Jacob's p.o.v.

Sam had called us all the day after we left the hospital and told us we had to postpone the meeting because of something that happened with Tape at the hospital. Every time I heard about something that was happening with Taylor, I got this weird dropping feeling in my chest like a part of me was expecting for something to happen that I wasn't aware of. It bothered me that she was hurting, but I had my distractions. Jasmine was pro at keeping Tape off of my mind in more ways than one…

We're having the meeting today, and we all had to bring our imprints (well, those of us who had imprinted yet) and in my case, Jasmine. The actual meeting didn't start until an hour after everyone got there, because apparently Sam, Emily, and Leah needed some prep time. Jasmine sat in my lap on the sofa and played with my hands, like Claire does. Emily told Quil he didn't need to bring Claire though, she said she was sure that this meeting didn't apply to them and she wasn't so sure that the meeting was going to go very smoothly either.

Finally, the three of them came downstairs and Emily and Leah looked like they'd been crying, so did Sam. His eyes were red. They stood at the front of the room and began.

"Now I know you're all wondering why we've asked you to come here today, and we just want you all to know beforehand that some of you might not like what you hear. But all of you need to keep a level head or else we won't get anywhere with this," Sam said, sounding like he really didn't want to be here.

"You all know that Taylor is at Dr. Cullen's home right now, and I know not all of you agree with this, but she couldn't stay at the hospital for the pack's safety, along with the Cullen's also. Taylor is a werewolf," he stopped for a moment as everyone slowly took this in, he seemed like he still hadn't digested it himself. Hell, I don't think he ever will.

"But, what we really need to talk about is why she needed to go the hospital in the first place…" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and Emily took his hand and whispered that it was going to be alright. Then he opened his eyes and looked directly at me.

"Three years ago, you all know that I imprinted on Emily and you also know that she also got hurt because of me… but it wasn't in the way you think," he started. I felt everyone straighten up and really begin to listen. "When I found out that I'd imprinted, I knew that I loved Emily, but I also knew I loved Leah too, so we stayed together and I tried to deny my imprint…" he stopped and I saw Leah rub him on the back and then she took over.

"We tried to stay together, but we also noticed Emily was getting sicker and sicker. Then one day we came home from a date and we stopped outside of my front door for a goodnight kiss when… we heard Emily scream…. We ran inside and we found her very much the same way we found Taylor," she said and tears began to drip down her face. I felt my heart begin to drop as my mind slowly began to process what was going on.

"Those scars are separation scars. When an imprintee is denied by their imprinter, the imprintee will begin to undergo a very long and painful process of death because they're not complete without their other half and for them there's no point to live. Although the imprintee can deny its imprinter, she can only do so romantically. And that's only because the imprinter will always be with them in some way because they'll always be drawn to each other. But when it's reversed it isn't just romantically. It's physically, mentally and emotionally too and the consequence is death. Taylor is being denied and if her imprinter doesn't accept the fact that she is his fate then… she'll die in a matter of weeks." She choked out the last bit and I felt my chest cave in.

Everyone in the room turned and looked at me and the next thing I knew, Embry was on top of me. Jasmine was on the floor as Embry punched me in the face.

"YOU ASSHOLE! YOU FUCKING CUNTHOLE, IF YOU FUCKING KILL MY SISTER I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" he roared. I hit him back and soon we had each other in a double headlock and barreled out the door. I could hear the girls screaming for us to stop and then we both shifted and rammed at each other. I could feel Embry's pain and hate with every lunge towards me.

Embry! I had no idea, just calm the fuck down, I'm sorry!

Sorry doesn't cut it you fag! Your ass is dead motherfucker!

Embry get a hold of yourself! Sam shouted, and he Jared and Paul ran to break us up.

Yeah Embry, as much as I'd like to kill him myself, it wouldn't solve anything. Now calm down! Jared shouted. Embry had my right hind leg in his mouth and held it there for another 10 seconds before dropping me to the ground.

Dude whatever, I can't do this… he said before running out into the brush. I looked at my pack mates and I felt their hate, disappointment and pain. I wanted to kill myself. How could I do this to Taylor? The last thing she needed was for me to hurt her like this.

You don't even know the half of that statement. We still have to discuss Taylor's mental state and how and when we're going to accept her into the pack. I'm going to talk to you privately later Jacob. Sam said before turning to go find Embry. I looked at Paul and Jared, then at Emily and Leah.

Emily was sobbing into Leah's arms, Seth holding the both of them; he was looking at me with disbelief. I can't believe this is happening to me... I saw Jasmine go past them and walk to her car. I tried to plead with her to stay but Paul and Jared snapped at me.

"No Jacob, I'm not going to be a part of this insanity. Go ahead and be with her I don't care. You lied to me anyway. You need to get this straightened out. so until then I guess I'll see you around," and with that, she left. I turned around and looked at the disapproving faces of my pack mates and I ran towards home. I have a lot of thinking to do…

Tape's p.o.v.

