Burning all that Was

By thunderspeak

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns everything. Including my life.

Summary: Ephraim Black killed a girl a long time ago, and her spirit comes back to haunt the Black household. Fires, exorcisms, and many post-it notes later Jacob find himself falling for girl he can never have. Jake/OC

AN: EMERGENCY--- Review please? Also, thinking of making a playlist for this at the end of the series. Also thinking about a sequel.

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Chapter 21

"Why would you want to be with an undead bitch?"

Undead bitch, undead, undead, undead.

The words repeated in her head as Vivian sat there. And poor Jacob, defending her with anger. He looked so different, him turning against his friends. For her.

She was a freak, she was dead, and nothing would change that. No matter how much Jacob assured her they could.

Breathing speeding up, all the memories of Jacob rushed back through her… his kissing, his hugs, his laughter, his smile.

Jacob, her Jacob.

Standing up shakily, she ran into the house, moving through the walls into his bedroom. Collapsing onto the floor, she felt unbearably… hot. A glaze filled her eyes, and Vivian felt herself losing control. Waves of anger, pain washed over her, tearing her apart.

The last thoughts entered her mind before she was gone into darkness, a simple sigh in her mind.

We could have been.

Flames licking up though her hair, on her skin, her eyes no longer seeing.

It scorched out and touched the curtains slightly, and his desk. It was hot, sweat starting to blossom off of Jacob's forehead. A little electricity snapped and crackled around her hands, which she held up, palms facing the ceiling.

She was not burning though, the fire seemed to harmlessly glance off of her skin.

Jacob spun on his heel and ran into his father's room where he napped, yanking him up barely hearing the drowsy, what?

Flying through the house with unnatural speed even for a were wolf, he sat his father down in front of Leah and Sam who were staring wide eyed at the flames starting to lick out of his bedroom window.

Entering the house once again, he noticed smoke was starting to fill the hall way.

Making his way back into his room he pulled the blankets of his bed, and stomped them on the small fires on his floor, before bundling them up onto his low half lit desk.

One left.

Looking at the burnt bedding, he realized they were no longer useful. Only water could solve this. Flying into the bath room, he picked up a bowl previously used for soap and filled it, before almost throwing it in his room, on the curtains.

All the fires were dead, and Jacob was left gasping for air. Vivian, still on the floor blinked a few times coming out of her trance like state.

"Vivian?" he called through his hard breathing and the roaring in his ears, his voice broken. All he cared, all he needed, was her to be alright.

Falling to his knees in front of her, his big eyes looked at her with a painful look, putting his hands on her shoulders. Finally she came to, and raised her eyes to his face. Relief was evident in his eyes, and Jacob sighed all the weight falling of his shoulders.

But there was something strange in her eyes, and it scared him.

"I've done nothing but destroy," she said softly, raising her hand to his face, running her fingertips across his forehead to push away his bangs. Jacob was silent.

"I don't deserve you, this beautiful perfect person."

Gasping for air, she choked back something that resembled a sob, and before Jacob could say anything (his denials, because really, he thought she had it backward) she was gone.

Literally, just gone suddenly, evaporated from the air. And his hands fell to his sides, as he stared in shock at the empty space where she had been.

Gone? The thought was almost a whimper.

A sense of panic flooded him but strangely, he did not move. Just staring at the place where she had once been.

The word repeated in his head, Gone gone gone.

Jacob tried to cheer himself up, thinking she must have just ran, disappearing into the forest, but a nagging thought in the back of his mind told him otherwise. Vivian was gone to heaven or whatever there was, and she was never coming back.

It took moments for this thought to register, and heart splitting open, Jacob stood and walked very calmly out the door.

Past Sam, past Billy, and he even ignored Leah and her scowl. It just didn't seem important anymore. Jacob was alone, and that was really all that was going on in his head. She was gone, he was alone. It was a simple equation really.

Other than that, Jacob did have another coherent thought besides the mournful keening in his mind.

Thinking of the last time Bella left him, he realized that this moment of being alone was probably a thousand times worse.

And Jacob phased.

Cringing at the hardly human howl in the forest, Billy knew what he had to do. This ghost was too powerful, and most importantly was causing his son pain.

"We must get rid of the ghost."

His words were sharp and surprised Sam who was standing next to him. Billy leaned against a tree, his wheelchair still in the house. They had opened windows and the doors to hopefully air out the smoke, but it would not rid the damage.

One corner of the house was charred, curls of smoke coming up from the black wood. Jacobs's room.

"I agree. But… Jacob…" Sam began.

Shaking his head sadly, "I know, but Jacob doesn't know what's best for him. And this ghost is causing too much damage. If it alright, I would like to call the priest to exorcise her."

Shifting on his feet, Sam wondered if this was the right thing to do. In the end, it would probably cost him Jacob. Making up his mind, Sam ran into the house and grabbed the phone off of the charger.

Making his way through the smoke and back to Billy, he coughed, "All right. I give the permission for you to have this ghost exorcised."

Smiling ruefully, Billy began to dial.

WHOOHOO. new chapter! sorry for not updating faster, but summer has been a bit hectic. don't worry though, the next chapter has a looooot of action. so pretty please

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aight? love you all. thanks for reading, -thunderspeak