When I woke up it was something like four in the morning. Quite late for me since I went to sleep at ten o'clock. I quietly went downstairs. Jacob was lying on the couch, his long feet sticking out. I wanted to put a blanket over him, but then I remembered that he didn't need one.

I went outside. The chilly mountain breeze hit me hard. Shivering I looked outside. Silence. The sky was bright blue with thousand, millions of stars on it. I could see the shapes of tall dark pine trees outlined on it.

"So you're awake," I heard Jacob's playful voice behind me. He was leaning by the doorframe, yawning.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked not moving.

"Nah," he shook his head.

"Is there any need to ask what happened?" I looked at him.

"Nessie, I'm sorry you had to see that. Please excuse Leah…" he trailed off. "She's just," she paused looking for the right word and in some way I knew he wouldn't find it. "Leah."

He looked out into the forest. He always was this way when he ever talked about her: thoughtful and confused and now even more.

"I understand," I came up to him. Placing a hand on his cheek, I pulled his face closer to mine and claimed his lips. At first he was hesitant, but then his arms were wrapped around my waist like iron chains. My hand was tangled up in his thick long locks. It seemed like ages since we had last been like this. It felt strange. I kissed and I kissed, not being satisfied with myself. As if I owed him more; much more.

He paused; gasping. I hugged him.

"I want to hunt," I whispered in his ear.

Letting me down from his grasp, he nodded. A second later he had already turned into a wolf. I myself crouched I prepared to launched into the woods. Sunrise found me feeding off a wild animal, although I did not know who was wilder. Me or the bear?

Later that day we went to the big house. Wedding preparations. Alice was bouncing all around the living room with a tailor measure around her body. She wasn't very happy when she saw us. She narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.

"You shower," she looked at me.

I went upstairs to bathroom. When I got out my favorite pair of jeans was waiting for me on the bed and a new purple shirt dress. Alice. I smiled. I had to quickly dry my hair. Of course, I needn't to set it or anything. My auburn curls started to delicately outline. I wavered a little when I saw the make up on the vanity. Perhaps a little more color wouldn't hurt…My hands were heading for the powder box, when the door banged open. My fingertips slid and the box fell on the light pink rug.

"I knew you would want this!" Alice jovially stepped in.

She came next to me, picked up the box, gathered all her make-up and devilishly grinned at me.

"May I?" she asked.

"You really do like rhetorical questions," I rolled my eyes. Her eyes sparkled; clearly she wanted me to ask her. "Do your worst."

"Gladly," she looked for the blush. I could fell the brush softly going up and down my cheeks. "I am going to take your measurements for the dress after this," she continued applying make-up narrowing her eyes from time to time.

"Did you take Jacob's?" I asked.

"I didn't get the chance to," she said. "He left after you went upstairs."

"He left or did you shoo him away?" I asked.

"Would you like rose pink or plum?" she asked showing me to lip glosses, her smile never altering.

"Pink. Come on, Alice," I said. "Not you too."

"The situation is quite difficult," she sighed as I puckered my lips for her. "And you, young lady, are not making it any easier."

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't think I don't know what you had done to your parents. And what I see," she shook her head. "Not pretty at all. Not wise at all."

"What do you see?" I anxiously asked. I really, really wanted not to upset my father and therefore my mother.

"I see you moving in with Jacob," Alice continued.

"You know how awkward it gets when someone listens to your thoughts all the time," I said.

"I know," she paused. "But Edward is a gentleman. He never would have said anything, whatever it was that you thought."

"I'm not…ready. To go back. Not, yet."

"Do you want to come and stay here?" she asked me.

Now that was a thought. "Maybe, I'll think about it."

She paused, with eyes wide open, then shrugging. "Not going to happen."

"I'm going to also take Esme and Rosalie's measurements."

"No Bella, huh?" I asked.

Her brow furrowed. "No, not yet. But they'll come round, eventually."

We returned downstairs. Everybody in the house was in the living room. Jasper was standing on the sofa. Rosalie, next to him, was looking over some magazines. Emmet was talking with Esme while she watered the flowers by the window.

