A/N: This is what I would have liked to happen; – had J.K. Rowling's world ever crossed over with Stephanie Meyers'.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from their creations, besides the following plot. xx
Chapter Seven – Two Can Keep a Secret
14 March 1995
Isabella Swan POV
Whenever Jacob and I hung out together, there were usually long periods of mutual silence between us. It had never bothered me before, or made me anxious. This afternoon however, he had kept me waiting for his response for over ten frustrating minutes. When he had finally confided in me about the tribe's werewolf secret a few weeks ago, I had burst out immediately, voicing how I felt. I just assumed he would pay me the same courtesy and not allow me to sit here in this nervous agony. I turned my head away from him and gazed out over the La Push cliff top that we were sitting on. This place had become one of our special hideouts over the past few months. Jake brought me here a few weeks ago to tell me about the werewolf pack and the tribe's history. I had been so terrified when he had phased right in front of me for the first time that I jumped off the cliff into the water below. Unable to swim very well, I had thrashed around in the strong waves for what seemed like hours. Luckily for me, Jacob had dived in straight after me and resuscitated me on the shore.
"Well I'm certainly not going to jump off this cliff, if that's what you're expecting me to do…" Jake grinned next to me, finally breaking the silence. I punched him lightly on the arm and he threw his arm protectively around my shoulders while we sat there. "You should've told me earlier Bells."
"YOU JUST MADE ME WAIT TEN MINUTES!" I shrugged away from his arm and hit him a few times on the shoulders. Jacob grabbed both my hands in an attempt to subdue me, but I managed to break free of his grip and assault him further.
"Alright, alright; relax Bells," he laughed easily but quickly composed himself, setting a serious expression across his face. "These dreams you've had…what do you think they mean?"
It had been exactly six months since Edward and his family had left Forks last year. I had spent the first three months longing after him; imagining their spontaneous return, in which Edward would come and tell me he had never stopped wanting me. But after a while, reality kicked in and I realised there were no vampires returning to Forks, Washington – or even the United States for that matter. This miserable, rainy town was still my home and it would only ever be what I made of it. So I spent another forty-eight hours crying out every remaining depressing tear I had in my body and then I woke up. I woke up from my three months of self pity and agony. It was time to start fresh; to do something with my life. My wake up call had been just in time for Christmas and New Years as well. Realising that I needed new friendships in my life, to keep things entertaining in Forks; I sought out the company of Jacob and some of his friends from La Push. Along with the company of Angela, Jessica, Mike and Eric from school, my friendship circles were healthy again and Charlie and Aunt Lily seemed pleased.
However just after Christmas time, I had started having disturbing nightmares. It was never the same dream, but always with similar content. I had dreamt of myself setting objects on fire with my bare hands; of making objects fly and transform into completely new objects. These dreams consisted of weird explosions in mid air, awful clothing, strange creatures I had never seen; big and small and they consisted of bizarre wooden sticks everyone carried around with them. For a few weeks I thought my imagination was just playing games with me, trying to keep me entertained and distracted from Edward's absence. Though as the months past on, I realised something was wrong about these visions that my subconscious was showing me in my sleep. I had kept these dreams and visions to myself for as long as I could, until last night I had dreamt of something I could not comprehend. I had seen my Aunt Lily holding one of those wooden sticks; standing alongside people she seemed friendly with torturing a man in a black cape. So, I finally decided to confide in Jacob.
"I honestly don't know Jake; it could just be my imagination or it could be something more…" I answered his question unsurely.
"You don't really think magic or sorcery is real do you?" he asked me sceptically.
"I didn't think vampires and werewolves were real…" I implied sarcastically and he rolled his eyes at me.
"Well even then; you don't think your Aunt Lily is capable of hurting or killing anyone right? I mean she's the nicest and sweetest person I know!" Jacob protested.
"I don't know Jake, I mean if this magic is real and my aunt has lied about it all this time… then maybe I don't know her that well at all. Maybe she could be capable of harming someone…"
"You do realise how ridiculous you sound?" he raised an eyebrow at me. "Besides, forget about Lily for now. Think about all the dreams you had prior to last night's dream…"
Jacob was right; regardless of the dream I had had about my aunt, I had been having dreams about myself using magic as well. I needed to rethink my concerns here; maybe I should be worried about my own sanity. There was a chance that I was actually losing my mind. Maybe my subconscious was playing games with me, or acting up because I was missing Edward too much. I stopped and considered how much I had wanted to be part of the Cullen family; to live eternally with them in their world. It wasn't quite so far fetched, to think that my mind had created this dark magical world in my dreams that my aunt was a part of, for some reason.
"Besides, maybe that guy she was torturing was actually a bad guy? You know, like how the pack kills vampires?" Jacob suggested helpfully. I had not really gotten used to the idea of Jacob and his friends ripping off the heads of vampires. Every time he brought it up, or it came to mind, I imagined Jacob pulling Edward to pieces. I cringed quickly at the thought. "Oh, sorry…" he apologised, noticing my reaction.
"No, it's not you…" I looked away from Jacob unhappily. "I think I'm losing my mind Jake."
"I don't think you are Bells; maybe you should just go ask Lily?" I glanced over at Jacob incredulously.
"I'm sure that'll go well," we both laughed imagining my conversation with my aunt about the nightmares I was having. "Keep my secret?"
"Well, you are keeping mine," he replied and nudged me lightly on the arm. I looked up at his face and there was a deep intensity in his gaze. I felt my stomach summersault and my brain freeze up for a few seconds. This was Jacob, there was no chance he could be flirting with me. I had to stop imagining that he was; because I was still hung up on Edward. I tore my eyes away from his and admired the beautiful sunset in front of me. This cliff top really was something special. We sat there quietly for a few minutes until the sun had disappeared below the horizon. "I should get you home…" he spoke softly, and I could not miss the disappointment in his tone.
A/N: Please review guys! I hope you all enjoyed Chapter Seven and the growing romance between Bella and Jake. Any comments in favour of their relationship or against? Give me an idea if any of you would like to see them eventually together? Also what do you think is going on with Bella's dreams? Sorry this chapter was so short too. xx
