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Chapter 24

~The Big Reveal~

Previously

Jacob stroked my cheek with his index finger, his eyes dark and thoughtful. Then I realized that the night of the accident was the first night I met Jacob, when we were undeniably attracted to each other at Bella's birthday party. How can you love someone that soon? How can your world tilt after meeting someone for a few minutes at a party, not even knowing if you would ever see them again?

"Jacob? I need you to tell me the truth. What's going on here? How could we fall in love so quickly? How did you know I was the one? What are you?"

~*Angela's POV*~

Jacob looked away silently, body rigid, jaw clenched. The tension was a palpable presence in the room with us. My heart started hammering, and I feared that the truth was something I would not be able to handle. Was I opening Pandora's Box by asking him to tell me? Should I have left well enough alone? The silence between us grew.

"Jacob?"

"Oh, please, Angela," he moaned, dropping his head into his hands. A tremor went through me. Was it that bad, then? I couldn't imagine what it was, but his reaction had me fearing the worst. "I didn't want to do this now."

"What does that mean, Jacob? You're scaring me."

Turning towards me, he cupped my face in his hands, and there were tears standing in his beautiful, dark eyes. "I don't want you to be scared, Angela. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you. You have to believe me when I say, I would never do anything to harm you," he murmured against my lips. The feel of his mouth vibrating against mine as he spoke was clouding my mind, causing me to forget how urgent this felt a moment ago.

With great restraint, I pushed back on Jacob's chest. "Jacob, please. I-I can't think when you're so close to me."

"I'm sorry." Jacob sat back, giving me some space.

Looking into the fathomless depths of his eyes, I wondered what secrets they held. Deep down, I didn't believe that he would hurt me; every instinct I had said he was a good man and that he would do anything for me—just as he'd said. A single tear escaped, rolling down his cheek, and I wiped it away with my finger. "Jacob, what has you so twisted up inside?" I whispered.

"Angela, I fully intended to tell you everything, just not while you were in here recovering from a coma. Please, don't push this...I don't know if it's a good idea right now," Jacob said earnestly.

I sat there, looking into his eyes, wondering what to do. Should I push for the truth, or wait, as he requested? I knew I was fragile physically, but I felt fine mentally. My thoughts turned to Bella. She probably knew Jacob's secret, and if it was horrific, she wouldn't have approved of us being together. She was my best friend. Thinking about Bella knowing Jacob's secret triggered a memory from my coma when I'd heard voices in my room...

"You should have warned me – you knew they were here!" It was Bella's voice.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I was just so happy to have you back...I forgot they were here?" I recognized Edward's teasing tone.

"Ridiculous vampire! Act your age! What are you...a hundred and ten?" Bella's voice was filled with humor.

Was it possible? Was there such a thing as vampires? My eyes grew wider as I looked at Jacob in a new light. "You aren't human are you? Are you...a vampire, Jacob?" I whispered, not sure if I could handle the answer but needing to know the truth.

Jacob's reaction would have been comical if the situation wasn't so serious. His eyes bugged out, and he barked out a laugh. "No," he said with derision, "I am not a vampire. Where would you get such a crazy idea?"

Feeling uncertain, I answered, "Well, when I was in my coma, I heard Bella call Edward a vampire. Was it just a joke, then?"

Jacob massaged his eyes with his fingers, a deep sigh escaping. "Angela...I hope you can accept this...because if you can't, I just don't know how I will survive. I'm a...I'm a...werewolf."

"A werewolf," I echoed.

"Yes." Jacob raised his head to look me in the eye. There was nothing but truth in his face. He reached his hand out to me, stopping a few inches short of touching me and brought it back to his lap with a soft sigh.

"Edward? Is he...a vampire then?" I asked softly. Jacob nodded. My mind reeled. Then another thought struck me—of Bella telling me she dreamed of a huge wolf. "Oh, my God! Bella's dream of the wolf...that was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Angela," he answered softly, "that was me. Bella dreamed of me in my wolf form."

My boyfriend was a werewolf. Bella's boyfriend was a vampire. How exactly was the relationship thing supposed to work? Bella didn't seem to be distraught over it. Anyone with eyes had only to see her with Edward to know they were deeply in love. Then again, I had to question my own sanity, sitting here so calmly and considering the existence of vampires and werewolves. A laugh filled with irony escaped my lips.

