A/N: Hey guys...it's me again! *random guy in crowd shouts in protest* Oh, shut up, you. Hehe, well, here is the next chapter of Eclipse of the Eyes. It is in Jared's point of view, and it's a longer one (his always seem to be way longer than Kim's). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :-) OH, THIS IS SEMI-IMPORTANT: I will be putting the link for the outfit that Kim wears on the date (yes...they do go) on my profile so check it out please :-)

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Also thank you to LadyAmazon for being my 100th reviewer...I think (correct me if I'm wrong people). You get absolutely nothing—except the satisfaction in knowing you were the 100th reviewer (yeah, not gonna lie, that sounds like crap even to me). Anyway, THANK YOU!

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On to my favorite part

Disclaimer #1-I don't own any of the original characters, plots, scenes, etc. from the Twilight series. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Disclaimer #2-I also do not own the song In Fate's Hands. It belongs to The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.


Chapter Nine- In Fate's Hands (Jared's POV)

I remember a year ago I was standing in the crowd
Waiting for my chance to break through, my chance to live again

Now it seems I've found some friends who finally understand what it takes
To make this dream come true, we'll be here till the end

I want to kill them. I'm going to kill them. No, I'm going to kill myself.

Being a werewolf, I don't exactly have pockets to put my cell phone, and communication is hard when all that comes out of your mouth is a bark. It wouldn't have helped anyway because—being the idiot I am—I had forgotten to get Kim's phone number during one of the numerous times we spent together.

I wasn't exactly sure how to explain my tardiness when I got to Kim's house. Yeah, there was no way I was missing this date. And if I didn't totally screw this up, I could finally call Kim mine. Mine…no one else's. I was already half-an-hour late! Sorry, Kim, I'm a little late because I had to, uh, you know, explode into a giant wolf. Maybe I could show you sometime. That'd go over great.

Sam, I'm leaving, I stated simply in my mind, knowing the rest of the phased pack could hear.

You still have to patrol another forty minutes, Jared, he thought back like the ass he is. And I heard that.

You were meant to.

Paul was laughing hysterically and literally rolling on the forest floor. Yeah, way to stick it to the man.

I don't even see why you still need me. You've already got Embry and Paul here. Just ask Jake to shift or something. I sighed mentally and began to calm down, ready to phase back.

Don't you dare, Jared, Sam scolded through the link, but it wasn't a direct order.

Too late.

As soon as I had my clothes back on I ran out of the woodlands of La Push with howling wolves at my heels. I smiled in victory when I burst through the line of trees.

I turned to look behind me just as the pack came to a sudden halt at the edge of the forest. Sam growled threateningly from the front. So he'd be pissed, but I didn't care at this point. Nothing was going to make me miss my date with Kim.

With a smug grin and a mock salute toward my alpha, I started running in the direction of Kim's house.

I wouldn't have time to go home and change, but since I had my fairly short moments of genius, I had worn what I planned for our date to patrol (well, it had been tied to my ankle at the time): regular, dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I had even dragged along a pair of black Adidas sneakers. Oh, the things I do for my little imprint.


I stopped for a second outside of Kim's door to compose myself. I braced my hands against my knees as I bent down, catching my breath. Every sharp inhale and exhale echoed across her silent porch, and my chest heaved up and down. I wasn't out of breath, not even a little, but it was a force of habit.

Breathing in deeply—preparing myself—I knocked firmly against her door. I strained my ears to hear movement, but they picked up nothing…except an even breathing with a steady rhythm that could only indicate sleep. I knocked again, including the doorbell at the end of my patterned wrapping: knock-knock-kno-kno-knock…knock-knock.

The door was flung open just as I pulled my hand away from the doorbell. A bleary-eyed Kim looked around confusedly, rubbing occasionally at her eyes. Oh, god…she had been asleep. She had expected me not to come. I almost turned to one of the two wooden poles nearby and banged my head repeatedly against it…hard. But then Kim spoke.

