Love & Hate

JePOV

How could our families or covens hate each other, yet I could love Jacob and he could love me? Or was it love for him, and just infatuation for me? I was drawn to him and I couldn't help it. I had to see him again—so that we could just talk.

It was two in the morning and I was getting used to my new home. It had been the Cullen home nineteen years ago. It was a big, gorgeous, spacious house. And I loved it. I wandered into a normal sized room fit for a baby. A human baby—me. It was like an old ghost town because I saw what my family's memories were. The memories of how they expected me with so much happiness and love, but I tore them with sadness by having to leave Forks earlier than expected.

I toured the rest of the house. Finally, I could not stand it anymore—I had to see him before I went crazy. I walked down the stairs and into the living room where Emmett sat, remote in hand, watching football. I knew that he would be distracted and wouldn't ask too many questions.

"Hey, Emmett." I said.

"Hey, Jenie. Do you wanna watch football? To me this is the comedy channel except the sports section. How much do you want to bet that we would squash these pathetic quarterbacks?"

"You sound like Jasper, but no thanks about watching football. I was actually going to take the Bullet for a drive. Learn the county. I'll be back in a couple hours, okay? If anyone asks where I am, that's where I'll be, okay?"

"Sure. How do you like your car?"

"I love the Bullet. I can't believe you convinced my father to give me the car."

"Neither could I, but when I mentioned an opened top, no door, monster Jeep, your father saw my point of view."

"Thanks," I laughed, "see you later."

"Bye, Jenie."

I grabbed the keys from the kitchen and ran outside to the Bullet. My family called it the Bullet because it was my mom's first Cullen car. My father got it for her when she was human. When her truck died, he bought it for her to keep her safe. It is bullet proof, car accident proof, window-shattering proof, and every other proof you could think of. So we call it the Bullet, mainly because it mostly known for being bullet proof.

I started the engine, opened the garage door, and raced out of the driveway. Two minutes after I left, I noticed a yellow Porsche behind me. 'What did Alice want?' I thought. I pulled out my tiny cell and dialed her number. Alice answered.

"What are you doing and where are you going, Jenie?"

"Just for a drive around. I want to get to know the place. What are you doing following me?"

"You're lying, Jenie, I saw you disappear. When your mom tried this, she didn't get very far. Because when she or you disappear, it means that your future involves a wolf. Now, why are you going to see, Jacob?"

"Dang it, Alice, why can't you pretend that you didn't disappear and leave me alone!"

"Because I love you and Jacob is dangerous. Not to mention the fact that you would be eternally grounded to the house if your father found out about his. He would follow you for the rest of your life. Do you really want that?"

"Uh, no."

"Jenie," she reasoned, "you are his only daughter and child for the rest of eternity. You are also loved by all of us, and if anything happened to you, we would take revenge. I know Edward is a little bit over protective over you than he is over your mother; which means a lot because he bribed me with this Porsche to kidnap your mom for a girl's night out. And he was and is completely overprotective for a good reason. He loves you, Jenie, and I know you want your freedom, so… I will be your accomplice…"

"Thank-you, Alice. I know how much trouble you yourself would be in if he ever found out you did this."

"Oh, he will find out. But he will realize that I was actually helping him and you at the same time. Here's the deal: you can be with Jacob, if I can be near you, not with you, but near enough so that I could intervene if anything goes wrong, okay?"

"I guess I have no choice, do I?"

"No, you don't."

"Well, I'll just have to suffer and permit it then."

"Yes, you will. Bye, Jenie. Love ya."

"Bye, Alice, I love you too."

I hung up and pressed on the gas pedal. I should be there, or Alice and I should be there in approximately three minutes.

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I pulled the Bullet into Jacob's driveway. I had no clue this was his house, but of r some reason deep inside of me, that I couldn't explain, I knew it was his home. It was as if his presence was with me. Except, I felt it the strongest here, in this driveway. So I resolved that this was his home.

When I saw him come through the door with his hands across his bare chest, I definitely knew that I had been right. I turned my head and saw no yellow Porsche. Alice must've parked father away. I slowly got out of my car and slammed the door shut. Silence pursued and it became as if it was burning me to pieces.

"Hello, Jacob." I said softly.

"Why did you come?"

"Because you wanted me to." I replied as I guessed his feelings, since I could not read his feelings towards me.