"What is it, Angela? I need to know what you're thinking." Strain was evident on Jacob's face. He took my hand, tentatively, unsure of how I would react.

"This is just so...unbelievable. Here I am, contemplating the existence of mythical creatures. The strangest part of all is...I think I believe you," I whispered.

Jacob's mouth opened and then closed again. His eyes were communicating things that his words seemed unable to right now: how much he loved me, how much he needed me to accept him for what he was, and how sorry he was that I had to find this out now. I had no doubt that he would have told me when I was discharged from the hospital. There was no fear of dishonesty with Jacob; I knew he was an honest man—I could feel it. But it was all too much to process at once.

"Jacob, I need time," I said, slowly removing my hand from his. His eyes scrunched closed, as though the loss of contact between our hands was painful. "Please don't be angry with me. I need time alone to process all this and maybe talk with Bella. Please say you understand."

Jacob reached a hand up, ghosting it along my face without touching it, and I could feel the heat emanating from his fingers caress my skin. "Of course, Angela. You take all the time you need, baby. I'm so sorry; I didn't want you to find out like this. If anyone should be angry, it's you, not me."

"Thank you for understanding, Jacob."

He made sure I was settled in bed with everything I needed before leaving. As he reached the doorway he looked back at me, dark eyes shining with unshed tears. His enormous frame looked weighed down, as though carrying the heaviest of burdens when he slipped out of the room.

I missed him terribly the moment he was gone.

~*Sandra's POV *~

The morning dawned sunny. I knew that meant I would not see Laurent during the day. Sighing, I slid my legs off the bed, the carpet tickling my bare feet as they touched down. Padding into the en suite, I washed my face and brushed my teeth without looking into the mirror. I ran a brush through my long, salt-and-pepper hair until it was as smooth as silk and swinging about my shoulders. Finally, looking into the mirror above the sink, I met my own haunted eyes.

My eyes were gray...an almost silvery hue. They could be considered quite beautiful, when showcased just right—which they usually weren't. I had a clear, peaches-and-cream type complexion with no outward signs of aging. My skin and hair clashed considerably, causing much confusion to those who tried to gauge how old I was. Of course, the boring clothes and my usual bun, didn't encourage suspicions of youth. So, most people thought I was an old spinster with really good skin. In actuality, I was only forty. The spinster part was correct, though.

My family was all gone. I had a few friends, but most of them were married and had children. They had responsibilities: soccer, football, Karate, school plays, family outings, and play dates. Although a few still invited me over for the occasional cup of Joe, most of my friends had drifted away over time.

One might wonder why I didn't do something about my appearance. I could dye my hair, wear some make up, or buy new clothes. Been there, done that. Simple explanation? I was broken. I made the mistake of loving the wrong man—believing his lies and allowing him to rock my world so hard that I never recovered. And so I hid behind old, frumpy clothes and graying hair—never bothering with make up. That is, until I met Laurent.

Laurent and I met at an art show. I was there strictly for pleasure, looking over pieces I could never hope to own. There was something so freeing about walking through a gallery and using my imagination. When I stood before a piece of art, I felt truly alive. I stopped before a beautiful painting of a woman's profile in shadow. Her head was bent over in what could have been prayer or sorrow. She was in the middle of a courtyard, and life was going on around her, as though she didn't exist. Oh, how I identified with that painting! Before I could stop them, tears leaked from my eyes.

"It's a beautiful painting, but why is the lovely lady crying?" The voice was smooth and warm, with a slight Jamaican accent.

Startled, I swiped at my tears. Not looking towards the owner of the voice but keeping my eyes on the painting, I whispered, "That's me. I mean—not really—but, I could be her. Life goes on around me all the time while I am in shadow." I had no idea why I was confessing this to a complete stranger I hadn't even laid eyes on yet.

"It needn't be that way. Life should not be squandered. Days that are gone cannot be returned. Why do you choose to be alone?" The voice was coming from next to my right ear, soft and gentle.

