A/N: Okay, first off, this chapter came out way off of where I originally planned. It's rougher, and darker and no where near where it started. I tried to veer off the course it was taking me down several times, but when I did the story would just stop flowing. So I went with it. I promise, I will reveal the UnknownPOV next chapter, so just bear with me! And for my own personal chuckle, I will leave you with the giggle my iTunes gave me while I was working on this earlier, in the scene where Bella is trying to kill the mood, my iTunes not once but twice tried to play Jacob Black by The Mitch Hansen Band (if you haven't heard it, go to YouTube right now. It's one of my favorite CD's ever. It's second only to the Twilight Soundtrack right now) Anyways, if you have heard it, then you should get why it made me giggle uncontrollably when you get to the scene. As always, your reviews are exactly my brand of heroin so please give me my fix, even if only to criticise!

UnknownPOV

I heard the clumsy human steps on the gravel just before the overpowering scent of pooling human blood hit me. It was instantly recognizable as Bella's, and the coherency of my thoughts proved it wasn't from any open wound. Bella was bruised, and judging by the amount of blood I smelled at this distance, it wasn't the result of her normal clumsiness. Someone had hurt her, and I intended to find out who.

BPOV

As I skidded and tripped my way up the drive I was aware of someone's staring at me. I chanced a glance at my window only to see a glare of fury emanating from under the perfect marble brow of the seriously pissed off vampire in my bedroom.

Great, I thought. Just what I need to make my night even longer.

I heaved a sigh and pulled my sweatshirt tighter around my shoulders before reaching for the key and letting myself in the door. Tonight was just not my night.

~Five hours earlier~

"Hide. I'll be back in a couple hours. Be in my room when I get home."

I was already turned towards the front door when the words left my mouth, and I vaguely registered the cold air that chilled me from the backs of my knees all the way up my spine as my intruder disappeared upstairs. I pulled the door open just as Jacob finished his series of impatient knocks, planting a fake smile on my face and adding a bounce to my step. If Jake saw through me, he didn't acknowledge it.

After pulling the door closed behind me, he snaked his left arm around my waist, pulling me roughly against his overheated chest. Just before his lips crashed down on mine I got a whiff of his breath and wrinkled my nose in distaste.

"You've already been drinking, Jake?! Are you serious? Charlie'd kill you if he—" I was silence by the slippery tongue shoved in my mouth. I groaned internally. It was going to be one of those nights. As if to prove my point, I felt a burning hand run up my thigh before tightly gripping the back of my knee and hitching it high over Jacob's strong hip. I winced slightly, being way too short for this position to be comfortable.

Unfortunately Jake seemed to read the jerk of my hips and catch of my breath as my enthusiasm for the current situation and I found myself pressed up against the door, trying in vain to put some distance between my body and his. With a grind of his hips I swallowed his moan before his lips left mine, blazing a burning trail across my cheek and down my throat. I pushed gently at the broad shoulders in front of me as I felt the disgustingly familiar sensation of hot lips and a hotter tongue settle onto my skin as another dark bruise was sucked to the surface just below my collar bone. I shoved him harder.

"Ugh, Jake. That hurt," I snapped harshly. I was successful in breaking him out of his lust filled trance and he took a small step back and swept his eyes hungrily over my body. I pulled me into a gentle hug and I felt his lips on my forehead.

"You look amazing, Bells. You really wanna go tonight? We could go find someplace more private." I could hear the question behind his statement and barely refrained from rolling my eyes.

"And miss Quil out eating the whole pack by himself? Not a chance! Besides, this was your idea. I wanted to stay in with Charlie tonight." I punched him lightly on the shoulder before stepping around him and making my way to the driver's side of his Rabbit. "Gimme your keys, I need to drive tonight."

I smirked slightly as I watched Jake force himself to calm down slightly before tossing the keys in my direction. I, of course, missed them and spent the next few minutes searching for them in the dark while trying to ignore the feel of Jacob's eyes on my backside. This is gonna be a long night.

I eventually picked the keys up and slid behind the wheel. As I turned the key in the ignition o slipped the CD out of my pocket and into the CD player, hitting SHUFFLE then PLAY. I chuckled slightly as Jesse McCartney's Leavin' started playing. I sang along as I pulled onto the street and made my way to the highway.

"I'm leavin', never looking back again…" I heard Jake huff slightly as he slouched in his seat. A few more lines and he roughly hit NEXT on the player. We both bobbed our heads to the familiar opening of Puddle of Mudd's She Hates Me and we both sang along as Jake's warm hand settled high on my thigh, palming it and letting his fingers gently trace patterns along the sensitive inside. By the final verse his hand was more between my legs than on them and was hidden under the denim of my skirt. I felt his fingers insistently prodding at my heated core through lace covering it and I tried to inconspicuously change the mood in the car by moving to the next song.