"What is your gift?"

"You already know already, you were at the campfire sight tonight."

"So what if I know your gift. I still need an explanation of what you can do."

"If you are going to ask me evading questions that can be explained later, would you like me to leave because—"

"No no no," he interrupted rather quickly, "that's alright, we can talk generally if you want to.——No, Jenie, don't go. I want you to stay."

"Then tell me why you wanted me to come here."

"I could not stand to be away from you." He said as he averted his eyes.

"Walk with me, Jacob." I asked as he grasped my hand.

I did not let go as he led me into the woods, running until we slowed down. I still held his hand as we began walking, realizing we were far enough into the woods. The full moon shun upon us.

"Does your father know we you are?" He asked calmly.

"No."

"Why didn't you tell him."

"He wouldn't let me be with you then. And I knew that if I waited any longer without your presence, I would have gone crazy."

"I never knew that I could imprint on a vampire."

"You're probably the first one that strange to do so." I teased him, smiling. "When did you imprint on me.

"When I saw you and you slapped me and called me a 'dirty, mean dog'."

I laughed, "I'm sorry I said that, but I'm not sorry that slapped you—you hurt my mother when you said those words. She is already guilty with you and leaving Charlie."

"I was very sorry when I said those words, Jenie. I didn't want to say them."

"I know. I'm just glad that we'll be seeing him tomorrow morning. My mom will be so much happier…and hopefully she'll be able to release her guilt that she has built up since she left him."

"Jenie, what color were your eyes before you changed?"

"Green, emerald green. Why?"

"Your eyes are different somehow. They aren't just golden, they seem to be tinted. And when I look into your eyes, you cannot imagine how hard it is to look away from them."

"Jacob, uh, I don't want to embarrass you but doesn't it bother you not wearing a shirt?"

"No, I do it all the time. It's easier that way."

"Oh, okay." I said not fully understanding.

"You'll laugh at this but…"

"But what? Did you not wear a shirt in front of my mom?"

"Well, I didn't wear a shirt in front of Bella, that's true, but one time your mom punched me and she broke her hand." He began laughing. "Not that it was funny, but when you slapped and punched me tonight, you reminded me of her. Except you were stronger. Your mom punched me so hard, and she still didn't hurt me. But when you punched me, it did hurt."

"Did you love my mom?"

"Yes, I did. But I knew I hadn't imprinted, but I loved your mom. She was a little more than a friend. But when I saw you, only you existed. And I knew that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you and that I would care for you forever. I would give my life for yours. I couldn't live without you, Jenie, I love you."

"I love you, too." I stated as I looked lovingly into his eyes.

I was two and a half inches taller than my mom, but I was still short compared to Jacob. He then put his hand on my cheek, and the other on my arm. He drew me closer and I was against his chest. I lay my arms on his shoulders and his face drew closer to mine—and then he kissed me. His lips were hot, and they burned my ice cold lips. Then I felt my shoulder turned, our lips parted and there was my mom thrashing at him. Alice was behind her trying to restrain her, but obviously it was useless.

"Mom! What the heck are you doing?"

"Jacob, you dirty…you dirty…"

"Wolf? Pup? Dog? What Bella? What did I do wrong?"

"Everything." Then my mom punched him in the jaw.

"That actually hurt this time." He laughed.

"Well, I brought the crowbar like you told me twenty years ago to bring, Jacob. I don't want to use it, but…"

"Bella, don't be ridiculous, I know you don't mean that." He said to Bella as he walked towards me.

Then she did it, she hit him with the crowbar. His face went from puzzled to pain, and then he passed out. There was a large gash on the side of his head.

"Oh my god, mom. What did you do?!"

"I just prevented you from going crazy. Because his personality drives people crazy, Jenie."

"Mom, it might drive you crazy, but it doesn't drive me crazy. I actually love him."

There was dead silence.

"Uh, maybe we should get him to Carlisle." Alice suggested.

"Good idea, but by the way, Alice, how did she get here?" I questioned.

"She was in my trunk."

"Mom!"

"Sorry," my mom apologized, "but Alice was acting abnormal so I followed her."

"By stashing away in a Porsche trunk?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm going to be calm and rational, Mom, okay? The deal is that he's hurt, so therefore I think it's a good idea if we get him to the car."

