Author's note: Oh wah. I was deprived from the computer today. And I was just itching to type a new chapter. This is like, the turning point of the chapter. Enjoy my loves. Review too.
Warnings and Disclaimers: In chapter uno!
4. UMBRELLA
I feel complete, now and forever. Basic as that.
I woke up on the couch, feeling stiff from lack of space. I groaned slightly, rolling off the bed with a loud thud which really jolted me awake. I looked up at the time, the clock on the television reading seven 'o' clock in the morning. I gathered up my blanket and pillow, wandering back into my room to put them away.
I creaked the door open, the bed already neatly done with no signs of Emile. I placed my stuff rather messily on the bed before walking into the kitchen for something to eat.
There I smiled inwardly at the sight before me. Emile sat at the dining table, her legs cross-legged on the seat as she flipped through the Wanted portion of the newspaper. She looked a kindergartener sitting there circling potential jobs with a red pen.
"Morning," I said, inhaling the pleasantly strong scent of vanilla. It made her jump up slightly in surprise but she smiled her usual freckled grin.
"Hey," she said, running a hand through her wispy hair. I moved around her to the fridge, grabbing the new carton of milk.
"Looking for a job?" I asked, taking a seat across from her as my fingers opened the carton.
She nodded, her soft blue eyes staring at me curiously as I began to guzzle down the milk. She arched a pale eyebrow at me when I finished with the whole thing, belching quietly.
"Why do you need one?" I asked, tossing the now empty carton into the trash bin.
"To pay the rent here," she replied, circling another one.
"You don't need to," I blurted out, "My dad doesn't mind."
"Yes I do," she hissed slightly, turning the newspaper page quickly in annoyance. However she then flinched slightly, getting a paper cut. Blood dripped slowly down the cut as her almond shaped eyes widened in horror. It looked like a normal cut to me, but I saw her panic at the sight of her own blood. She soon fell over in her chair. Her tiny body crashed into the linoleum floor of my kitchen unconscious.
"Emile!" I roared, not caring if it woke my father, jumping to her side and picking her up. She was clammy to the touch, staying limp in my arms. She looked tinier then ever, even more fragile. Her paper cut however, wasn't bleeding anymore, so it didn't suggest that she was one of those people whose blood can't clot easily.
She was terrified of her own blood.
I cradled her slightly as I moved her back into my room, her breathing still sounding irregular. My father rolled out of his room, looking bewildered.
"What happened?" he asked, still in his pajamas.
"She fainted," I said shakily, "After she got a paper cut."
"Hope she's okay then…" my father mumbled, rolling back into his room. I pushed opened the door to my room. I laid her lithe body down, her breathing beginning to sound constricted. I furrowed my brows in worry as I leaned my ear over her chest. Through the fabric of her white tank top, I felt the bump of another fabric.
I gulped, lifting up the top to see a beige cloth wrapped around her flat chest, the words 'Ace Wrap' printed along it in red. There were metal clips binding it together, for a while I stared at it but the sound of Emile inhaling rather loudly made me push open the clips. The cloth pulled back slightly, apparently it was stretched snuggly across her chest. Emile's breathing soon calmed down as I pressed a hand over her tiny forehead, the warmth returning to her body.
I removed the beige cloth from her chest, pulling her tank top down her chest before I caught the sight of anything unmentionable. I sat there, the beige cloth still hanging in my hands. The cut on her finger was lightly caked with blood, the white cut of her skin standing out against it. I went into the bathroom, grabbing a slightly damp towel to clean her finger up.
I dabbed her finger with the towel, her hand pale and tiny compared to my larger russet hand. I held her hand in mine, enjoying the feeling. I heard her take a deep breath and stir, her eyes fluttering up to look at me. My breath hitched in my throat.
"W-where am I, Jake?" she squeaked out, her hand curling in mine.
"You're in my room," I murmured softly, "You fainted…"
"Oh…" she sat up, leaning against the headboard of my bed. I saw her furrow her brows slightly as she raised her hands to her chest, feeling around. "Hey…"
"I had to take this off…" I said, lifting her cloth. "It was constricting your breathing." She reached out to grab it from me, but I kept it away from her.
"Why do you wear it? It's not good." I asked, scolding her slightly. She scowled like a sour cat, her bottom lip jutting out before she mumbled something that my acute hearing couldn't pick up.
"What?" I arched an eyebrow at her.
"My breasts get in the way of my contortion," she said a bit louder, her freckled cheeks tinting red. I roared out in laughter, only to receive a pillow to my face.
"They do!" she whined, "They hurt whenever I lay on my stomach so the ace wrap helps create a barrier!" She jumped on me, pounding her tiny fists against my bare chest as I kept her ace wrap away from her.
I continued laughing as the two of us fell off my bed, I tossed the ace wrap into the corner as I wrapped my arms around her pale freckled body. She laid on top of me, calming slightly as she laid her head on my chest. I inhaled deeply, feeling her vanilla scent become stronger.
I looked down at her, Emile's eyes closing slightly.
"I'm really afraid of blood," she said softly, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier Jacob."
"It's fine," I said, pulling her closer, her skin feeling slightly cooler against mine. "It just scared me." I felt her nod against my chest, her breathing slowing as she lulled off into sleep. I felt my own eyes droop, her vanilla scent calming my whole entire being. I yawned, closing my eyes.
