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Jasican's Point of View

I saw Jacob's eyes roll to the back of his head and I instantly started forward. But before I could do anything, Sarah had already taken her forehead off of Jacob's I looked in Jacob's face and his eyes were open wide, with his mouth hanging open slightly, almost as though he was in shock. I gave an incredulous look at Sarah and asked bluntly, "What the fuck did you do?!"

She narrowed her eyes for a brief moment at me before replying, "With our kind, especially Chimakuns, we are able to share a special connection with our offspring, called the Bridge, that is to say, the mothers whom gave birth to them. It's our way or reconnection should we ever lose each other."

"You'd better be telling me the truth," I nearly shouted. "I have ways of knowing whether you are lying to me and I swear if you did anything to harm or warp Jacob..."

"Well," Sarah said coolly, "Seems you aren't as different as I thought."

"Yeah?" I said caustically, but reducing my voice, "Well, you'll have to forgive me for being overly cautious. I nearly lost Jacob to a bunch of those Quileute fucks earlier and I'm not inclined to lose Jacob."

I walked slowly to Jacob and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jacob?" I said softly. "Are you okay?"

He looked at me, eyes normal once more, severely confused, but on the verge of tears, and said, "I...I don't know. What...what was all that? What did you show me?" He placed a hand on his head, then continued, "My head freaking hurts, and I'm seeing...things."

"I'm so sorry, Jacob," Sarah replied. "I know it's a lot to digest, but having to explain it all normally would take far more time and effort that we can afford right now."

"And what about the time and effort you should have given to come back?!" Jacob suddenly shouted. "Fifteen years, Mom, fifteen fucking years! I had to live with the image of your dead mangled body, or what I thought was your dead mangled body in that coffin. You know what Dad also told me?! I couldn't even afford one last look at you, since the coffin was nailed shut. I was only ten!"

Sarah looked to be momentarily at a loss for words, but Jacob pressed on, "I don't even know who to be angrier at, you, or my fucking father," he now stood up, and walked towards the window before turning back to Sarah, "You have absolutely no idea what you left me when you took off. Rebecca and Rachel also just took off after, leaving me alone to have to deal with Dad, taking care of him while he constantly ridiculed me for not living in his perfect way. And after I started phasing...he took it upon himself to use his position to almost live his life through me. It wasn't enough he had Sam to lord around to do his bidding, but then having both of them to answer to, day and night, with no rest, no respect, no privacy! It was fucking torture!"

Sarah just gave a sad look to Jacob; I didn't know what to say. Having never delved into his past family life, I was quite ignorant as to how to deal with one another's estrangement. Jacob was furious, about as much, if not more so that when he was yelling at Reneesme, but it was a deeper rage. Something he's had to deal with for the better part of his life.

"Look, I didn't expect the Bridge to fully heal our damaged bond," Sarah began, "but try to understand that leaving you was my only option. If I had attempted to fight your father further, and the rest of the tribe, I would have risked harm to you and your sisters, and started a civil war between our tribes. I knew there would be a time where we would meet again, where I could receive another start and repair our relationship." She stood up and strolled over to Jacob, arms crossed, and said, "I don't know what else to say at this point, Jacob. I really am sorry for everything that's happened to you."

"Yeah, I know, you make it clear enough," Jacob's back was still turned to Sarah. "You'll forgive me for not exactly accepting you so easily, but I guess I'm more fucked up than I thought."

"None of this is any of your fault, Jacob, I wouldn't ask you too accept me that easily, given those circumstances," Sarah quickly shot in. "All I ask is for a chance. Please, don't reject me. I know I didn't make the best decision, but I swear to you I thought it was the right one."

When it became apparent that Jacob wasn't capable of words anymore, Sarah started to walk away, and looked back towards me, "I'm sorry, I couldn't wait. You have to understand." I sighed, and said, "Yeah, I know."

"I'll shift out of here, just so I don't arouse suspicion," Sarah said, about to take the bathrobe off, much to my distress. "When you're ready, Jacob, we'll talk more, and hopefully get back on a proper path. When you're ready," She repeated as she looked down and said, "I know it's difficult, but all I ask for is a chance. We shall speak again later," Sarah directed the last statement towards me. Within a moment, she shifted back into a fly and flew out the small crack in the window, leaving me and Jacob alone. I walked to him, Jacob still looking out to the distance, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me and without a word, he embraced me, tears rolling down his eyes. I returned his embrace, trying to pour as much comfort as I could into him. All I could say to him was, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Jasican," he pulled back to look at my face. "I just...umm, I just don't know how to deal with this right now, my head's spinning. Besides," he let me go and started back towards his bed, "we've got other things to worry about."

