Disclaimer: I was in the dining hall and there was a restaurant thingy called "Bella Tratitoria" and I walked up and the waiter person asked me what I wanted, and I said, "Can I have Twilight?" and the person was, "Um, I can't give you a time of day," and I was like, "LMAO!" and thought, 'You're crazy, lady, if you don't know about Twilight,' and I asked, "What do you have, then?" and the crazy lady listed a bunch of boring inedible human food items, and I was like, "Do you have blood?" and she looked at me like I was crazy, and I thought, 'YOU'RE the crazy one,' and when she stuttered, "Wh…wh…what?" I said, "You really don't know about Twilight, do you?" with a shocked expression, and I was like, "Can I have Edward?" and the lady was like, "How do I know? Is he your boyfriend or something?" and I cracked up and was like, "No, he's Bella's soul mate," and she was like, "Why do you want someone else's soul mate?" and I was like, "You see, he thinks he doesn't have a soul…" and she was like, "Stop wasting my time," and I screamed hysterically. I sang, "Twilight is the truth of the world! Twilight is the truth of the world! Let it be known: sparkling vampires are real! Volturi, come force me to either die or be changed so I can be changed! I am revealing the secret, so now I have to be changed! Yay me!"

The point of the story: I don't own Twilight, because if I did, everyone would know about it, especially if they worked in a restaurant called "Bella".

Ok this didn't really happen, but I fascinated about it happening.

Ch.9

"We have to leave soon if we want to save Kate," Jasper said.

Yesterday, the Cullens had started packing. Honestly, they didn't have to take that much with them. The only necessity was for them to take the items that had the potential to expose them for who they are beneath the mask. They didn't need boxes, although Alice did need ten suitcases to fit her clothes…go figure.

"Alice, did anything change in your vision?" Bella asked.

Alice shook her head. "I haven't checked. Should I?"

"Of course!" Bella said.

"Okay," Alice said. Her eyes went blank as she zoned out. It seemed like she was staring into outerspace, but in reality she was analyzing images of the future that came to her like a video.

When Alice opened her eyes, both Alice and Edward looked confused. "It's blank…." Alice said. The eyes pixie face wandered around the room, her eyes seeming to search for an invisible reason that she would never find.

"I don't understand…" Alice said. There was a slight tinge of despair in Alice's voice. "Does this mean she's dead? Why can't I see Kate?"

"I don't know," Edward said.

Carlisle walked in the room. "Is everybody ready to get in the car?" he asked.

Everybody nodded in unison. Besides the front door was an entourage of suitcases waiting to be piled into the Cullen cars. Within thirty minutes, the Cullens were in their cars and driving towards Alaska.

Bella sat in the front seat next to Edward. It was amazing that Edward didn't get into a car accident – Bella and Edward were staring at each other, trapped in a lure of the others' eyes. They were caught in a maze, or destiny. Bella's choice, Bella reasoned, was just a pawn. Bella was just a piece on the chessboard, but she was meant to be with Edward. How could it be any other way? She was almost sure that they would have ended up here, on the road to the future, even if Bella hadn't pulled her dangerous little stunt.

Bella misses Charlie, of course, and she is afraid the werewolves will kill Edward, or her cousin, Kate, that she doesn't even know, but already cares about so much. Her still, silent heart seemed to have opened up, somehow grew during the transformation, and even when faced with temptation, Bella came out of it a stronger person.

"What's going to happen?" Bella asked. Her voice trembled the slightest bit. Most people wouldn't catch on, but Edward did.

"I don't know," Edward said. "I wish I could tell you that I did, that I knew for certain that everything would turn out alright. I'm not Alice." He said that, knowing that would make Bella laugh, which would make her feel better, if only for a transient moment.

Bella did laugh, and it reminded her why she was here; it reminded her how much she not only loved Edward, but Alice, Jasper, Rosalie (yes, even Rosalie), Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme as well. It reminded her how much she would be devastated…heartbroken, don't mind the pun…if she lost any one of them. If any of them died, she could not follow. Where they would go, even Bella did not know. She hoped that they would go to heaven, if they died, that their sacrifice, their attempt to live like a human instead of a monster, would pay off in the end. In truth, Bella was almost as confused as Edward. She had no way of knowing, and, she didn't care as long as she had Edward.

Suddenly Bella was all the more determined. She would protect Edward, no matter what, because a world without Edward wasn't worth living in.

Their car crossed through the Canadian borderline after about an hour line. Two more hours, at the rate Edward was driving, they would be entering Alaska's borderline.

