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Sigh…Jacob…
Chapter 7 – Jacob
1 month and a half earlier…
I rolled on the ground several times with the bloodsucker called Emmett. He laughed loudly, pinning me harshly into the road. I fought back the yelps as he pinched at my neck, all because I lunged for Edward? I tried snapping at his, wishing to behead him now; I had bigger fish to fry. But these were feeble attempts, my trying to push the vampire off, so I stopped trying so hard. I heard Edward mutter something as the leech jumped off of me. I phased quickly, covering myself before Bella.
"You think you have her now, Edward. You just wait. I will get her back." I said through my teeth, forming a plan in my head, something devious, something so bad it'll rip them apart. Something to cause jealousy? Yes, Bella was a jealous girl…
"Who's he talking about?" Bella asked quietly.
"You can do what you want, dog. But it won't work." Edward glared, his tone of hard and icy. I smirked, turning away. I reached my rabbit, opening the door, turning back to watch their expressions as I yelled:
"We'll see!" I slammed my car door, starting it quickly before zooming off. So, ok, I didn't know exactly what I was going to do but I knew it would involve someone or something that would make Bella jealous. Some kind of old friend Edward had a past with. If that past had been good or bad, I would find them. I racked my brain quickly before pulling into my driveway in La Push.
I knew a handful of things about Edward Cullen. Of course, the obvious – he was a vampire. A bloodsucking leech of all things. Bella was in love with him, for some odd strange whacked up reason, and he loved her back. Or so he said. Convincingly. He could read minds, and was roughly 108-years-old. Born around 1901. Changed in 1918, after Carlisle thought it nice to save him from some Hispanic flu. Yeah, whatever. I knew he didn't eat people, and was from Chicago.
That was it.
I recalled asking Bella once, while we were in my garage if she knew anything about Edward's past. If he mentioned any friends or family of whom he left behind to pursue vampire life. What his mom was like, his dad, if he had siblings, a girlfriend. Or object of affection. She sighed, fiddling with her soda, "He never much talked about his family. Just that his mom was beautiful. I can't remember him having an object of affection." She had rolled her eyes. So this was it, Edward never liked telling Bella things that might upset her. Certainly a girl would make her jealous. A good healthy dose of competition.
I ran quickly in the house, pushing pass Billy's chair, ignoring his questions. He rolled into the archway of my door, watching as I grabbed my boxers, flinging them on. I heard his low mumbles from behind me while I grabbed my jeans and a black tee shirt. Something about us not being able to afford anymore clothes. I growled loudly, motioning for him to move out of my way.
"C'mon, Dad!" I said, waving my hands for him to rotate into the living room. "I need you to just move."
"Alright." He said, rolling himself away. I bound toward the kitchen, grabbing out from a drawer the money can. He looked at me like I was stupid as I waved, walking out. So this was what it was going to come down to. Plans of sabotage. I'd do anything to get Bella back, even if it meant pulling an innocent bystander into the mix. How innocent could a vampire be anyway?
I tried not to be antsy as I drove down the almost vacant highway. I ran my hand through my hair, watching as the trees whipped passed. Bella looked so different before I shoved her in my car. So, happy and go lucky. As if the laughing and spinning in circles wasn't enough, she smiled. Not a smile I'd seen through the 6 months, but one that touched her eyes, that made your own cheeks hurt from just looking at it. I shook that image out of my head. He'd probably leave her again. Just stopping by to say "Hey! Good to see you're still alive! Now I'm going to leave, have fun dieing!"
I watched the sun drift behind the trees before I made it to Seattle. The city was a nice change from La Push, far more diversity, a ton more people. Just go, go, go. I pulled into the airport parking lot, walking quickly inside, trying to ignore the awkward stares of people. No doubt they'd never seen a huge 16-year-old. I went up to the ticket booth, demanding one to Chicago.
