Burning all that Was

By thunderspeak

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns everything. Including my life.

Summary: Ephraim Black killed a girl a long time ago, and her spirit comes back to haunt the Black household. Fires, exorcisms, and many post-it notes later Jacob find himself falling for girl he can never have. Jake/OC

AN: EMERGENCY--- I will put up a playlist sometime next week. And maybe some good news depending on reviews.... (Sequel?)

Second, review! If this story doesn't go well, maybe It'll be "mysteriously" deleted from Fanfiction. So for me to continue, I need feedback (questions, comments, etc….)

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A couple of weeks passed, Vivian and Jacob spending more time together until a comfortable friendship bloomed. Vivian found herself loosing the earlier bitterness she had, while Jacob was steadily gaining back his earlier happiness from before Bella.

Jacob found he didn't even jump anymore when she suddenly appeared beside him, and most times he even appreciated her company.

It was a peaceful time, them each learning more about each other…

Jacob was having a well needed sleep, when he slowly awoke to soft notes filtering in from the other side of the house. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he fell out of bed and ventured into the living room, eyes still half closed.

Before him a sleek, large and black piano stood with Vivian sitting at a bench pressing keys to create a soft melody. It filled much of the space.

"Where'd you get a piano?"

Vivian jumped slightly and looked at him, eyes wide at being caught red handed. Looking down, she came with a graceful reply.

"Ummm… well."

"You stole it didn't you?"

She looked at him and coughed nervously. "I prefer the word liberate."

Jacob grumbled on his way back to bed, something about, "Charlie better not be coming after me."

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Times passed when she would be gone for about a day, and where, he did not know. In these times Jacob felt lonely, but even more so he began to doubt. Was she really there, or was he just losing his mind?

Jacob had been questioning his sanity, wondering if this was just a fraction of his imagination. She was too good to be true.

Walking down the hall towards his room, he entered to see a peculiar sight.

Vivian hung waist down from the ceiling, her hair and arms dangling and her eyes closed as she breathed quietly.

His eyebrows pulled together and he walked slowly towards her, and warily poked her head while whispering, "Vivian?"

Her eyes flutter open and muttered, "Ungh?"

"What are you doing?"

That widened her eyes, and she pulled up in a half crunch and scanned her hanging form with a grumble.

"Well it's a long story…"

"Make it short."

She still hung while she explained. "I went intangible and went through the ceiling, and half way I got stuck. I tried to pull out but I got tired." she explained in one breath.

Silence. "So you went to sleep?"

"Yep."

Jacob felt his mouth drop but shook his head, "Do you plan on coming down?"

She smiled big, "Nope. This is comfortable;" as he turned to leave, "See you 'round sunshine boy."

As he walked out, Jacob came to a sudden realization. He was not crazy. She was crazy. Even his mind could not come up with something that random and insane to get themselves stuck in a ceiling.

Jacob sighed. He just wasn't that creative, but somehow, she seemed to manage it.

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They were touching moments, while she tried to reconnect with her life he helped with gentle words and enormous height…

"Can you get that?"

Jacob peered up to see the short and pointing form of Vivian, pointing to the highest shelf of his desk. Sighing, he stood and stretched as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Which one?"

"Romeo and Juliet."

Jacob made a face, but reached up and pulled the book out anyways. Vivian kept up the chant of Look at the book in her mind, as his very toned and tan arm stretched up.

Jacob was startled when Vivian yanked the book out of his hands and darted out of the room.

What a strange girl.

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Vivian discovered the internet.

Her eyes glazed over soon enough, and she began to surf the web and its abundance of information.

Google Search: Vera McCarty

Images of a beautiful woman came up, black curls and wide brown eyes. She was beautiful, and she was Vivian's mother.

Being an actress on Broadway, her mother had a few pictures here and there and when Vivian found them… she found herself gripping onto the desk to keep herself from choking out a dry sob.

Jacob came in during one of these moments and stood behind her, and somehow he knew who the woman was.

Loosing his own mother, Jacob was sympathetic and his eyes softened.

"She's looks like you. She's very beautiful"

Vivian didn't even jump, transfixed on the image before her. She swallowed and nodded, blinking her eyes rapidly. She seemed to miss the compliment though.

"She was," and they sat together lost in old memories, some of pain.

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And other times, the modern world just seemed to be too much for her…

Jacob was cooking a batch of food for breakfast, aroma of eggs and waffles wafting throughout the house.

He wasn't startled when Vivian appeared in the kitchen, walking in leisurely as if she owned the place. In a way, she did.

What startled him was her hair. He never knew a ghost could get bed head, especially one that didn't sleep, but she proved otherwise.

Tendrils of black curls flipped away from her face and stuck in irregular angles up and sideways.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?" Vivian snapped immediately. Not a morning person, Jacob thought to himself.

"Nothing. But just wondering, did you have a fight with a grizzly bear, or is your hair just naturally like that?"

Her face turned blank for a moment in shock, before her eyes slanted and her nose flared. Jacob strangely thought her angry face was rather appealing.

Still staring at her face as she huffed and turned on her heel before walking away, he yelped when the pan he was holding burst into flames.

