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-Bellisimo Anjo

Jacob'spoint of view

"I love seeing your face when I wake up."

"I love seeing you sleep."

My prince kisses me. Sweetly at first, then getting deep and passionate. I suddenly roll on top of him without thinking about it. He laughs and rolls back on top. "What do you think you're doing, mister?"

"Can we fool around?" I give him the cutest puppy dog face that I can manage and kiss the corner of his mouth lightly. "Please?"

"No. I haven't fed in a couple of weeks. I don't want to take any chances. My brothers and father and I are going hunting later today."

"No!" I look at him sadly. I hate when I have to spend time away from him. I feel like he won't come back.

"Yes. Then tomorrow we can fool around. I promise."

"Okay. Can we at least make out?" I ask hopefully.

He looks at me then takes off his shirt and answers me with a passionate kiss. I grab at his back as his tongue embraces mine. I slide my hands to his chest and appreciate his molded form. I lay my hand over where his heart is supposed to be. I do this a lot. And his reaction this time is no different than any other time. He stops breathing and stays perfectly still. There's no beating heart. At first this unnerved me, but eventually I started to like it. I kiss the spot and put my forehead to it. He takes a big breath and lies down next to me, playing with my long hair. I lay my head on his chest and put my arms around his waist. He holds me under my arms and I look up at his face. He's looking straight up.

"I can't read minds like you."

"Good."

"You're not a monster."
"Maybe not. But I am a killer."

"Who isn't?"

"Um… you."

"Hey, I've killed my share of rats in this place." I chuckle. He just laughs and looks at me. Suddenly he gets up.

"I've gotta go. We're about to leave." He gives me a long, hard kiss. We french and he moans and pushes me into the bed with his body, suddenly over me. I reach for his pants, my lips never leaving his. He closes his eyes, and I close mine. I pull out his cock and start unzipping my pants. He starts to hump me before I even get my pants off. He does it for me, so fast I hardly realize what's happening. He turns me around and holds my waist in one arm; both of my hands in his other hand. He starts out gentle, as always, but doesn't stay gentle as usual. He quickly goes faster and harder. His breathing quickly becomes sparse, until he stops breathing altogether. He's going faster and harder than he ever allowed himself to go. He goes harder and faster until it starts to hurt. And he still goes harder and harder, faster and faster. He's still not breathing. I, on the other hand, can barely catch a breath. And I need to breathe. I grab at the sheets on my too small bed, clenching my teeth. I start to bite my lip, grunting and moaning with pleasure. He lets go of my wrists and offers his finger to bite on so my lip doesn't start bleeding. He's still going faster and harder. His dick almost in my ass up to balls length. Suddenly he stops and backs off to the other side of the room. I want to turn and look at him, but I can't move. Even though it was only a couple of minutes, my body feels like it was hours.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." I say into the pillow. I'm breathing hard, hoping there's more, knowing there's not.

"Neither could I. you almost made your lip bleed. You've gotta be more careful, love."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was doing it."

"I know." He's suddenly turning me around and kissing me. I realize for the first time that he'd taken his pants off; most likely at the same time he took off mine. I hold him. "I've gotta go, now. I'll see you tonight, okay, my love?"

"Okay."

BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW

~the next day~

I wanted him. There was no way around it. He wasn't human. That was obvious. But I didn't care. He could be a vampire for all I cared. But I wanted him. Not just his body, but his soul. I wanted to know the deepest recesses of his heart. I wanted to know the darkest part of his soul, and the part of his mind he didn't show to anyone. I'd find out what he and his family were. Then I would confront him. Then I would make him mine. I didn't know where this was coming from. I was never the type of girl to go so desperately after something. I never thought about how to get that boy I had a crush on. If he didn't like me, or he was already taken, I'd leave it. If he wouldn't go after me, he wasn't worth it. But not this time. If he didn't like me, I'd make him. If he had a girlfriend, I'd kill her. Literally, I felt. What if he has a boyfriend? Unlikely, but you never know. He didn't have a particularly gayness about him. He wasn't over-effeminate but not all gay guys are. Why am I even thinking about this? He's not gay. Bisexual, maybe. I'd tried with a few bi girls in Phoenix. It was fun for a little bit, until I grew out of the phase. All we'd ever done is make out, nothing serious. So I hadn't been too worried. It wasn't like I had a reputation, anyway. I wonder if Edward has a reputation. The thought consumed my mind as I once again started to plot my taking of him. I fell asleep thinking of his arms around me, his lips on my head, feeling his hard cock against my lower back. The thoughts were so real they carried over to my dreams. And the dreams were so real I woke up the next morning smiling as if it had all happened. I smiled even more at the thought of seeing him at school. But I didn't see him. Not for the next week. This was bullshit. I would never make him mine like this.