"Who says I chose it?" I asked, a bit defensively.

"Am I wrong? Did you not choose to remain alone?"

"What do you mean 'remain' alone?"

"Was there not someone you loved deeply? Instead of healing, you keep ripping the wounds open, creating scar tissue." His voice was matter-of-fact. His tone was not condemning or judging.

Turning on my heel, eyes blazing, I faced the owner of the voice. "What do you know of it? Furthermore, what do you care?" As I turned I came face to chest with the man, and my words were aimed at his shirt and tie. I tipped my chin up to meet his gaze, and I was rendered speechless. What I found looking back at me was the most handsome, caramel-skinned man, with soulful golden eyes. His eyes were not filled with annoyance over my rudeness; his eyes were filled with compassion and understanding. My breath left me, along with my ire.

"You, my dear, are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You should never be in the shadows. Have dinner with me."

"What? Are you serious?"

A small smile played about his lips. "I am very serious. I am Laurent. What is your name?"

"Sandra."

"Sandra," he said my name as though rolling a fine wine around on his tongue. "Well, Sandra, will you have dinner with me tonight?"

And so I did. We spent a lot of time together over the next few months and, slowly but surely, my barriers fell away, and I fell in love with Laurent.

Heading back into the bedroom, I curled up in the comfy chair in the corner. I knew that Laurent had a secret—that he was hiding something from me. My heart clenched in fear as I thought back to my past, and the day I found out that the man I thought was my future was already married to someone else. Was Laurent hiding another family somewhere? If I thought about it, I really didn't know very much about him. Laurent never came around when it was sunny out, and he would disappear at strange times. Although we had been dating for a few months—and had kissed—he never made any move to take our physical relationship further.

Suddenly, there were flashing lights in front of my eyes and a sharp pain in my head. This was the third time this week. I was afraid of what I would find out if I went to the doctor; I kept hoping it would just go away on its own. In a panic, I tried to make my way back to the bathroom to get some aspirin. Everything tilted and then went dark...

"Sandra."

Something was tickling my face, and I wrinkled my nose. Cracking an eye open, I saw light purple carpet fibers. What was I doing on the floor?

"Sandra."

My head felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. My thoughts weren't coming in clearly, and my hearing was muffled. I could have sworn I heard Laurent calling my name—but that wasn't possible—I was here alone. Scrunching my eyes closed against the pain, I decided to go back to sleep.

"Sandra! Can you hear me?" The buttery smooth Jamaican tones of Laurent's voice broke through the fog in my head.

"Please, stop. You aren't really here," I mumbled.

"Oh, but I am! Please, open your eyes for me, my sweet."

Gingerly, I opened my eyes and saw Laurent leaning over me on the floor, concern filling his golden eyes. "Oh, no. I must be sicker than I thought. Now I am hallucinating, too?" Tears filled my eyes and rolled over the purple threads, which were starting to irritate my face.

"No, no. I am no hallucination. I am going to pick you up now."

No, this was no hallucination—I was lifted from the floor and placed gently on the bed. Flashes of light still shot through my vision, although not as severe as before, and the pain in my head had diminished greatly. Glancing over toward the window, I could see sunlight streaming in between the curtains. Laurent lay next to me on the bed, stroking my hair lightly. His eyes were filled with emotions that I couldn't quite read. Concern, sorrow...fear?

"Laurent, what are you doing here? I never see you when it's sunny out."

Laurent's face was transformed by shock. Did he not realize that I noticed he never came around on sunny days? The look of shock soon turned to one of sadness, and he looked away, eyes glistening.

"Bella called me. She knew something was very wrong, and I came right over. Are you alright?" His eyes met mine again, so concerned. Love filled me, and I found I didn't really care what his secrets were for the moment. Maybe that made me stupid, but he dropped everything and rushed over here, for me.

"I'm scared, Laurent," I whispered. "Something is wrong with me, and I've been pretending it doesn't exist."

"I know," he answered simply.

"Y-you know? How?"

Laurent sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face. "We need to talk. I need to tell you the truth. You may not want to see me again after this..."

