Burning all that Was

By thunderspeak

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns everything. Including my life.

Summary: Ephraim Black killed a girl a long time ago, and her spirit comes back to haunt the Black household. Fires, exorcisms, and many post-it notes later Jacob find himself falling for girl he can never have. Jake/OC

AN: EMERGENCY--- First, you know the post it note from one of the chapters? I have a link on my profile going to deviant art, where I generated the post it note for all to see.

ALSO, at maybe chapter 10, I'll put up a playlist.

Second, review! If this story doesn't go well, maybe It'll be "mysteriously" deleted from Fanfiction. So for me to continue, I need feedback (questions, comments, etc….)

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Jacob couldn't sleep. Now that he knew there was a ghost, he felt watched all the time. There was no privacy now, and just the simple act of sneezing caused him to look around.

So he was lying in bed and staring at the ceiling in thought of this new development. A sudden chill brushed his skin and shivering, he now realized that no matter how cold it was, a werewolf would not shiver.

This was something else.

"You're here, aren't you?" he asked to the air almost feeling foolish, but his light flickered once in an answer.

"Why can't you be like Casper? Ya know, friendly?" he asked again, a little peeved but also curious. Jacob sat up and shook the hair out of his eyes.

Hearing a beep, he headed to his computer which was now turned on with Microsoft word up. Sitting at his desk and blinking his eyes a few times out of sleep, he stared at the blank page.

The glow of the screen flushed his face an eerie white, and he listened to the keys clicking as someone typed, words appearing.

Casper is a pansy.

Jacob let a startled laugh out, and strangely he forgot the earlier animosity towards the ghost. He gave excuses to himself for continuing this conversation such as he was bored and needed social interaction.

You must be a girl. Only a girl would be this PMS-y.

There was silence, and a thump!

A large pillow smacked him in the back of the head, strong enough to send him lurching forwards and into the computer.

Leah's face strangely flitted through his mind.

Yep, she's a girl. And lucky me, she's another violent one to deal with.

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Enemy. Not friend… Enemy.

The mantra repeated in her head.

Oh, but his laugh. And it is so nice to talk to someone after all this time…

NO! Enemy! Come on Vivian, you need revenge somehow…

This guy wasn't too bad (not even going to start on his thousand watt smile…) but Vivian had to remember that revenge was still on her agenda. Kind of.

This snaps the grin off her face very fast and she typed a reply.

It seems I have forgotten who you are. Animosity is back in place.

Vivian saw him frown, (and his smile was so much more beautiful) and begin typing.

I'm not Ephraim Black. I didn't kill you.

She sighed. He had a point, but how the heck was Vivian supposed to get revenge? She was still pretty pissed about this whole death situation and being all friendly was not changing it. Vivian ignored the fact that getting revenge didn't change it, either.

That doesn't bring me back.

She felt a pain in her heart when typing this, and once again the gravity of the situation crushed down on her shoulders. He mumbled, "True" and responded.

Changing the subject. So how did ya die?

Straight to that question, right? Vivian rolled her eyes at his blunt attitude, but typed back.

Go to sleep, you will dream it. And he nods.

She watched him lie down, stretching his legs over the bed (which is an amusing sight) and soon falling asleep. Only snores penetrated the deep silence, his breathing deep.

And Vivian is back on the roof, waiting for the dreams to plague him. She feel's pity.

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I was angry. We were moving from my home, my friends, all my memories of this southern place.

Father was packing up the last of the items while my brother stood, looking quite confused. But of course, he always looked that way with wild hair and blank eyes. Father sprung the idea of moving upon us this morning, giving us no time for goodbyes.

And it was hot, unbearably so. The stupid dress I was wearing was thick with a corset and gloves (they had gone out of style but father insisted), and the flimsy little fan didn't provide much chill.

Who in their right mind made a woman wear such thick clothes in 80 degree, humid weather?

Apparently insane ones.

I was also sure I looked like a sick dog, unlike my mother always looked in these dresses. Beautiful, perfect, an amazing actress.

I swallowed hard and blinked back tears, while also pushing up the floppy hat on my head.

"Midget! Get on the train before it leaves!" my brother shouted to me as he lumbered onto the train, and I rolled my eyes at his impatience and his lovely nickname for my shortness. He was 10 (I had just hit 17) and already bigger than me. How unfair.

Loading myself on the train, I sat down and looked out the window. As we pulled away, I eyed the train station of my home mournfully.

Good bye, Mom.

…

…

It was a small house.

