Author's Note: Okay, before you start reading this, I just have to say, I did not expect the story to go this way. It just kinda happened. But at the same time, I actually prefer this direction to what I had originally planned. I hope you all like it too. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 4
It was only twenty minutes and several groping attempts from Kate later that two more blondes showed up at the scene, introduced themselves as Irina and Tanya, and attempted to handle the situation. But honestly, judging from what Bella saw, they didn't seem to be doing a very good job with even containing Kate's flailing limbs.
"Kate? Kate? Damn it, Kate, how much did you drink?" Irina huffed with annoyance as she slapped her sister in the leg.
"Oh, stop being such a lil' bitch," Kate mumbled as she tried to stand up, only for Tanya to hold her down. "I didn't even drink that much. I mean, I just had, like…" Kate's brow furrowed with confusion, and she attempted to count the number of drinks she had on her fingers. When that didn't work, she turned to Bella, reaching out to her as she asked, "What number did I have again, my sexy vixen?"
Bella rolled her eyes and shook off Kate's attempt at grabbing her. "She only had five drinks or so. I swear." The last she added with the blonde who had introduced herself as Irina turned to glare at her. "If I had known she was such a lightweight, I would have cut her off at two."
"But then I wouldn't have had an excuse to feel you up," Kate all but whined. "And I'm not a lightweight! Your sexiness just...it just got me drunker than usual. Yeah, that's it. If you had been a little less sexy, I wouldn't have gotten so drunk. So it's your fault."
Instead of replying to Kate's drunken ramble, Bella turned to the two sober sisters. "You can't tell me anything is my fault, and there's no way in hell you're going to take this out on me or Mac, right?"
"Of course not. You've already had to deal with her for quite some time already," Tanya hastily assured the brunette.
"Hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" Kate protested as Tanya and Irina each slipped an arm under Kate's and helped the third sister to her feet.
"Shut up. This isn't the way to win her over, you fool," Irina hissed at her lowest volume, a volume Bella could still hear her at. Bella arched an eyebrow, but decided it was better not to comment on any of it. Either Bella was just that good in bed to Kate, or they had decided the only way to get Bella on their side was through sex. It didn't matter to her, however, because she didn't trust any of them for a single, fucking second.
"Just get her out of the bar," Bella said with a sigh as she rubbed her temples. "I don't want any other headaches today."
Irina shot her a dirty look at that, but Bella didn't care. It wasn't like they could fire her––well, not without seriously pissing Mac off, at least. Besides, Bella was the one who had a right to be pissed. A gorgeous blonde was either using her for sex or as an extra way to get onto Mac's good side; and on top of that, Bella still felt an incredibly powerful urge to give in and fuck her. If Kate hadn't turned out to be so drunk, Bella was pretty sure she would have already given in and at least had sex with her once more Probably right on the bar again like an idiot.
Seriously, the sooner business was taken care of, the better. While Bella wasn't hopeful enough to think they'd abandon the bar once their plan either worked or failed, she could still hope that they'd at least take a less active role so that she didn't have to keep meeting any of them.
"Come on, Kate. Let's go," Irina said, taking hold of one arm while Tanya took the other. Both pulled an unwilling Kate to her feet, and Kate made it very clear just how unwilling to leave she was.
"No! I'm not going anywhere unless my sexy fox is coming with me," Kate declared, very loudly and to everyone's irritation. She started reaching for the brunette, but Bella only took a step away, and Kate nearly fell over when she tried to grab Bella and miss. "Not fair, using illusions and all that shit! Stop playing your foxy tricks, will you? I'm just helping you claim what's yours, is all."
Bella felt something in her stomach clench when she heard the words claim what's yours but managed to maintain her composure. "I'm not using any tricks, you're just drunk out of your fucking skull," Bella muttered, dodging another grabbing attempt by Kate, who was thankfully also hindered by the two sisters trying to control her. "Seriously, just get her out of here. And can you make sure she won't come back?"
Irina now outright glared. "You do know who you're talking to, right?"
Ah, great. Just what Bella needed, a protective sister. Bella took a step closer, allowing Kate to grab her by the waist and rub against her, just so she could get her point across to the other blonde. "Hell yeah I do, and I don't care. This one," and she punctuated her words by pointing to the distracting drunk vampire in question, "Has caused me nothing but trouble since the moment she arrived."
"From what I heard, you quite enjoyed her trouble when you first met," Irina said, almost in challenge.