"Alright, everyone!" Alice clapped her hands. "Our future bride is here."

They all turned and smiled at me.

"Future bride who still hasn't chosen her bride's dress," Rosalie pointed out.

Sighing, I got up on the chair Alice prepared for me. She then started running around me, taking measurement, writing them down on a piece of paper. She was very fast, faster than me anyway.

"Rose…" she showed her the empty chair when I go off.

"Aha…aha…" she said. "Ninety- Sixty- Ninety."

"Wow, just like last year," Emmet said from where he was standing.

Alice glared at him.

"Emmett," Esme elbowed him. "Don't spoil the moment." She then came next to me on the couch and looked over my shoulder. "Found anything, yet?" she asked me.

"I don't know…" there were so many dresses.

"Did you get a chance to look over the magazines from London and France that I got?" Alice asked me as she nudged and pinched.

"Not yet," oh boy, more and more magazines. It was so hard just to pick a dress.

"And then we'll have to look for shoes, and jewelry and lingerie!" Alice squealed with excitement.

"Alice, you're terrifying the poor girl," Jasper said.

She didn't reply. Instead she reached out for her mobile phone. It didn't even ring, but I knew better.

"Hello," she answered. "Yes, this is Alice Cullen. They're in? Yes. Thank you very much," she snapped her phone shut. "The wedding invitations are done!"

I gulped.

"Wonderful," Rosalie said from her chair.

"Too bad I can't go for them right now," Alice looked disappointed.

"I'll go," I said. Everybody in the room stared at me.

"That would be really nice, but I'm afraid everyone's busy," Alice continued. What is wrong with these…vampires? Why can't they just get a grip? I can fend for myself. I want to fend for myself.

"I'll just call Jacob," I got up. "He'll be excited about it."

I went to the foyer, put on my boots and grabbed my bag. They all followed me there.

"Are you sure?" Esme asked me.

I nodded.

"Oh, c'mon give her a break. She's twenty years old for crying out loud," Emmett said.

I gratefully smiled. At him.

"You call that wolf and grab those invitations," he gave me a high-five that could have pushed me five feet under the ground.

When I got out, I ran. I was glad it was all over with, but the absence of Bella and Edward troubled me. I was unhappy because of it. Surely Alice and the others will try and reason with them. I unfortunately wasn't strong enough to. I was very careful in avoiding the area of the cottage. In no time I was already back at the cabin. Jacob was nowhere in sight. I leaned against Jacob's shinny black car. How I hoped to ride all the way to Port Angeles. I played with the keys in my hand. I wouldn't dare leave without their permission. What a coward I was…I sighed.

"That's a really nice ride you got there," a voice had startled me. I dropped the keys on the pebbles. I recognized the voice.

Beau Clearwater. He was carelessly staring at me from up a tree branch. No normal person could get there.

"How long have you been there?" I asked him.

"Ten minutes or so," he looked at his watch. "Things got boring down at the reservation. I decided to take walk until down here," he continued.

There was at least half an hour by care to get to the reservation. It must have taken him over an hour to get here.

"Jacob's at the reservation," I said.

"I know," he jumped off the tree and on the backseat of the Jeep. My heart stood still for a moment as the car rocked back and forth from the impact.

"Really, really, nice ride," he ran a finger over it. "A 2007 Jeep Wrangler Rubicon."

I had no idea what that mean. "Whatever," I shrugged. He kept admiring it while the wickedest idea came into my head.

"Hey," I charmingly smiled.

"Yes?" he raised an eyebrow at me, so annoying, yet so appealing.

"Wouldn't you like to take it for a ride?" I asked him.

"Would I ever," he longingly looked at it.

"I was planning on going to Port Angeles anyway," I trailed off. "So if you would like to come…" I looked in a different direction trying to act careless.

"What now? Are you aloud to go there without supervision?" he asked.

I frowned. "Of course. Since you don't want to come…" I opened the door from the driver's seat and hopped in.

