Brave
Angels lift you off the ground You can trust so easily You go to fight for love like a soldier Keep my guard up constantly You go to fight for love like a soldier Oh I'm not, Oh I'm not brave You go to fight for love like a soldier
I've got shadows weighing me down
Still you believe
You believe in me
I wish I could feel that way
I can't give you all of me
Still your holding on
When you should be gone
I wish I was that brave
I wanna run away
You're never scared to walk through the fire
I wish I had your faith
I turn away
Knowing my heart could break
I'm so afraid to fall and surrender
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
Stop this pain from piercing me
Now I dont know how
How to put it down
I wish I was that brave
I wanna run away
You're never scared to walk through the fire
I wish I had your faith
I turn away
Knowing my heart could break
I'm so afraid to fall and surrender
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
Still you believe
You believe in me
I wish I was that brave
I wanna run away
You're never scared to walk through the fire
I wish I had your faith
I turn away
Knowing my heart could break
I'm so afraid to fall and surrender
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
Jacob POV
I woke up to hair tickling the underneath of my chin, as the hair moved again I froze. Everything that happened yesterday came back to me. Rosalie and the cologne, the pictures, Esme and her cooking, Emmett's threat, Edward sleeping, Edward drinking my blood…kissing Edward. Again the hair moved, more frantically this time, pulling my chin from atop of it, I looked down at the figure next to me. His eyebrows are knitted together, a look of intense concentration on his beautiful face.
Edward pulls against my hold, though I know it's futile. I will always be stronger than him. Sighing, I un-wrap my arms from around him. Immediately he's on the couch on the opposite side of the room. His eyes are wide, hair a dishevelled mess. "Why?" He must have seen my confused expression for he elaborated. "Why wasn't I able to get out of your arms?" His breathing started to pick up, started to get panicky. Shallow breaths escape his slightly parted lips as his eyes lock onto mine.
"Edward, Edward, calm down." He stands up, only to start pacing the room back and forth. After about a minute he turns to me, eyes blazing like fire. "Calm down? Calm down? I'm meant to be stronger than you! That's why you hunt in packs. How do y-" I was hoping to be able to keep this to myself for a while, but it looks like he's going to find out today. Walking up to him I grab his shoulders while spinning him around.
He struggles a little but gives up when he knows it's no good. Shaking his shoulder to get him to look at me, I wait till our eyes meet. "Edward you're my imprint, I'm naturally stronger than you." I say as calm as I can, though it only seems to make him more panicked. Edward struggles more violently so I release him so I know I won't hurt him. "Normally a wolf imprints on a human, so there is no need for their strength to increase. But as you said, vampires are stronger than wolves so when I imprinted on you, it meant that my strength increased so I could protect you easier or stop you from doing something."
"So what are you going to do? Kill all my family so I've got no one left? So I'll have to come with you? Or are you just going to take me? Or force me to do things? Control me?" His voice becomes more hysterical with every word that comes out of his mouth. How could he think I would do such things? Just when I thought he was beginning to trust me to a certain degree. "How could you even think such things?" I whisper, scared that my voice will crack if I talk any louder.
A loud sigh comes from him as he sits back down on the couch. "This is all new to me; just forget about what I said." Deciding that is the best thing to do, I move over to him while pulling him onto my lap. His vanilla scent attacks my senses, mixing with my own woodsy smell. Rubbing my nose in his hair, my hands unconsciously run up and down the sides of his chest.
Soft noises come from him, short little bursts of noise. Frowning slightly, I run my fingertips over his sides again. Once again the noises come, as well as a slight shake to his shoulders. Moving my hands up to his armpits, I rub my fingertips in circles. This time the shakes become more vigorous, the noises even louder. "Is Edward Cullen ticklish?" A snort comes from the teenager in front of me, though I know he is.
"Y-y-yes-s-s!" he shouts while trying in vain to get away from my hands, his earlier memories forgotten. A giggle escapes him as he tries to wriggle away. Loosening my grip on him I let him crawl away, letting him think he has a chance to get away from me. I stare at his ass as he crawls to the bed, disappearing around the corner. "I've told you not to think of me like that!" a whine floats out from behind the bed. Grinning I get up, pausing when I hear his breath hitch.
As I start to make my way to him I hear fabric shuffle, as if he's trying to get away. Predicting his move I get ready for him to leave his spot. Edward leaps from his spot behind the bed, just as I jump from mine. Both of us collide and land on the bed, Edward pinned beneath me. Instantly the laughter stops, I get locked in his eyes, Brown locked to gold. Gold locked to brown.