I eyed it distastefully, the door already open as the servants ran in and out loading baggage.

I smiled while looking around-- the forest surrounding it was beautiful. Although the house was rather ugly, I loved the surroundings.

The beautiful leafy trees and the nice cold weather that would not affect my choice of wear.

After a few minutes of packing items into my new room, I changed into a more comfortable attire of a loose gray jumper (this was almost forbidden and my father disapproved greatly, which made it all the more tempting to wear) and slippers.

Heading out to the kitchen, I had planned to go explore the terrain when my father stopped me.

"Vivian? I have some… interesting news."

I raised an eyebrow, but sat with him on the piano bench. We both began playing a soft duet while talking. One my mother taught us.

"It seems one of my associates has taken interest in you," he informed, and I felt confusion creep into my thoughts.

"Interest?"

"Yes. He thought you were great spouse material and he has asked me for your hand in marriage."

My hands abruptly stopped on the keys and I turned to face him.

I was shocked at his words for I was only 17 years old! Of course a few of my friends were engaged, but this was me he was talking about. I was not ready to be a slave to a man and children quite yet.

I sighed. At least this was my dad and my best interests were at heart. He must have said no.

"I said yes."

Or not. All my thoughts rushed and suddenly I was up, and the bench knocked over behind me.

Such a betrayal! How could he do this to me?

"W-what!" He stood up also, and his face was turning red.

"You will appreciate this! It will save this family and you from poverty!"

"I don't want to marry someone I've never even met!"

"You have met him, remember Mr. Turning from my meeting last week?"

I stilled and thought for a moment, a 40 year old face appeared in my mind, cold gray eyes staring back at me.

"N-no! He's old and mean; I can't marry someone like that! How can you make me do this Daddy?" I brought out the Daddy card, hoping to soften him up.

But it did nothing, and he got even madder.

"You will marry him and that's final!" he boomed and I flinched back, my eyes filled with tears. How could he do this to me, I repeated the mantra in my head.

Spinning around, I ran out the door and into the forest.

Running was one of my passions, feeling my muscles push me faster and the wind playing with my hair. This forest was very beautiful, but I didn't seem to notice it through my blurry vision.

Clouds were coming closer and I tried very hard to keep my anger and treacherous thoughts under control, but soon the sky was covered in black clouds. I could hear thunder in the distance and feel the lightning rock the earth as it struck.

Why couldn't I be normal!?

I slumped down in the forest in a meadow, crying fully now. The lightning struck next to me, and I felt the power enter my system.

Soon I was bending.

All the anger and hurt and pain flowed through me, and electricity snapped around my hair and hands.

Soon I was calmer and the dark clouds started to roll away, leaving me in the silence of the forest. It was still chilly but I didn't shiver, my skins abnormally hot temperature taking care of that.

Sighing, I flicked out my hand and saw the flame lick up. Playing with it between my fingers I start to think again, and this brings anger from my current situation.

Standing, I cradled the fire in my hands and pushed it out and then in, like a wave.

And then the boys came. Rumbling through the forest, they saw my secret, and I guess they considered it a threat to their safety. And then the chase began.

I was running from the giant wolves, pushing myself as hard as I ever had before, and I edged a cliff.

You know what happens then.

Although I went unconscious after the attack, my element prevailed. And the fire spread and exploded as soon as my last heartbeat thumped, burning down almost half the forest.

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Vivian was itching in anticipation, once again on the roof waiting for Jacobs dream to end. She had showed him almost everything and with it came the sense of nervousness, hoping for his acceptance and fearing his rejection.

She was used to it, she was a freak.

While waiting for him to wake up, she questions. Why she came back to earth so long after being dead. She also wondered, was there even an after life or a heaven out there?

Before waking up in the Black house it was all a fog, almost a dream filled with darkness and silence.

But lately she was pulling something up from the back of her mind, a conversation long forgotten.

It was darkness, and she couldn't feel or smell anything. Only was she able to hear in this weird limbo type world. It was only her consciousness left after that.

"Her soul will not reincarnate, it is refusing to let go life," the first voice spoke, and she couldn't tell if it was male or female. In a weird way it sounded like neither, just a voice and nothing more.

"How will he find her?" another voice said.

"We must send her back to him…"

And that was the only memory she had of the space between her death and her new life, or ghost life.

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And there is Chapter 6. Sorry it took so long to update, but I hope this satisfies you. The next chapter is some actual confrontation between them, so be prepared.

Muah. AND FREAKING REVIEW. Because I love you guys. (lies.)

-thunderspeak : )