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

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A few days after those adventurous, Jacob awoke to find Vivian sitting on the floor flipping through his year book.

He smiled softly, realizing how she had grown so much at home here. Vivian laughed quietly to herself at something, and Jake yawned while scratching his head and dropping next to her on the floor.

"What's so funny?"

She pointed to a picture of a straggly Quileute boy, his face red and mouth pulled down into an angry scowl.

Jacob laughed also. "That's Paul, one of the werewolves."

Vivian looked up for a few moments, staring at Jacob with a peculiar look on her face that he didn't understand. His neck began to heat up though.

She then snapped her fingers, "I remember him!"

"Wait, from where?"

She was practically bouncing in her position and she leaned forward, her eyes filled with delight.

"He was one of the wolves who came near the house and acted funny."

Vivian said it as if it was a great secret and Jacob found himself leaning forward, intrigued.

"Yeah, the pack said if they came near the house they would experience memories. I'm fairly sure they were yours."

Confusion flickered across her face and she brushed her hair back, "Mine? I'm not doing anything though."

Jacob nodded. He had thought about this, "I think it's your subconscious releasing the suppressed memories. The guys said they saw werewolves and fire, and felt pain including falling off the cliff."

Vivian leaned back on her hands, staring at the ceiling. "But I didn't fall of the cliff. That's why…" she paused looking down ashamed, "I thought Ephraim must have taken my body."

She had blamed his ancestor for her body disappearing? Well, now he understood her anger when he mentioned looking for her body a few weeks ago.

Vivian once again got one of those sad looks on her face as she stared out his window, and Jacob reached forward and touched the back of her hand briefly.

When she jumped a bit he yanked his hand back, embarrassed at the almost natural movement for him.

"S-sorry," he scolded himself for stuttering, "so when the wolves came by what happened?"

This made her face brighten. "It was the funniest thing. One of them just fell on the ground and rolled over. The other wolf, a light brown one, it started barking and running in circles."

Jacob grinned, that sounded like Sam and Embry. And evil look crossed his face.

"Did you see a gray one?"

Vivian choked on a laugh, scooting forward till there crossed knees brushed against each other.

"Now that one was the funniest. That wolf started walking in circles and huffing about," she waves her hands around in circles to describe how erratic his circles had been, "and he went all cross eyed and started barking at nothing!"

Jacob gasped with a laugh, reminding himself to hold that over Paul's head for a while.

They both fell back together on the carpet, their laugher becoming slap-happy and she rolled over and patted him on the chest before sitting up and wiping her eyes.

"If I," she took a breath, still gasping for air, "was alive I would by crying from laughing right now."

They settled down from laughing, and Jacob saw her face grow serious and her eyes roam to a pile of crumpled papers next to his trash can.

Vivian's' sight snapped back to Jacob, and he shifted uneasily under her determined stare.

"You seem to be getting a lot of notes from Bella."

Oh no, he thought. Not that topic, the one he had been trying to avoid. Jacob looked away and shrugged, but he still felt her piercing eyes on him.

Finally she sighed and got up, walking over to his desk and slumping over, bored.

Jacob watched intrigued as she flicked her fingers, and a small flame moved its way to one of his candles. Vivian moved her hand back and forth, creating a few flickers to jump around the candle.

So this is what pyromaniacs did in their spare time?

Vivian then huffed and the candle blew out. Her shoulders were tense and her eyes shut tight.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head fast, curls flopping around her, and he stood up and kneeled in front of her.

"Tell me," she looked at him and he widened his eyes big, "Please?"

Vivian looked, entranced at his brown eyes, filled with warmth and understanding and she could feel her barrier breaking. She also noted even kneeling he was tall.

Huffing, "When I was alive my… abilities, were a lot stronger," she saw his eyes widen and she laughed, and he wondered Stronger! I would be screwed then…

She hurried to finish, "But I had so much better control over them," Jacob sighed with relief, "and now… now it's so muted. Even so, it's like I can't control it at all. It just," she shivered, "takes over me."

"That isn't good."

Vivian rolled her eyes at how he stated the obvious, "Yeah Jacob, that isn't good."

She looked down at his kind and trusting form, looking up at her with complete understanding. What if she hurt him? The fact gnawed at her, and she bit her lip.

"Well, I gotta go."

Vivian snapped out of her thoughts, and felt panic flood in. "Where are you going?"

Jacob chuckled at the slightly frightened look on her face, "Over to Sam's. Hopefully to prolong my patrolling some more. I don't think it would be a good idea for them to know about you…"

His voice faded off as he walked out, and Vivian sat alone, once again filled with her thoughts.

Remembering the panic she felt at hurting him in the least way, Vivian realized something. She cared about Jacob much more that she should.

And she was dead. And he was alive.

This isn't good.

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And that is it. Short chapter I know. Sorry!

Oh, you guys need to review by the way. My father decided that writing is a waste of time, and hopefully I can persuade him that its not because I entertain a lot of people.

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