"Can I see your ID?" The woman asked, eyeing me. I handed it to her quickly; glad this happened when I had my license. It took her a minute before she let me grab the piece of thick paper from her hand. "Have a nice flight." She waved, smirking. I nodded, walking towards security. Things were moving at just the right pace when I reached the gate. Ready to head off into the sky, ready to find a woman from the leech's past. Who knew, maybe she'd be easy to find. How hard could a vampire be to locate? What with their sickly sweet smell, and freakish eyes. Their impossible beauty and white, white skin.
I boarded the plane shortly after waiting, watching the men and women file themselves in. Some were fat, others skinny. There were a ton of short people, all in business suits. The tall families and loud kids laughed with each other while trying to find their seats. There were black, brown, white, cream, pink, tan, and extremely russet people. I had the pleasure of sitting next to Mommy and Timothy. Timothy was short, his chubby features almost cute I guess. He wore a blue tee shirt and black sweats, his shoes held a blue train with a face on them.
Timothy looked up at me; his red cheeks making the rest of his body look almost pink. He had large green eyes and blinding, almost white, blond hair; little freckles lined his round nose and fat cheeks.
"I'm Timothy!" He shouted. His mother shushed him, apologizing to me several times. I just smiled, waving her off. She was a tall lanky woman, with a white complexion. She wore a dark black sweater, matching her hair. Her jeans were faded with knee high boots over them. "I'm five!" He smiled, holding up a hand. I nodded.
"Nice to meet ya, Tim." I shook his dimpled hand. He shook his head, furrowing his brow.
"Not Tim. Tim-oth-y!" He broke it down for me.
"Got cha, Timothy." I emphasized. He smiled, pleased with me. "I'm Jacob."
"Hello Jacob!" He cheered. "Do you like Thomas the Train?" He asked pulling the same blue wooden train that was on his shoe out from his bag with a fat face and number 1 on the side. I barely remembered such a thing from when I was younger, nodding.
"I sure do." I lied, taking his train. He pulled out five more. One had a number 4, and reminded me of Thomas that Timothy called Gordon. There was a green girl train called Emily, and another blue train he called Edward. I saw the big light green one called Henry, much like Gordon. He informed me of the little green one being Percy. He said Percy and Thomas were best friends and were always picked on by Gordon and Henry. More so Gordon then Henry. But Edward was always nice to stand up for Percy and Thomas. While Emily was just cross with Thomas. Whatever cross meant.
"MOMMY!" He shouted, his shrill voice echoing through the plane about an hour into the flight. "I HAVE TO GO POTTY!" His mother sighed, unbuckling him. "NOW MOMMY NOW! I'M GOING TO GO NOW!" She hurriedly dragged him towards the bathrooms and I was pleased with the minute of silence.
So these little trains sat, waiting to be played with on the folding tray while little Tim was away. Thomas sat beside Percy; both their fat faces held smiles, while Gordon was with Henry. Edward stood in the middle, like he'd broken a fight up. I was watching as Tim played, listening that Gordon boasted about having a "tender" and how little engines like Thomas weren't useful enough to have one. Edward had stepped in then, telling Gordon that it wasn't the about of tenders one had, but the amount of work they did for Sir Topham Hatt, or the Fat Controller as he sometimes called him.
How in the world this Edward could be so kind and nice to break up fights was beyond me. Didn't he want to go ruin other people's lives? Take away someone they loved? Turn that someone into a leech? I growled, pulling Emily in the middle and placing Edward on Gordon's side. But, from what I had known, Emily liked Thomas. So I placed her on his side, pleased with the outcome. Although Edward seemed sweet and got all the girls, he was truly a bad guy. Making fun of little trains and sneering rude comments. Protruding into people's heads and such. Emily had sense to go to Thomas. A "cheeky" little train with a big smile and sense of humor.
Timothy returned, throwing tantrums and complaining about how he hated seeing grandma. "She's so fat and mean, Mommy!" He shouted around the time we were close to landing. "She always tries to feed me more then I need! What a fat cow!" His mother slapped his hand.
"Timothy! You will respect your grandmother, young man." She scolded.
"NO! I WILL NOT! YOU'RE A FAT COW MOMMY!" He shouted, kicking and screaming. I watched his face change colors from red to purple, to blue, and back again. The flight attendant came over, scowling at the child.
