Okay so I'd like to reiterate something: this is NOT a Leah and Jake "Blackwater" story. This story is STILL about Jacob running into a [slightly] grown up version of Renesmee, and then him imprinting then, and realizing that Bella never died. BUT you have to be patient. Leah will still be around for a while. Also, i kno this chapter isn't really realistic, but vampires and werewolves aren't exactly realistic...and I think that Jacob and Leah can handle themselves, so they aren't in any danger. You'll see... ;)
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Chapter 8
Leah ran ahead of me for a few miles, and tried her best to ignore me. I could see her trying hard not to focus her mind on any one thing for too long. But I saw the exact moment she figured out why I wanted to go to Florida. I watched as she dug her paws into the ground to come to a halt. I jumped out of the way to avoid colliding with her.
Florida! That's why! Because it's sunny! She growled.
I don't know what you're talking about. I sighed, as I continued to walk foreword.
Leah growled again and leapt in front of me. You just don't want those leeches able to find you or something?
No! That's not it! I shook my head, fiercely denying the truth.
Yes, it is! She snapped.
Whatever. I growled, before turning away from her.
Jacob, why are you going to Florida then, really? She asked, as she watched me go.
It's nice. I shrugged.
It's nice, she repeated, AND sunny.
So.
Ugh! She huffed and sat down. I turned around to look at her.
What are you doing?
I don't want to go to Florida! You shouldn't be running away from these damn parasites!
Fine. I said simply.
Fine? What?
Fine. Don't go. I shrugged. I didn't ask you to come anyways.
I both saw and felt the pain on Leah's face and in her mind the moment I said it, and I immediately regretted it.
Leah—
Screw you. She sneered, before turning to run. I knew she was pretty pissed at me, but I refused to let her run off by herself. The last thing I needed was anything to happen to her. So what I was about to do could only piss her off more.
Leah. Wait.
Automatically, her legs locked up, and she stopped, snarling and cursing at me the entire time.
Just—would you listen to me for a second? I tried getting a word in, but her continuous stream of profanity was making it impossible.
No! Unless of course you MAKE me!
I shook my head. She was always stubborn.
I am not. She snapped.
I'm sorry. You're right. Sort of… Before she could question me, I tried to show her my thoughts and feelings. The pull had been intensifying, and I couldn't understand why I would feel like wanting to go back to Forks, knowing it held nothing for me.
Oh. Wow. She said. Maybe the Cullens could—
-I don't care. I have nothing more to do with them. I tried to keep my voice under control.
Leah was silent for a few moments before she spoke. Maybe it's your people…they need you. They need us. I mean, we are kinda turning our backs on them.
No. I shook my head. They have Sam, and everyone else.
Maybe. She shrugged. So, what are you going to do?
Keep heading far away. I want space from the Cullens and from this weird feeling…
Alright I guess.
I gave her my best wolf grin, glad she wasn't going to be as difficult. She just rolled her eyes before trotting next to me. We ran for a few miles in silence. Both of us were deep in thought, so we didn't mind it. We ran most of the day, and stopped a few times to use the bathroom.
Look. Leah nodded ahead of us.
Thought we had the protection of the trees, they were beginning to thin, and I could make out the dark outline of a small farmhouse. It was old, and the red and white paint was beginning to fade. There was a smaller wooden log cabin near it, and about 50 yards from it was a house in slightly better shap.
Think anyone lives there? Leah asked. She and I slowed down and came to a stop.
I don't know. But if not…I could see her thoughts were on the same trail as mine. If this was an abandoned property, we would crash here for the night.
Yeah, let's see. She nodded.
When we were both dressed, we walked onto the dirt path that lead to the house.
"Should we knock?" I asked, looking at Leah.
She rolled her eyes, and knocked three times on the door. There was a shuffling on the other side, before the door opened to reveal an old man. He looked to be about in his mid 60's. His hair was graying and thinning at the top of his head. He wore glasses, which were thick and black. The blue and white thin striped shirt he had on under his black trousers completed the farmer image I had in my head. I bit down hard on my lip to resist the urge to laugh. Leah glared at me.
"Oh, why, hello." The man peered up at us from his spectacles.
"Hi." Leah smiled at him.
"Who is it, Lawrence?" Someone in the house called out.
"People, Martha! Can you believe it?" He shifted his gaze to me.
"Sorry about that. You see, we just don't get very many visitors. There's no neighbors for miles around."
"Oh." I managed to say, nodding.
"Well, do they want to come in? Ask 'em Lawrence! Ask 'em if they hungry!"
Lawrence rolled his eyes before smiling sheepishly.
"I'm sorry 'bouts my wife. She loves us some company." Before we could get a word in, Lawrence spoke again. "So, what are two chill'n like yourselves doing all the way out here?"
"Um." I racked my brain, trying to come up with a sane, human answer. Having no car didn't help any alibi sound believable.
"We're on the way to Florida, to visit my family." Leah interjected. "But—you see, our car broke a few miles back…"
I stared at her with shock. Where did she get so good at this?
Lawrence's eyebrows immediately furrowed together. "Aw! That's horrible! It's too late at night for you two youngins to be walking miles away in these parts."
"Well—" I started.
"Well nothin! Me and Martha, you see, we got ourselves a little log cabin in the back there—you two are welcome to use it for the night. There's no other places for miles around, and you two ain't going to be a'walkin at night. Nope. Nope." He shook his head furiously, refusing to take no for an answer.
Leah and I exchanged glances.
"Thank you so much, you are so kind." Leah replied.
"Yeah, thanks." I mumbled.
"Why don't you get settled in…here," he dug into his pocket, and retrieved a key, "here's the key. You gotta hold the handle up and shove it a lil to get the door open…it's a bit uneven, I've been meanin' to get around to fixin' it and whatnot, but time always escapes me, you see."
"We understand." Leah nodded.
"Yes, yes, so, you two go put your things down, and Martha will have some dinner ready. Ya'll come back and eat! Ya'll look starved! If you don't come, Martha'll go down there and get you herself. She don't want you going to be unfed, you see."
"Okay." I nodded, unsure.
"Aright! I'll be seein' ya'll." He smiled again before closing the door.
Leah and I turned to stare at each other.
I know that was a crappy ending to the chapter, but idk how else to end it. lol. And do you see what i meant? I woudln't recommend anyone just randomly going to spend the night at anybody's old abandoned property-especially in the middle of nowhere! ahha. but i think that jacob and leah will be okay. they can handle it! ^_^
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