The Twilight Walker

Disclaimer: You already know it.

AN: Based on your comments, this will eventually be a Jesse/Bella/Alice trinity. For now, it's going to mostly be Jesse/Bella. The Cullen's aren't going to be coming back into the picture for a little bit yet.

Ch. 4: Blood Moon

BPOV

The past two months went by in the blink of an eye. School was going well; most of the kids were just too intimidated to talk to me. Classes were out for Thanksgiving Weekend, but I needed to get a jump on my Lit paper. Renee and Mercy talked on the phone about four times a week, partly about me but mostly about the whole Walker thing. My cousin and I have been working on the basics of our powers, you know; seeing and speaking with ghosts, laying them to rest and most importantly, controlling them. Out of everything, Jesse was the best part.

The blonde human had been my girlfriend only for the past month, but our relationship was going strong. After I'd woke up from that sex dream and I realized the truth about myself, Jesse never made a move to get with me. She'd left the choice up to me. I wasn't certain if I could even think about having a relationship while I still mourned over my love for Alice. Even then, the other girl was never far from my side. I marveled at the feel of her skin and the electricity that sparked whenever she accidently brushed against me, or held my hand as we walked down the halls at school, or as we cuddled in my bed at night.

The morning after the dream, Jesse had gone out and got a whole new wardrobe. She said she wanted to update her look, which was Punk. Her new clothes were more stylish but still held that Punk edge. I never failed to notice how her silky her legs looked when she strutted through the school in her mini skirts and high heeled ankle boots. The girl definitely knew how to rock her body which gained her the admiration of all the boys. When the third dumb jock hit on her, I saw red. I shoved the bastard out of my way, slammed Jesse's back into a locker and then kissed her passionate. If that hadn't been enough to get others to back off my girl, then the large hickey I left on left side of her neck left no doubt who she belonged to.

The only shadow that marred our perfect couple status was the fact that I was still as equally in love with Alice as I was with Jesse. I tried to never let her see that. I only thought about my pixie vampire during the few times I was alone. Why can't I just forget about her and move on, I thought bitterly while Jesse was taking a bath. Adam had been really cool about accepting our relationship, with the exception of that hickey. The two of us were still virgins and there had been no plans to change that status just yet. We were both enjoying the build up to that too much at the moment. Even Adam and Mercy knew we wouldn't last much longer.

Mercy had made a big spread for Thanksgiving and I was surprised when Charlie and Grandpa showed up to celebrate with us. Most of the Pack had been there too. Today, I was enjoying some quiet in the house for a change. Mercy and Adam were out on a date so Warren and Kyle had come over to babysit. Whenever I tried to concentrate on my Lit paper, Jess started to nip along my neck which made me moan. My girl was bored, so I suggested that she and Kyle hit up the video store then get some take out for us. Warren chuckled a little as I finished my paper.

The humans had been gone for over an hour and I started to get worried. Warren looked like he felt the same way. Each of us tried to call our lovers but neither answered their cell phones. The werewolf was out the door and I was at his heels. We hopped into his truck to go search for our paramours. The search ended just two and a half miles from home; Kyle's car was smashed up on the side of the road and the door had been ripped off. Fifty feet from the car, we found Jesse and Kyle's mutilated bodies. Both were still alive and some of their wounds had started to heal, a sign that they'd been attacked by a werewolf.

Warren barely controlled his wolf enough to stay human. He managed to call Adam to give him the bad news, and then we gingerly moved our loved ones to the bed of his truck. We moved slowly so that they weren't injured worse. Before I got back into the truck, I looked back into the field we found the bodies in and noticed the blink of red eyes and flash of fur. Painful memories tried to claw their way to the surface but I shook them away.

Several members of the Pack were already at the mansion by the time we got back. Daryl, Arielle – his mate, Ben, Honey and her mate – Peter, and Jo helped us move the injured inside and get them to the silver re-enforced holding rooms downstairs. All the men went back to the attack site in an attempt to pick up the scent of the Rogue that had done it. Me and the other women began cleaning the bodies. An enraged Adam had torn the front door off its hinges when he and Mercy arrived, the rest of the Pack behind them.

The sight of my Jesse, broken and bloody stirred up my past. There was no way I wanted to relive that nightmare. Honey tried to clean some of her wounds and I snapped; nobody touched her but me. Without thinking, I attacked her. In the state I was in, she backhanded me and I flew across the room. The other woman didn't press her advantage because she understood the protective rage I felt. I picked myself up then licked blood from the corner of my mouth and froze. My eyes went wide as my worst fear was confirmed.

All the assembled werewolves and Mercy could smell my fear and anguish. I still wore my jacket; my hand reached into a pocket and pulled out my cell phone. The first call I made was to Charlie, I told him to either go up to Seattle or stay at La Push for a few days. He wanted to know more but I just ordered him to do it then hung up. The second call I made was to a biker bar on the outskirts of Phoenix, I wasn't surprised when I got the automated out of service message. Once that call was ended, my emotions were back under control and I clam, dead calm as I made my final call.

"Hello, Pretty-pretty, I'm afraid Finn isn't here but I'm willing to come out and play," a psychotic baby doll voice said on the other end.

"You're dead, bitch. This time I'll make sure of it myself," I replied in an icy whisper then hung up.

All eyes were still on me as I walked to my injured lover and kissed on the head.

"My life for yours, baby, it's a fair trade. She won't get you," I vowed.