~Brooklyn's point of view~
I woke up to the sound of someone yelling. It sounded like Sam, but I don't know what he was yelling about. I chose to wake up before I went down. I changed my clothes, and brushed my hair. This whole time Sam had still been yelling at someone. I didn't know who pissed him off so bad, but the fact he has been yelling for around 10 minutes must have really pissed him off. I decided that it was time to go down, then I found out why he was yelling. Jacob was standing at the door, and when he saw me he tried to push his way through to me.
"You knew that she was going to dump me didn't you? You didn't talk her out of anything! I trusted you."
I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I didn't react to anything that he was yelling at me about.
"That's because she told me not to bother. She likes you Jacob, but she loves him. Like and love are two different things. I know this more than anything, and I am going to tell you this. Don't come here and blame me for something that you knew was going to happen. I am not here to take your blame, hell I'm not even here to like you. If it wasn't for my Grandfather bringing me back, I wouldn't be here."
This shut him up quickly. He didn't shake this time, and he just fell to his knees. I know that he was hurting but I had hurt worse. I turned around, and he reach to grab my hand. I turned on my heel quickly and slapped him across the face.
"Don't touch me!"
The others were looking at me as though I had two heads, and not being one of their own. I just growled at Jacob, and I watched him raise a hand to his cheek. I knew that he was pathetic enough to try and attack me once, and I'm not going to give him the chance to try again.
"B..But Brooke.."
"You do not call me Brooke. It is Brooklyn to you. I am tired of being hurt by you"
I knew that I was being harsh on him, but I didn't want to get hurt anymore. I turned away from him, and went back to my room. Once I got back to my room I heard Sam start yelling again, and I finally heard it die down.
"You can come back down now."
"Thanks, at this point I don't know how I am still being held together."
"Brooke, I am going to be serious with you for a second. I think that you should go see your grandfather. I know that you are still mad at him, but I think that if something happened to you when you were out on patrol he deserves to have a talk with you.
"I know that he deserves that. Your right. I might just go do that right now."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, I think that I am good. Thank you for offering Embry. I'll see you guys later."
They all waved to me as I walked out the door to go to my Grandfathers house. I didn't know what I was going to say to him whenever I see him. I came up on the small house in the woods, and something was off. It was almost too quiet. I walked into the little house not bothering to knock. What I found was to my own horror. My grandfather was lying in a pool of his own blood.
"Brooklyn?"
I heard him ask me weakly. He wasn't dead. I ran over to him quickly and propped his head up onto my lap.
"shhh Grandfather, please don't speak. You need to save your strength."
"You know better than I do that this is going to be the end for me. Don't lie to me."
I didn't know what to say because I knew that he was right. I felt the tears rolling down my face.
"I'm sorry that I didn't come and see you until now. Who did this to you?"
"You don't have to apologize sweet heart, I forgave you before you even needed to be forgiven. The monster told me that his name was Jared. Be careful of him, he is powerful."
I had started growling. How could he have done this. I looked down and cried harder. I watched as my grandfather's eyes got droopy.
"I love you Grandfather…"
"I love you toooo."
He took a large last breath and his head fell to the side. I cried even harder before I placed his head down gently and went outside. I phased instantly and howled. I couldn't help but feel that this was all my fault. I turned around, and had my tail between my legs. I could hear the others paws running up behind me. I cried, and I didn't even try to hide it.
"What happened Brooke?"
"M-My Gran-"
I was sobbing too hard to even speak at the moment. I felt someone bring their head near my neck. I didn't even know who it was, but I wrapped my own head around them and continued to cry.
The others must have walked into the house because I heard them whispering how terrible it was. I just closed my eyes sometime, and when I opened them I finally saw who was comforting me. It was Jacob. I backed away, and looked at him. He looked as though he was ready for me to yell at him. I looked at him and nodded, and slowly walked back into the house.
"Are you okay?"
"I should be, but the thing that killed him was Jared…."
This caught the others attention quickly.
"So that blood leech is behind this… He is going to pay. Once we catch him he will have a very slow and painful death."
I didn't argue with them. I still couldn't believe that this was happening. I turned and walked out of the house. What was I going to do now? I don't have any other family left to go to. I know that the boys are my family, but it's just not the same. I didn't know what I was going to do about everything.
"Brooklyn, I can have my father do the funeral plans. That would help, right?"
"You don't have to do that. I mean it would be nice to have a funeral, but that is way too expensive. I have another idea. Can everyone come out here?"