Leaning forward to press my lips to his, I take a deep breath. I don't want to be cut off with having to breathe. Every so slightly that I almost missed it, I see Edward lean forward a fraction. One of my hands' snake around the back of his head, cupping it, while moving his head forward slightly. When I do this his eyes break contact with mine, a slight fear filling them. Smiling down at him I let his head go, straight away I see the fear go.
"Edward? What's wrong?" I ask, my mind coming up with all sorts of reasons for the fear to be there. Is he worried that I will do what he said earlier? Worried that he's pushing himself to fast? That I'm pushing him too fast? He smiles though it's shaky.
"No, it's nothing like that." Rolling us to the side I hug my chin on top of his head like I did last night. Rubbing his back slightly I wait for him to start. No point in forcing him to do something he doesn't want to. Kneading my palm and then my fingers into his back, I feel the knots loosen up. Multiple times I hear him start to say things, and every time he cuts it off. "It's, it's just…" Again he trails off. Granted people say that you have unlimited patience with your imprint, but mine is wearing thin.
"Edward, tell me." It comes out more of a growl than anything else. A shudder comes from him as I realise what I just did. How am I going to get him to trust me if I go around growling at him? Just as I was about to apologize he starts to speak.
"You can trust people so easily. You put faith in people so easy. You fight for everything you want. I can't trust people easily. I can't put faith in people. I want to run from foreign things. The truth is…that I'm afraid to surrender and love again…" Silence comes over us as I continue to massage his back. Is he scared he's going to get hurt? Scared that I'll just leave after I get what he thinks I want? Scared that he'll kill me? Scared that someone else will kill me?
"All of them." He whispers so softly that I think it might be the wind coming from the broken window. Sighing I roll him over so we're chest to chest. Unconsciously I hug him closer to me, holding him to me. We lay there, our breathing synchronized. What can you say to that? I mean, it's not like words alone will actually persuade him. "So, what do you want to do today? We can't exactly stay in bed all day."
Edward chuckles, his cool breath fanning across my chest. "Up to you, I'm not bothered." Don't you just hate it when people twist your words so you end up making the choice? Does he want to go to the forest? Hunt again? Go around the house? To La Push? Then again I really don't want him going there after what happened last time. "What about La Push?" he would chose the one I don't want him to.
His shoulders shake while I silent laugh shakes through him. "Right get up and get dressed, I don't think it's good going to the beach in PJ's, do you?" I ask while thinking about what I'm going to wear. After all it all got destroyed last night when Edward…a…b…c…d…
"What are you hiding?" Comes a mumbled reply from my chest. "What did I do?" Edward asks curiosity clear in his voice and eyes. I start shouting the alphabet in my head, while I look away from Edward when he cringes. How do I tell him? There's no easy way to tell him is there? Seriously though, how do you tell someone you attacked them? "Tell me Jacob." He says though it sounds more of a plea. As much as I don't want to tell him, how can I keep something like this from him?
"You attacked me." I state simply, almost in a bored tone. Hurt flashes through his eyes, staying in them while he schools his expression. Holding him tighter to me, my heart swells as he moves closer, snuggling deeper into my chest. He doesn't say or do anything except breath in and out quicker than usual. "What's up with you? Eh?" I light-heartedly joke though it has the opposite effect. His shoulders shake softly as he tries to bury himself deeper into me. "Come on it was my fault; I went into the forest when you told me not to."
"T-t-t-that's not-t-t the point thou-u-gh!" Edward blubbered while I rubbed his back, softly in a circular motion. Hugging him closer I waited out the tears. Tear by tear they slowed, eventually stopping. "I hate it; I hate it that I can't control it!" He shouts though it's muffled by my chest. I don't interrupt, instead choosing to let him get it all off his chest. "Every single hunt! Every time I risk lives! I'm just a monster…" Edward's voice lowers considerably when he says the last part.
Putting a finger under his chin, I lift his head up so I can look him in the eyes. "You are not a monster." Without waiting for him to say anything else, I press my lips to his. At first he freezes with shock, but eventually his lips come to life bit by bit. Just as it comes to the height of the kiss he pulls away, rolling me away from him.
"Come on, Esme will be wondering where we are." He gets up, wiping his eyes.
Following him out I can't help but wonder how he cried. Vampires shouldn't cry, should they?
AN: I love you people! 75 reviews! Can we try for 85 maybe this week? Any way, I started my own story called 'I Believe' please check it out and review, any constructive criticism is welcomed! Any way, here's what it's about.
Anthony Miller, a vampire hunter, seeks revenge after the homocides of his parents. What happens when sexy Eliza Cole's car breaks down outside the garage? What about her b***chy 'sister' Mary? Edward Bella. Soz for that it's so it'll show in seaches lolx please read! x