We picked him off the ground and carried him as we ran to my car. I put him in the back seat and buckled him up. My mom had decided to ride with me to 'care' for Jacob. Alice took a head start and I drove behind her. When we got to the house, Alice apparently must've called since Carlisle was all ready with needles and things to stitch him up. His cut wasn't as bad as I thought. It had stopped bleeding and seemed to have partially healed up, but the gash was still there.

"He has stopped bleeding." I inquisitively commented.

"Wolves heal fast, very fast. But he will still need stitches." Carlisle replied.

"Good. When do you think he'll regain consciousness?"

"Soon. Why don't you wait in the living room and I'll tell you when I'm done with the stitches or when he wakes up."

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch between Emmett and Rosalie. I was so mad at my mom. But if I could cry, I would.

"He'll be alright." Emmett reassured.

"Thanks." I automatically answered. I waited a minute before I began to pace. Then my dad grabbed my hand and told me to sit down.

I put my face into my hands. I was so upset that my body shook, I could not cry but the shaking of when you really sobbed overtook me. I felt my mother's arms around me. Esme stroked my head. I felt like a little child, waiting, hoping, and wishing that things would be alright. I could feel that my mom was very mad at herself, which produced that horrible guilt that she builds up. My dad was mad for not letting me see him in the first place, because it might've not happened otherwise. Esme was worried about everyone, especially me. Emmett was mad that he hadn't been there to restrain my mother. Alice was mad that she hadn't seen what was coming, but I told her through my emotions that it was my mom's quick decision that hadn't enabled her to see what would happen. Jasper was angry at Alice for helping me see Jacob, because it wouldn't have happened if Alice had gone. Everyone was upset because of me. And I felt terrible. I wish I could've slept if it were possible, the time goes quicker that way.

Carlisle finally came out five minutes later.

"His stitches are done, he'll probably regain consciousness soon, though." Carlisle said trying to comfort me.

I lifted myself from the coach and went into the kitchen, where the 'operating room' was. Jacob lay on the table beneath a white cloth. His head was bandaged over the stitches. I played with his hair on the opposite side of the gash, then I placed my hand on his cheek. And with my other hand I took hold of his hand.

"Could you place your icepack hands on my gash. I would appreciate it."

"Jacob, I was worried." I said as I placed my hand on top of his bandage.

"I heal fast."

"I know."

"Then what were you worried about then?"

"If you would forgive me—for bringing you into this mess."

"No, it was my fault, I shouldn't have given your mom the hint about the crowbar. You know, you sound like your mom."

"Funny, funny." I laughed. "Please don't get hurt again. I'm everything but severing-proof, and you aren't. Promise me you won't fight."

"I can't promise you that. I am part of a pack, if they need me, I have to be there. Now—can you help me get to a chair, please?"

So, I helped him rise up from the table. And he then slid into the kitchen chair beneath the table.

"Well, promise me, at least, that you won't take any risks."

"I promise."

I kissed him and he kissed me back. Then I hugged him and he wouldn't let go.

"Careful, you might worsen my concussion." He teased as I squeezed him tighter.

"My bad, I'll be more careful next time." I said as I sat upon his lap.

Then I heard Emmett roar with laughter. "Hey, Jenie," taunted Emmett, "I think you might need a baseball bat," he laughed, "either that or you will need to arrange a session of anger management for Edward…because he's really going to need it with Jacob around. He almost had a nervous breakdown the first time around, he might actually go into a coma this time."

I looked at Jacob and smiled.

"I think the pack is wondering where I am." Jacob commented.

"Alright. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I will see you every day as long as I live."

"Okay." I smiled. "Bye, Jacob."

"Bye, Jenie." He whispered in my ear before kissing me on the cheek. "I want to play it safe this time." He added.

I saw him walk out the door and run into the woods. I did not turn around until I could no longer see him. I was Jacob's eternal match. And he was my ultimate pair. We were complete opposites. I could not believe that it was possible. But it was. We were two creatures made to loathe each other. However, somehow this spell was broken when he kissed me. We could not be more different I was deathly pale and he was sun tanned. He was overly warm blooded, and I was ice cold blooded. He was mortal and I was immortal. But we were a perfect match. A perfect, unbreakable, imprinted match—for the rest of eternity.

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