"Oh, um, h-hey, Jared."

"Kim," I started, "I'm really sorry I'm late, but you, uh, ready to go?" I finished asking by holding out my arm. I smiled brightly at her. Please don't be mad, say okay, yes…anything, I chanted in my head.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me grab my stuff," she replied still looking fairly sleepy.

I really am one horrible imprinter. This time I really did whack my head against the wooden pole trying to be moderately quiet.

I stopped mid-whack when Kim interrupted with, "Jared, what are you doing?"

I looked between her and the pole in front of me sheepishly. A light blush heated up my cheeks and ears, and I stuttered trying to explain my current position. I finally decided to go for the truth. "I was punishing myself for being such an idiot that I couldn't even show up on time to take the girl I really, really like out on a date," I mumbled stupidly.

Kim giggled. "Jared, it's okay. I'm happy you showed up at all."

I started shaking. Oh, God, not with Kim here. But I was so angry. How could she think that? Of course I would show up. The only reason I wouldn't come was if I was dead. Maybe even then. I wanted something tangible that had caused those thoughts so that I could rip it apart…fiercely.

Stop it, Jared, I told myself. You hurt Kim, and I will personally kill you myself. See, I really am going nuts. First, I turn into a werewolf and then I'm threatening myself (although this is a threat I would most likely find a way to go through with if necessary).

"So, will you finally tell me where we're going?" Kim asked quietly.

Her voice snapped me out of my silent rage, and the violent shaking that had reduced to slight shivers completely halted. "No." I smiled at her. "It's still a surprise, and it will lose the effect if I tell you before we get there."

"Ah, that's where your plan has failed," Kim teased. "I don't see a car anywhere. How do you intend to get us there, oh man of brilliance?"

Shit, I hadn't thought of that. And here I thought I was on a roll tonight, but of course, like every intelligent person, I was hit again by a stroke of genius.

"We'll steal Paul's ride. He lives right down the street, and he has a awful tendency to leave the keys in the car's glove box." I turned to Kim and took her tiny, soft hand in mine. "He says that no one steals anything in La Push. I guess he didn't count on us and the desperate measures we'll take when in need."

Kim laughed and I chuckled right along with her as we ran into the dark, intent on high jacking Paul's precious baby.

Shake it, break it, get off your feet
Come dance with me and don't you fake it

Shake it, break it, get off your feet
Come dance with me and don't you fake it

"Kim, you look beautiful," I said breathlessly as I helped her into Paul's truck (it's like the only vehicle allowed in La Push is a rusty pick-up truck).

Her shiny, raven black hair fell naturally around her face, and she just looked utterly adorable in her little moccasins. Her dark amber eyes stood out against the pitch black of the evening. Her light brown skin looked so…so-so….

God, I couldn't even form a coherent sentence as my large hands came in contact with the soft skin of her waist where her white cardigan and teal tank-top had ridden up. My mouth dropped open and my breathing all but stopped. She was so warm and tiny and fragile. I could…I…what if I-I hurt her?

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt as Kim shifted around to look at me. This movement caused my hand to slide slightly higher under her shirt so it rested by her ribs. Oh, God. Bad thoughts, Jared, bad thoughts. Let's just say that if anyone else thought about Kim the way I was, he wouldn't be living for much longer.

"U-Uh, Jared, w-what's wrong?" she asked, trying to appear calm, but I could tell by her shallow breathing that she was anything but.

"Nothing." I shook my head and finished helping her into the truck. "Nothing," I repeated softly.

Kim didn't say anything as I got into the driver's seat, but her bright blush told me that she was still thinking about before. I reached out and took her hand, rubbing my thumb lightly across the back and smiling comfortingly.

I had already screwed up multiple times on this date, and it was only a few minutes into it. Great start, Jared.


"Where are we, Jared?" Kim asked, bewildered as she reached for my arm to steady her when she hopped out of Paul's rather large truck.