~a week later~

That afternoon Billy and Jacob came over for the first time since I had moved here. I hadn't seen Jacob in a long time, so things were a bit awkward between us.

"Um…hey. Long time, no see." He was looking down and his voice was tentative and timid.

"Yeah…long time, no see." I looked around. When he had come over to give me the truck I was sleeping; tired from my flight over. "Thanks for the truck. I love it."

"Yeah, it's a good car. I totally rebuilt the engine for you."

"Thanks. So you like cars?" instant conversation starter.

"Hell yeah, I'm a total autophile."

"Since you rebuilt an engine you must be good."

"Not really, rebuilding engines is easy. All you have to do is take the engine out, disassemble it, remember exactly how every part fits into the other, get new ones, make sure you put it back together exactly right, make sure all the parts fit, make sure it fits into the spot with the rest of your car, and put it back in, then test run it, and if it doesn't work, do it all over again with different parts until it does."

"You lied to me."

"Huh?"
"You said it was easy to rebuild a car engine." We laughed. He was two years younger, but it seemed like we would get along.

"It is! Just…not to you." We were chuckling and already drenched. For the first time, I didn't notice the rain. We would get along just fine.

"Hey, let's go inside before we get sick or something."

"Yeah... That's probably a good idea." We went upstairs and into my bedroom. "There's a lot of purple in here."

"Yeah, Charlie thought it was a good color for me. I don't mind it. Too much." He chuckled.

"Hey, I'mma get some soda and pizza, want some?"

"Yeah, ask me in my own house if I want anything." I was mocking him, but playfully. He thought I was seriously mad, and looked down, blushing.

"Oh, um… I mean…"

I burst out laughing, "I'm joking, yeah. Get whatever you want, I don't care. I'm pretty sure Charlie doesn't, either." He sighed in relief and chuckled. He went downstairs. Though I liked him, there was something about him. Something I couldn't explain. Something that made me hate him to my soul. It unnerved me. I chalked it up to being in this desolate, miserable place, and not being able to get the man I loved. A few minutes later he came back up with two plates and soda cans. I stood and took one of each from him. At that moment, his cell phone rang. He looked stricken.

"Um…can you hold on? This is my…er… boyfriend." He looked down and blushed. I suddenly realized he was gay. It wasn't very apparent. Another example that Edward could be gay. You didn't know Jacob was until he practically slapped you in the face with it. I talked to myself all the time. When I was younger I thought it made me crazy. But I realized that it's just how I communicate best with myself.

"…yeah. Well I gotta go; I'm at my friend's house. Yeah, her name is Bella. Okay. I love you, too. Bye, Edward, have fun on your…er…trip."

"Edward?" my mind started reeling. But before I started hyperventilating I had better see if what I'm hearing is true. "Edward Cullen?"

"Um…yeah. He's my b-boyfriend." His stutter made me realize he wasn't lying, or joking. He was serious. That deep, undying hate I had felt for him before came rising to the surface like a swimmer gasping for air. The look on my face must have said murder. That's sure what I felt. I didn't approve of this at ALL. Edward was my man. And he was gay. I'll just have to change that. And as for what I thought was someone I could get used to, it was this feather-wearing, flower-praising, bear-eating hippie-wanna-be and he thought he could get away with dating the man I was in love with? Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Get out of my house." I said with absolutely no emotion other than pure, unadulterated hatred.

"Look, I'm not gay. I don't know, I just sort of…fell for him. I won't mention it around you, if you're uncomfortable with it."

"You're damn right I'm uncomfortable with it. First of all, stay the fuck away from Edward Cullen." Nothing but rage filled my voice. "And second of all, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE! NOW!" This last sentence was screamed so loud Charlie came bounding up the stairs like Santa down a chimney.

"What's going on here?" he looked threateningly at Jacob and Jacob seemed to shrink into himself.

"I don't…Bella doesn't like gay people, I guess."

"You're gay?"

"Yeah…um…I should go." He caught my glare again. "Maybe I'll come back when she's not here."

"Maybe you'll die a horrible death! Maybe I'll help with that!" I screamed. I had no clue where this was coming from. He ran from the house, past his father, past the car outside.

