Jacob sat in front of his closet, his legs crossed and his hair free of any type of tie-ing device. It was so long the ends touched the floor!

But Jacob knew Edward liked it.....and for some crazy reason.....he liked it when Edward liked parts about him.

Jacob's closet doors were open, and their were many piles of toys and dirty clothes placed around him, as he was cleaning out his closet.

Summer cleaning, you could call it. Edward and him were actually going to New York City the next day, so Jacob needed some clothes. Of course, for the odd reason, it took a while for him to convince Billy to let him go—even though he was the one who had suggested it! Jacob didn't even think it was Billy who cared. Quil and Embry and definitely Sam and the rest of his friend were very protective of Jacob. They didn't seem to like Edward that much......

Jacob didn't get why. How could you not like Edward? It's like....impossible! Yeah, he's really pale, and yeah, he has really weird eyes, and yeah, he's very possessive, but still!

He has the awesome-ist hair fucking ever, and the way his eyes change color, though odd, is cool! And Jacob didn't think Edward would look better if he was any tanner then translucent so......

And the coldness? Well, saying how Jacob always seemed to have this weird heat barrier around him, and he often woke up sweating and in a heat stroke type of thing, that coldness was like an ice-cream on a beach day.

It felt good.

Jacob also like being wanted, so that possessive side of Edward might get a little annoying, but over all, it just makes Jacob feel like he's someone—even though he knows he's not.

Jacob rummaged through the closet, throwing pants and shirt everywhere, until he found a brown cardboard box.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, taking the extremely heavy box out, thumping it in front of him.

He didn't remember a box being there.....and why the hell was it so heavy?

Jacob sighed, and he felt something really weird inside him.

He started unfolding the flaps, and then taking out the stuff that was inside of it.

First it was clothes.

Shirts, actually:

I like dogs, you stupid cat.

Lambs will always love the lions.

Heroin is not for Minors.

I feel Emo.....nope, i just like beer

RIOT!!!

Im with the one i love(arrow)

Gays are for Vampires

I got a dollar, what can i do?

Werewolves keep it real

Go green, not oily

I just hurt myself with a stapler....

Japan(AN: in Japanese characters)

If you were to die today, would you smile?

Vampire + Werewolf = BAD

Jacob stared at the shirts. Where the hell had he gotten these?!

He held them up to his body, and they fit his figure perfectly.

He had no clue.....

He sighed, setting them aside, and then pulled out many belly button rings.

Paw prints....Fangs....Guns....EMO....Blood Tear Drop....

What the fuck?!?!

What's with the vampire and werewolf shit?!?

His mind, eager for more, dug inside and there was only one more thing left

As he felt it, he could tell it was paper.....he pulled it out. It had been at the bottom, but why...?

The paper was ripped and down and it had many creases, but it was if Jacob could read it perfectly.....

I am sorry, Jacob. I hurt you, and there is nothing i can do to atone for what happened. I am a monster, and i knew our relationship would never worked like you—i—we— wanted it too. I am sorry i can't be there for you, but i have decided: It's time i leave. You need to get your life back on track. We're enemies. I will always remember you, Jacob. I will. And.....i hope you can make it without me. I love you Jacob so please, don't cry.

Despite the last two words, Jacob saw smudged on the paper—tear marks.

Jacob stared at it, and his mind stirred, threatening so much...

Jacob's eyes glowed red and his fangs grew; his nails sharpened and he let out a low hiss. His cheeks became wet and his body became on an icy fire....

Edward walked out of Jacob's room, leaving the teen to check through his closet for clothes and other objects.

As he walked into the kitchen, he was met by Embry Call.

Edward took in inward sigh as he noticed the wolfs eyes follow him in every move he make as he washed Jacob's dishes.

Finally, Embry rolled his eyes, and he came out a conclusion in his mind. He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms.

"So...what's Jacob's baby like?"

"Our baby," Edward corrected, not too rudely nor too kindly, "Is none of your business."

Embry let out a chuckle, shaking his head in mock. "Just tell me what he's like. Jesus Christ you parasite, calm down."

Edward paused, looking over the wolf, and then smirked. "His name is Sebastian and Rebel. He has Jacob's long hair, but my color. His skin is icy cold(E), but his blood is on fire(J). His heart beats(J), and he loved taking things apart and rebuilding them(J). He likes music, also(E).He has an amazing sense of smell and really, everything else that comes in the....wolf line. He enjoys blood though, but that is more of his rebellious side. He likes pets, and that is why we have a cat and a dog. Sebastian likes freedom and he also likes hurting people—though he is usually kind to most."

"Any powers?"

Edward froze, and then sighed and put the last dish into the dishwasher. "He can get into any things mind or body, and control it. Is that all?"

"Sure."

"hissssssss.......EDWARD!"

