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ANNA POV

SO DO YOU JUST KEEP WOMEN'S CLOTHES AROUND THE HOUSE OR ARE YOU JUST GENDER CONFUSED?

Needless to say, I spent the rest of that morning cleaning myself up. Jacob had kindly allowed me to use his shower, however, he had insisted that he waited in his bedroom for me to come out. I suspected he thought I might try and escape again. He had it all wrong. I wasn't going to be pulling a Mission Impossible again…yet .Besides the bathroom window wasn't nearly big enough for me to squeeze through.

As I turned on the shower, I heard Jacob's voice. I was taking a wild guess he was on the phone because there was only us in the house. Unless of course he actually talked to himself. I didn't interest me. Right now, I was happy to enjoy a shower.

It was such a sweet relief having hot water touch my skin. I felt my body warm up and what little blood I had was pumping good and well through my veins. I ran my hands through my auburn hair, untangling the knots and removing all of the dirt. I ran my fingertips over my neck- that was my sensitive area for many reasons. My fingers found the crescent shaped scar located just beneath my left ear. This was the only thing that bound me to what I was. It was still there and it would always be there for the rest if my life.

I could feel the bruises against my skin. I pressed once and felt the little pang of aching pain. In all honesty, this was like a paper cut compared what I had endured in my past life. I had scars enough to prove that. I realised that my thirst seemed to have lessened slightly – I wasn't sure why. Maybe because I wasn't thinking about it as much as I had been doing. Jacob still smelled delicious too me. I was slowly getting used to his smell no matter how thirsty it made me feel. I had to push it to the back of my maddened mind. As I stood in the shower, I still had little urges to pounce on him, but if I did that, I feared he may get the wrong impression, especially after some of the visuals I had received this morning from him which, I must confess, left little to the imagination. I made a mental note to warn him about that later even though I knew he may get embarassed when I told him.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my frame. The room was steamy, so I made a quick exit from the bathroom door. I guess I should have prepared my mind set a little better because I found, upon exiting his bathroom, Jacob clad in naught but a pair of jeans. Nice.

I couldn't help but glare at him. I must have looked like what a crazed fan girl would look like upon seeing her heart throb. My eyes were having problems removing themselves from his well formed body, and I was suprised that my tongue managed stay within my mouth. He clearly worked out- everything about him was strong and defined. His arms were muscular but not overly muscular like those ridiculous bodybuilders you see in magazines. His chest looked hard, but I could tell his skin was soft. I wanted to touch it. The russet tone of his skin was something that could not have been simply achieved; he just seemed to glow like it was natural to him. I felt the heat radiate off him now so much now that it was like being back in the shower.

God himself could not have produced such beautiful art. That is what he was. He was art. I had known this guy for about an hour, and I had already seen him half naked.

Bringing one home for the team Anna!

Then I caught a sheer glance of his heartbeat. I shut my eyes and shook my head.

"I didn't realize I looked that bad." Jacob laughed, grabbing a white t-shirt and pulling it over his head. The pull was drawing me in again, but I held myself firmly where I was. It was only then that I realized that I was only clad in a towel.

Fucking brilliant. Pull out the flags. Miss CRIMSON-CHEEKS has arrived.

"Here, let me get you some clothes,' Jacob ushered me into his small bedroom and indicated for me to sit down on the bed. 'I made you some tea and some toast on the side. I hope its okay for you." He smiled making my heart flutter insanely. I gripped my hands to towel, keeping it place. I didn't really fancy having Jacob see me naked. The thought was too embarassing. He exited his bedroom and I made my way over to his desk and sat down. I began to sip the tea. The toast didn't interest me at all, especially not today. Today, I was happy with liquids.

Jacob returned back in less than two minutes carrying numerous amounts of female clothes. He placed them on his bed and spread them out to show me the varied items of clothing. My eyes widened at the selection.

"Do you just keep women's clothes around the house or are you just gender-confused?" I asked sarcastically.

Jacob gave a small laugh. "They belong to my sister Rebecca."

Ah, he has a sister. Therefore he must understand women.

"Won't she mind me borrowing them?" I inquired.

