A/N: I am telling you now that this chapter will be filled with sadness! Consider this your warning…

Bree's POV:

I leaned over Jake, and opened the shutter on the plane's window. The sky was streaked with lingering bursts of red and yellow as the sun disappeared over the horizon. It took us a few hours to find a flight, but we finally did it, and the resulting time in the plane was well over 11 hours. We were almost to Seattle, and from there we'd take the "puddle jumper" to Port Angeles.

The 'fasten seatbelts' light blinked on, and the captain's voice came over via the speakers.

"We are beginning our descent, and should arrive at the Seattle-Tacoma airport momentarily. Please fasten your seatbelts, stow any loose luggage, and enjoy the beautiful view."

The plane was pretty quiet, except for the snoring coming from the seat next to me.

"Jake, stop snoring so loudly."

I whispered it into his ear, and he smiled slightly, but I could tell he was still asleep; it looked like he was having pleasant dreams.

It was a little early for normal human sleeping, but I could tell that the time difference had messed with the wolves, and it looked like Jake especially hadn't gotten much sleep lately.

I pulled my legs onto the seat, with my arms crossed over my knees, and my head resting on my arms so that I could watch Jake sleep. When he slept he was different somehow; like all the cares he had in the world just drifted away.

I unwrapped one of my arms from around my legs, and reached out to touch him, but I stopped at the last moment. Touching him might not be a good idea; not yet. Sure we had kissed only half a day ago, but we were just overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment.

Of course my feelings for him haven't changed, but I think the kiss was mostly one-sided. I mean, there's no way that he could possibly feel the same way about me as I do him.

Leaning my head back on the seat, I sighed. I squeezed my eyes shut, but after a few seconds I opened my left eye and peeked over at Jake. Corny I know, but I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of him ever since he rescued me.

I smiled, and turned my head to the side to watch him again. As if feeling my gaze, he opened his eyes, and blinked rapidly.

He turned to look at me with bleary eyes, and a confused expression on his face. I giggled.

"Have you been watching me sleep this whole time?" He asked tiredly.

"Yup. Just call me your friendly neighborhood stalker!"

My bright, chipper tone made him narrow his eyes at me before he finally decided to laugh.

"I think you should get a restraining order." I said seriously.

"Nah, I know how to keep a woman in line." He winked obviously at me.

I punched his arm lightly.

"Ow! I'm wounded!"

I could tell he was trying to keep from laughing outright, but he was failing pretty miserably.

"Good. I hope it bruises."

"I guess that's what you get for being chivalrous these days." He shook his head in mock sadness.

"Thanks for that, by the way."

"Don't mention it."

"I mean it. Thank you. A lot. I owe you big time."

"Ooh, I could have a lot of fun with this."

"Don't you dare, Jacob Black!"

"What?" He looked at me innocently.

"Never mind." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey…"

"Hey what?"

He leaned in, so I leaned closer. Our faces were only inches apart, and I could feel his hot breath tickle my face.

"Hey, come on you two love birds."

I jumped, and turned around.

"Can't leave 'em alone for 2 seconds." Quil shook his head at Embry.

"Shut up you two." Jacob's face looked flushed with embarrassment. "And don't call us that."

I laughed, and the guys all looked at me.

"You guys argue like an old married couple." I told them, snickering.

"Anyways." Embry broke in. "Everyone else on the plane is getting off, so unless you guys need some time…" He trailed off.

I looked around the gigantic boys crammed into the aisle—which was not an easy task— and saw that everyone was filing out.

"Let's go!" I raised my fist into the air in mock-enthusiasm.

They all stared at me again.

"What? You guys keep looking at me like I have a gigantic zit on my face or something."

Jake laughed behind me, and I looked at him incredulity.

"They just think you're hot." He winked at me again.

I rolled my eyes, and turned back to the aisle where Quil and Embry were still blocking my way out.

"I'm sure that's it, Jake."

I squeezed past the guys, and Quil retorted:

"Nah, that's your job, Jakey-wakey."

Jake elbowed him in the ribs as he passed, and I fought to keep my laughter in.

I stood grinning in the aisle as Jake moved out of the way of his friends. He looked like he was going to try to pass me, so I stood in the middle of the aisle and spread my arms out.

"Nope, sorry, but you can't pass."

"Oh, really?" He had an evil glint in his eyes, and I suddenly got worried.

"Wait, no, don't!"

But Jake had already grabbed me about the waist, and thrown me over his shoulder firemen style. (Page 315 of Twilight, anyone?)

"Put me down, put me down!" I tried to say it sternly, but we were both laughing.

Quil and Embry trailed behind us, and I just shrugged at them.

I propped myself up against Jake's back with my elbows, and watched Quil and Embry before I was finally set down on my feet inside the airport terminal.

While I was pulling the bottom of my shirt back over my midriff, I tried to look menacingly at Jake, but I was still fighting a smile, so the effect was less than scary.

"Where we headed?" I asked.

"The exit." Jake laughed, and pointed over my head to the big neon letters that said 'AIRPORT EXIT'.

"Oh." I bowed my head in embarrassment.

I started weaving through the incessant crowd that seemed to always plague airports. Large groups of people were generally not a good thing for me, and I was hungry, or thirsty rather.

I started walking backwards to make sure I didn't lose the guys. They weren't very good at 'weaving', but they were a lot bigger than me, so I cut them a little slack.

My eyes met Jake's and he called out to me.

"Don't run into anyone."

"Nonsense! I've got eyes in the back of my head you know." I teased.

But I did run into someone, or I guess walk backwards into them, and I turned around to apologize.

