hello. Here is chapter 10!!! hope you enjoy.
After millions of questions and having to make numerous excuses, I was finally able to leave the beach. Claire told me I could keep the clothes and I was grateful; I did not feel like walking back to Claire's to get my clothes. That would have required Claire or somebody to come with me which would have required me having to talk and I did not feel like talking to anybody at the moment. I was hurt, confused, and annoyed. I walked through the woods with my arms crossed; pondering on what I should do. About what? Exactly, I had no clue. I did not know how to get rid of my feelings. This bugged me to no end. I walked and walked until I was sure nobody would be able to find me unless I wanted them too. Maybe I could go through each of my situations that were causing my emotions to bounce around inside me. Okay first emotion: hurt, dejection, pain, and confusion. That was my reaction to Jacob Black. I did not want to think about him right now it would just make me more frustrated than I already was. I pushed him out of my head, but of course he did not go too far. My mind always rounded back to him; it was like a slide show that has a major malfunction and keeps changing back to the first slide. Second situation: people were hiding something from me. That's good, I'll try to ponder that one, but the only clue I had was Jacob and I had already refused to not think about him, so next emotion: Worry; my brother. Uh. My worry was not as bad as before, which I was grateful, but it seemed to grow a little after Tristan healed me. Another good thing that I was alone: if I had another mental breakdown; I certainly did not want anyone to see it. I probably would not be able to stop my worry until I had looked throughout that library, but I refused to go home. Finally I noticed my legs were beginning to become numb and weak, so I gave in and sat down near a tree. I came to a conclusion the minute I sat down, the only thing I could do at the moment. I let my emotions overtake me; they crashed over me like a wave, and than, I started to cry. I cried until the sun went down and I was covered in darkness.
A week had passed since the day at the beach. I had not seen Jacob in a week. I stayed home most of my time; too stubborn to admit I would like to see him again and than too scared to admit it either. As for the rest of them, I went to Emily and Claire's houses often, sometimes even Embry and Quil's. Some stuff had changed since a week ago, like Jacob had corrupted my mind for as far as I could tell and I was dying to talk to him again to see him again, but like I said; I was too stubborn to actually give in to my feelings and go find him. And now, I had grown so use to my brother's constant companion that whenever I saw him alone the sight looked strange; wrong. My sisters were being quiet about my brother's relationship and I was grateful. Quil and Embry told me all about the 'wolf' traits, like how they are always hot, how they can read each others minds when they phase, why they get so huge, and how they do not age as long as they keep phasing. My mother finally took the guards away and I could roam wherever I pleased without sneaking out. It was Monday morning and I was walking with Emma to class. We had just reached the outside of the palace wall, when she turned to me,
"You are doing it again." She told me, frustratingly. I turned to her,
"Doing what?"
"Going off into space; your eyes glaze over and you can't even hear me when I talk to you anymore." She said, scathingly.
"Sorry. I have a lot on my mind." Emma was looking at me with concern and I wished she would stop.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"Of course." She went on like she did not even hear me,
"I mean, we are all worried about the Tristan thing, but Serena it really is not that bad of a situation." Sure. You are not the one who goes into a hidden library every night to find some information about becoming immortal. And have another load of disappointment and more worry toppled onto your shoulders when you find nothing. That is what I would like to say to her, but I don't.
"I'm fine." I told her. Emma narrows her eyes at me and is about to say something else, when we see Kaye walking up towards us with obvious impatience.
"I'm so happy I found you." She said. Emma's attention was drawn elsewhere,
"What has got you so cheerful this morning?" Emma asked her,
"I would not call it cheerful, but anyway. Guess what I found out?" She said excitedly.
"What?" Emma and I ask,
"Well, do you know the new dressmaker?" Emma and I gave her knowing looks: of course we know who the Dressmaker was; Kaye continued unpaved, "Well, our Royal Dressmaker is Donella's aunt." She chirped. Emma started laughing,
"You have got to be kidding?" she said,
"Well, you can kind of actually see the family resemblance." I stated. "Does Danielle know?" I asked. Kaye smiled,
"Of course she does and she is pretty peeved about it too." Kaye answered. Once we reached the Class building, Kaye turned to go to her age group,
"See you soon." She called as she made her way inside the large brown building. Since Emma and I were close in age we did not have to part so soon, which gave Emma more time to ask me more questions,
"You would talk to me if you had any issues, right?" she asked as we walked down a small rocky path, passing other elves along the way. The royals never usually talked to the other elves. Sometimes, but rarely. It's not that we did not like the others or that we thought we were better; it was sort of like a clique type situation.