The golden feather earrings that she wore jingled slightly and the heart locket she had on bounced around her neck. Man was she beautiful—like a little angel.

Great, my palms were sweating. Why were my palms sweating? I subtly wiped them against my jeans and reached for her hand. I gulped slightly as her fingers intertwined with mine. I don't think I've ever felt so nervous. Would she like what I had planned? What if she didn't? Oh God, oh God, oh God.

"Um, well, this," I said, motioning to the faded brick building that we stood in front of, "is an old warehouse."

"I can see that," she replied, laughing.

I made her laugh! Score one for Jared. "Ah, yes, but this is an old warehouse where they set up the La Push Art Exhibition. It's only about the second or third one, so it's not very popular yet. I thought that you might like it, though," I said, looking at the ground. "We don't have to go. If you'd rather do something else—"

"No, Jared," she said, interrupting me, "this is so cool. I've never been to something like this. Let's go." She practically dragged me through the front doors. She couldn't have done it on her own, but I just chuckled as I let her pull me through the crowd of surprised people to the first painting.


We continued through the exhibit until we were almost to the end. I kept glancing at Kim worriedly as we neared what I hoped would be the highlight of the night.

A small throng of people surrounded the exact drawing I was so anxious to see. They were all smiling and talking to the people beside them happily. I took this as a good sign.

"Hey, um, let's look at this one." I stopped Kim as she moved to pass over the picture and gathering of onlookers.

"Okay."

Shout and scream my friends, connect with me and we'll pretend
This night will never end (whoa oh) this night will never end
Just let go, you'll see together we'll do anything
This night will never end (whoa oh) this night will never end

Kim's reaction was exactly what I was hoping for as she looked at her drawing of me in wolf form up on the wall next to all the other paintings. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open.

"How did you—what—when—?" Kim stuttered.

"Well, I'm pretty close with the elders, so they allowed me to put your wonderful drawing up with the others. Of course, they also agreed that it deserved to be up there. I think you know what. I kind of…took your drawing from your portfolio at school. Please don't be mad at me," I pleaded with her.

"How could I be mad? This is the best thing anybody has ever done for me."

She turned to me and gave me a warm hug. I was startled at first, but quickly pulled her tighter into my chest. She pulled away to give me a kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I touched a hand to my burning cheek. Oh, I'm such a loser. She had only kissed my cheek, yet I was acting like a lovesick teenage girl. Who am I kidding? I was hopelessly in love with her.

She giggled slightly, turning back to her drawing.

"You mean Kim drew this?" a voice asked doubtfully.

"Yep." I smiled proudly and turned toward the voice. My smile dropped as I made eye contact with Kieran and her friends.

"Well, then why is it in the exhibit?" she asked viciously.

"Because it deserves to be," I said through clenched teeth. My entire body vibrated.

"I disagree." She flipped her hair nonchalantly and walked over to the wolf drawing. "I think that maybe it shouldn't be up here at all," she stated and proceeded to take the drawing down, dropping it on the floor. The glass over the sketch shattered and spread across the floor.

Kim bent down and took her drawing out of the frame. She hugged it to her chest so that no one could see it. By that time, the mingling had stopped and all eyes turned to us.

I was always raised to never hit a girl, but Kieran had me wishing she was a guy so I could beat the crap out of her. My body was quaking. I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm myself down before I phased in front of all these people.

"Um, Jared, why don't we just go?" Kim said quietly, touching my arm gently.

I nodded and placed my hand on the small of her back, leading her to the exit. I didn't look back.

Shake it, break it, get off your feet
Come dance with me and don't you fake it

Shake it, break it, get off your feet
Come dance with me and don't you fake it

Kim and I sat in silence as we both ate our ice cream. I felt so awful that the mint chocolate chip ice cream didn't even taste good. The date was going so well, and then Kieran had to ruin it. I was just waiting for Kim to tell me that she wanted to go home and never see me again.