Once I knew that everyone else was out, I went back inside and phased back and grabbed the small amount of items that I had left in the house and took and sat them on the porch. I walked back in, and stared at my Grandfathers lifeless body. I went to the storage area of the house and got the Gasoline, and poured it everywhere. I didn't think twice before I pulled out a match that I found and threw it on the fire. I left the house and the others seemed to know what I was doing? They had phased back during the time that I was inside for.
"Are you sure about this?"
Jacob was asking me, and I just turned to look at him.
"I have nothing else left, and I don't think I want anyone else to come here and get blamed for knowing who I am and being murdered. I don't have any more family, so I couldn't be any more certain of what I am doing."
He nodded his head. It was nice that he wasn't going to argue with me right now. We all stood and watched as the house went up in flames. It was a good half hour before we heard the fire sirens going off in the far distance. Sam told everyone to pack up and leave. We all phased back, but instead of following the others right away, I stopped and stared one last time before I caught up with them. They had already made it back to Emily's by the time that I caught them. I didn't know how to feel at the moment. I had phased back as soon as I had reached the house.
"Oh sweetie! I'm so sorry. You can stay here for as long as you want. You will have all of us right here if you need us. You will find that leech loving bastard and torture him."
I giggled at this, and she looked at me as though she had two heads.
"I don't think that I have ever heard you get so worked up about something to call someone a bastard. Sorry it just surprised me. Thank you so much Emily."
I didn't even give her time to reply whenever I ran up to her and squeezed her in a giant hug. She seemed to be caught off guard for a small amount of time before I felt her squeeze me back. When we broke from the hug, I decided that I wanted to go to my room and be by myself for some time. I waved to the others as I went into my bedroom. I just collapsed under my own pressure. I fell to the ground and clutched my knees and cried. I couldn't stop myself. I had somehow made it over to the small corner that was free from items and just sat there. The others could probably hear me crying, but at the same time I really didn't bother to try and hide it. Everything had just shattered while I was supposed to have it in my hold. That bastard is going down. I don't know when it happened, but at some point I curled up into a small ball and fell asleep in the corner.
~Jacob's point of view~
I was so angry, and I didn't know how to express it.
"Hey Jake?"
I must have looked over at them too quickly with a hostile expression, as they seemed to all take a step back.
"I know that you are angry, but I think that you can go and tell your Father what happened and it will help a little bit."
Sam's voice wasn't full of harshness like usual when I got told something about my anger. He was seriously worried about me.
"Thanks Sam."
I didn't question him and ran out of the house. I used the woods to avoid everyone that was heading to the house fire, and made my way back to my house. When I reached the house, I was surprised that I didn't see my father sitting outside. I went inside the house to see him making himself some food.
"Oh hello Jake. Why are you here?"
"You really haven't heard about the fire have you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Brooke's house is burning."
I could see the shocked and worried expression on his face. I knew that he had no idea, but I could tell that he could read the look on my face.
"Why do I get the feeling that this isn't the only news that you have to tell me?"
"Do you remember me telling you about Brooke getting hurt from that vampire? Well that vampire went to her old house and murdered her Grandfather. She was the one that burnt it down."
I had never seen my father break down the way that he did. He started to cry, and I went over to him and rubbed soothing circles on his back. I didn't realize just how important Brooke's Grandfather was to him.
"Thank you for telling me Jake. I also know that you have been fighting with Brooke."
I nodded, it must have been evident whenever I come home in irritated moods all the time.
"Yeah, I really screwed things up with her."
"It is going to be really hard Jake. You know this. You had your heart set one someone else and you even told her that. Don't rush things right away. Now please can you let this old man be and go back to the others?"
I nodded and gave him his space. I knew that from his reaction that he needed his alone time from the world. I hated to give him the news. I went back to the house, and the others were all sitting having a meal. They didn't seem to notice that I had walked in, so I walked pasted them and went to Brooke's room and opened the door. She was lying in a ball in the corner. The position that she was in didn't look comfortable at all, so I picked her up and placed her on her bed, and covered her with her blankets. I listened to her mumble something that sounded like my name, but it could have just be me, hearing things. I didn't want to leave her just yet, so I stood there and watched her steady breathing. I didn't realize that I had grown so attached to her, even if it is just the imprint. I took my hand and brushed a small strand of hair away from her face. I knew that she would be angry if she knew, but I just had to touch her. I hated this feeling, and I think that I made her feel this way myself. I backed my way slowly out of the room. I know that I have no right to feel this way about her. She doesn't want me, and I didn't want her at the time.
I realized finally that I screwed up and I am going to have to fix it.