"Of course I would, but there is nothing to talk about." I told her reassuringly. She looked at my face for a while than quickly nodded, "See you later." She waved goodbye as our path split into a fork.
"Bye." I said as I made my way inside the brown building. As soon as the three hours of class was over a rushed out of the room with the other elves, I did not bother to stop and look for my sisters like I usually did, I just kept walking back to the palace. I was back inside in only a few minutes and I hurriedly made my way to my father's study. I had already explained to Tristan about Kaye showing me the library and he asked no further questions about it. I was almost there when I saw someone walking towards me. I almost groaned out loud when I saw who it was; Takan. He was my mother's Royal Advisor and I hated him more than anybody on this earth. He was slim, tall and had deathly black eyes; not at all like Jacob's. He also had long black hair down to his lower back and he gave me the creeps. And even to make the situation more comical or worse, he did not appear to like me either. He was two feet away from me when he met my gaze and smiled wickedly. I glared at him. I was almost about to groan again when he opened his mouth to speak as he passed,
"Serena," I reluctantly stopped walking and turned to face him, "there is something I am meaning to talk to you about." He was looking at me with amusement and when he did not speak anymore I said,
"What?" his grin widened,
"I have been getting news from anonymous subjects that you and a certain brother have been sneaking off late at night and not returning until late into the morning." I froze, "It may be none of my bus-." I cut him off,
"It isn't" He stared at me sternly,
"I would like you to tell me where you have been going." His voice was cold, hard, threatening.
"And if I don't." I challenged, he laughed,
"Actually it honestly does not matter because I will find out and so will your mother, I will have to tell her about this if you are ever to do it again. You know very well elves are not allowed to leave the kingdom." I glared at him, "especially a crowned prince." Anger hit me hard and an open door slammed shut near-by,
"Leave me alone and get out of my way, Takan." I hissed as I pushed him aside and started once again towards my father's study. I heard his laughter behind me and flinched,
"I would be careful, Princess." I heard him say, I did not even bother to turn around to even see what that comment meant. "So much anger and power could get you into trouble very easily," again I did not turn around, kept walking, his voice was starting to fade, "especially if someone is trying to take it from you." I stopped and whooped around,
"What?" I asked, but Takan had disappeared. I muttered a curse. Great. Something else to worry about. I thought as I started walking again. Was that supposed to be a warning? A threat? Or maybe it was both. I cursed again as I ran up the flight of stairs, through the door, and into my father's study. I knocked on the blank wall three times and as expected the wall slid open. Tristan was sitting at the round table, reading. He looked up at me from the book and smiled,
"Come see what I found!" he called. I quickly went to his side and leaned over his shoulder to see what he was reading. Tristan closed the book and shook his finger up at me, "Nope. I want to tell you myself."
"Tell me!" I said, impatiently. He grinned,
"Okay, I found out the only way for me to become mortal is if . . . well. . ."
"Spit it out, Tristan!"
"If a mortal sleeps with an immortal." He muttered. His face was turning bright red and I had to laugh,
"I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly. Can you repeat that?" I teased. Tristan's hand flew to smack me but I quickly dodged out of its way,
"Shut it." He muttered. I laughed,
"That is interesting news, Tristan, but not actually something to get excited about. I thought we were looking up ways to make her immortal."
"Well, if you would let me finish. . ." Tristan trailed off as he gave me an irritated look,
"Fine. Fine. Tell me the rest." I sat down and actually felt myself jumping up and down.