"You know it wasn't your fault, Jared," Kim mumbled. "Kieran was just being mean as usual. And I really appreciate what you did by putting my drawing up there. I know at least some people liked it."

"How can you still make excuses for her?" I asked angrily. "She wasn't 'just being mean'. It was just spiteful, and she was jealous." Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair. "How can you make excuses for me? I brought you on probably the worst date ever, and you're still being nice," I finished in a whisper.

"Actually," she said, laughing lightly, "this is the only date I've ever been on, so it'd be pretty hard for it to be the worst."

I chuckled, but it was forced. "Yeah."

"I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Oh, Kim, I'm not mad at you." I sighed. "Come on, let's get you home," I muttered, pulling her to stand beside me.


We pulled up to the curb outside Kim's house, and I shut off the engine. I got out and ran to the other side (at human speed, of course) to help her out.

I held her hand as we walked up her porch steps. We turned to each other when we reached her front door. Man, now the awkward good-bye-do-I-kiss-her-or-not? moment. I wanted to…so bad.

"Well, thanks for the date. I had a really great time," she whispered, blushing.

That only made me want to kiss her more. I just wanted to grab her and press my lips to hers. I was afraid that she'd push me away, and then I'd ruin everything.

"I really want to kiss you," I said dumbly.

"Oh, uh, w-well, I might not be very good at it." She fumbled with her words as blush covered her cheeks.

I just laughed. There was no way that was possible.

I moved closer to her. I slid one arm around her waist and placing my hand on the small of her back, pressing her against me. The other reached up to gently cradle her face in my large hand. I had kissed girls before, but I found myself wondering if I was doing this right.

Kim's eyes closed, and her warm breath fanned across my face lightly. Oh God. I could feel her smooth cheek heat up under my large hand. I leaned in closer…closer.

Finally, my lips touched hers. I swear electricity shot through me as her mouth brushed against mine. I pulled away sharply. My breathing was ragged and uneven.

"I told you that I'd be bad," Kim mumbled, sounding close to tears.

"No, no—that's not it at all, Kim," I answered quickly, pulling her chin up so that she had to look at me. "I think you're way too good."

I didn't give her time to respond as I pulled her into another kiss. I was being too forward; I knew this. But I just couldn't help it.

This time Kim pulled away, and I almost wanted to protest. It was time for me to go and Kim to get some sleep, though.

"Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?" I asked urgently. The cord around my heart jerked in her direction causing me to grimace slightly. If I was away from her for too long, it would most likely destroy me.

"Yeah, um, here's my number so you can call me," she replied, handing me a small slip of paper.

She gave me her number! I didn't even have to ask for it. I nodded my head vigorously. "Y-Y-Yeah."

"Well, goodnight," she said and kissed me softly.

"Uh-huh, 'night," I answered stupidly as she closed the door behind her.

I stood outside her house for hours after she had already gone inside. I listened as her breathing slowed and she fell asleep. I couldn't move. I was so in love with Kim that it hurt.

After a while I managed to make my way down her front steps, and after dropping Paul's truck off, I ran quickly into the forest surrounding his house.

Oh, wish I could thank you all for what you have done
And all of the things that you have shared with me
Oh, wish I could take you all too where I must go
Wish I could take you all I'll take you in my arms

Dance, get on the floor, shake, get on the floor, break, get on the floor

Dance, get on the floor, shake, get on the floor, break, get on the floor

Awe, isn't Jared quite the romantic werewolf, Paul teased as soon as I phased after my date.

As hard as I tried to block them, thoughts of the entire night still flashed through my mind. And I really tried hard not to think about the end of the date—about the amazing, wonderful, earth shattering, time topping….

So, Jared finally gets some action, Quil howled in his head.

Yes, and I don't see you getting any, I shot back. Can't you guys, just this once, try to ignore my thoughts?

We can't help it that you're shouting them at us. Embry laughed.

I can't wait until one of you imprints, I thought, growling lowly. Where's Sam? I asked suddenly.