"Ma'am, I'm arrived you're going to have to calm the boy down. He's disturbing other people." She said. Mommy sighed, pulling her hair back over her shoulder.
"What do you think I'm trying to do…Stacy?" She read the woman's name tag, grabbing a juice cup from her purse. "Here Timothy. Have some apple juice." Timothy threw the cup at Stacy, laughing and then screaming again.
"I HATE APPLE JUICE!" He shouted. His mother slapped his hand again.
"Do you want me to tell your father about this?" Was said as Stacy said,
"You should take him to one of the bathrooms!"
"NO! NO MOMMY! DON'T TELL DADDY! I'LL BE GOOD I PROMISE!" He yelled, struggling free from his mother's death grip. I watched, my mouth gapping, my expression in aw. "JACOB TELL HER NO!"
"I-I-I-I don't think it's a good idea to tell your mom no, kid." I said before it really registered. She mouth thanks to me while Timothy settled. Stacy put her hand on her heart, saying she needed a new job.
"Is there anything I can get you?" She asked Mommy. Mommy shook her head.
"Not unless you know a good nanny."
"I'm afraid I don't have kids, Ma'am. And from this flight, it appears I will never."
"Good, maybe then we could have some decent children roaming the earth." His mom retorted. Stacy glared stomping back to the front, telling everyone to put their buckles on, as we had arrived. I cheered in my head, buckling up. Timothy looked at his trains on the folding tray.
"Were you playing with them, Jacob?" He asked me, a grin forming on his full red lips. I felt the embarrassment hit when he mother glanced at me. I leaned toward the window, trying not to make eye contact with the problem child.
"No." I said. He laughed, tugging on my shirt.
"Then why is Emily kissing Thomas and Edward with Gordon? Edward doesn't much like Gordon, and Emily doesn't like Thomas!" The giggles filled the air between us as I shut my eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about, kid."
"Jacob, do you mind my asking how old you are?" His mother asked, picking his trains up and placing them in his book bag. I shrugged.
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On what you're asking it for." I muttered. She let out one laugh, buckling Tim's seat belt.
"I was just wondering. No reason really."
"23." I lied. I could pass for it. She sucked in a quick breath, buckling herself up. I heard her mutter something like:
"Really? 23? That is indeed amazing."
"Why's that?" I was looking into her dark blue eyes as she blushed a deep scarlet.
"Again, no reason." She cleared her throat, taking the silent Timothy's hand in hers. "Are you ready to see Daddy?" She asked him. Tim shook his head.
"No." I tuned them out watching as we pulled into O'Hare. It was a big airport, I suppose. Nothing like you'd see in La Push. I found myself wondering for about an hour in the vast amount of people and rooms. Looking at the cars in the garages and wondering what in the world I was going to do. I sat down after the sun went down, outside by the buses. There was a family of 6 there, with 2 older teenage girls. The light brunette pointed over at me, blushing as she giggled to her sister. I watched as they fancied and faltered to contain themselves, trying to find anything Bella-like in them.
I failed. They were pretty hot, yes. Tall and thin, but not to the point where if you touched them they'd break. They had average lips and bright eyes, long tanned legs and arms. I would have noticed them more if I wasn't thinking about Bella. Her simple beauty made them look overly maintained. An extreme turn off.
Bella wasn't really that tall if you thought about it, she was pale with dark brown hair that framed her heart shaped face well. I saw her deep brown eyes in my head, you could almost tell what she was thinking if you looked hard enough. I was watching her smile and laugh with me in my garage as the scene played out in my mind. I felt the corners of my mouth pull up, a chuckle threatening to leave me throat. I really missed having her in my garage on weekends, and afternoons after school. She brought a certain light to my boring life, and gave something for Quil and Embry to bug me about.
I looked up at the sky, watching the stars twinkle idly. A sigh blew pass my lips as I lifted myself off the bench and walked toward the city. I had to find a hotel to stay in for at least one night before spending all day looking for a vampire. I wasn't tired though, as I had taken a slight nap on the plane.