"Now don't give me that, Jacob," I scolded. "I know you want to talk about it and that's what I'm here for. Don't shut me out."

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to say?" Jacob retorted.

"Could you at least tell me what she did?" I asked as I sat down next to him.

"She..." Jacob looked towards the floor and his eyes became a bit unfocused. "She showed my life with her, all from her perspective. I recognized my father, and how much she loved him. I could almost feel myself as an infant in her arms, something I could never remember. She showed me how she was forced to abandon me..."

"Then why..."

"I don't know!" Jacob shouted, standing up again, tears now rolling down his eyes. "I don't know what I'm feeling, or even what I'm thinking. Part of me wants to reject the whole thing because it seems so...alien. There isn't even a doubt in my mind that she's...my mother." He squeezed his eyes shut.

I stood up and embraced him again. "I'm sorry," I repeated. "You're not expected to integrate this sort of situation into your life so soon, it takes time. Just give it a little while, don't overthink it and just let the pieces fall naturally."

"I'll try," Jacob sniffed. "You know, I often wonder if this whole emotional roller coaster we're on will ever end."

I sighed, "You and me both."

Just then, a knock emitted from the door. Carlisle had walked through the door and looked at both of us. "Oh good, Jacob, you're awake," he said casually. He walked towards us while saying, "How do you feel?"

"Umm, fine, I guess," Jacob replied almost soberly.

Carlisle motioned for Jacob to sit back down on his bed as the doctor performed his tests. I casually paced the room as Carlisle was finishing, then I decided to quip, "Well, doc, is he still running fine?" with a smile.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "Normal enough for everything not humanly normal," and I couldn't help but chuckle. Jacob looked at me with a sad smile, at least signaling he's attempting to cheer up. I took the time to ask Carlisle, "How's everyone holding up down there?"

His face didn't betray his emotions. I knew how he and the rest of his family must be feeling, and Jacob didn't even know about Jasper. I shuttered to think how he would react if he found out another Cullen has perished. "We're holding up as well as we can, but the rest of the coven are in shambles, to be quite honest," he said. "I'm not sure if anyone has the will left to continue Godric's endeavor."

"I'm not sure either," I replied to Carlisle. "How devoted was everyone to the revelation?"

"Well," he said, "we all did take similar oaths to help Godric with his revelation, but with him gone, some may feel it nullifies it, and that's not taking into account the one's who lost someone in the recent battle," I knew he was at the least partially referring to himself and his family. As much as his face didn't betray any emotions, I could see the pain in his eyes.

"Yeah," was all I could say. It was going to be very hard to reign in followers should we decide to keep the coven going. And what of a leader? Esme already said Carlisle was unwilling to do so. I could ask Zoe, since she seemed to be higher up in the chain then the rest of the vampires here, but she was willing to hand the responsibility over to me. I found the thought to be completely fucking preposterous, to be completely honest. I'm only three days into being a vampire and I seem to be gaining a power a day, at my rate. I was scared for myself, but more for the people around me, and especially Jacob.

Carlisle looked back at Jacob and said, "Well, you appear to be in good order. I'm not entirely sure if you're still suffering brain trauma, so I would exercise caution if you attempt to shift again."

"Okay, thanks," Jacob replied. Carlisle stood up and started to walk away, but stopped short of me and said, "I know what you're thinking, but know that you at least have a group who's willing to follow you, and depending on what happens, I'm sure I can keep my family around. If you wish..."

"Thank you, Carlisle," I retorted dismissively. "But I'm not entirely warmed up to that idea. In fact, none in the least." He just nodded his head and left the room.

"What did he mean by that?" Jacob asked.

"Well, it appears he's not the only one who believes, well, that I could lead this coven," I said uneasily as I walked back next to Jacob and sat next to him, placing my arms around him, which he readily returned.

"Really?" Jacob asked in genuine surprise. "Why would he think that?"

"They're basing it off my rescue mission, I presume," I replied. "I guess also the fact that typically, from what I hear, the most powerful vampire is the one to take control."

"Dude, that's nuts," Jacob replied.