He's back at his house, and let me tell you: he is not happy with you, Paul sang in his mind.

You know, Paul, you really make me want to hit you…a lot.

Go ahead. I dare you, he taunted.

I growled and pounced on him, roughly whacking him across the face with my huge paw. We rolled on the forest ground biting and growling and snarling. I bit into his shoulder, ignoring his high-pitched yelp. I released all my pent up anger at Kieran and her stupid, airhead friends.

Paul stopped fighting and went limp as soon as I thought that.

I'm sorry man, he thought sincerely, having seen my memories of what happened at the art exhibit. But don't worry about her. She's just a jealous slut.

I laughed. Thanks.

I sat back on my haunches and huffed loudly. My breath came out in visible puffs and evaporated into the chilly air. I looked around the small clearing. Both Quil and Embry came prowling through the bushes.

Guys, I thought hesitantly, could I ask you a favor?

They probably already knew what I was going to ask, but they simply nodded and waited for me to go on.

Could you maybe…watch out for Kim, you know, when I'm not there? I worry about her all the time if I'm away from her.

We've noticed, Quil mentally coughed, trying to hide his thoughts.

That's not as effective when it's in your head, Quil, and I'm serious, guys. I swear I'm going to have a heart attack someday.

I sighed and began pacing slightly, my tail flicking back and forth nervously.

You start to think about all the things that could happen. She could get hit by a car or…or robbed—mugged. She might get pushed down in the halls or even trip for God's sake. Hell, she could get picked on by the other kids!

My pacing sped up, and my breath came out in short, angry pants. They knew I was getting upset, and it's always dangerous when a werewolf gets agitated in wolf form because, well, they already exploded into an enormous creature, who knows what else they'd do.

It kills me, I thought, squeezing my eyes shut against the sharp pull in my chest.

Of course, we'll take care of her, Jared. We're brothers, Paul replied seriously.

Thank you, my answering thoughts whispered.

Shake it, break it, get off your feet
Come dance with me and don't you fake it

Shake it, break it, get off your feet
Get close to me and don't you fake it

I lifted my hand to knock on Sam and Emily's front door, but then thought better of it and pulled it down to my side. Again, I gave myself a silent pep talk and raised my fist only to have it fall limply at my side.

"Come on, Jared, he won't be that mad," I told myself.

"And that's where you're wrong," came Sam's severe voice from the now-open doorway. He motioned his head inside. "We need to talk."

I followed Sam into the kitchen where Emily was currently baking. Mmm, and man did it smell good.

"Hey, Em, can you give us some privacy. It'll only be a few minutes."

I could tell it was hard for him to tell her to leave as his eyes followed her figure intently into the next room. I sympathized with him, having experienced what it was like to be apart from your imprint.

"Jared, what you did today was wrong," Sam stated suddenly, meeting my eyes. "You should have listened to me and finished patrol."

My mouth dropped open incredulously. "You can't be serious. How can you of all people say that?"

"I'm alpha and—"

"Oh, please, don't even pull that card on me," I interrupted him. "You're the only other wolf who has imprinted—the only other one of us that understands what I'm feeling. The others can to the extent of my thoughts, but you actually freaking imprinted and you're yelling at me for missing patrol because I was going to be late for our very first date," I spit, disgusted.

"You could have talked to her, explained everything," he said simply, brushing my comments off.

"I couldn't 'explain everything' to her without telling her about the pack, and I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready to even think that for one second she might look at me as some sick monster and run away." I ran a hand through my hair. "How can you not understand that?" I practically whimpered. "She wouldn't have given me another chance, Sam."

Sam sighed loudly and looked toward the back door. "Jared, I get that your imprint seems like the most important thing, but you still have pack duties to attend to."

"God, Sam, she seems like the most important thing because she is. Just because your imprinting turned out to be totally twisted when it was on Leah's cousin doesn't mean that you have to make mine just as hard."

That was a low blow, and I knew it, but I was just so angry. I tend to say exactly what I think and not filter my thoughts too much.