"Oh, but I do," he came up to me and casually leaned against the hood. "Is there any room left for me," his face came closer to mine. Ah…the scent of burning wood filled the air and I could no longer concentrate. "You didn't say the magic word," I battered my eyelashes.

He leaned even closer. "Please?" I felt his hot breath brush against my skin.

Not loosing myself, I playfully dangled the keys. He reached out for them, but I pulled away. "Ha, ha," I gingerly laughed; the sound vibrating through the forest.

He gave me a sly wolfish grin. I dangled them again. It all but happened too fast. The next moment I found myself airborne pushed against the front seat. My back felt the coolness of the leather dressing the chairs. And on top of me: Beau Clearwater. The keys instantaneously dropped from my hand. I felt his carved muscles, the hotness of his body and the scent…an intoxicating spicy scent like burning cinnamon. It felt so…appetizing that I could have sunk my fangs into his neck on the spot. He looked down at me; smirk in place. I dreamingly watched him dangle the keys in front of me.

"Get off," I sternly said.

"A, a, you didn't say the magic words."

"Get the hell off me before I bite your head off," I said in an irritated tone.

Shrugging, he finally retreated to the driver's seat. Smoothing down my shirt I felt how he started the engine.

"Where to?"

"Port Angles," I said. I was sure as hell crazy.

As soon as the car hit the road a wave of adrenaline shot through my whole body. And it sure wasn't because of the speed.

"Could you please slow down," I said

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"It's not right," I said keeping my eyes on the road. Everything around us melted into incandescent lights. It was getting close to sunset. I could only see that car and us.

"Since when is something right in our little world?" he smirked at me. The sun bothered him so he looked for a pair of sunglasses. They looked really good on him: a pair of Ray Ban dark glasses.

"True," I said. "But let's try to comply to the normal world's rules from time to time."

"There is no normal world," he looked at me above the glasses' frame. "And besides," he tuned his eyes to the road. "Rules are made to be broken. But you wouldn't know that, would you?"

"I can be a rule breaker from time to time," I said.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that."

"I myself am a broken rule," I sweetly smiled.

"Huh?" he asked me.

"Well…it's not exactly right or moral for that matter for a vampire to impregnate a human, thusly resulted the demon spawn," I continued. "Me," I battered my eyelashes.

"Hm…" was all he said.

I turned my attention to the nonexistent window. The wind played in my curls. It was all so very pleasant. There was a delicious smell of pine tree buds. We didn't speak to each other the rest of out journey until late when we arrived in Port Angeles.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Gibb's Wedding Parlor," I replied and handed him the address written on a piece of paper.

"Why are we going here?" he asked.

"The wedding invitations came in. We're picking them up," I answered.

"Oh…" he said. My brows furrowed for a second. I did not know why I hesitated in telling him and why I didn't want to. I felt it was useless to try hiding it, but still, it felt awkward.

I shook it off when I saw him approaching the small shop.

"Hey, I'll wait in the car," he said.

I nodded and went inside. The guy there asked me to sign some papers before he handed me the invitations. I didn't look at them. I just threw them inside my bag. I just wanted to get out of there. Beau was leaning by the care smoking a cigarette. I took my time and studied him. He was wearing a white tank undershirt and a black leather jacket. He looked…handsome, extremely manly. Of course, I wasn't the only who had noticed. Two girls with linked arms giggled as they passed by him. He just lowered his sunglasses and looked after them.

"Hey, Romeo!" I called. He looked back at me. "Let's go home."

"What can I say, the ladies like me," he shrugged. I wrinkled my nose. "Don't be jealous. You got your very on Romeo."

"I'm not jealous. I mean, c'mon…" I rolled my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous."

We got back in the car. I heard his stomach growl.

"Hungry, aren't we?" I asked.

"I'm a full grown wolf. I need to be fed."

My eyes flickered at the watch around my wrist. "I know a place. We can go there. Want to?"

"Just lead the way," he said starting the engine again.


Okay so...I think the story is heading in the direction I want, I just don't want to make things forced. So I won't be uploading for a week because of the holiday. I hope to come back in force.