"Okay, I found two ways for Leah to become immortal, but I'm sure there are other ways, I'm just not looking hard enough." I started tapping my foot with impatience as I listened to his ramble. "And well the first one was about some sort of poison, but instead of killing you it does the opposite and it says there are certain ways to drink it and all this complicated stuff. I don't like that idea because if she makes the slightest mistake, she would die." Tristan's face had contorted in worry and fear for just considering it,
"Go on, tell me the other idea." I prompted, he grinned,
"Well according to this book," he raised the book up, "It says the queen always has the power to turn a mortal into an immortal; but she can only do it once." I stared at him; finally I rose up my hands; palms upward and weighed out the choices,
"Hmmm, let's see. Tell mother or drink a highly dangerous poison...I'd go with the poison if I was you." I told him. Tristan shook his head at me,
"I think it is time I told mother."
"Wait! Tristan if you tell her, she will probably will not let me go back to see any of them. There would be extra security surrounding me; watching me. Do not tell her just yet, please." He laughed,
"Or I could just not mention you at all," I smiled as that answer hit me than I sighed in relief.
"I knew there was a very good reason I loved you. But could you wait for at least another week before breaking it to her?" I asked, Tristan looked at me suspiciously before answering,
"Sure. But only a week." I nodded in agreement. Than I remembered my earlier conversation with Takan,
"Tristan, someone has been watching us leave the palace and that someone told Takan." Tristan stared at me for a moment than muttered a curse, "Tristan, what are we going to do?"
"How do you know Takan knows?"
"Because he practically threatened me on my way up here. Oh and he said something about someone trying to steal my magic. Can someone actually do that?" I looked at Tristan, questioningly. His face had contorted into anger,
"I do not know, but I'm sure there are ways. I think I should keep an eye on Takan, I never liked him, you know." I snorted,
"Neither do I."
"And if Takan is watching us than maybe we should not leave the palace for a while."
"A while? Tristan, no! It's already been a week and I still haven't seen-." I stopped myself and felt the blush work its way to my cheeks as I realized what I had just almost said. Tristan was watching me suspiciously again. I grinned, "Couldn't we just be more careful, please?" Tristan narrowed his eyes at me before saying,
"Fine." My heart was pounding in my chest and I could not get it to stop; the butterflies had also returned, great. Now I get butterflies when I even think his name. Pathetic. I smiled at Tristan,
"I think I'm going to go to sleep now. Night." I could feel Tristan's eyes on the back of my head as I quickly went towards the open wall.
As I made my way to my room, a decision popped into my head: I am going to Emily's house. And so that is what I did. I quickly went in search for Claire's jeans; I found them in one of my drawers and led them down on my bed. Than an idea came to my head which caused me to walk into my front room towards my closet. I searched through my gowns, dresses, and skirts until I found my least favorite dress. It was light blue and looked like just a normal plain dress with long sleeves that reached the knuckles on my hand. I ran back to my bedroom and threw the blue dress on my bed next to the jeans. I started looking for something sharp, like a knife or something in that range. I was frantically looking through all my drawers and shelves when I heard a noise in my front room. Tania! I ran to my front room and stopped beside Tania. She looked up at me from the pillow cushion she was picking up; he face was surprised,
"Yes, my lady?"
"I need a knife or a razor or a fabric cutter." Tania was looking at me funny,
"A fabric cutter, my lady?" I nodded, hastily.
She sighed and dropped the cushion she was holding and walked out the door. A few minutes later she was back holding a pair of scissors. Scissors! Why hadn't I thought of that? She handed them to me with a suspicious look. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek,
"Thank you!" I called over my shoulder as I ran back to my bed.
I grabbed the blue dress and started cutting near the waist line and started ripping some of the many fabrics off of the top until it was thin. When I was done, the blue dress was now a resemblance of Claire's shirt except it had long sleeves and the rest of the dress was strewn all over my bedroom in multiple light blue shreds. I would make an excellent human clothes maker. I mused as I slipped on the jeans and newly made top. I walked down the hall and hid behind a column while sticking just my head out,
"Tania," I called. She stopped picking at the cushion and turned towards me, "I'm tired. I'm going to retire for the night." I told her. She nodded,
"Good night." She replied. I backed away from the column and quickly went back to my bedroom and locked the door. I snuck out through the secret passage ways, silently hoping no one saw me as I ran into the cover of trees.
I opened Emily's door and walked inside. Emily was behind the counter cooking; she looked up and smiled when she heard the door open. She had a big sweatshirt on and I assumed baggy sweatpants; which was her usual outfit since last week. I asked her once why she started wearing baggy clothes and she told me they were comfortable. I walked over to her and sat down on the stool across from her,
"What are you making?"