Me and Edward got into his Volvo and he began to take me to where ever it was he was taking me. I can't believe he saw the scars, they may be large, but they're in between my legs. I guess since he's a vampire he has better eyesight than most people, so he would be able to see them. Maybe I should've put on something a little longer…

Every time I see those damn brand marks I want to scream. What right did that scumbag have just claiming I was his? Thinking about it made me want to die. I also found it extremely ironic that his initials were the same as Jacob's.

And speaking of that asshole, every time I think about him I get this sting in my chest and a pull at my head. I can't believe he'd do this to me. Was I not good enough for him? What was it about her that was so much better than me? Why can't I be the one he holds close in his heart? It hurts to think that he doesn't want me just because I'm not her. What did I do…? I didn't do anything, that's what I did. You know what, fuck you Jacob Black and your stupid werewolf assholeness, I don't need you you fucking cunthole.

I heard Edward snicker and I turned to him and gave him a death glare.

"What, that last part was pretty funny…" he said looking straight, but a smirk was playing at his lips.

"Could you go just a minute without reading my mind, I'd like to have a second of privacy please." I said crossing my arms. He just laughed as we pulled up to an Italian restaurant.

I wasn't the biggest fan of Italian food (other than pizza) but this place looked nice. He climbed out and opened the door for me. He took my hand and helped me out of the car. We walked towards the door and as we walked in I noticed the waitress eye Edward with a disgusting glint in her eye.

Ew…

"Table for two if you would," Edward said, looking uninterested. She winked at him and purred, "of course" and flounced over to our table and laid down the menus. Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up… we followed her and she gave Edward one last wink before waltzing off to do whatever it is slutty hostesses do. I just rolled my eyes and Edward laughed.

"You're funny you know that right?" he said, looking me straight in my eyes. I looked back at him and smiled slyly.

"Yeah, I guess…" I mumbled, looking at the menu. My eyes widened as I saw the prices. Dude, freaking 20 bucks for pasta with cheese and butter on it… Are these people out of their damn minds? I heard Edward snicker again. I looked up from my menu and gave him the evil eye.

"What, I can't help that you're adorable," he said completely serious. He smiled at me and I blushed and looked back at my menu. Oh god… he just called me adorable, what the fuck? Who does that? I'll tell you, creeper teenage vampires, that's who. He laughed again, and I rolled my eyes. Well, you are kind of a creeper you know….

"What? How am I a creeper?" he said sounding fake offended. I set down my menu and looked at him with my "are you serious?" eyebrow raise. He shrugged and I crossed my arms.

"Well number one, you read people's minds… I'd put that as a 200 on the creeper scale. Two, you barely know me and you just called me adorable. Three, I've caught you staring at me multiple times today, one of those times being at my ass…may I go on?" I said jokingly, counting off my fingers. He just chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"I guess you could call it that, or you could call it admiring a beautiful thing when I see it. And I can't really help the mind reading thing. To be honest it's not all that great. I can hear the thoughts of everyone in this room right now but the fact is… your thoughts are the only ones that I'm concerned with right at the moment so they come in clearer… and just to let you know, you happen to have amazingly shaped cheeks," he said, also keeping his voice down to a whisper, the last part a little seductive.

I blushed and I reached up and touched my face, my finger tracing my cheek bone. You weirdo… I thought wondering what exactly that meant. He just leaned back in his seat and chuckled, and I swear he just had a Chuck Bass moment. Yes I watch Gossip Girl. Moving on…

"Not those cheeks," he smirked. I widened my eyes and kicked him under the table. Yep, definitely a Chuck moment. He laughed and I flipped him off under the table right before the whore hostess came and asked us what we wanted to eat.

Neither of us could keep a straight face as she tried to flirt with him again, and failed miserably. We didn't talk as we waited for my food to come, he didn't order anything, him being a blood drinker and all. We just sort of… stared at each other. It wasn't weird, or awkward in anyway, it was… flirtatious.

I couldn't deny that he was handsome in just about every sense of the word, and he made it completely obvious that he thought I was pretty but what exactly does that mean? He kissed me earlier, not on the lips, but still. I know that somewhere in my heart, I'm longing for Jacob right now, but I also can't ignore the feeling that I have right now with Edward.

He makes me feel like I'm important and I know that he won't be and prick and just leave me, he's genuine and I'm pretty sure my heart is in his hands despite the black letters engraved into it that that spell out: PROPERTY OF JACOB ADAM BLACK.

What am I going to do…? I don't want to lead him on, because if Jacob comes around I don't think I'd have the will power to deny him. I'm his imprint, he's a part of me. I'd love him as more than a friend no matter how hard I tried not to… but I don't know if I could just accept him right off that bat after all of the extra pain he caused me…

Damn it. Why does my life have to be so complicated?