I woke up in the afternoon with the sound of rain against the roof of my house. I immediately stood, looking for Emile. Her scent was faint in the house. I walked outside, the rain splattering against my skin and dampening my shaggy hair. Her scent was stronger out here, yet dulled by the rain.
Then I saw her figure in the distance, moving about happily in dance. I moved closer, seeing her dance in the rain. Her bare feet was covered in mud as she twirled. Her wispy hair stuck damply to her face as she turned to face me, her soft blue eyes looking sharper and brighter in the dullness of the rain.
"Jacob," her voice murmured softly, my heart beginning to thunder loudly against my chest.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I walked over to her, putting a hand on her head. "You'll catch a cold if you're not careful."
"What about you huh?" she puffed out her cheeks, poking my chest childishly. "Your werewolf abilities can't protect you from everything."
"It does from the rain," I smirked, crouching down to eye-level with her. I ruffled her wet hair, the freckled girl jutting out her bottom lip in distaste.
"You sound like you're older then me or something," she mumbled, glaring at me slightly. I laughed, putting our foreheads together affectionately, her smell beginning to make my mind drunk.
"Oh my," her cheeks tinted red as her lips popped open slightly, her warm breath ghosted momentarily over mine before I crashed my mouth onto hers into a kiss. It was exhilarating, her lips tasting like vanilla just like her scent. She opened her mouth in a gasp, inviting my tongue in to taste more of her.
It ended too soon in my opinion, Emile breaking apart to catch her breath. Her cheeks were brighter as her chest heaved up and down. She hung limply against my chest, her thin arms holding tightly on shoulders. The summer rain was still pouring, yet I think we didn't noticed at the time.
"Unbelievable," I sighed, digging my nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet scent.
"What brought you to this?" She murmured as I hooked my arms under her knees and carrying her up.
"Everything," I replied, the kiss with Bella was nothing compared to this. I smiled against her neck, cradling her.
"Huh. What a corny answer Jacob Black," she said, holding on to me as I carried her back into my house.
"Maybe I should have brought an umbrella," I said, the rain bouncing off my head.
"I hate umbrellas. They get in the way too much," she murmured.
"You look like a wet cat," I said, changing the subject. She made a sound like a sour cat, bringing her brows together in annoyance.
"Well you look like a wet dog," Emile retorted, wiggling her mud-caked toes. I rolled my eyes, pushing the door to the bathroom open. I plopped her down, the freckled girl trying to push me out.
"Okay shower time, leave me alone." she said quickly, pushing with all her force but was unsuccessful with moving me.
"Okay okay," I said before bending down to steal another kiss. She smiled and returned the kiss before closing the door on me.
Listening to the lock click and the shower turned on; I leaned against the bathroom door quietly, trying to embed what just happened in the last few minutes in my head permanently. My dad looked away from his game at me, throwing me a soft smile.
I smiled back, making my way back outside. The rain finally subsided when I got out, my bare feet squishing against the wet mud. I grinned wildly.
"YES!" I cried out happily. I phased into my wolf form from all my excitement, leaving my sweat pants to tear away after me as I ran into forest.
You sound happy, Sam murmured.
I raced through the forest happily, my paws getting splattered with mud. However I stopped, sniffing a familiar scent. Bella? No, it was too sickly sweet to be Bella. I trotted toward the smell, coming to a meadow where two figures stood over a dead deer.
I blanched, whining slightly as I watched the familiar face of Bella Swan, paler then ever; her eyes crimson red. Edward stood next to her, watching me carefully.
"Jacob…" I heard her say, horror-stricken. She took a step backwards before taking off completely, her husband following after. Bella Swan, my best friend, was now a vampire.
Emile saw my troubled look later that night, her hand stroking the back of my hand in comfort. I saw on the living room floor, looking blankly at the TV still remembering Bella's crimson eyes widen in horror. I knew she was probably sick of herself because of me.
I buried my face in my hands as Emile sighed softly, wrapping her tiny arms around my waist.
"She's probably hating herself right now because of me," I scowled, delving myself in self-pity. "I'm a retard."
"Jacob Black, this is not something I hear from you," Emile hissed slightly, pulling away. "Sure you can be a retard, but you should know she's not the first vampire to think she's an absolute monster."
"What other vampire thinks that they're a monster?" I retorted back, glaring at her. Bloodsuckers were all the same right?
"My father," she said firmly, glaring back. I softened my glare, my mouth popping open in surprise.
"Your…dad?" I drawled out slowly. Emile never told me this at the wedding.
"Yes," she looked at the TV screen, pulling her knees up to her chest. "He was turned into one when I was ten. He couldn't bear it, he was so afraid that he'll kill his own family. He almost did, when my mother cut her finger while she was cooking. He then decided that he shouldn't be on Earth. So he went to Italy where he committed suicide…somehow."
She looked at the ground, her tiny fingers playing with a tuft of carpet. I frowned, pulling her close to me. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I mumbled, she shrugged.
"I'm not that affected by it anymore…its fine," she said, nuzzling into my chest. I furrowed my brows together. It was obvious she was lying.
