CHAPTER TWELVE
No Point Of View
"Jacob?" Miley whispered hesitantly, the two were laying side-by-side in a green clearing in the middle of the woods that Jacob had taken her to.
"Yeah?" His voice was just as low as hers.
"I'm scared!" Miley told him, looking over at him and letting him see the fear in her eyes.
"Why?" Jacob asked, sitting up and looking down at her, reaching out to stroke a few strands of hair back from her face. "Was it something I did? How can I stop it?"
"It's nothing you did, Jacob. It's something that the Cullens think I might do." Jacob frowned, supressing a growl at the mention of the name, he was more concerned about Miley.
"What did they say, Mi's?" Jacob murmured, vowing murder if it was anything bad as she sat up and looked down at her hands.
"Edward said that Doctor Cullen thinks I might become a werewolf as well because my great grandfather was and because of the 'emotional distress' of what happened two months ago." She said, feeling a slight releif in her chest when she told him, she hadn't known what to do with the information since Saturday morning when she woke up for the second time and realized it wasn't a dream. "What happens if I do?"
"Never thought about it much, I didn't know girls could be werewolves." Jacob answered truthfully, taking her small hands in his larger ones and brushing his lips across her knuckles.
"I didn't either, Edward said that Doctor Cullen had come across other female wolves in rare cases when they'd been through 'great emotional distress'..." Miley explained, wincing at the look of anger that crossed his face at the mention of the vampires.
"Like you!" Jacob finished with a sigh, sure, being a wolf was fun sometimes; you got to run really fast, could beat up vampires, and having Miley ride around on his back wasn't exactly a downside either... But he wasn't going to wish it anyone, there was a lot of responsibility and danger that came with it that he didn't want for Miley.
"What will I do if I do phase, Jacob?" She looked up at him with such pure innocence in her crystaline, teary blue-ish eyes that his heart broke.
"I don't know, Miles, but whatever happens I'll always be there for you for as long as I live and as long as you'll have me!" Jacob vowed, kissing away her fallen tears.
TWILIGHT
Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View
When Jacob had noticed the grey sky getting steadily darker abover us he released me from his warm, comforting arms and both of us turned around, facing away from each other as he stripped off his pants and phased, I knew I must have been blushing bright red from the heat I could feel rising on my face, just like every time he had to do this. I slowly counted to ten before turning around to see my wolf standing there proudly, I was in awe.
"You're the most handsom-est canine I've ever seen!" I murmured without thinking, wrapping my arms around his neck as he got closer to me, he was definately the most perfect being I'd ever seen, both in human and wolf form. I kept one hand on him as we wondered through the forrest for a couple of minutes to find a tree for me to climb or something, eventually coming across a falling tree that was big enough that I could reach his back. Within a couple of short minutes we at the edge of the forrest by Uncle Charlie's house and I slid off of his back, not being able to stop a smile when he nuzzle me softly. "Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked him quietly, absently scratching his head. Wolf-Jacob let out a soft whine of aproval and nodded his big furry head slightly. "I should go inside before Uncle Charlie gets home... I'll see you." I whispered reluctantly, kissing his nose before quickly dashing across the road to the house.
"Hey, Miley!" Bella smiled a little at me as I passed the kitchen where she was making dinner.
"Hey!" I replied softly, stopping in the doorway and watching her for a few seconds. "Want some help?"
"No thanks!" Bella said and we decended into silence as she continued cooking. I excused myself and went up to my room, dropping my backpack on the floor by my bed and walking over to my closet.
I'd brought the guitar again, the same one that had paralized me last time and it was just as beautiful as ever. I sat on my bed with the guitar and grabbed a notebook and pen from my endless supply I had for writing songs; I knew the melody I had in my head would sound better on a piano, but I really wanted to play my Daddy's prized guitar... And I didn't exactly have a piano handy right now. I only had a few non-sensicle lyrics at first, that quickly melded into a couple of lines. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and said a silent prayer, before positioning the guitar and putting my fingers in place, hoping I wouldn't freeze again.
When my whole world is fallin'apart
When there's no light to break up the dark
That's when I, I...
I look at you...
I tested out the lyrics, a wash of relief running through me that my fingers moved at my will. After moment of pause I grabbed the pen and quickly scribbled the words down, looking at them crytically... Something was missing at the begining. I started strumming again in hopes that something would come to me and my mind wandered back to when Jacob had told me about the 'beach' on the reservation, and how it had sand. He'd taken me to the beach yesterday after dinner and before I fell asleep, the waves that he said weren't all that good were crashing almost violently against the shore... It was beautiful.