But wait, parasites didn't come out during the day! They would "sparkle" and get caught. So! Maybe now was the best time to find this nasty being. I sprinted then, blowing pass the people into the edge of the clubbing district. I slowed in an alley, walking casually on the sidewalk. I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath searching for that sick smell. The smell always made my hair stand on end, sending thousands of shudders down my spine. I would know if I smelt it. It would be obvious.
People walked by, laughing loudly with water bottles in their hands. Some girls awed at me while others blatantly made it evident they wanted me to join their party, but I ignored them, and their clingy boyfriends as I towered over their short bodies, sniffing for the smell. I didn't find anything, not for a month. I searched and searched everywhere in Chicago, only finding humans, never a bloodsucker. But I returned back to the clubbing district around 12 one night, searching again. There had to be a vampire here. If there were tons in a small town like Forks, there had to be a handful in a big city like Chicago.
It had to be about 2 that night when I got a whiff of it. It was a nasty sweet smell of too much chocolate and mint. I felt the tremors start softly in my hands as I walked quickly toward it. People cursed at me while I shoved, spying the one who had left the trail. Her body was curved into a wall as she chatted with a young man, flirting obviously. She was tall; her hair in the middle of her back was a black as night, shining in the streetlights. She was thin, wearing a black thigh length dress that dove deep down her back, and flowed nicely in the front. I noticed when I got closer that her eyes were red, as were her insanely full lips. Her nose was short and pointy; her cheeks round and soft were white, holding no color what so ever. She glanced my way, a hiss escaping her mouth.
"Wait!" I called after her, watching as she slipped into the alley. "Stupid leech." I muttered, sprinting toward it. She stopped at the end, growling loudly.
"What do you want? You nasty smelling animal?" She asked, flipping a lock of hair out of her face. I stopped about 8 feet in front of her, aware that no one was watching in the dark wet alley way.
"Do you know Edward Cullen? Or, Masen I guess." I asked. Bella said something about his first last name being Masen. Like I cared. She stood up from her crouch; she smiled wildly, her teeth reflecting the moonlight.
"Why yes, dear animal, I do know Edward Cullen. Or at the time I knew him he was indeed a Masen." She walked closer to me, placing a hand on my cheek. The temperature was freezing and wrong, I quickly removed it. "Am I obliged to inquire what about him has sent you to me?"
"Do you mind if we take this somewhere else?" I asked. She laughed, the sound of evil chimes washed through the air.
"As you wish."
I sat in the Starbucks, waiting for the creature to order her Frap, although I knew she wouldn't drink it. I guess it was all about the appearance. She walked over to me, sitting across the table, playing with the straw. She smiled wickedly, watching as I sucked down my cappuccino.
"Now what is this about Edward?" She asked, leaning her elbows on the table, placing her head in her hands.
"I have a problem with Edward. I'm in love with this girl, Bella, who dated Edward about 6 months ago. But he left her, saying he didn't want her and all that jazz. Now he's back, and saying he never meant the things he said. There's a problem though. When Edward left it killed Bella. He left a pile of depressed girl lying on the floor for other people to clean up. When said problem is cleaned up, he comes back saying he wants it back. It's wrong, and I feel the only way to fix it is to get him away from Bella. I need an ex girlfriend or something. Like, an ex love. Know of any?" I asked, staring at her with a hard expression. She smirked, nodding slowly.
"You aren't a human, are you?"
"In a sense."
"What would you be, dear…. what did you say your name was?"
"Jacob." I said quickly.
"Ah, yes, dear Jacob."
"I'm a werewolf. I guess it's safe to say, from supernatural being to supernatural being." She hissed quietly.
