Chapter 8 – Part 2

"What is going on Jacob?" Edward mouthed, worried.

Jacob's expression grew harder with every second passing.

"Someone else was killed--" he replied with a husky voice and regretful eyes.

"Someone… else?" Edward cut him off arching his eyebrow, confused.

Oh, I had forgotten to tell Edward about the girl Jake told me about. With all this mess…

"Haven't you told him?" Jacob asked me with the 'he's gonna-get mad' look.

"Tell me what?" Edward was more impatient now.

"What I wanted to tell you! When you insisted on wanting to know first what you couldn't get mad at me or anyone else" And I needed to start again, didn't I?

"It was about someone killed? Don't you think you could at least have told me that?" he snapped.

"I was going to when you almost ripped Liam off!" I yelled now, feeling attacked.

"Liam? Who is Liam?" Jacob cut us off, disoriented.

"Someone you don't know!" Edward and I both shouted in unison.

We were fighting again… only minutes after that amazing reconciliation…What was happening to us? My mind was almost going to start thinking about that, but I suppressed it, something in me just didn't want it…

"Okay, okay guys… calm down!" Jake urged, waving his hands. "We really need to discuss this! You can fight at any other time…. Jeez" He finished, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. Now, would you please explain me about both occasions?" Edward asked, calmer.

With that, Jacob proceeded telling him everything about the girl's death. Edward just listened very still, with a rigid expression and wide eyes.

"Are you sure she hadn't got any bite marks? …Any injury?...Nothing?!" Edward choked, when Jacob was finished.

"We are sure… it was impossible…" Jacob shook his head, incredulous of what happened. It really was impossible…

"And what about this time? Who was killed? And How?" I asked impatient.

"A man, a woodcutter… But this is different… this time it was a vampire… we caught the scent" Jacob growled, with an anguish look. "But that is not everything… There was something strange in how he was killed… The man wasn't bitten in the jaw as it always happens… he was bitten in the hand, in his left hand…"

With that the three of us stared at my hand, and I automatically touched the bit that rested in it.

TO BE CONTINUED