I looked up at the man I walked into, and stopped dead in my tracks. I know that some people believe that every body has a sort of twin somewhere in the world, you just might never meet them. Well I don't believe in that, but if I did I would've said that this guy was Will's twin.

The dirty blonde hair, the body type, I would've bet even his voice sounded the same. All I could do was stare until I felt Jake behind me.

"Sorry." Jake said to the guy. "She's not feeling well."

The guy nodded. "It's ok."

That shattered me. His voice was exactly the same. If his eyes hadn't been a stunning blue color I would've sworn it was Will in—a very poor—disguise, but I could smell him and I knew that this was just some guy. I didn't know him at all.

Jake pulled on my arm, but I wasn't budging; I could barely move. He wrapped his large, warm arms around my shoulders, and my feet took over for my confused brain.

I was wrapped in my own secure little bubble, and the next thing I knew we were at my house. Blinking a few times, I looked around. It was only Jake and I; I guess Quil and Embry had gone home.

"Bree? The key to the door?"

"What? Oh."

I went to the window by the door, and ran my fingers under the frame until I felt the hidden key.

I unlocked the door in a daze, and walked inside; Jacob followed. He was saying something, but I couldn't make it out; I focused just on hearing him.

"Are you ok? You haven't said anything since you ran into that guy at the airport."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Great."

He didn't look convinced.

"Listen, you look like you need some time to think. I understand, but I'm gonna sit out here at your kitchen table in case you need me, ok?"

I nodded as I drifted to my room, turned on the light, and shut the door.

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It only took me about 5 minutes to realize that any kind of logical, critical thinking wasn't going to happen. My head was spinning with all kinds of emotions, faces, scents, etc. My mind was reeling with the confusion, and pain of seeing the man who reminded me of Will.

It wasn't so much that I missed him, it was the fact that he was my only friend in Volterra, and he had patiently helped me through the tough, 'Jake' times I had when I first arrived. He was something familiar. Will was associated with friendship, comfort, and a brotherly type of love. Jake was associated with confusing feelings, conflicting 'families', and pain. But Jake was also very strongly associated with romantic type love.

"Urgh!" I ruffled my hair angrily as if I could push out all my thoughts with the friction of my hands.

I decided I wanted to see Jake, and see if he wanted to talk. I just needed to talk through everything; lay it all on the line; wear my heart on my sleeve.

Opening my bedroom door never seemed so hard; for a moment I just stared at the doorknob. Finally I scrounged up some courage, and opened the door.

Jake was still sitting at the kitchen table, but he was slouched over with his head on the table, and he was snoring up a storm! I'm surprised Billy ever gets any sleep! And he's sleeping again? He slept most of the plane ride back. I don't really remember my human sleeping patterns, but surely they aren't supposed to sleep this much.

He looked so peaceful though, and I couldn't wake him up just so I would have someone to talk to.

I suddenly remembered my earlier revelation about hunting. Oh yeah, I was thirsty! Hunting seemed like a good option; safe, and familiar without being painful.

With that thought in mind I crept silently through the kitchen, and opened the front door. It was like running away when the babysitter isn't looking.

The forest was exhilarating and refreshing after being in the stuffy plane for so many hours with only humans and teenage werewolves for company. It was familiar, like a comforting pair of arms that wrap around you when you're feeling down. It knew my moods, and it had just the right medicine.

I came to one of my favorite hunting spots, but it was also one I tried not to use often; it was used only for special occasions.

Human girls have chocolate for comfort food; my comfort food is deer. There's a certain innocence, and freedom about them that calms me when I need it most.

I bent down in a low crouch, and made my way around the clearing they were grazing in. Avoiding the sentry on duty, I made my way to a deer which had somehow hurt one of its rear legs, and as a result it was partially lame.

Catching the doe was easy, and once the other deer spotted me they scattered. The deer struggled in my strong grip, and I soon put it out of its misery by breaking the slender neck.

I bent over it, and began to feed on the rich, sweet blood that sustained my half-life.

Noticing I was being unusually messy, I pulled back for a minute to regain some kind of control. That was a huge mistake. I had never before stopped mid-feeding, and I realized why you shouldn't ever do it. I glanced over the deer, and my eyes were caught by its face. The eyes were clouding over with the sure sign of death, but there was an unsaid accusation in them that stopped me cold.

With a cry of disgust I pushed the carcass away from me. Noticing the blood that had smeared all over my body made me cringe. It was a bright red sign that confirmed my guilt. It clearly showed the monster in me, the monster I couldn't restrain.

I began sobbing uncontrollably. The last few weeks came crashing down on me, and the emotions mixing together made me nauseous.

I clutched instinctively at my sides as if I was literally falling apart at the seams. I didn't notice there was someone else in the clearing until they came directly into my line of sight.

"Bree?"

I looked up into Jacob's face, and he looked as if he was suffering from the same pain as I was.

Seeing his face brought on another round of hysteria, and I felt myself being pulled into his warm arms.

He could tell I wasn't going to calm down any time soon, so he scooped me up, and ran back to my cabin with me still sobbing in his arms.

Once at my house he sat on the bed with me cradled in his arms. Gently rocking me, and trying to soothe me while I sobbed in his arms; both of us drenched in the deer's blood.

Ah, don't kill me! I promise some Jacob POV time next chapter! Oh, and I tried to be accurate about the whole Italy to Seattle time zones and flight times, but I couldn't get my math-challenged brain to wrap around all the concepts, so that's why it might seem weird/impossible to someone. R&R you know the drill. Give in to peer pressure and press the little purple review button!