"Alright then, you have found someone from Edward's past." She leaned closer toward me across the table. "My name is Lucille Jones, although Edward had taken a liking to calling me Lucy. I was born a year after he was, which caused us to be very close. My father worked very much with Edward Sr. and my mother became intimate friends with his mother, Elizabeth. I remember around 1916, when he was just 15 and I barely so; we were sitting on my porch watching my puppies play. He held my hand saying he always wanted puppies but his father strongly was against getting another dog. They had Jane, she was the oldest thing! Always lying around, never really doing anything. For her days were numbered. I remember hearing my mother laugh loudly in the kitchen agreeing with whatever Elizabeth had just said. Her words were booming through the door:
" 'Why yes, dear friend!' She screamed, their footsteps were lively as they worked their way towards us. 'We shall have them married! And in no time at all! They are the perfect picture of happiness! And what charming children they shall have!' Edward heard them as much as I had, a smile touching his eyes. They were green then, the deepest most beautiful green I have ever seen, dear Jacob! Now, Edward and I had only been friends then, only played with each other and stayed up late watching the stars with my puppies and his old Jane. Never had we even thought about being married, or in love. Well, I had several times before I turned 15.
"I remembered the way he looked when his mother proposed it to us, saying we were to be married when he was 18 and I 17. That we were to live within minutes of his house and mine. That we were to enjoy each other for the rest of our lives. My mother chimed in quickly that we obviously were made for each other. Soul mates, she put it." She told, fiddling with her straw. Her face was hard now, like a statue.
"And?" I asked, leaning back.
"Our fathers thought it brilliant. Thought it the most wonderful thing in the world. We were to be married as soon as possible once I turned 17, if not the very day of my birthday. I dreamt every night of us having 6 children, 12 puppies and living together until we were old and dieing. I thought us always to wake up to each other in the morning, always to hold hands when walking through the city. I thought him to carry on his father's work in Chicago, and I to stay home and watch every child, pregnant and bare foot just like a mother should do.
"He told me a month before he got sick, that he wanted the same thing. He couldn't wait to be 18, couldn't wait for the year to come that we could marry and live happy lives. He said he wanted 5 kids, and 5 puppies as well as a set of twins and triplets. He told me, 'Lucy, you are my very life. You and our future children will always only matter to me. Forever.'
"But he became ill. And I did as well, but not with the Spanish Flu. I became ill with the chicken pox. Ha! How odd! He got the killing disease and I, little me, got a simple itchy and annoying sickness. Either way, my parents became ill in addition to his with the flu. When I healed I tried to visit Mrs. Masen as often as I could, for my mother and father had gone very quickly. She was a horrible looking thing, and Mr. Masen was worse. But Edward, not matter how sick he became still tried to smile to me, saying he'd be better before I knew it and the wedding would go on in a year as planned. I tried to find comfort in it as Dr. Cullen (a strange beautiful man) agreed with such a false manner.
"I was never aware of what happened days after. The doctor was gone, as was my Edward. Mrs. Masen was dead with Mr. Masen, and I found Edward's body nowhere. I did however see his death in the newspaper. His name, on that ghastly paper in bold black letters: Edward Anthony Masen Jr. I searched for Dr. Cullen, wishing to know what he had done with my Edward, and why in the world his body would be missing. But I never found him. I inquired to the nurses and they said he left with a young man of just 17. He obviously had taken my future husband. For what demented reason I had no idea of! It was dreadful! I was so horribly depressed that I left for St. Louis where my brother lived, and found a man so much like Dr. Cullen. We ran away together where I became what I am today.
"I hadn't seen Edward until around the 1950's which is where I tried to get him back again. Although it would have worked if he wasn't the most difficult thing I've ever encountered! So, yes, young Jacob, you've found someone from the early 1900's who Edward knew and had a past with. We knew each other up and down, from side to side, and in and out and all those wonderful things. How can I be of service to you?" She smirked evilly.
"I'll explain it all on our way there." I took her cold arm in mine as we walked out of the Starbucks and towards the airport, giving her every detail while we boarded and watched as she became more into it. Willing to work with me no matter how annoying she was, or how bad she said I smelled. This could work. With such a rich history they had together, Lucy would have to be a weak spot for Edward. Maybe a weak spot enough to rip Bella out of his grasp long enough for me to hold her in mine. We would have to see…
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