"I know, right?" I shot back. "I'm not calling into question their leadership choices, especially cause of Godric, but I'm concerned if this is the way all vampires see hierarchy, then how is everyone supposed to coexist peacefully, especially if the one toting the most power is corrupt, like Aro."

"Yeah, I can see it that way," Jacob said. "On the other hand, I can see the appeal, if at worse a necessary evil. I mean, if you have say a group of newborns wreaking havoc, you need the most powerful to keep them in line."

"But I am a newborn, Jake," shot back. "Who's gonna control me?"

"Hmm," was all he could say. I knew he wouldn't say himself, because of his Imprint, he's bound to me, not the other way around. And with my power growing...

We said nothing for a while, letting our thoughts wander into the distance, but unfortunately, mine kept me in dark places. The future looked bleak, no matter how I looked at it. Even if I had decided to run with Jacob, the Volturi knew about me now, and with Aro able to read every thought in my mind, he was able to ascertain how powerful of a vampire I was, especially in my newborn state. He wouldn't want to give me up so easily, my special abilities essentially placed a large target on my back. I was beginning to see no easy way out of this situation. I needed to at least be able to properly defend myself in case they come again. I just wasn't sure right now, there was still too many unknowns for me to make any informed decision. First and foremost, I needed to make sure Jacob was fully well. And this time, knowing that he's fully able to shift, and return to his former strength. I'm sure he was incredibly frustrated at the fact I had played his hero, twice. And I had to admit, I didn't fancy seeing Jacob as a damsel in distress. That thought at least made me crack the slightest of smiles, if only for a moment.

My mind had also crossed into the previous night, back when we rescued Jacob. My anger was seething, perhaps more than when I witnessed Godric ripped apart in front of me. On one hand, I hated how irrational it was to hate a species based in how they smelled, taking aside the fact they held Jacob hostage and tortured him. On the other, maybe it was the natural response for me wanting to wipe them off the planet. I was scared shitless on how powerful my rage could become, and how my special abilities would respond in kind. I knew I was dangerous, but the fact that I didn't know how much I was perhaps instilled the greatest fear of all, next to losing Jacob.

I was becoming aware of how small the room was becoming, and decided to find another place to spend time with Jacob. I looked back over his body, he seemed fully healed (again), but the last time I assumed that, I nearly lost him.

Jacob's Point of View

Whether Jasican and I were thinking the same thing, I had no idea. My mind was spinning out of control, one, from the obvious fact that I was just face to face with my own mother I thought was dead just a few moments again, as much as the gaps of my memory had been refilled after what I think happened last night. Not to mention the events of the previous night that contributed to the anger I felt at my former tribe mates.

All this time, I had no idea how low my own father would stoop to keep his own power. I mean, I guess it really shouldn't come as a surprise seeing how much of a dick he was to me my whole life. I've often wondered how it would be if I had my mother present with me. And what of Rachel and Rebecca? How could the truth have been hidden from them. This probably disturbed me the most, as to what method was used to either keep them quite about our mother, or whether they were told the same lie. And the chances of me finding out the other side of the story, with this new revelation, was about as good a chance as turning Jasican back into a human. And with him killing Paul, yup, I'm essentially an outcast forever. It was strange, to actually think about it now, and not so much two months ago. And to be honest, with everything I've been through, I don't think I'm gonna miss it as much as I think I am.

The constant resetting of my life, I wasn't sure if it was gonna stay that way forever. And to be honest, I wouldn't know how my sanity would hold up. I really wish I could settle down and actually have a life somewhere. I thought it would be the case after I Imprinted on Jasican, but then he got turned, and was forcefully thrust into my world. I felt a shred of guilt in that instance, that possibly, if I had never showed up, maybe he would still have his human life in California. Maybe I was over-thinking it. One thing was for sure, no matter where I went, I knew it was certain Jasican would be with me. Although he doesn't possess shifter Imprinting, I was happy to see how much he cared about me and loved me, as I do him.

And what of my mother now? What's it going to be with her now back in my life, after thinking she was dead. I guess only time would tell. But at the moment, I was confused beyond all reason, and pissed off at the same time. The hole in my heart, gnawing at me since before I can remember, now yearns for the truth, more from my father than anything. His thought prompted another seed of anger. I wanted to beat the truth out of him, knowing that he lied to me, least of all. I didn't like being so pissed off, I had enough of that when I was still a teen and the years following that. I just want peace.