My heart raced, and I felt sick. There it was...the other shoe dropping. How could he do this to me while I was worried about being sick? Anger rose up in me. "How dare you?! I'm worried about my health, and you pick now to tell me there's someone else? What? You have a family? Kids? Just get out." I turned over, showing him my back. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but at least I wasn't sobbing.

"Sandra!" Laurent's voice was filled with admonition. "I do have something to tell you, but it is nothing like what you are thinking. Please, give me a chance. After I've told you, if you want me to go, I will go."

Turning back, I saw the raw need in his eyes—the need to unburden himself. After the past few months of happiness, I owed him the chance to explain himself. Unable to speak, I just nodded.

Laurent wiped the tears from my face with the pad of his thumb. "Please, don't cry. There is no perfect time to say this, and now that you are having symptoms...I cannot wait. Bella knows the truth, and she has encouraged me to tell you." Laurent closed his eyes.

"Bella? How could Bella know?"

"I went back to talk with her last night, after our meeting. You know...about her ability, yes?"

I nodded. "She told you? She never tells anyone about that! What is going on here? Why did you go back to talk to her?" My voice was rising, although I tried to remain calm.

Laurent stroked my face with his cool hands. "Please, please stay calm. I promise you that I will tell you everything. First, I need to tell you that...I am in love with you, Sandra. The moment I set eyes on you, I knew." His voice was tender, and he pulled me to his chest for a moment, placing a kiss on my forehead and holding me tight.

What?

Laurent continued, "I don't expect you to return my feelings this soon, but I need you to know how I feel. There will never be anyone else for me—even if you reject me. I am bound to you."

My heart thrilled at his words, hammering away in my chest and I kept my head hidden against his shirt. "Laurent, I love you, too. It's so hard for me to trust, to love, after what I went through. You are the first man that has broken through my pain."

"Oh, Sandra. The problem is I am not just a man. I am much more...and much less."

What in the world did that mean? "You're speaking in riddles. Please, just tell me."

"I am not human, my love," Laurent stated simply.

Not human. Laurent is not human. Well that cleared things up! We can now go back to our regularly scheduled lives. Hysterical laughter threatened to bubble up from within me. Maybe Laurent wasn't really here—maybe I was cracking up. I closed my eyes and then opened them again. Still here. Laurent was looking at me with trepidation in his eyes.

"Just say it, please," I begged.

"I am a vampire."

"A vampire," I repeated. He nodded. "Oh, you mean you are one of those people that craves blood?"

Laurent shook his head. "No, I am a vampire."

"Vampires don't exist, Laurent. Do you need me to get you some help? Is that it? Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of..."

"Sandra, I assure you, I am not mentally ill. I will prove it to you." Laurent got up from the bed and slowly made his way over to the window. Lifting back the curtain, he allowed the sunlight to stream in. His skin sparkled wherever the sun kissed it. I whimpered, closing my eyes tightly. When I opened them, his skin still sparkled.

Getting off the bed, I walked slowly over to the window. The sun refracted off Laurent's skin, making it look like there were diamonds embedded there. Reaching out, I stroked his arm. The sun had no effect on my skin. This was not a hallucination. His skin was cold and hard—how had I never noticed before? How about the fact that his eyes were gold? I shook.

"What does this all mean?" I asked fearfully.

"Let's go back to the bed. I will tell you anything you want to know." Laurent led me back to the bed, fluffing some pillows behind me, so I was reclining. He entwined his fingers with mine.

"Please believe me; I have never lied about my feelings for you. I love you. I could not justify taking our relationship any further until I told you the truth. Most vampires live off human blood, but there are a small number of us who do not. I survive on the blood of animals. I also have a gift; I can see medical conditions in humans, and that is how I know of your recent problems."

"So, you don't want to drink my blood? And you can fall in love like a human does?"

"To answer your first question—no, I don't have the urge to drink your blood. I am actually somewhat allergic to human blood, which is why I started drinking from animals. As to your second question—not exactly. Vampires are different from humans. We mate for life." Laurent's eyes met mine sincerely.

"Only one mate?"

"Yes, only one. Usually, we mate with another vampire and, since we are immortal, it works out quite well."

I almost choked. "Immortal? How old are you?"

"Three hundred and thirty-two."

