Someone Like You

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AN: Yes, this is it! I hope that you like it, from here on it's just gonna get even juicier… and no, there's no sex in this story… unless, I want there to be, but for now. Nope!

Different Directions

Jevian's POV

I have never seen Savannah working so diligently and hard to reach her goals, her dreams. For the last five months, I watched as she poured herself into her work. One early spring, night, she told me that she'd been chosen for a photographic competition and that different editors of magazines around the Midwest were going to be the judges. She wanted to win a scholarship to the school of her choice. According to her, she wanted to become an award winning professional photographer for the National Geography. She wanted to travel the world and see life through the lens of her cameras.

She sounded so excited whenever she spoke about her passion. It filled me with pride, because I knew that she loved what she was doing. I was glad that we shared photography as a common bond. I had faith that she was going to win and if she didn't I would make sure that she had what she wanted. I would give her the life that she desired. Money was not an issue. I had plenty of it and if she wanted to travel the world; she would get it! Why? Because my Savannah was so talented! She was always asking me for pointers about perfecting her angles while taking pictures. She was already a professional. Her smile was painted on her face as she did what she loved. I taught her all I knew and I even brought a friend of mine from New York to help her with understanding what was important and how to capture the light around the object she was photographing. Michael Appleton was amazed at how easy it was to teach her. I tried to help her in any possible way that I could. For her fifteenth birthday, I gave her a 12.1 megapixel Nikon D2s DSLR. She enjoyed it immensely. The same afternoon of her birthday, her father came to pick her up and took her to the hospital. Leslie went into labor and had a son; Benedict Collin Brooks. When I got there, she was using her new camera to take pictures of her new nephew. I could see the joy on her face, as she watched Byron, Benedict, Brady and Leslie together.

"I want kids," Savannah said to me, leaning her head against my shoulder. "I don't mind adopting." she laughed. "They are going to be loved just the same."

"We can do that," I whispered, taking her hand in mine and giving it a gentle kiss. "Where do you want to go for honeymoon?"

"I've never thought of it," she said timidly, as she took her hand away from my grasp. "Disney? Bahamas? Alaska? Italy!"

"Italy sounds better," I said. "We can go anywhere you want."

"Good," she laughed. "Thank you for the camera."

"You're welcome," I said, inspecting her smile. My eyes were focused on her lips. Have they always looked so tempting?

Spending time with her made me understand how much I needed her in my life. I began to appreciate her little by little. It began like a gentle breeze, blowing through the leaves of a tree. It was slowly, but eventually the tide caught up with me and I began to fall for her. I couldn't let her leave work, without hugging her or giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. She was so sweet and she was constantly reminding me how much she loved me. There were times that I let my imagination soar high and I could picture myself with her. I didn't want to see it, but I couldn't imagine a future without her. To her, I was perfect; I had no flaws. My past mistakes were forgiven in her eyes. I wonder if she would feel the same for me in three years. I kinda hope that she would, because I couldn't imagine anyone that I would rather spend a lifetime with, than with her.

"What?" she laughed, as she cleaned the camera that I had lent her.

"Nothing, I was just looking at your pose, while you were taking the picture." I lied.

"I'm not taking any pictures. I'm just cleaning the lens." she laughed.

In reality, I was studying her face. She was growing into her skin. She felt comfortable and her walking wasn't so forced. She had a graceful strut that made me laugh. Because I've never seen her as a woman. Yes, she was a girl, but today for the first time in my entire life, I could see her as more than a girl. She was going to be my woman; every curve in her body reminded me of that. It was true, she was getting to me.

"I got something for you," I said, as I walked inside the room and stopped midway. "I hope that you like it,"

"Jay," she whispered. "You're spoiling me."

"Am I?"

"Yes," she laughed. "You gave me the laptop, the digital camera which I adore and now this."

"It's nothing special," I said, sauntering to where she sat and placing the gift on the table. "I hope that you like it."

"I will," she said, placing the camera that she'd in her hands on the table and took the gift. "Thanks,"

"Don't mention it."

"Oh, I can't take this!" she mumbled, as she opened the gift and pulled out an old fashion Nikon Fm10 35 mm. "This is your camera. Your mom gave it to you."

"Yeah, but I want you to have it." I said, grinning at her.

"Thanks," she said contently, as she stood up from her seat and carefully got on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. It was soft, but it held so much emotion.

"I-" I managed to articulate, but no words came out of my lips. All I could do was smile like an idiot. She returned the smile with one of her dazzling smile. My heart had never felt so overwhelmed with this strange feeling of love. I've loved before, but what I felt for her was different. It surpassed everything that I've experienced. I felt my stomach tightening and a herd of butterflies took flight whenever she placed her exquisite hands on my skin. She wasn't just another pretty face, she was more. She was the face of many possibilities in my life.

"I love you, Jevian Claramount," she said softly. I shook my head and exited the room.