"Soup for Sam, Quil, and Jared." She said as she turned away from me towards the stove. Than she added, "they're outside looking at the fence. Sam is thinking of putting up a new one."
"Where are the rest of them?"
"On patrol, I guess."
"Is Claire coming over since Quil is here?" before Emily could respond, I heard another voice behind me,
"No. She has exams to study for." I jumped half way off my stool and screamed; Quil caught me before I hit hard ground. Emily was trying not to laugh; I glared at her.
"Gosh, Quil! You could have given me some warning or at least made more damn noise!" I scowled at him, Quil only shrugged, than walked over to Emily's side and leaned on the counter top. When I got myself situated on the stool again, I turned to Quil, "So, why aren't you with her?" I asked. Quil rolled his eyes and replied,
"She thinks I'm a distraction." I laughed, but Quil looked put out by the situation. Jared walked in from the back door and sighed with frustration at Emily,
"Your husband is a complete nut!" he exclaimed at her, Emily smiled, but did not reply. Jared came to stand next to Quil and sagged onto the counter, "I just spoke to the others and they said they're coming over in a bit to talk to Sam about the sightings." Emily whirled around in disgust,
"You phased in my backyard again?!?!" she screamed at him as she started walking toward the back door while ranting, "I swear Jared if you messed up any more of my plants, I'm gunna. . . !"
"Chill, Em. I used a phone this time." He told her as he pulled a small black rectangle out of his pocket. Emily sighed in relief than walked back into her kitchen; she barely had any space to move around now that two werewolves were in it with her; Emily seemed to have noticed this too because she later exclaimed,
"Would you two please . . . get out of my kitchen!" I started laughing as Jared and Quil sagged their shoulders and came to stand beside me.
"So. . ." I said, trying to start a conversation. "What are sightings?" I asked. Before Jared or Quil could answer, Emily did.
"Sightings are when they find a vampire or sniff one or whatever it is werewolves do," Emily started shaking her head. "I swear if anyone ever heard most of our conversations they would send us to the nut house." She commented in exasperation, "oh boy . . . my life could honestly be a crazy reality show or better yet . . . I could write a book about my life and no one would ever get bored!" we stared at her for a while, than I said,
"It probably could." I told her, Emily laughed hysterically, than Sam appeared in the doorway,
"Hey!" he called. Emily jumped and splattered her soup spoon all over the counter, she groaned in frustration,
"Great, Sam! Just great!" Emily told him. Sam started to get a towel,
"I'll get it, Emily."
"No you won't. I will." She grabbed the towel form his hand and started cleaning the soup. Sam was staring at her with confusion on his face; I'm pretty sure everybody's expression mimicked Sam's. Jared spoke up after she was done,
"Uh . . . why so tense tonight, Emily?"
"I'm not tense." She snapped, Sam was slowly backing out of the kitchen.
"I think I'm going to go take a quick shower before dinner." Emily looked up at him,
"You do that." She said. Sam gave her a quick kiss on the head and than retreated like he had just set spark to a bomb, and disappeared down the hallway. I exchanged glances with Quil and than Jared went on explaining the answer to my question,
"Well . . . these sightings have been weird because I mean they aren't feeding on any humans and sometimes we see them just standing there like they are watching something or on guard. And there are at least three that keep doing this same thing."
"Watching something?" I asked. Jared nodded,
"Everyone is coming over tonight to talk about it and we are probably going to figure out what to do."
"This whole 'hunting down vampires' life style would be so much easier if the darn creatures had no brains." Quil commented. I looked up at him and smiled,
"Where would the fun be than if you could catch them easily?" I teased. Quil looked like he was thinking about it than replied,
"You're right. There wouldn't be any fun."