"Sorry, that was uncalled for," I immediately mumbled.

Sam just stared at the table for a really long time. When he finally looked up I could see the defeated look in his eyes.

"No, um, Jared, it's fine." He cleared his throat. "I was a jackass."

I was dumbfounded. I'm pretty sure that Sam had never admitted something like this to anyone, except maybe Emily, but when it came to her she was always right and Sam…always wrong.

"I was frustrated that it was all so easy for you. You had no prior girlfriend that you were in love with. You met Kim the right way, became friends, and eventually asked her out. It all happened the way it was supposed to, the way it was meant to," he whispered quietly.

"It wasn't all that great. I imprinted on her as a freaking wolf, and I didn't even realize she went to our school until my first day back." I chuckled darkly. "I almost totally screwed it up when I didn't show up for school for weeks and almost missed our date. And, Sam?" I asked.

"Yeah," he responded, telling me he was listening even though his eyes continued to wander around the kitchen.

"You're happy now…with Emily, so why does it matter? If Leah knew about all this she'd understand."

Sam smiled sadly. "Maybe your right," he said, but still not totally accepting it. "Now, uh, get out of here. You don't have patrol, so go curl up under some nice girl's window." He grinned as he motioned with his head toward the back door. "And be quiet because Em's asleep."

I was out the door before he could even finish his last sentence, though I still heard it with my werewolf ears.

I'm reaching out here to show you what we've been through
I think there's something we can share, that's completely new
Or maybe I'm just insane
Shake it, break it, get off your feet

I fell asleep under Kim's window again. Just listening to her rhythmic breathing and knowing she was warm and safe had immediately lulled me to sleep.

I woke early the next morning and ran quickly to my house to shower and get changed. I came downstairs to find my mom and Rayen eating quietly at the kitchen table. The food smelled delicious, and I felt horrible that I hadn't been around very often, so I pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Uh, morning," I said awkwardly.

"Good morning, honey," my mom replied gently.

It was easier on the both of us that she knew of my phasing. I didn't have to explain why I never slept at home and came in at early hours. She never worried where I was, or yelled at me for never going to school. I knew it was hard for Rayen because she had no clue and probably wondered why I was never around.

"Hey, Rayen." I glanced over to where she ate her Cinnamon Toast Crunch wordlessly. "How's school been?" I asked lamely.

"You'd know if you ever asked anymore," she retorted sharply.

I locked eyes with my mom and could see that she was disappointed in me for not being a better brother—werewolf or not.

I got out of my chair and knelt by the side of Rayen's chair as she continued to munch on her cereal.

"Hey." When she still didn't look at me I moved her chair out and pulled her face around. "Hey, you know what I'm going through now has been hard on me too, but I promise to try my best to be the brother you deserve, alright?"

Rayen stared at me without saying anything for a while, and I was worried that she wouldn't forgive me.

"Alright," she whispered finally.

"How about this? There's this girl at school that I really, really like, and I want her to meet my amazing sister. Would you like to meet her?"

She nodded her head happily and smiled. "Is she pretty?"

"Very," I said, grinning back. "She really made an imprint on my heart." I looked over to my mom as I said this, hoping she would get the message. And she did.

Jumping out of her chair, she flew at me with her arms wide open. I stood and caught her as she slammed into me. I was now a few heads taller then her, so she had to stand on her tip-toes to whisper in my ear.

"Oh, finally, my baby has imprinted." She pulled away and spoke louder so that Rayen could hear as well. "What's her name?"

"Kim Connweller and she's absolutely amazing," I replied, falling victim to my quite frequent thoughts of Kim.

"I've heard the name, but I haven't met her. I bet she's just wonderful. Oh, well, invite her over. How's tomorrow night sound? Oh dear, what should I make? Jared, honey, what does Kim like?"

I laughed as my mom completely ignored me and just bustled around the kitchen frantically. I almost feel sorry for what I've gotten Kim into.


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