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Jacob, still roaming the Alaskan woods in his wolf form, did not know what to do. On one hand, he thought, 'Vampires were disgusting, evil creatures. I don't believe that they can deny their nature. It's who they are, and they're monsters. I'm a werewolf, and my purpose on the universe, basically, is to destroy vampires.' On the other hand, Jacob would have to be crazy to attempt to ignore the pull of the imprint. Losing Bella had torn Jacob's heart to shreds, and Bella hadn't even been his imprintee. Even if Jacob did know what to do, the problem remained that he didn't have any clothes. If he shifted back to human form, he would be naked, and besides the fact that it would be embarrassing, he did not want to expose himself – to be naked and vulnerable in front of a bunch of vampires didn't sound like a good idea.

Later that day, the she-vampire returned to the woods. Jacob could smell her wandering around. She wasn't moving as fast as Jacob knew vampires could run, so he figured that she wasn't hunting. Jacob had an idea: if the she-vampire was dead, then the pull of the imprint wouldn't be strong enough to drive Jacob crazy. Of course, the pull would vanish if he himself died, but Jacob was not a masochist. (A/N: I had to put that in, lol! That's the reason Team Edward trumps Team Jacob!) From time to time, Jacob could act selfless, but he wasn't stupid. Although, Jacob wasn't that fond of the idea of becoming something entirely else; surrendering himself to an idea. In all honesty, although the image of the she-leach had eclipsed his mind and heart, he still hadn't quite gotten over Bella, and he didn't think that he ever would. He didn't even know if he wanted to, but he knew that if he remained in Alaska any longer, he wouldn't have a choice.

The powerful feelings that were pulling Jacob towards the she-vampire would take over soon. He wouldn't be able to help himself. He was just a seventeen-year-old kid; he didn't have the best of self-control.

"Hello?" he heard a smooth, sing-song voice. Jacob turned around and saw an angel wearing a yellow dress, dark, wavy black-brown hair wrapping around her lithe body like vines. 'Wait a minute, that's the same vampire I saw earlier today,' Jacob realized. He quickly turned away, ashamed to realize that he had been gawking. He wondered what she saw and if she realized that Jacob was more than just a wolf. What did she see in his russet fur and his bright blue eyes, the eyes that just a few seconds ago were staring into her golden hazel eyes? Were the eyes truly the window to the soul? 'That's bullshit,' Jacob thought. 'You can't tell someone's thoughts, their history, what their afraid of, and what they love, just by leering into their eyes. It's either ludicrous, or everyone has psychic potential. I say its bullshit.' All at the same time, Jacob wondered what it was he saw in her eyes. A glint of something, some intense sadness, mixed with confused passion. Or is that just what Jacob wanted to believe?

"I'm Kate," the she-vampire said in a beautiful voice. Jacob hated himself for thinking these thoughts about a person who must be evil, immoral. He hated himself for feeling this way, but he couldn't push the feelings away, either. Not while Kate was standing in front of him, staring at his fur with those gentle…wait, gentle?....eyes of hers. No. It was impossible.

"I can bring you clothes," Kate suggested. So she did realize what Jacob was. 'If she knows, then why doesn't she hate me? Why don't I hate her?'

Jacob nodded. Other than howling or growling, he had no other way of communicating with the pale goddess…what?....while he was in his wolf form.

"Okay, I'll be back in thirty minutes. An hour, maybe. Then you can shift back and tell me your name," Kate said in a voice that was almost hypnotic.

Time passed. The woods seemed empty and dull, overtaken by the absence of Kate. Kate. Such a beautiful, simple name. It suited her, Jacob realized. 'What if I don't want to ignore this?' Jacob asked himself. It was hard not to hate her. It was hard, because the prejudice he was taught was so powerful. He wanted to try, though. Maybe he could give Kate a chance. If she broke his heart, then it would be easier to ignore the bond of the imprint. Or would it make it harder?

Either way, Billy would probably disown him. Sam might try to kill him. Sam might even try to kill Kate. 'Here in Alaska, no one can touch me. There's no reason I shouldn't try this out,' Jacob rationalized, although there were a multiple of reasons. Jacob knew three things for certain: One, Kate was a vampire. Two, Jacob was a werewolf, and it was built into his nature to kill vampires, and he wasn't entirely sure the instinct would ever completely die down, even if he did embark on a relationship with Kate. Three, even in Alaska, his pack could hear his thoughts, and Jacob would be crazy to attempt to ignore the lust to shift. No one can go more than two weeks without shifting without going insane, at least that's what the legends said.

He wasn't in love. That wasn't what imprinting was, or at least, not quite. No, imprinting was more than love. It meant that a very long time ago, it was written in the books that Jacob and Kate were meant to meet each other; to get to know each other; maybe more….

And Jacob could try to fight fate, but he wasn't sure if he would succeed….

To Be Continued…