"So . . . Is Jacob coming too?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Emily stopped stirring her pot and turned to stare at me. Jared and Quil were staring at me too. "What?" I asked. Emily smirked than said,
"Yeah, I guess he is. Are you staying for dinner, Serena?" she asked. I shrugged,
"Only if I'm welcome." I replied. Emily's eyes narrowed and I felt my cheeks grow warm. Did she know? How could she know I liked him? I started to panic and smiled at Emily. Emily looked up at Jared and Quil,
"You two go watch T.V or go in the backyard while I talk to Serena." She said. They obediently walked out of the room towards the back door. As Quil passed me, he gave me a nudge in the back. Emily stared at me for a while before saying, "Do you like Jacob?" I knew the answer, but I was too surprised by the direct question that I did not answer correctly,
"What?" I said.
"Do you like him?" she asked again, I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Maybe if I admitted it, the attraction would go away. But what if I did admit it and the feelings became more strong and pronounced. I shook my head at Emily, who narrowed her eyes at me. I shrugged, when I got my voice back and said,
"Besides, even if I did like him, it seems like he hates me." Emily smirked than muttered,
"He can't hate you."
"What?"
"I said 'he cannot hate you'." I stared at her in confusion. What in heaven's name does that mean? Of course he can hate me, unless he was under some ridiculous spell where he could not hate anybody. That would be quite funny, actually. I was rambling on in my head when Emily sighed in frustration. I looked at her and her face was contorted in indecision. She turned her head towards the hallway than back at me and sighed, "I'm so going to get into trouble about this, but. . . Jacob imprinted on you." At first I did not comprehend what she said, but than the words seeped into my body; making my skin and bones feel hot.
"No he didn't" I whispered. Emily shook her head at me,
"He did." She told me as she moved around to my side of the counter.
"No." I said more firmly. "You cannot imprint on someone and be so cold."
"Jacob is kind of a difficult situation, but he did imprint on you. He loves you, but you just need to wait until he comes around and -." I cut her off,
"Wait?" I exclaimed, "You expect me to wait until he 'comes around'?" Too many emotions to deal with, I could feel I was on the edge of another breakdown. "Don't I get a choice in all of this? What if I don't want Jacob?!?" I could tell my voice was rising higher than I wanted it too, but I could not help it. Jared and Quil walked inside to watch the spectacle. I was up off the stool by now, "This is not happening. Jacob hates me. He obviously does not want to be imprinted to me!" I do not know why this information sent chills throughout my body. I could tell that this was not what usually happened with imprint situations by the looks on Emily, Quil, and Jared's faces. Jared and Quil probably accepted it right away, not even giving it a second thought, but Jacob must hate the idea of imprinting on me so much, and he is trying to ignore it. Well, I was certainly not going to wait around for him to decide if he wants to be imprinted to me or not. I have a choice. I did. If he wanted to deny it, so could I.
"It's more complicated than that, Serena." Emily told me, calmly. I heard the front door squeak open as I stated,
"I'm leaving." I looked towards the door and felt the familiar butterflies fly into my stomach as I saw who it was. Jacob stood before me, shirtless with just a pair of sweatpants on. I felt my cheeks warm and diverted my vision to the floor before I could loose anymore of my sanity than I already had. I started walking towards the door in which I would happily tell Jacob to move out of my way, but before I could, I tripped. Before I hit the ground, Jacob caught me and pulled me into his bare chest. I was angry and annoyed and now I was hot and I could not breathe and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was being practically squeezed. The smell of him drifted into my lungs and I could not think straight. I had to get out of this house before I forgot why I was mad and why I could not handle this at the moment, but than I realized it would not be so bad just to forget about everything and just focus on the beautiful human that was holding me in his arms. Jacob leaned forward and I almost thought he was coming to kiss me; my head spun just from the thought.
"You okay?" he asked. I shook my head, trying to scramble away from the heat of him. Jacob steadied me than released his hold. I staggered toward the door without looking back. Once I got outside, I started to run. I was thankful I had pants on because this would have been difficult. I ran through the trees towards my home, I ran through the secret passage way to my room. I ran out of my rooms, down the dark hallway to the kitchens. I ran towards the kitchen's basement and flew down the stairs. I ran until I came to the drink's storage room and fell on a heap on the floor and grabbed the first bottle of fairy wine I saw.