And the waves were crashing on shore
And the one thing I want in my core
I frowned, they didn't sound right, I wrote them down beneath the initial lines to see if they looked any better, but quickly scratched them out. I though of Jacob, he'd been my light the last month... I know it should have been Jake - and he was my Angel - but Jacob, I had a special connection with before I even knew what it was I knew it was there, when I hadn't been having nightmares, they'd been dreams about him, even in the three times I saw him before I left Forks last month he was like a bright sun in my world full of darkness and death.
When I look at you I see forgiveness
I see the truth
You love me for who I am
That felt a lot more right; after I'd told him that I killed my family he'd looked me in the eyes, said it wasn't my fault and for some weird, unknown, completely delusional reason I beleived him. I liked to call those type of lies 'comforting untruths' because of the way they could make me feel better even though there was no way he could be right. I changed the melody slightly as another few lines weaved into my mind of their own free will.
You appear just like a dream to me
Just like Kaleidoscope colors that
Cover me, all I need, every
Breath that I breath, don't you know
You're beautiful...
Great, now I had few jumbled lines and what could possibly be the bridge or something. I let my fingers wander freely over the strings, playing something soft that somehow reminded me of Jacob even more, he was my inspritation for the first peice of music in over two months.
Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs to love
I wrote those two lines down and looked at them for a good minute, trying to figure out what was wrong... Lyrically I knew they were good, but it just didn't feel right, and I always went with my feelings when I wrote. I don't know how long I was up there trying to write my love song for Jacob, but after what felt like only a couple of minutes Bella was knocking on my door telling me dinner was ready and that Uncle Charlie was home.
"I-I'm not really hunngry, Jingle Bells..." I paused, I hadn't called her that in years. "I think I'm just gonna do my homework and then go to bed."
TWILIGHT
Isabella M. Swan's Point Of View... Be nice to me about this one, I'm not good with Bella
Jingle Bells!
Miley used called me that when we were little kids because we only really saw each other at Christmas-time, she hadn't called me that in about six years.
I had gone upstairs to get her for dinner with me and Charlie and had heard her singing - she always used to sing, her dream was to be a singer (something she accomplished with Hannah Montana, who had been 'missing' for over two months) - it was a beautiful song and I had a feeling Jacob was the inspiration she was talking about.
After dinner Charlie went to watch T.V like usual and I climbed the stairs again, earing Miley struggle with her song before the music halted and she mumbled something I couldn't hear before starting to play again a few seconds later. When I got to my room Edward was already there, he'd usually wait until Charlie and Miley were asleep to come through my window, but I wasn't exactly going to complain about getting to spend more time with him.
"Your cousin is a very talented musician!" He stated, his velvet voice like music in itself as he spoke.
"I know!" I agreed, what else was ther to do? He was right, Miley was one of the most talented musicians I ever heard, and besides, why would I want to argue with him? "But, to be honest, I'm just glad she's playing again, it's been so long I wouldn't have cared if she was playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!" I said truthfully, remembering when she played that very song on the piano once when she was about three or four years old.
"Carlisle is rather unsure about Miley!" Edward said, sitting on my bed and wrapping one of his stoney, ice cold arms around me as I sat as well, his words piquing my interest; Carlisle had theorized just three days ago that Miley might turn into a wolf like Jacob and the other Quileute boys, Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry and Quil. "He now seems unsure as to weather she will be one of those mutts like her dogboy imprinter." I ignored the insults at Jake and moved on, now Carlisle though she wouldn't phase? "He said that her blood smelled particularly sweet as opposed to a dog... Like the difference between sugar and lemons." He mused and I was confused.
"So Miley's not going to change?" I asked, more than a little put off by the frown on Edwards perfect, pale face.
"That's the part that puzzles us all; though her blood is sweet, Carlisle recovered a smaple of her blood and referenced it with blood samples of some of the wolves the hospital had and Miley definately has the gene, so he guesses it's only a matter of time before she becomes one of them, but weather that will change the scent of her blood I do not know."
Not as long as usual, I know, but I just wanted to get on last chapter in before Christmas!
It's five minutes into Christmas Eve here in Australia and I can't wait for tomorrow!
Anywho, I promise on my brothers life that Miley will sing to Jacob in the next chapter, I actually had scenario written before, but it sucked horribly so I deleted!
Let me know what you think of this!
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