"Nah, she doesn't live here anymore. Besides, they don't fit her anyway so I shouldn't see why she would care." I sensed a small sadness in his tone of voice. It made me wonder if he was close with his sister. My mind was still dodgy, so I couldn't see the visual he was sending. I tried to concentrate, but it didn't work. My mind was still fogged like a crystal ball.

"Well, if you insist." I moved myself away from his desk and moved over to the pile of clothes. I turned to see him still stood there looking at me - his piercing hazel eyes beautifully on show.

Jacob suddenly shook his head. "Sorry, I'll give you a few minutes to sort yourself," He moved over to the door and opened it. "Oh, and just because the window's broken doesn't mean that I won't know you've escaped." He tried to sound lighthearted, but I knew he was being serious. He closed the door, but I could still hear his heartbeat on the other side of the door. I began to rummage through the pile of clothes tying to find some something appropriate to wear – as in anything that covers my neck and practically my whole body. Some shades would be great too to cover my eyes. I had to admit, Jacob's sister had great taste in clothes. In the end I decided on a plain white t-shirt combined with vintage black shirt (which had a high collar) and a pair of grey skinny jeans.

After a few moments I heard Jake walk away from the door. I found some makeup and some other stuff in a box that Jacob had brought it. He probably didn't mention it because he felt cheeky by giving me makeup. I am glad he did; I certainly needed it. I applied some powder to my face, and then I tidied up. I looked much better than I had done, but I didn't have any effort to apply the usual eyeliner and mascara. Who was I trying to impress anyway?

As I began to pack stuff away in the box, my mind blurred again. Another visual was attempting to enter my mind, but it wasyn' coming from Jacob. I heard a car pull up outside, so purely out of curiousity, I looked out through Jacob's broken window. I saw a Land Rover outside the house and a tall dark skinned woman got out. She went to the back of her car and opened the boot. I watched as she wheeled a wheelchair around to the passenger door. She opened the door and she helped a dark skinned man into the wheelchair before closing the passenger door. The woman leaned in to hug the man, before getting back into the car. I watched as the man wheeled himself up to the front door. I was no doubt that this was Jacob's father. But who was the female? Was that Jacob's mother?

I slowly opened Jacob's bedroom door and stood in the corridor. The door leading to the kitchen was shut but I could hear voices. Jacob and his dad. I sensed a tone of distress in Jake's voice. That worried me slightly. I had not comprehended how much people knew about me. What I was mean. Jacob had been gracious enough so far, but the existence of our kind was supposed to be secret. Any form of exposure meant death. I tried not to listen in because I knew that was rude, but the pull on my body was attracting me towards the kitchen where Jake and his dad were. I was not in a position to stop myself.

"You need to tell me what's going on son—"

"I will dad, but just not right now."

"Jacob Ephriam Black you are going to start giving me some answers. I want to know why you called the Cu-"

I think I made my presence heard because I heard Jacob's heart speed up just slow down slightly than from half a minute ago when he was more irritated. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I walked down the corridor. I cringed as the door opened and there stood Jake. I stood there looking like such an idiot. Jake just smiled uneasily and looked back to the kitchen before he ushered me in. I held my body as best I could considering the circumstance I was in. Before me was Jacob's father. He did not look surprised, angry or happy in my presence. Jacob broke the tension I could feel brewing.

"Dad, this Anna De Lancey. Anna, this is my father, Billy Black." Jake said proudly. I did however sense the anxiety in his voice.

I felt that I should be gracious at least. "Pleasure to meet you Mr Black." I said kindly, holding out my hand to him. He gave Jake a funny look before taking my hand and shaking it. God, even his skin was hot. What was wrong with everybody out here? Were they suffering from a rare disease that made their body temperature sky high?

"As it to meet you Miss De Lancey." Billy replied, eyeing me up and down. I was not entirely convinced by his tone.

"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything-" I panicked.

"Not at all. My dad just arrived back from a friend's house, right dad?" Jake said. Billy shot Jake a harsh look, although, I may have interpreted it wrongly. 'He was just coming to check up on me.'