"Yeah, I did. But that's the thing; all your sister is good for is a fuck." Bella knew she was going to far, but she didn't care. She was pissed, she had what felt like an axe trying to break into her skull, and she hated the strange feelings and urges a single blonde vampire could make her feel. She'd rather be fired and end up on the streets again then have to deal with Kate so much as two nights a week.
Irina actually pulled back a hand to slap the brunette, but Tanya quickly caught it. Sadly, she now struggled with having to restrain two sisters, one of which she was still trying to peel off of Bella, and she was clearly having trouble juggling the two.
"I'm not a good fuck," Kate said, blissfully unaware of just how much Bella had pissed off her sister. "I'm a fucking amazing fuck. I was born just for you, after...no." Kate's brow creased in drunken confusion. "No, I wasn't born just for you. You were born just for me." Kate then brightened as she came to the conclusion. "This short drink of sexy is all mine."
"I'm not short," Bella growled, glaring down at Kate. "And––" Bella jumped in surprise as Kate suddenly grabbed her ass, and that was all Bella needed to be pushed over an edge. An edge that Bella didn't even know existed, as she felt like she had already been pushed over the edge at least three different times tonight. "Enough," Bella snarled, grabbing Kate by the wrists and glowering at her. "Let go, now."
Kate stared, wide eyed and startled, but also clearly turned on, if the sudden increase of arousal in the air was any clue. Bella had to grit her teeth and reign in her instincts, but she did it. And Kate, wisely, let go. Thank whatever God who was listening, because even Bella wasn't sure what she was going to do if Kate continued. And in front of her sisters, no less.
Tanya managed to wrangle in Kate, but in the process, let go of Irina. A moment later, Irina had Bella slammed against a wall, both hands fisted in her shirt collar, holding the brunette a good foot above the ground.
"Don't you ever talk to my sister like that again. Do you understand me?" Irina demanded, her eyes black with fury.
"Then don't let me lay my eyes on her again. You don't know what I'm capable of," Bella shot back, her words fueled by her rage. And honestly, if Bella were to admit it, she didn't know what Bella herself was capable of doing either.
"Irina, what do you think you're going? Don't mishan...uh, mishal...don't handle her! She's mine, and I'm keeping her," Kate said, now clinging with arms and a leg to Tanya.
"Like hell you are," Irina and Bella snapped, both at the same time. Then, pissed that they had said the same thing, they went back to glaring at each other. Bella grabbed Irina by the wrists, all too ready to use some fire on her as a means of persuasion.
Tanya, however, beat her to it. "Irina, let her go. Now. We're leaving."
"But––" Irina started, even as she loosened her grip. "We can't really let her get away with this."
"We'll discuss Isabella later. But for now, you will let her go," Tanya replied, her tone steely, and Bella was dropped, landing gracefully on her feet. Irina turned away with a twirl, and strode back to her sisters. Together, they got a protesting and struggling Kate to the door, and soon out of the bar.
The entire time, Bella couldn't take her eyes off of Kate. And once Kate was out the door...god, what did Bella even feel? Fury, for sure, but that was only because she was angry at the other emotions she was feeling. Emotions she refused to consider, even though her body was trembling with the need to follow Kate out the door and drag her back through it, drunk or no.
Claim what's yours. Kate's words echoed in Bella's head, in Kate's voice; and it only served to further wreck Bella's control. Her entire body was all but shaking with her need to do...something. Something to Kate. Maybe something to Irina too, but that something was a completely different something and pushed Bella more towards violence then to whatever she might or might not crave to do to Kate.
This was insane. Bella hadn't been so out of control since she was a kit. To have to work so hard to not fox out in public, it almost made her want to laugh at herself. To laugh, and laugh, and laugh; her lack of control was so laughably disgusting.
Claim. Hell no. Bella wouldn't claim anything, no matter what kind of ideas Kate was trying to put in her head. Sex was one thing. Dominant sex was a somewhat different thing. However, claiming something or someone was in a completely different realm of things.
One thing was for certain, however. Bella would be seeing Kate again, whether the fox had to hunt down the vampire or not.
Fuck! She did not just think that. She didn't. Why would she want to see that pain in the ass again? Was the sex really that good?
Good, no. Unnaturally fantastic, hell yes. And Bella had only gotten a taste…there was so much to explore...
Damn it! She needed a distraction, and she needed it now.
Without much thought, Bella turned away from the bar's front door––yes, she had been staring after Kate like a weirdo, even though the woman was long gone––and headed for the bar counter. She was so intent on getting out of her strange mentality, that she didn't even notice that she all but knocked a guy over, she had run into him so hard.