I have never been drunk before or even taken a sip of wine before, but I was guessing I was drunk on how everything felt numb and I was not thinking coherently. Jacob imprinted on me, I mused to myself and than I started laughing. Why should I be upset about this, I mean Jacob loved me and only me. This could be fun. Without deciding, I slowly got up and wobbled towards the stairs, accidentally knocking down some wine glasses in the process. I was amazed on how I succeeded in getting outside again. It started to drizzle as I started to walk towards La Push. I fell a few times because of the fact I was clumsy and apparently drunk. I started to laugh again. If only my mother and sisters saw me right at this moment. They would probably faint right on the spot. I laughed again. As I got deeper into the forest I could not feel the rain anymore; the trees were blocking the raindrops entrée. The trees were also blocking moonlight as well, but I just made some light appear and moved onward. I saw the trees start thinning out up ahead and realized the rain would probably hit me again, but I did not stop, I kept going. Where was I going, exactly? I thought to myself. I honestly had no clue, my feet felt like they had a mind of their own. I felt the rain hit my shoulders and knew that the reservation was not far up. The street came into sight and a darted across the road onto the sidewalk and started walking again; the rain fell harder, but I paid no mind to it. I was passing up houses and some small buildings and I started to wonder where I was, than something familiar came into view. Embry once told me what this building was and also told me Jacob lived there. Maybe that was where I was going; to Jacob. An apartment building, that's what it was. My feet had finally come to a stop and I noticed they were throbbing in protest. Well, you are the ones who brought me here, I scolded at them. Great, I'm talking to my feet. Next I'll be talking to my hands. I thought. And than I saw him, he was standing right outside of a door, watching me. No rain was hitting him and than I noticed I was drenched; the rain was falling a lot harder than earlier. He was still wearing the sweatpants, but he had put a black t-shirt on. The rain was starting to blur my vision and I quickly moved closer to get a clear view. He did not move while I approached. I stopped two feet away, still getting hit by the pounding raindrops, and looked up at him. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to touch him, to hold him, or kiss him. I stared at him for a while and I concluded there was no way I was going to be able to reach his lips without at least some of his help. But that did not mean I could not kiss him. I crossed the distance between us and started kissing anything I could reach. Jacob jumped back in surprise,
"Serena! What are you-." He grabbed my shoulders and easily pulled me back, "what are you doing?" I stared up at him in confusion and blinked in surprise,
"Don't . . . Don't you. . . .Don't you want me?" I asked. His gaze made me want to kiss him so bad. And when he did not answer I made to do just that, but he just gripped my shoulders harder.
"No, Serena." His voice was unsteady; and I suddenly saw longing in his eyes, but maybe it was my imagination. He slid his hands from my shoulders. I backed away from him into the rain again,
"But you're supposed to." I told him. He stared at me in astonishment, "kiss me." I moved towards him again, but he quickly gripped my upper arms holding me back. His expression looked like he was having a war go on in his head again and I suddenly realized what that war must be. I wanted to tell him he was pathetic and that kissing me would not harm him in the least.
"You're drunk." He finally said,
"I am not!" I protested.
"Yes you are." He told me, I pulled myself out of his grip only to move closer, but I did not move to kiss him again, instead I glared up at him,
"You are ridiculous." I spat at him. Jacob sighed than grabbed my arm,
"Come on. I'm taking you to Emily's." he started to pull me towards- I noticed
automatically- a car. I tried to wiggle my way out of his grip.
"I do not want to go to Emily's! Let me go!" I was upset, why couldn't he just kiss me? Jacob did not let go, he pulled me towards the car until I finally started screaming at him again, "There is something incredibly wrong with you!" I told him. I heard Jacob chuckle, than he turned around to face me,
"I know." He stated. He stared at me with the weirdest expression; the expression I have been dying to get a full view of. The look gave me goose bumps,
"Stop looking at me like that." I told him, he smiled than opened the car door for me,
"Get in." I stared at the open seat and suddenly felt something uneasy in my stomach and to my horror it was working its way up to my mouth. I quickly turned around just in time to retch onto the pavement. I wiped my mouth as I turned around and noticed Jacob had his arm wrapped around my waste and was pulling strands of wet hair out of my face. He was talking to me, but I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. I felt dizzy and unsteady; I probably would have fallen if Jacob was not holding on to me. Jacob seemed to have noticed this too because his grip became tighter. I looked up at him,
"I don't feel good." I told him as I felt my eyelids flutter than closed completely. and than I passed out.
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