Does Charlie Know?
Co-written by twighlight0909 and Seras Alson
Disclaimer: The characters in the story and all things leading up to this fan fiction do not belong to me. They are proudly owned by Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 4
Oh crap…This is perfect. Wonderful. And the smell… that's nice too. It figures that since I am only fifteen miles from the border Jacob would have to show up, squashing all chances I had at escaping without an ounce of strife. Don't I have better luck then this? The grim smile on Jacob's face indicated no. Of all the places he could have dropped me off at, Charlie had to conveniently place me in the one area I wasn't allowed to go, la push.
I really don't want to fight the stupid wolf boy. I know I could easily defeat him, but then Bella would cry, and war would ensue. And blah blah blah. Still though, that look on his visage is almost screaming for me to punch him. I really should oblige, it seems polite. I smile, thinking of his 'snout' being pushed into his skull. The pug look could work on him. I vaguely notice his lips moving.
"Hello, Cullen, have you gone deaf? I asked you what the hell you think you are doing here." Jacob is trying to sound threatening I gather.
I ignore him, looking around him to see if I can get by. "Cullen!" I really love how no one uses my first name.
"What do you want Black." I say his name with an acidic tongue.
He scowls at me, shaking with a barely contained anger. "You know damn well what I want, you grave nudger."
I almost laugh at his insult. The stupid whelp was really trying to make me angry wasn't he? It probably would have angered a normal person, someone who didn't have almost a century of self taught patience behind them. Besides, if I got myself worked up, chances were I would start breathing heavily and thus have to inhale his putrid scent.
Shrugging, my face filled with indifference. "Well, as far as I know, you are having a temper tantrum because I am on your land. Now a reasonable person would understand that I did not put myself here. However, seeing as how you think like a canine, I doubt you are very rational. So go ahead, whine, and get angry. But I will be off now. Later Black." I try to step past him, but his hand catches the collar of my shirt.
Note to self. Burn this shirt.
"You know the fucking rules blood sucker." Jacob is snarling at me now, his lip curled back over his teeth. The angrier he gets, the more he resembles a dog. I wonder if he is going to start foaming at the mouth.
"Well Jacob, you see, I was confused. I mean, doesn't your kind normally piss all over their territory? I don't smell the ammonia. So I assumed that this land here wasn't yours."
Jacob's mouth salivates a little. I guess he does foam at the mouth…
His fist makes a try at my jaw, however I am just a little quicker then him. I knew his plan for his hand before he made an action to move it. My head was at a safe distance by the time his fingers were curled against his palm and making its way to my face. He growls and I chortle.
"Now now Jacob. Would Bella really approve of this kind of brutality? I meant no harm by being here. And here you go, being very poor host."
Jacob is shaking now, and I can see that he is a hairline away from transforming into a wolf. I look past him, judging the chances of me making it the fifteen miles past him without a fight. They aren't very good.
I watch as Jacob's face elongates his body morphing. It is now, in this exact moment that I have to move. As Jacob sheds his pants I dodge past him, my legs a blur to anyone who does not have a keen sense of sight. I am moving fast, but it isn't long before I hear the jagged breathing of the beast on my trail.
I don't tire easily; in fact it is a very rare occurrence. However after fighting with a large, adolescent werewolf, and running around a good thirty miles or so, I was teetering on the edge of weary. My legs slowed as I hit her block, my mind trying to locate the thoughts of Charlie.
As I neared the front door I mentally went over my appearance. A ripped shirt, torn pants, one missing shoe, and my hair… well my hair is in perfect condition. I knock on the door, my hand trembling a little. I am nervous. This is it; this is the only way to end this whole confusion.
I smell her before she opens the door. Her scent is enough to drive me over the edge. The door opens, and there she stands. Charlie is behind her. His expression is one of shock. However the shock soon gives way to anger.
"Cullen what in the…"
I cut him off as I move down onto one knee. I reach into my jacket pocket, my hand grasping the soft velvet box. Withdrawing the little black cube I show it to the woman I love. I am nervous, sure of myself, but nervous none the less. Bella looks at me, her eyes wide with disbelief, and I am surprised to see happiness. "Charlie, we weren't talking about sex."
Bella opens her mouth to say something but I grab her hand before she can utter a thing. Her hand is soft beneath mine. I can feel her pulse racing underneath my grasp. I smile at her, my eyes locking with her gorgeous brown ones. "Bella, I want to ask you for the pleasure of your hand. Will you marry me? Will you take me as I am and be with me for," The words are hard to say. I know their double meaning. Yet I am sure of myself and my decision. This is the girl that I want to be with forever. Consequences be damned. "Eternity?"
Charlie looks speechless, and Bella, well Bella's expression surprises me most of all.
(A/N: Now ladies and gentlemen. It has been a pleasure writing this story for all of you; however this is the LAST chapter. We will write an epilogue if and only IF we get a lot of reviews. We appreciate the ones we have, after all, all of the loyalty you all have shown us has been amazing, yet we feel that for the epilogue, you have to do just a bit more for us. In truth, we have it written already. Now it is up to all of you. Review Review Review. Thank you all so much.
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