"No way. You haven't found a mate in over three hundred years?"

"Not until now, no." Laurent brought my hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on it.

"Me. I am...your mate?"

"Yes."

"Holy shit."

Laurent laughed loudly. I never cursed. I burst out laughing, too. This was just surreal. Here I was, lying on my bed, talking to a vampire. A vampire that thought of me as his mate. Wow.

"Are you okay? If you need more proof, you can check my chest—I have no heartbeat," he offered.

I leaned over and pressed my ear to his chest. Nothing. Holy shit. Lifting my head, I looked into his eyes. He was completely serious; this was not a joke. His skin sparkled in the sun, he had no heartbeat, his skin was cold and hard, and he had golden eyes. Laurent was a vampire.

"What does this mean...for us?"

"That is entirely up to you, Sandra. I have something else to discuss with you. It's about your health." He looked down, tracing the design on the comforter with his finger.

"I'm dying, right? There is something really wrong with me?"

Laurent nodded his head, pulling me into his chest.

"How long?" I whispered.

"Several months, maybe a year."

"Oh, God. A few months ago, I wouldn't have minded so much—but now that we found each other, it seems so unfair!"

"There is an option, if you want it," Laurent whispered so quietly I barely heard him.

Raising my head, I looked into his golden eyes. "What is it? An experimental treatment? I will try anything if it gives me more time with you."

"No. There is no treatment for what you have; I'm sorry. The other option is to make you like me...a vampire."

"Yes."

"What?"

"Make me like you. Yes."

"But you don't really know anything about it yet! How can you just say yes?" Clearly, he was confounded by my reaction.

"I don't need to know anything except that I love you, and I want to be with you, always."

Laurent shook his head. "No. You need to think about this and talk it over with Bella. There are some things to consider. It is not an easy process, Sandra—it is actually quite painful."

We spent the next few hours having a question and answer period. My questions ranged from the serious to the silly, and Laurent patiently answered them all. We discussed my transformation, and that a local vampire coven (local?) that was friends with Bella (what the hell?) had agreed to host me in their home. Holy shit.

~*Bella's POV*~

After Edward asked everyone to leave, we snuggled down in my bed, and I was asleep in minutes. During the night, I woke to find Edward still holding me in his arms. It felt so safe and right. I turned over, burrowing my head into his chest and fell back asleep. There were no dreams to disturb my slumber, and I awoke in the morning feeling refreshed.

Turning over, I stuffed my face in the pillow and flung my arm out to find Edward's side of the bed empty. Wait...Edward's side of the bed? I was thinking of that as his side of the bed after he held me for one night. He didn't even sleep. God, I was in trouble. I was head-over-heels in love with a vampire. My future vampire self came to me in dreams, suggesting that I had to save my vampire boyfriend by getting him to mark me but stop short of killing me. My close friend was a werewolf, dating my best friend, who had just awoken from a coma and had no idea what her boyfriend was. My agent, my friend, was dying—but didn't know it—and was also unaware that she was dating a vampire. Any questions?

Snorting laughter, I flipped over to find sun streaming through the window. Ah, a beautiful day to see Edward sparkle. If he was still here somewhere, he would be trapped with me until the sun went down. My heart rate climbed at the thought.

My bedroom door swung open and in came Edward, laden with a tray of breakfast foods. He'd made me breakfast in bed. My heart melted just a little bit more. He sauntered over to the bed, laying the tray across my lap, and he perched on the end of the bed.

"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?" There was that silken voice that made me quiver.

"I slept well. Thank you for staying with me. No bad dreams last night." I smiled. "Why don't you take a walk by the window, Edward?"

His eyebrow creased. "Why?"

"I want to see you sparkle," I whispered with a mischievous grin.

Edward rolled his eyes but complied. When the sunlight bathed his skin, it was breathtaking as rainbows of light refracted off his skin. "You really like this?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes! What's not to like? My boyfriend sparkles. Not many girls can say that. Seriously though, it's beautiful. You're beautiful, Edward."

Turning back from the window, Edward's eyes darkened slightly. He was on the bed before my brain registered movement, his hand snaking around the nape of my neck, lips next to my ear. "Bella, the things you say to me sometimes..." he whispered, breathing ragged.