"Son, wait for me." Billy said in a calm, low voice. He did. But he was shaking and obviously anxious. When Billy got in the passenger seat, Jacob threw himself into the driver's seat after putting the wheelchair in the bed. After they drove down the street Charlie turned to me.

"What was that about, Bells?" he looked at me expectantly.

"It's not because he's gay. It's who he's gay for."

"What, do you like the boy? If he's gay you've got no chance, so shouldn't you be happy for your friend?"

"Don't give me that bull, Dad. I love Edward and he's sitting there kissing him like its goddamned valentine's day!"

"Wait, Edward Cullen? Does his father know he's gay?"

"He's not gay! And if he is, he won't be much longer!" I slammed my way up the stairs and into my bedroom, blaring Blue October's Black Orchid. Paul had given their CD to me for my last birthday, and actually had gotten really into the band. I had gotten Argue With A Tree, Foiled For The Last Time, Approaching Normal, and The Answers on my own. And had to get to a CD store for Foiled, Calling You, Foiled Again, and History For Sale. The only other rock band I had really gotten into was Linkin Park. I had Meteora, Reanimation, Minutes To Midnight, Road To Revolution, and New Divide. I turned off Black Orchid and started playing X-Ecutioner style. I blared it until eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up he was there in my room. Edward. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, so I went to turn the light on, and when I looked back he was gone. I knew I was awake, because in my dream he would've still been there. I sighed and looked out my window. It wasn't raining. Yet. It would be soon, I was sure. But it was Sunday. I turned on my ancient computer and decided to go downstairs for breakfast. Charlie and I had agreed that the money that usually went to eating at the diner would now go for groceries. I had gotten pop-tarts, cereal, and some organic stuff that I had tried during one of my mom's eccentric phases where she got rid of all the 'impure' foods in her life. It had only lasted a week, and we'd cheated plenty of times. But there were a few things I actually enjoyed that we'd tried. A few were the veggie lasagna, and mostly Kashi brand foods. When I came upstairs with a bagel and a cup of hot chocolate it was ready. I logged on and ate and drank and brushed my teeth and my hair and put my hair up in a ponytail. I went back in and saw an e-mail from Renee.

Bella,

I know something is wrong. I feel it in my heart. Please call me whenever you get this so I know everything is okay with you and Charlie. I love you, take care of yourself.

That was sent just a half hour after the…incident with Jacob last night. and another one that night.

Bella,

Why haven't you called? Or at least sent me an e-mail or something? I'm starting to get worried about you.

And another.

Isabella Swan,

Call me immediately! I love you!

My mother worried. I slept all afternoon, evening, and night. hatred took a lot out of a person. I went downstairs and picked up the phone just as Charlie was leaving. He stopped and looked at me kind of funny.

"Are you okay or will I have to detain you for the rest of the day?" he said, half joking.

"I'm fine. I'm going to call mom now."

"Okay. Tell her I said hi." And he was gone. I looked at the clock; fifteen minutes until I had to leave. Plenty of time. As I dialed the number and listened to the ringing I started wondering what I should tell her. It answered on the first ring. So much for making a well thought out decision.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, mom. I didn't call or answer your e-mails because I was asleep."

"Oh, Bella, I was worried! What happened?" sometimes I thought my mother had ESP. sometimes she did. At least, with me. Motherly instincts, though I had mostly been the mother growing up. "And don't hold anything back."

"I can't tell you everything." She started to protest. "Not now. I have fifteen minutes until I have to leave for school. But I'll tell you that I got in a fight with my friend over a guy."

"Oh, honey, does she like him, too?"

"Well, I guess you could say that. It's a guy, though. And he's dating him. I hate it. I freaked out at him when he told me. I don't feel bad about it, though. Now he thinks it's because he's gay."

"Oh, well... that's…unorthodox. Tell me all about it when you get home, okay, honey?"

"Yeah. I'mma go so I can get a good parking spot."

~later that day~

"We need to talk." Edward Cullen was standing outside of my window. I got out. I had sworn he was across the parking lot just seconds ago…

"What?" I was mad at him. I didn't know why. And irrational anger was not like me at all. But I was pissed. Livid.

"Jacob." That explained everything. We walked out past the school and into the woods. It was time to confront him. now all I had to do was find out what he was…

NOTE: sorry I haven't posted in so long, I've been extremely busy. I'm back, though. And I own nothing. I use parts from the book, and the movie, and I use real brand names and band names, but I own none of them, and am NOT part of any of the franchises. This is all purely fan based. Please RR. Thank you!^_^

-Bellisimo Anjo