"Oh course. Like I said Jake, Embry and Quil will be along in a few minutes, so you best get ready." His words seemed stern yet honest. I saw Jake nod his head and shuffle his feet anxiously. Billy Black nodded and wheeled himself over towards the fridge. Jacob gave me a look as if to say thanks. I smiled back.

"You should make sure that Anna is ready to go." Billy said as he opened a carton of orange juice.

I turned to face Jake wondering what his plans were. "Why? Where are we going Jacob?"

Jake didn't look at me.

" I take it you haven't explained it to her yet. Well never mind, you can explain to her on the way down." Billy spoke.

"Jake—" I stammered moving towards him. I sensed that Billy was not comfortable with how close I was getting to his son.

"It's okay Anna." He grabbed my wrist holding it tightly. I squirmed. This contact was too much for me. His warm penetrating blood pulsed through the veins in is wrist. I could feel the blood and I certainly could smell it. I felt thirsty again.

"Jake-" His dad spoke. I sensed a warning in Billy's tone but Jake didn't seem to listen to him.

"Just don't be freaked out okay. We are just paying a visit to somebody." He made it sound so appealing, but the only appealing thing in my mind was him. All of him. My eyes flashed with a wild manic thirst and I felt my throat go dry despite my mouth watering insanely. I swallowed, releasing my hand from his grip. He looked disappointed. I wish he could understand.

"One of your friends?" I managed to say. "Are we going to see Sam?"

Even Billy gave me a funny stare. Jake rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Not exactly." Jake answered nervously. "If I said trust me, would you?" His eyes pleaded with mine desperately.

How could he ask me a question like that? I barely knew him.

"Should I have a reason not to?" I questioned.

"Let's go Jake. Come on." Billy urged.

Jacob looked at me, his eyes looked like he was trying to plead with me. "Trust me please?" Jake moaned, trying to grab my hand again but I backed off quicker than could catch.

"Not until you tell me where I am going." I snapped.

Jake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and biting his lip. Those succulent, sweet lips...

"I'm sorry to do this." He said calmly. He grabbed my body in a quick movement, not roughly, but gently considering my current state. I was so engrossed with him that I didn't even have time to react to him properly. What was this guy doing to me? He was affecting my senses in good and bad ways. Some ways I didn't even think possible. His hands gripped my waist and I tried to pull away but there was no way he was letting me go. God he was strong. I clawed at his back and shoulders as he flung me over his shoulder. I began pounding his body with my fist. I pulled my stomach in the process. I groaned.

"Don't struggle. It will just make this harder." Jake stated calmly.

I didn't give up my struggle until we were out of the door. I decided to give in knowing that I was not in the best state to fight him in. Give me a day or two and he was dead. I let my body fall limp in his arms, my arms draped over his shoulder. As if on cue, Jake's two friends whom I had earlier met sprinted out of the forest that Jake's house backed into (looking rather ragged I might add). They saw me draped over Jake's shoulder and exchanged boyish glances. Jake moved over to his car, which just so happened to be a Rabbit 1986.

Oh classic. I could bet that Jake wasn't even born when these babies were made.

Gosh. Talk about feeling old.

He opened the door and set me down on my feet. I shot him a nasty glare. "Nice look, but I bet mine's scarier." He joked.

I wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"You carriage awaits." He continued. Great. The comedian has returned.

I moved my body stiffly into the back of the car and sat in the middle of the seat. Jake shut the door and locked it. I crossed my arms over my chest like a sulky child. I looked out of the window and saw Embry and Quil talking to Jake's dad. They were deep in concentration. I wanted to listen to them but I had nor the power nor effort to do so. I saw Billy glance in my direction, and I turned my head away and carried on sulking. Jake opened the car door and got in the driver's seat and rolled his window down and called out to his friends.

"Guys, once you've finished pissing around, you might want to just get into the car." They both groaned and I watched as both got in either side of me. They were huge, but I could take them in seconds if I had wanted to; not that I would. They both stunk. Sitting next to them was going to be torture. I don't know what they had been doing but they smelt like wet dog. My nose kept twitching as I nestled uncomfortably between the two Quilete lads. They really were huge. What the hell were their mothers feeding them? Miracle grow?

