn't seem to matter any more.

That girl, who ever she was, meant everything to me now. She had invaded the hole that had been left in my heart by Bella's horrifying decision and all the spaces in between.

I wanted to be with her, to be near her...all the things I'd felt for Bella, only a hundred times more intense.

I tried to get rid of the feeling, tried to find a way out of it. A way out the imprint, of course it was nothing but a big waste of time. It'd already happened.

And so I sat, thinking. Wondering what I was supposed to do next.

It was times like these that the pack mind came in handy. Unfortunately it had been hours since I'd heard anything from anyone. There was no way I'd gotten far enough away to be out-of-contact, we didn't even know if it was possible to really lose touch. It was probably Sam, trying to be supportive, trying to give me some space. Alone time.

Well, right now that was the last thing I needed! I needed help!

I briefly considered turning around and running back to La Push, but how long would that take? And would I be able to find my way back here?

No, I decided, I'd have to stay put and wait for one of them to crack. Then I could explain the situation and call in the reinforcements.

I settled down and shut my eyes again, it could be a long wait.

Another Persons POV

I decided not to tell anyone of my early morning 'encounter'. I didn't want to cause wide spread panic over nothing. And that's what it had been. Nothing.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

No one really seemed to notice my slightly strange behavior. Well, James did, but no one payed him any mind. He was nearly always making up stories and telling little white lies.

After breakfast it was time to go to work.

I gathered them all around the Chart. The Chart was situated on the refrigerator, and was rotated once every week, without the Chart my household would be thrown into never-ending chaos. The Chart was, as its name suggested, a chart. It showed who had what job and when said job needed to be executed.

I would have been lost without the Chart, it kept me sane. Whenever I felt like there was too much going on, all I had to do was look at the Chart. Seeing it's neat color coordinated boxes always made me feel better.

I sent them off in different directions, leaving Samantha with the twins. I would relieve her after I finished with the cows.

As I got to work I thought about my family, about how much they'd needed to grow in the last seven months, in the past few years...

Samantha. She was the oldest child after myself and fifteen now. Our diva. She hopes for big things, and an exciting life.

Abigail, commonly known as 'Abby', was our the thirteen year old dreamer. She had a head full of fantasies, and a life full of dreams.

John, the 'man of the house', being twelve hasn't stopped him from trying to order about the 'women folk' as he called us.

James is my hyperactive, 'can't-stop-now-have-to-keep-going' sweetheart.

April and June, our twins... they may have been only just a year old, but they were so expressive! Neither of them had any a problem letting you know what they wanted.

My family, I took care of them and I loved them but, sometimes I just wished that things could be different. That my mother hadn't died, that we lived some where else, that we could have a bigger house...That we could have just a little bit more.

I knew I should be happy with what I've got, that I should be more grateful. It just seems hard to do sometimes.

There's so much work to be done on the farm. Cows to milk, chickens to feed, and a million other things to do. It's always seemed like my work was never done.

Just as I was finishing up my mini pity party James came running into the barn, yelling, "Annie, look at this! Look at what I found!" He nearly over turned my last pail of milk.

Annabell Old Cow my personal favorite, was by now quite used to loud, unexpected intrusions, and didn't even bat an eye when James ducked under her legs to get to where I was sitting.

He straightened and proudly held out his hands to show me 'it'.

'It' was a lizard. And what an ugly little lizard it was, all green and orange with bulging black eyes...

James of course thought it was the best thing since sliced bread and immediately launched into an elaborate and not completely truthful tale of how he had come to own such an exciting new pet.

"James," I interrupted, "You know you can't keep him. He would miss his family."

He shook his head, evidently he'd already worked out this challenge, "No he wouldn't, I'd get him a new family!"

"How would you feel if someone took you away from us and put you in a new house with people you didn't know?"

He looked down at the little green monster, sighed dramatically and said, "Okay, I'll take 'im back.." He ducked under Annabell Old Cow once more and took off.

"Andrea one, chaos zippo," I muttered petting Annabell's black and white body.

The rest of my day was uneventful, save for the mornings encounter, just as I'd expected it would be.