A thrill shot right to my nether regions at the sound of his strained whisper in my ear. Turning my head slightly, I touched my lips to his. Edward's response was strong and unexpected; he leaned in closer over my breakfast tray and pulled me into a deep kiss. His tongue dragged across my bottom lip and pushed into my mouth hungrily, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

A thrill of fear shot through me, and I pulled back. "Are you okay, Edward? Are we here alone?"

He raked a hand through his unruly bronze locks with a sigh. "Yes, we're alone. I'm okay, but it might be best if we...just talk right now. Sometimes I feel completely in control around you, but other times it's hard not to...push things."

I popped a piece of bacon in my mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "You mean you weren't tempted to bite me just then?"

"Um...no." He graced me with his crooked smile.

"Oh....so, the monster wanted to come out and play?" I giggled.

Edward was not amused. "Bella. Let's just say...if the monster got out, it would be very difficult to stop him. It would be raw and ugly." He caressed my cheek and murmured against my ear, "I don't want that for you—ever."

"You don't have the urge to...hurt me any more?" I asked carefully.

Edward drew back so his gaze locked with mine. "No, Bella. Once I was faced with the fear of losing you, I realized that you are my mate. I could never hurt you. I would die before I allowed any harm to come to you." He tipped my chin up with his finger and kissed me gently.

A frisson of fear ran through me at the words: I would die before I allowed any harm to come to you. It brought to mind BB and our discussions about how to save Edward's life. I realized that she was right; Edward would do anything to keep me safe, and that included putting his own neck on the chopping block. I couldn't allow that to happen. My eyes closed against the vision of the red-eyed man separating Edward's head from his body. I choked back a sob.

Suddenly, it was as though all the air was sucked out of the room. Flashing lights streaked across my vision, and I looked up into a mirror and saw Sandra's silvery eyes looking back. Then everything went black.

"Bella? Are you alright?" Edward was leaning into my face, snapping his fingers, and he looked worried.

Blinking the vision away, I tried to shake it off. "What?"

"You're back. Where were you?" Edward looked relieved.

"I need to call Laurent right away! Something's wrong with Sandra."

Edward got me Laurent's number, and I called him and explained my vision. I offered to send someone over to check on Sandra, since it was sunny out, but Laurent wouldn't hear of it. He thanked me and said he was heading straight over there.

I set about eating my breakfast, while waiting to find out what was happening. Instead of losing my appetite, all of this craziness just left me ravenous. I devoured the bacon, French toast and fresh fruit on my tray. Edward and I chatted about lighter topics. He told me that Esme was home from her trip, and he wanted to bring me home to meet her later today. I was really excited to see where the Cullens lived.

Another vision hit me, and I smiled. "Edward! Pack me a bag and call your family so they expect visitors. Sandra said yes! She wants Laurent to change her."

Edward was standing by the window again, allowing me to admire his "sparkling personality." He turned somberly. "Why would I need to pack you a bag?" His voice was flat.

"Edward, did you hear what I just said? Sandra wants to be changed! I'm going to be there with her."

"No! Absolutely not!" Edward snapped. He was over to the bed in the blink of an eye, towering over me.

"Excuse me?" I looked up at him petulantly, crossing my arms and thrusting out my bottom lip.

"Bella, you have no idea what this entails. You are not going to be there for her transformation. It isn't a pleasant process to witness, and it won't be safe once she awakes. She will be ravenous for blood when she wakes up. Newborn vampires are much stronger during their first year—it may be very difficult to control her." He fell to his knees at the side of the bed, grabbing my hand, eyes pleading for me to understand.

"With Laurent, there will be eight of you. Are you telling me she could overcome eight vampires? I'm going to be there, Edward." I set my jaw. "In the vision, I'm there. Sandra is my friend, and I'm not letting her go into this without someone to stand by her. Get over it."

Edward and I faced off there on my bed. His jaw flexed, and his eyes were hard as granite. Even in his anger, he was fiercely beautiful.

Oh, my. I think we were having our first fight.

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A/N: As always, I would enjoy your thoughts and opinions! This didn't go the way I expected, but then—does it ever?

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