Jake started up the car and revved it warming the engine. He reversed out of the driveway of his house.

"And Jake. When you get back you can explain to me what happened to my damn table!" Billyshouted as Jake drove off. Embry and Quil sniggered. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I figured it was maybe an inside joke. That wasn't the case. My head cleared and I saw a very clear visual. I saw Jake snap part of the kitchen table off and throw it onto the floor in my mind. I shook my head, ridding of the image. I hated having a gift, especially when the gift came when it pleased. I saw Jacob in the mirror. He smiled at me.

"I suppose you think this is really funny." I snarled through gritted teeth.

"Not really. It's actual torture for me to see you like this." He responded.

Sarcastic twat.

"Anna is your seatbelt done?" Jake asked suddenly.

"Is yours Jake?" I asked back sardonically. Quil sniggered under his breath.

"Please put your seatbelt on." Jake said pleadingly.I rolled my eyes at him. This was ridiculous. Since when did this guy become all safety conscious?

After five minutes of awkwardness and having to endure the stench of wet dog, Quil shuffled in his seat. "Come on Jake. You drive like a cissy. Just hurry up and get to the damn Cullens already!"

My eyes snapped shut and I recollected an image of the Cullens in my head. The Cullens.

Edward. He came to us just over a year ago. He came to us and asked us to kill him. He was upset over a girl called Bella. Bella Swan. Pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes. I remember her. Jane's gift didn't work on her. Neither did mine. Well both of them to be exact. I knew why. I figured it out from the moment she entered Volterra. The girl from Jake's photograph. Bella Swan. Jake knew Bella. Jake knew the Cullens. The Cullens knew me. Fucking small and dangerous world. Why was Jake taking me to the Cullens? Unless he knew-

"Did you just say Cullens?" I asked out of character. Nobody answered. I looked at Jake in the mirror again. He didn't smile this time.

Shit.

We drove in silence for the next fifteen minutes. Embry began to draw on the window due to the condensation whilst Quil hummed to himself much to mine and Jacob's annoyance. I was trying to keep myself occupied away from the scent I could smell. My eyes kept on glancing at Jake's reflection in the car mirror. He looked so serious and deep in thought. I could have studied his facial expressions for hours. I only had seven days until I was out of here. I hoped only at least. It was going to kill me if I stayed here any longer and the smell was enough to put even the hungriest vampire off his meal sitting next to these two.

Why did they smell so bad? They didn't smell bad before.

We arrived at our destination, or I figured as much because Jake stopped the car. I looked out of the window, well from what I could see because Embry's huge frame was blocking most of my view. I saw a house. The house was secluded; nicely built and was beautifully architectured. It was stunning. I undid my seatbealt eagerly wanting to get a breath of fresh air. Embry got out of the car first followed by Jake. Jake walked round to my side and held his hand out to me. Total and completely unnecessary patronization. I didn't refuse his hand though – mainly because I liked the feel of his skin, especially against mine.

Pull in my stomach. Human emotion taking over.

Embry closed the door to the Rabbit. "Jake do you need us—"

"Nah. You wait in the car with Quil and keep him entertained. I don't think she'll be any trouble." Jake tried to fake a smirk. Embry patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now?" I hissed as his arm held onto mine. Jake ignored me. "Jake, listen to me," I pulled my arm away from his, which worked unsuccessfully only bringing us closer. His chest against mine. I looked up at him. "You are going to tell what is going on right now!" My rage was slowly building.

"Gosh, you do have a temper when you want one." Jake stated.

Damn right I did, and it was about to get a whole lot worse if he didn't start giving me some answers. He was giving me no visuals, so I had to get it out of him by harder means.

"It's your fault! You aren't being fair Jake. I'll ask you again, why have you brought me here?" I demanded an answer.

Jake suddenly lifted his head up. His nose was twitching insanely like he could smell something bad. Maybe he could smell Embry and Quil too? His eyes darted over to the house. I felt my body plummet a thousand feet as I recognized the face looking back at me. The kind faced topaz eyed being that was smiling at me, almost like he had known I was coming.

It was the face of Carlisle Cullen.