Edwards head snapped to Jacob's door across the hall.

He could feel the anger and hate and.....just all emotions combined into this.....ball of...rage!

Embry seemed to notice too. "What is tha—"

Edward shushed him with a glare, and then he was in front of Jacob's door, opening it. He quickly walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

Jacob — eyes red and livid—demonic, posessed; body tense; fangs sprouted; black hair floating, fang marks swirling with crimson liquid; body actually five inches off the ground; hissing evilly—stared at Edward.

Edward saw a box with many objects that Alive must've gave him back then dumped over on the ground, and he saw a piece of paper.

The Note, Edward realized.

"Who are you?!," Jacob bellowed. It didn't sound like Jacob, and if it did, it was slick with hate and rage and demonic power.

"WHO. THE. HELL. ARE. YOU?!??!?!"

Edward stared at the demon Jacob. How could Jacob be like this......? And why, did Jacob keep that stuff?!!?

Suddenly, Edward was flying into the wall, and he crashed into it. It hurt.

A hand was gripping tightly on his neck, fingernails punning into it. Edwards and Jacobs face were only centimiters away.

Edward suddenly realized something.

Jacob was crying.

Yes, tears ran down Jacob's translutiant cheeks, glossing them over.

"J-jacob....," Edward whispered. He felt the nails dig in tighter, and he blinked. "J-jacob, calm. Down."

Suddenly, all rage was gone, all...anger. It was just a crying Jacob, holding him weakly.

Jacob stared at Edward in shock. "Wha....what are you doing?," he asked, confused.

Then, his eyes widened, and he quickly let go of Edward, only to point at the wall. "THERE'S A FUCKING HOLE IN MY WALL!," he shrieked.

Edward stared at him. Did he just forget everything that happened......?

Jacob continued going insane over the wall, yelling at Edward, asking what happened.

Edward noticed Jacob's eyes connect with the piece of paper on the ground, but then Jacob's eyes were back on the hole, and he was yelling once again.

Edward sighed.

"Edward, Edward!," Jacob yelled, grinning widely as he pulled Edward through the crowded streets of New York City.

Jacob was so happy he could cry, and Edward was glad. Though Edward hated crowded places with a passion, if it held Jacob's happiness, he would do it any day.

"Ooh, Edward, can we walk this!?!?," he asked, pointing at a spot at the map he was holding.

"Sure," Edward replied, not even looking at it.

"Yes!"

Edward grinned, and he looked down at the map. He must've been pointing at Brooklyn Bridge. It was midnight right now, so it was perfect.

Edward and Jacob began their trip on the long bridge, keeping to the side walk. Jacob leaned over the side a lot, looking down at the water and smiling. He totally trusted himself not to jump, so he wasn't scared. It was a long walk, though it didn't tire them one bit. They didn't talk much, mostly gazed at the bright city lights. The walked to the other side and the back, actually holding hands.

Edwards hands were cold and they chilled Jacob, but he held onto it tightly, scared if his let it go, it wouldn't return. He didn't know why.

Billy had promised to fix the whole in his room by the time he got back, also. Jacob still didn't know how it happened, and he was curious. But he didn't ask.....yet. He was angry at himself for forgetting, but hey, it couldn't be helped.

They walked into the M&M's palace, Jacob eyes glossing over as the sweety scent filled his nostrils. They took the whole self tour, and they ended up buying much—for Jacob of course.

Two days went by extremely fast. They both slept in the same bed, but they still failed to have intercourse......

They saw the Statute of Liberty on a foggy day. Despite that, it was still a beautiful sight.

It was the third day now—the third night. Tomorrow they would leave.

Jacob was slightly sad, but he knew he would one-day visit again.....

Edward was in the master bathroom(how the hell did Edward afford this??!?! And damn...he sure was quick with planning.....) showering, so Jacob took out the no-name book.

He hadn't even opened it once since he saw it that first day in the box, so right now would be a good time.

He set down the book, and started slowly flipping it.

Suddenly, the pages went like rapid fire—as if a strong wind had just blown them—and they stopped on a page. An empty page.

Jacob stared at it, to scared to think this was like Harry potter......

The page was simply blank, no words, no smudges, no markings, no nothing.

Suddenly, words in very good cursive started forming at the center of the page.

Ari Thorn

Jacob stared at it, eyes wide with confusement, fear, and excitement.

Suddenly, the book flipped shut on it's own. The bathroom door opened and Edward walked out, a towel around his waist. He looked to Jaocb, raising an eyebrow.

"Is anything wrong?"

Jacob slowly shook his head, tearing his vision away from the book—which he slowly hid under the bed. "Nope, not really."

School is OUT!! Sorry for grammar mistakes and spelling issues.

I just came out with a chapter for each of my stories in 7 hours, so really......