I had never loved a CD more than I did when the opening lines I was singing earlier blared through the car. There was no doubt in my mind that Jake knew who I was comparing when I listened to this song. With a frustrated growl he pulled his hand from between my legs and reached for the CD player again. I had to rub salt in the wound, I couldn't help it.

"Jake, don't? I like this song." I peeked at him through my eyelashes and watched, pleased, as he slumped against the window, obviously not in the mood to look at me let alone touch me anymore.

Before long we pulled up to the cliff where Sam and Paul were arranging the wood to start the fire. Emily and Seth were unloading the food from the trunk of a car I didn't recognize and Quil and Leah were nowhere to be found. We all pitched in to get the blaze started and the food prepared as he had dozens of times before. I settled in on a blanket, leaning against Jake's shoulder as he grabbed a flask Paul held out and drained it. We all talked happily and began eating as Billy and Sue arrived and then the stories started. We all probably knew the stories as well as Billy did by now, but there was just something about his tellings that gave them so much more meaning than if any of the pack tried.

A wind picked up and I allowed Jake to pull me between his spread legs and leaned back against his warm chest. He settled a thin blanket over me and I sighed, content to wait out the evening before finding out why the Cullens, or at least one of them, had returned to Forks. I definitely had questions, and I planned on getting them answered as soon as I could politely excuse myself from the gathering.

I was much more surprised than I should have been to feel the rough hand on my abdomen, under my sweatshirt and tank top. I shifted uncomfortably as I was pressed back onto the hardness of my werewolf's arousal, but it only seemed to stoke his fire and his hand forced its way to my breast, palming it roughly. I turned towards Jake, whispering harshly over his ragged breathing, "Knock it off. Everyone is right here! What's gotten into you lately?"

I may as well have been talking to a wall for all the good it did me. Jake continued to paw me, roughly pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I let out a squeak of pain that had Embry glancing curiously in our direction but Jake took no notice. His other hand grabbed my thigh in a vice-like grip and pulled it viciously to the side before plunging his fingers through the leg of my underwear and pushing not gently into me. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood in my attempt not to cry out and draw attention. I uselessly grabbed at his hand before gritting my teeth and practically snarling at him. "You. Me. Car. NOW."

And I stood up shakily and walked away. I stopped by the car and waited. I heard his drunken shuffle as he made his way over. I crossed my arms over my sore chest and waited for him to explain himself but found myself tossed unceremoniously into the back seat as the behemoth climbed in over me. He tore my sweatshirt from my shoulder and started a trail of sloppy kisses across my skin. I pushed at him with all of my might, and felt angry tears fill my eyes as, not for the first time, he misinterpreted my response.

After an eternity of pushing at him and silently crying I finally pulled my knee up and cringed at the sharp intake as Jake curled protectively around himself. I mumbled and apology, he was my friend and I no matter how he acted I still didn't like hurting him, and slithered out of the car. I ran away from the light and heat of the fire and was stumbling my way up the highway before I dared glance down at myself.

Even in the pale moonlight I could see the bruises forming on my thighs from the rough handling. I pulled my sweatshirt aside and saw the purple marks that I knew would perfectly fit Jacob's fingers curling around my arm. I sighed, I didn't need to pull my shirt up to know that there would be a handprint forming above my bellybutton. I pulled my sweatshirt protectively around me as I started the long trek home. After about a mile I heard the rumble of a familiar engine and I tensed as the Rabbit pulled up next to me. "Leave me alone, Jake. I just want to go home."

"I figured that's where you were headed so I left Jake back with Sam and came to find you. Want a ride?" Embry was unsure how to react to me walking out on his friend, I'm sure, but he wasn't willing to leave me alone out here. I would really miss the pack if the Cullens did decide to come back to Forks. I nodded silently and he pushed the door open for me. I sat slowly and gently pulled my sweatshirt to cover the bruises on my legs. I really didn't want to talk about it, I would already have enough explaining to do if Charlie was still up when I got home, not to mention when I got upstairs.

Since neither of us knew what to say, we drove in an awkward silence for a while before I finally pushed play on the CD again and Blue October's Hate Me blared through the too quiet car. The CD continued randomly playing songs we knew but neither Embry nor I were in the mood to sing. After an excruciatingly long time we finally pulled to my street and I had Embry drop me a few houses away not wanting Charlie to ask questions about why Jake wasn't the one dropping me off. As I skidded and tripped my way up the drive I was aware of someone's staring at me…