Part 5
Jacob's POV
I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach.
First everything was going alright, Bella seemed almost happy, sitting in my arms; but when I caught the scent of the vampire outside of her house. She saw the bloodsucker's car, she was overjoyed. She had begged to go back.
Then Charlie came home, and he was subdued. I could tell from his face that he was still upset about Harry.
I watched as Bella came in to ask if the vampire, Carlisle, wanted any thing to eat, then went back into the kitchen to finish the spaghetti they were having for dinner.
Now the vampire had left her house. I stood watch over the house to see if he would come back.
I wasn't that surprised when he appeared across the yard. He looked as if he smelled something bad, not that I didn't smell him, and the sickly sweet smell coming off him.
He seemed to be following his nose; following it straight to me.
As he approached me, I stiffened, the hair on the back of my neck rising.
"Don't worry. I'm Carlisle Cullen." I knew this, but I still didn't relax. "I wont hurt anybody, if you can please phase?" as he said this I felt a growl coming from me. "So we can talk," he added quickly, seeing my tense position.
I thought this through for a second. Could I trust him? I decided I could; he had worked at the hospital where he had tried to help my mom and dad after the accident, with Sam, Jared, or Paul in the room at all times.
I strode behind a tree, and pulled my shorts on my now human legs, and went back to talk to the vampire.
"Okay, why are you here?" I said, cutting all the formalities, and getting to the punch.
He looked at me for a second, "personal matters. Why are you here?"
"Protecting Bella Swan from the likes of your kind."
His eyes widened in shock at the words, "what do you mean?" obviously he didn't know about the scum hanging around Forks.
"I mean, that there has been two vampires in the area since you and your family left," I spat out the last few words. I still hated Edward for what he did to Bella; at this thought I had to repress a shudder.
"What?" He sounded thoroughly shocked by the news, then he became serious, "what do they look like?"
I thought back to the times the pack got close to her, and the time we showed that idiot Laurent who controls the area, remembering their appearance. "Well one of them was male and had black hair, red eyes; but him we killed in a meadow in the woods, about five miles away from the I-ten. He was on the hunt and there was someone in the meadow."
"Who?"
My answer came involuntarily, "Bella."
Carlisle slapped himself on the forehead, muttering something about, "he's going to kill himself." Then he turned back to me, "And the other?" I thought I could hear some kind of understanding in his voice.
"Bright red hair, cat-like, and red eyed as well."
"Victoria," he hissed under his breath, putting his hands over his eyes and shaking his head.
After a minute of thought, he spoke again, "leave here, I will watch over Bella."
I looked into the light gold eyes, judging from the color he had fed recently. I nodded, and vanished, heading in the direction of La Push. I made a deal with myself that I would go and visit Bella in the morning.