That's the second breakfast she ruined!

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It seemed moments like those always happened at breakfast time and this time they both sat at the counter, no longer any animosity between them.

Jacob was tapping his fingers on the counter impatiently, his bread toasting in the toaster.

Bing! Two slices popped up abruptly.

But Jacob was distracted from his glee at his food being done, when Vivian jumped along with the toast slipping off her chair and onto the floor.

She looked up dazed.

"What was that?!" she crouched behind the counter, looking around warily.

Jacob looked at the toaster and back at her. "It's a toaster."

She slowly got up, eying the "toaster" skeptically before settling herself back into her seat.

"Does it mean me harm?"

"Uh, no. It just makes toast."

This conversation seemed to calm her down a bit, and later Jacob found this to be amusing. That was until he found silverware consisting of forks and spoons, jammed into the toaster.

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And then there were memories of more romantic times, where Jacob explained imprinting to Vivian. Immediately after, she saw him in a whole new light. And the feeling was mutual…

"Who was the woman with a scar on her face?"

Jacob looked up at the seemingly random question that came from Vivian as they sat together watching TV.

"You saw Emily?"

She cocked her head to the side, "I don't know if that was her name, but when I was here before you came, her and another man came here a few times to have dinner with Billy. When I saw them…" Vivian's eyes softened, "they reminded me of my parents."

Ah, the relationship between an imprint couple. Jacob expected the usual bitterness to arise within him, but strangely there came none.

"She's Sam's wife. The alpha of the pack, he imprinted on her."

Jacob automatically assumed Vivian knew everything about the wolf pack and was

surprised when she sat up straighter with intrigue and asked, "Imprint?"

"Oh. Well for a were wolf it's like finding your soul mate, the one you were meant to be with but deeper than that…" he huffed, this was usually difficult to explain.

Vivian noticed his strain, "Why don't you give me an example?"

"Oh ah well… like the moon! The earth pulls the moon towards it, so the moon circles it forever. Its like the imprint is the earth I guess…" Jacob blushed, embarrassed by the unusually sappy example.

Enlightenment crossed her face and she smiled, "Oh I get it, like you're pulled towards them?"

Jacob nodded, "Uh, sure."

A dopey look came over her face and she clasped her hands in front of her, looking behind him with sparkling eyes seemingly to no where.

"That's sooo romantic. That even trumps Romeo and Juliet!" she practically squealed.

Slumping down, Jacob remembered the usual girl response of imprinting. Squealing, gushing, and overall annoyingness.

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A few days later, Vivian had her thoughts still wrapped around the imprint idea. At one point she was smiling about such a perfect love match, but on the other hand she was slightly jealous that these girls got that chance while she had none.

This also arose thoughts of Jacob. Had he imprinted, maybe on Bella? Strangely, Vivian felt a deep twist in her chest at the thought.

Venturing through the house, she came to the back patio where some exercise equipment lay. Snorting, she remembered how it was with boys and muscles.

And then she saw him. A bar hung from the door frame where his hands had wrapped around, doing pull ups.

Vivian stood frozen her mouth drooping slightly. Each pull up caused his arm and stomach muscles to tense, and without a shirt this added to the effect. He huffed slightly and her eyes roamed over the planes of each curve and muscles.

Wide shoulders, thick arms, broad chest and narrow waist. Vivian wondered if she was drooling.

Stumbling back she ran into the house and covered her face in shame. Had she been ogling him?

Outside Jacob thought he saw a flash of color through the back window, but shrugged. And then pulled himself up once again.

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And the last memory of those two weeks, new knowledge found…

Jacob opened his eyes only to see his clock blinking, 2:32, and he flipped over grumbling.

Ever since he had come home, every night he awoke to his clock blaring the now hated numbers, 2:32. His lack of sleep was affecting his mood, and it seemed Vivian noticed it.

"What's wrong sunshine?"

Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he saw Vivian sitting on the floor playing solitaire. He wasn't even sure how she knew how to play or where she got the cards, but Jacob dismissed each question.

"Nothing."

Vivian looked up from her game, and smirked. "Not in a good mood I presume?"

Jacob sent her a weak glare, "Every night I have been waking up and it's starting to really piss me off."

Jacob almost didn't see her reaction as he began to turn around, but then he caught it. She paled, if that was even possible and looked away in thought. He jumped off his bed and crawled across the floor towards her.

"What? What's wrong?"

She covered her face and shook her head frantically, and Jacob heard her breathing heavier.

He tried a different approach. "Vivian," he said softly, "I need to know. It can't be that bad… right?" doubt crept into his voice. He heard her sigh and she lifted her head.

"My last memory is of a pocket watch my mother gave me, and the time it said was 2:32…" Vivian looked him straight in the eye.

"That's the moment I died."

Jacob slumped back in shock. To even think of the exact moment her heart stopped… it was unbearable. He cared about her so much, and in response to her now huddled from, Jacob shuddered.

He cared too much.

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Whoo. That was a montague! (Code name for not wanting to write out 2 weeks of events that happen in my story). Haha.

First, I updated super fast.
Second, this was a long chapter.

SO. I hope you enjoyed it.

and...

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-thunderspeak :)