Something I Can't Have

By InuYashaBaby1

I don't own Twilight or any of its many characters. But I do own the character Kristie!!!

An: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I would like to thank the academy…. This is the funeral. I miss Bethie already. Get ready for tears… Naw, I'm not that bad…. Aren't you surprised? Jake didn't scold me today!

Chapter 8

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Kristie POV

I sat up from bed quietly and looked at the clock. It read 3:07. I looked across the room to see my werewolf, the one and only Jacob Black sitting across the room in an old rocking chair, wide awake.

"You didn't have to stay." I whispered.

"Yes I did. I want to keep you safe." He smiled, and yawned. I shrugged.

"Well, if you want to keep me safe, you will come right over here." I moved over a bit, and patted the space next to me. He mumbled and got up from his rocking chair. He sat next to me and I lay down. "Hold me please." I whispered, just so he could hear it. I ran my small fingers down his bare chest. He relaxed, and laid down. He went deep under my quilt, so far as to cover his face, and wrapped his hands around my waist. He put his head on my chest.

"Is today really the funeral?" I mumbled. "Why did she have to go?" I let out a silent tear.

"Yes, today is the funeral Kris. She left because it was her time. We all have a time." He whispered into my belly button. "Don't cry." He raised his head above my quilt, and kissed me on the cheek.

"I just want Bethie back." I let another tear fall, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You know Bethie made me this," I held my wrist up, showing a slim, ragged, blue and green string bracelet. "I haven't taken it off since then."

"A while ago, I had a friend named Bella. We were supposed to go cliff diving one day, but she went by herself, on the day of a storm. She almost drowned, and I was terrified. I thought I was going to lose her. I have no idea what it feels like to actually lose a friend." Jake said, placing his head on the pillow I had my head on.

"How did she survive?" I asked leaning up, so I looked down at his perfect face.

"I pulled her out of the water." He smiled. He grabbed my waist and rolled on top of me. "You know I always have to be the hero."

"Aw, my Super Man." I tucked away a strand of hair that had fallen loose from his ponytail.

"Well, superman needs a Lois Lane." He smiled leaning in to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lips to stop him.

"No, he needs a superwoman." I smiled and dragged my finger off his lips slowly.

"Your right, but he also needs a Lex Luthor." He said before kissing me, heating my blood with just one touch.

"Well, Jackie doesn't like you very much…" I said after the kiss.

"I was thinking more, around the lines of Vampires everywhere." He said, bragging, almost…

"Okay then. Super Women will help you forget that mean nasty Luthor."

"Super Man does need some time to be Clark Kent, and help out Lois once and a while."

"I'm confused, am I super women, or Lois Lane?" I frowned, confused.

"Both." He smiled. Jake's smile made me forget in that moment, all about Bethie, or Pete, or the pending murder trial, (If they found Pete…) And as we kissed, he slid my t-shirt over my head…

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Pete's POV (Gasp!)

I had made it, all the way to Italy, and I was living with my 2nd cousin twice removed, that neither of my parents remembered existed. But I did. I knew the day would come where I would have to move to Volterra. It was just the way things had to be. I loved Kristie, and thought of her constantly. But, I rarely had time, and was always having to lock up the house after dark. I wonder why…?

I couldn't wait to find her again. Although, yeah, I felt guilty about killing Bethie, but I wanted to make Kristie scream my name. Out of pain, lust or hatred. Whatever suited her worked I guess.

Today was Sunday, and my cousin, Adelina called me to lock the door.

I walked out front, because the door locks from the outside. As I was locking the door, I felt like somebody was watching me. Like, you know? Like, OoOo I'm watching you!!! So I turned around. There was a bunch of guys wearing Black cloaks.

"Hello Peter." The one in the front said.

"How do you know my name?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, we know a lot about you, including a good friend of yours, Kristina Masen."

"What do you want with her?"

"No, no. It's what we want you to do to her."

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Kristie POV

I got up at 9:00, and changed into my funeral dress. It was a slim black dress. I didn't think it fit with my red hair. I put my red hair in a bun at the top of my head. And let two delicate curls fall to my cheeks.

When I turned, I saw Jake on my bed, wearing a nice shirt and tie. I'm sure he felt uncomfortable.

"You look nice." He smiled.

"Let's go, okay," I frowned. "Can we take the car?"

"Sure Kris." He stood, and ran to me. He grabbed my hands.

I was dreading this. This was the first funeral since great-Grammy Masen died 7 years ago. She was 100 years old exactly. Her daughter in law, my grandma Masen, always retells the story's she used to tell… Really, she's living them. She calls everybody by the secret lovers name… Edmund…? Edward…? Maybe Emmet…? I have no idea. I forget. While I zoned, I didn't realize that subconsciously, I had walked to Jake's tiny car, which was parked outside my house. I guess I zoned a lot.

"Hey, Kris," Jake said, as I awoke from my haze. "Are you going to get in the car?"

"What? Yeah." I said, stilled dazed. I quickly brushed of the passenger seat, and got in.

Jake got in, and turned the car on. The car groaned. But, it sputtered along the road. I wanted to talk about something, so I went to a subject was a little rough. I guess I was being selfish, but I just wanted to know everything about his life.

"So, um…" I frowned as I fumbled with a lose strand of hair, "Do you still love Bella?"

Jake got tense.

"Why would you ask a question like that?" he was suppressing anger.

"Just…because… I want to feel like you tell me things…"

"Okay. I can accept that…" He was still angry… "Yes… I still love her…"

"Okay." I shrugged it off. First loves are like that. I know... well, actually I don't. Jake really is my first love.

"You don't mind?"

"No, I'm absolutely sure you love me more."

"You better be."

At that moment we pulled into the parking lot. It was a bleak, small church. It had small windows and a bell tower. It looked even more depressing with the flow of people wearing black. Me and Jake got out of the car, and walked around the front of the car. I quickly grabbed his large hand. He smiled gently at me. As we approached the church, I saw Jackie. We walked over to her.

"Hey." I said, sadly.

We walked in together in silence. We sat on the right side of the church, in a pew close to the front. The priest walked onto the alter, and said some prayers to which I didn't listen to. He said something about a river, how people cross it, and wait for other people to come over. People did their sermons, but all I did was cry… I didn't listen to anything, or anybody. I just let all my tears out. I placed my head on Jakes shoulder and I thought I felt a drip on my hair. Was Jake crying? No, I don't believe he was. But… Maybe… My tears made my face burn. Before I knew it, the mass was over. That was all she got? But, I got in Jakes car to follow the funeral precession. We drove behind the black hearse that held Bethie's limp body. We followed it to the graveyard. I stepped out of my car and waked to the coffin that was being lowered into the ground. I couldn't stop crying. But I knew I would have to. Someday…

But not today.

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AN: Okay, Bethie's funeral was really bad, but I've only been 2 one funeral, and I was like 10, so I don't remember it all that well. So, don't be angwe Jinenki-Sama!!!! Now, Press that little purple button, or this will be the last chapter. You know what that means! Review. shipporinKIMS11 doesn't count cuz sh's my friend, and already knows the plot line. So her reviewing is just pointless. I need… Hmm… 5 reviews!!!! HAHAHAH!!!! Evil writer… What? I need review! I guess I am selfish… wateve!