Chapter Song- Roses by Meg and Dia

Disclaimer- I wish I owned the Twilight characters, but I don't. Bad luck that.

A/N: Some swearing, thats Jacob for you...Oh, and I realized something, Jacob is a wolf right now so his emotions are different than when he's human. What he feels for Annie is more of an instinct to care for and protect than to love.

Jacob's POV

This was crazy annoying! The one time I actually got what I wanted and it got in the way!

It was fucking insane!

Didn't they care at all? Didn't they want to know where I was, didn't they want know what was going on?

My brothers, undoubtedly under specific instruction, had yet to try and contact me. And while I appreciated the sympathy on Sam's part it had become more of a burden than a blessing.

I needed help! I didn't know how to deal with this. Each plan I thought up was less likely to work than the last. None of the others imprints had been as complicated as this, granted Sam did have it pretty bad, but at least he didn't fall for a complete stranger who had no idea he even existed.

Frustrating, thats what it was, insanely, fucking frustrating.

That girl, I wanted to know her. I wanted to be with her! Though I had yet to see her again, I'd heard her speaking. Her sweet voice had been carried on the wind to my hideout more than once, interrupting what ever thoughts happened to be passing through my mind at the moment and stunning me into a stupefied state of near unconsciousness.

Speak to me, I think, come and speak to me. Sit here with me where I can look at you, where I can keep you safe for the rest of eternity. Come so I can tell you how much I need I you.

She didn't come, but oh how I wished she would.

I would wait for my brothers, but every moment that passed was a moment of torture. Being apart, though we were never together, was painful. I hadn't expected it to be like this, the imprint. I'd thought I would be immune to all of the...side effects. It was so fucking stupid.

It was incredibly different, experiencing something first hand, and seeing it through another's eyes. The emotions seemed so much stronger now, so more difficult to comprehend. It was so intense, my feelings for Bella were nothing compared to this.

Bella, whenever I thought of her guilt consumed me. I'd run because I loved her, it had been my last ditch attempt at something like closure and instead I'd imprinted. How was that for loyalty?

What would she say, what would she think if she knew? If she some how found out that I'd imprinted? Would she be jealous like she said she might be? Would she think this girl wasn't good enough for me?

Doesn't really matter, I thought viciously, she won't find out from me, and the pack certainly won't be talking to her any time soon. Sam's probably banned it, and I can't say that I'd blame him if he did. I would have done the same thing if I were in his place. That damn blooksucker and his bloodsucker 'family'...

Fuck! I was going crazy, the silence was maddening!

Slam!...

Annie's POV

I glanced at the clock again, 12:27, exactly 2 minutes since I'd last looked at it.

I couldn't sleep, I just couldn't. I was too worried about my father, he'd never been out this late before. Where could he possibly have gone?

I tapped my foot on the kitchen floor impatiently, time seemed to be moving much faster than it normally would. Maybe it sensed that I wanted it to slow down, that I wanted to be able to give my father the benefit of the doubt when he returned.

I couldn't imagine what could be keeping him. There was no reason for him to be out so late. Unless...

Unless something had happened. Something terrible, like an accident. A fatal accident.

No, I shook my head. The police would have been here long ago to let us know if that had been it. I was just letting myself get worked up.

But then, what could it be? Why would he be so late?

Slam!

"Oh thank goodness," I sighed, placing my hand over heart. "That must be him now."

I stood quickly, opened the door and went out onto the porch.

Jacob's POV

I could smell the alcohol from my position behind the rock. The guy must've been nearly three times over the legal limit.

I stiffened when I heard the front door creak open, I knew who it was, I could tell. It was her. I knew the way she walked.

My head was lifted over the top of the rock so I could see, as well as hear, what was happening.

She didn't seem to be afraid, obviously she had yet to notice his lopsided posture and the trouble he seemed to be having with walking in a straight line.

"Dad? Are you okay, Dad?"

"Andrea! Are you fucking crazy girl? Get in the house!"

"What!? I've been up for hours waiting for you to get back! What's wrong? What's happened?"

I saw her going down the steps to get closer to him, she didn't see him raise his hand, she didn't see that he was getting ready to strike her.

I snapped.

In a flash I was racing across the yard, and while snarling, jumped onto the almost offender. I knocked him on his back and snapped my teeth inches from his face, a warning. A warning to stay away from my girl and those she cared about.

He must've knocked his head on the ground pretty damn hard because once I removed myself from him he passed out, though I supposed that the alcohol could have had something to do with it too.

I stole a glance at Andrea, hoping to see her reaction to my sudden intrusion. Was she frighted by me? Disgusted? Horrified? Angered? I had to know what it was she was feeling.

Annie's POV

I didn't know what to think. I was almost positive it was the same wolf from before, it looked just like it.

But how could any animal possibly know what this...thing seemed to know? It was like it could understand and think and make rational decisions. I didn't understand it at all!

The thing had just attacked my father, it could do the same to me, but for some reason I didn't think it would. Why? Why couldn't I feel afraid? My head was telling me that I should be afraid, that I should run into the house, grab my brother's gun and shoot it. But I didn't feel like I should, I thought I should, but I didn't seem to be feeling the way I was thinking.

I felt like it knew me, and I felt like I should know it too, but didn't. I felt like I didn't need to worry about it being here, that I should be thanking it rather than shooting at it. How could that be?

I fee tlike there was something more to this animal than what I could see. Like Iwas missing something important, some part of a puzzle and that without it the picture couldn't be completed. And it felt like it needed to be, like it needed to be finished, it seemed important.

I had to find out what it was doing. I needed to know what it was, and why it was here, and why it had stayed.

"Wh-what are you?"