She hopped over the bar in one fluid, near inhuman movement that, had any supernatural witnessed the move, it would be clear as day that Bella was slipping and proving that she might not be human.
And, what do you know, a supernatural witnessed it. He witnessed the move, the unnatural glitter in Bella's eyes, and the uncontrollable emotions rolling off her. He knew just how close she was to losing it.
Bella reached under the counter for her phone.
A good, responsible supernatural being would report Bella. He would turn her into the town's council so she could be examined and tested. To see if she would be a danger to the supernatural secret if she were to be released into the public eye.
Distraction. Distraction. Bella needed a damn distraction. But who would she call? Mac was busy, he was definitely busy. But there was no one else. No one else for Bella to trust. Hell, no other number in Bella's phone besides Mac's, the bar's, and only three numbers of the local takeout joints. Because Bella was alone. Because she couldn't, wouldn't, trust anyone. That's how things have to be.
Yes. Any upstanding supernatural would report Bella immediately. She was just so close to losing control, and if she's reported, then the supernatural reporting it would also get rewarded for doing his duty. It really was the right thing to do.
So it was a good thing that Jacob Black was very, very wrong.
A hand grabbed Bella's wrist, and the kitsune looked up, surprised and startled, into dangerous, dark eyes.
"Jacob," Bella said, all of her emotional turmoil put to a halt. Or, more accurately, frozen into numbness. "You...what are you doing here?"
He was exactly as Bella had remembered, although completely different. He was wearing a leather jacket with nothing on underneath, displaying his admirable six pack, his jeans were faded and ripped, and his black boots were shiny but worn. He was still unquestionably handsome, although he looked a bit older, and he felt even more dangerous than ever before. Bella knew, without a doubt, that if he had come to the bar on any mode of transportation, it would have been his motorcycle. That was just how Jacob rolled. Another thing she knew about Jacob; he never just happened to be somewhere. He always had a reason, for every single thing he did.
"I just happened to be in the neighborhood," Jacob said with a predatory grin. Not that he was going to prey on Bella, that would just be stupid. However, being a predator was in Jacob's nature, and he couldn't hide it.
He was a predator, through and through. And so was Bella. If only she'd just remember. If only she would just stop trying to be such a docile little kit, she would realize that.
"Jacob," Bella repeated. "I mean it. What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you, Bells," Jacob replied with a hint of charm, leaning on the bar with his elbows, never letting go of Bella's wrist. Jacob had quite a few inches on Bella, and leaning forward, their faces were only inches apart. "Things haven't been the same since you're gone. And if the last ten minutes hadn't been much of a hint, it looks like things haven't been going too well for you either."
"You just came at a bad time," Bella snapped, trying to jerk her arm away. However, Jacob didn't let go, and he was stronger than her.
"Did I? Did I really?" Jacob asked, pulling her closer, so they were now only separated by the width of the bar. "Or have you simply realized that your perfect, fairytale life is crumbling down around you?"
He could see the truth in her eyes. He could see just how much Bella was struggling, although it was all emotional. Emotional turmoil, emotional pain…
His Bella had become so soft, so weak. But he knew just how to fix that; he only needed to remind her of the old Bella first.
"What do you want, Jake?" Bella demanded frostily, giving him the perfect opening.
"I want you, Bells. I want you to come back to us," Jacob said, staring earnestly into Bella's eyes. "Things just haven't been the same since you left. Don't you miss any of it? The gang, the freedom, the excitement...knowing what you were doing was wrong. But doing it anyways because it was beyond fun, and you knew you could get away with it?"
Already, he could see Bella wavering. Something had happened tonight, something big. Something big enough to put cracks in Bella's usually impenetrable walls that she always hid behind.
Jacob really couldn't have come at a better time. Just one more push, and Bella would come back to them. Come back to him.
"Bella, your place has always been with us. Always." He slid his hand down her wrist to take her hand, and grabbed her free hand with his other. "We need you, Bells. And you need us. If you can just come with me, we can live again, really live. Just like you remember it. C'mon, what do you say?"
"Jake…" Bella started, a little unsurely. But he could see the desire in her eyes, the need to let loose.
"One night," he said. "Just come hang out with us again for one night. You can even do it on your next day off." One night was all it would take, after all. Once she got a taste of her old life, she would never want to leave again. "So, are you in?"
He sat back in a stool without even looking at it. After all, he wasn't about to turn his gaze from Bella's. This was a life changing, gang changing moment here.
So he sat back, and he gave her the space she needed.
Then he waited for her to say yes.