Days, weeks, and months continued to pass by and my infatuation for her turned into fascination, then admiration, until it finally was love. I enjoyed every single moment that we shared together. Every day she would selflessly tell me that she loved me and I would believe her, because I wanted to believe that I wasn't expendable. I was made for someone. I wanted to believe that I was loved.

"Jevian," Savannah said one day. I turned to face her and saw her pure smile. My heart did a summersault in my chest and began beating fast.

"Yes,"

"I've a surprise for you." she said happily. She walked to me and took my hand in hers. They were so small and so beautiful in comparison to mine. "Here," she said softly, as she placed a white envelope in my hand.

"What is this?"

"Is a ticket for the admission of my photograph exhibition at the Port Angeles Art Gallery." she said, steering me towards the register machine. "I want you to come to the grand opening of the exhibition, please."

"Of course," I said, nodding.

"Jevian," Savannah said, gnawing at her lip. "You'll be there, right?"

"Yes, of course, I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world." I said, smiling at her and placing the envelope on my back pocket.

"Good," she said merrily, as she walked around the counter and leaned against it, propping her head on her hands. "My family is going to be there as well. Leslie is bringing Cutie-pie and Baby-boy. They are so cute! I hope that you don't mind that the rest of the wolf clan is also coming..."

"Oh, no, I won't mind. You are what is important." I said solemnly. "You are the highlight of the night, right?"

"I know that you'll love it." she said, licking her lips softly. Why were my eyes focused on her lips? "I worked really hard for this. I want to dedicate it to you."

"You shouldn't, Savannah." I said, reaching for her hand. I inspected her small hand and sighed. This was an agony. Being with her was killing me, but at the same time, I felt alive for the first time. I wasn't living behind the darkness of the curtain that I had placed over my eyes. I was living, and I wanted Savannah to be proud of me. "I'm not worth it,"

"You are to me, Jevian. You are the most important person in my life." she said, leaning forward and with her free hand, she took my face and touched my lips. "You're everything to me."

"Savannah," I whispered, when her lips touched mine. It was soft and I was fixated on them. I wanted more of her, not just her smile. I wanted her love to be mine. Our lips merged and automatically, my hand moved to her face and I secured her face closer to mine. I gently caught her bottom lip between my lips and suckled on it softly.

"I love you," she whispered, as she pulled back. "You don't have to respond now, Jevian. Like I told you before, you have three years of freedom, before you marry me. I would recommend that you do whatever you want in the mean time, because when your time is up, you'll be mine forever." she laughed, walking around the counter, until she was standing in front of me. I never noticed that she was so small and so delicate. I closed the distance between us and I took her face in my hands and kissed her, with all the passion that I had in my heart. She smiled against the kiss and wound her arms around my neck and brought me closer to her lips.

"Savannah,"

"Yep," she said, against my lips.

"You don't care if we are together and you age and I don't?" I asked, pulling away from her.

She shook her head, kissing my chin. "Nope,"

"Why? You are the strangest girl in the world!" I laughed, kissing her nose. "Why not?"

"I wouldn't mind leaving an eternity with you, but," she paused and raked her finger through her hair. "You told me that living an eternity was a miserable existence. I rather enjoy your company for a few decades and then die with the certainty that I was loved by you. Plus, I want to be in the Cougar's club."

"Cougar's club?"

"Yes, the old woman with the hunky boyfriend. I would be old and you stay the same. Would you still love me when I'm wrinkly and old and can't walk?" she asked playfully.

"Hah, I see." I whispered. "I'll stay with you, Savannah."

"Why?" she asked, playing with the collar of my polo. "Have you thought to turn me into a vampire, Jay?"

"No,"

"I didn't think so,"

"You aren't mad at me?" I said sorrowful.

"No, you promised to marry me when I turn eighteen years old. It's like a dream come true. I'll be your wife and you'll be mine. Until I die."

"I-" I mumbled, but her lips were already on mine. I couldn't fight the urge. She was like a drug and the more I tasted her lips, the more I wanted to kiss them.

"Jevian," Savannah breathed. "I have to leave early, because Nessie and my sister are treating me for an afternoon at the spa. I hope that you don't mind. I'll see you tonight!" she said, leaning her head against my chest.

"Bye," I said, unable to let her go. "I can't let you go." I laughed nervously.

"You don't have to," she laughed. "I'm yours." she giggled, kissing me one last time, before she ran to the back of the room and grabbed her stuff and exited the establishment.

AN: Here is the answer to some of the questions regarding this story:

1. Yes, Jevian loves Savannah. As you can see of course.

2. Yes, Jevian can have children, he just doesn't want to put the tiny Savannah in that predicament and he doesn't want her to die giving birth. Remember that he's one fourth human and three thirds vampire. If Savannah were to have a child with him, the Bella-Nessie incident would happen.

3. Just three or five more chapters and this fic is done. Thanks to all the readers.