Now remember this is after Breaking Dawn. In the fifth book, Stephenie Meyer decided to go backwards and redo Twilight from Edward's POV. The following story is what i would've liked to see if she continued :)
I am soooo sorry for not updating so I'm gonna try to commit to get more chapters coming at a time
Jacob's POV
When I got back home, I just wanted to collapse. I was tired of fighting, tired of limping, tired of … people. I could here my dad's snoring coming from his bedroom as soon as I came through the door. I took a deep breath, walking towards my bedroom; I barged through my door so quickly I almost tripped over her legs.
Leah's legs, to be exact.
She was sitting on my bed, legs extended out onto the floor. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail and she'd changed out of the sexy red dress; she was now in sweatpants and a slimming tank top. She was twirling her car keys in her fingers when I first stepped in, but when she saw me, she stood and took a step closer.
"Hey." She grinned. "Where have you been?"
She acted as though she was already responsible for me. What? Did she think I was her boyfriend now? "Uh." For some reason, I felt totally self-conscience around her. "I went to the, um, the Cullen's place."
"The Cullens?" Her positive expression lilted and her eyebrows furrowed.
"Yeah." I scratched the nape of my neck uncomfortably. "Is that … is that a problem?"
"Kind of." She snapped. What did I do now?
"Why?" After I said it, she looked at me as if I were an idiot …, which is kind of how I felt right now.
"I understand that you imprinted on Renesmee and all, but I kind of find it disappointing that you wouldn't just talk to me … considering the incident that just happened." She explained. "I mean, am I not good enough to talk to? You had to go talk to her instead?"
"I didn't go to see Renesmee, Leah, I swear." I stepped back, shutting the door slowly so my dad wouldn't wake up.
A confused look flashed across her face. "Then what were you doing there?"
"I wanted to talk to a guy." I admitted. And as soon as I saw she was about to respond, I quickly added, "A non-shape shifter guy … just a … normal guy conversation, you know?"
"Oh, yeah." She plopped back down onto her bed, letting her guard down a little. "And the Cullens are completely normal."
"I don't have many human best friends." I hesitantly walked over and sat beside her. "So … where did Jared go?"
"Um, you remember that girl in his class he imprinted on? Kim?" Leah's voice was surprisingly calm. I nodded. "Well, Paul told me he went to her house …."
"Oh." I frowned. "Listen, Leah. I'm real sorry about everything."
"You don't have anything to be sorry for." She moved her hand towards mine, and when her fingertips gently drummed against the back of my hand, it felt like a spark went through my body every time she touched me.
"Well, then, why do I feel so damn guilty?"
"You want guilt, just look at me." She sighed. "According to Emily, I've got guilt painted on my eyes."
"You shouldn't." I told her. "The least you should be is relieved."
"Why?" She wondered.
"Jared should be out of your life for now. He's still my best friend, but I know he can be kind of an ass sometimes."
She didn't respond for a moment, then she said meekly, "I'm kind of scared of him."
"Really?" I looked at her. Most of the time, Leah's attitude screamed independent and confident and ignorant to what everyone else said, but right now, the expression on her face, said she was … weak. "You shouldn't be."
"But I am." Leah sighed.
"Listen to me." I took her face in my hands, wondering where all this emotion was coming from. "Forget Jared. I'm here, ok?"
Her face flushed and the room was so still, the only noise that could be heard was our hearts beating simultaneously. "You are?"
"Yes." My voice was strong.
"Thank you." Her voice was so silent; I think she mouthed the words.
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Leah and I were pretty much inseparable that weekend. We spent most our time with Quil and Emily's two-year-old niece whom Quil had imprinted on, Claire. Sometimes Embry, Sam, Emily, Seth, Paul and some of the other wolves from the pack would join us, but Jared was nowhere to be seen. Some people thought he'd skipped the Reservation for good and was hiding out at his Kim's house. But it's not as if anyone missed him.
"Good morning, Mr. Black." Leah smiled politely as my dad rolled out of his bedroom early Sunday morning. Leah and I were sitting on the couch, my arm around her shoulders, watching TV; but we were barely paying attention to what was on the screen. We were talking constantly these days.
"I think you set a new record, Leah." My dad opened the fridge. "Is this not the earliest you've ever been here?"
"I think it is." Leah blushed lightly and then looked back at me. I kept smiling, my face smug.
"Got plans for today?" Dad pushed.
"Why?" I replied, rolling my eyes. "Thinking of tagging along?"
"Naw. I was just gonna see the Chief today, and I was wondering if you two would like to come with me." He grinned.
It would feel weird going to Charlie's. Every time I went there, it seemed that Bella would magically appear, Renesmee in her arms and Edward in her embrace. I'm not much a fan of that. "I think we'll skip out." I didn't realize how silent my voice was because apparently no one had heard me.
"I haven't seen Chief Swan in awhile." Leah looked back at my dad who was rolling back into the living room. "Maybe it'd be fun to stop by. But I doubt Jake would wanna go."
She leaned forward and grabbed a chip from the bowl that was sitting on the coffee table. They had been leftovers from a small movie night thing we'd done with Seth, Quil, and Claire last night; They were probably stale from being left out all night, but Leah didn't seem to mind. "I-I …"
"Great." Dad finalized. "See you there at 7?"
"Of course." Leah smiled, leaning back again, snuggling into my hold.
When the door shut, I turned to look at her. "You know that's the last thing I want to do right?"
"Well, when's the last time you did something just for your dad?" she countered. "If my dad asked me to go, I would've gone even if I didn't want to."
"That's because you're a kiss-ass." I chuckled.
"I am not." She pouted, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Alright. I'll play along." I laughed. "You're not a kiss-ass … most of the time."
She was quiet for a minute, a competitive happy smile on her face, her eyes on the television. I was simply transfixed, and couldn't stop staring at her, but when she turned to look up at me, I looked away and pretended I hadn't been watching her. She stared at me pensively and I didn't look at her completely, just out of my peripheral vision.
"Are we a couple?" She asked.
I shifted uncomfortably and then cleared my throat before looking at her deep chocolate brown eyes. "Only if you want to be."
"What if I did want to be a couple?" She wondered. "Would you want to be a couple too?"
"Hmmm … a couple …" I was seriously starting to think about this.
I had to admit, I had come to actually … love … Leah over the past few days; and I can't begin to elaborate on happy I would be if she felt the same. But if I looked back at her and Jared, I saw how they'd tried to be a couple even though they hadn't imprinted on each other. Leah and I hadn't imprinted … could that get in the way of all this?
"Well?" I'd forgotten she was still waiting.
"Don't get mad at my answer, ok?" I began.
"Is that a no?" She whimpered.
"I never said it was a no. Just … just hear me out, alright?" I stared at her, and when she didn't show any reply, I repeated, "Alright?"
"Uh-huh." She nodded.
"I-." I was about to begin when I loud knock hammered on the front door. "One sec."
I stood, pulling my fingers through my hair, which was flowing down my shoulders today. Leah sighed, not exasperatedly but contentedly. When I put my hand on the doorknob, the knocking had stopped. I opened the door and almost didn't recognize who was there.
I'd only seen her once before, and I could tell by just looking at her face that she rather be anywhere but here.
"Hello, werewolf." She said. "Can I speak to you outside?"
I slowly shut the door behind me after telling Leah that I'd only be a second. As soon as the door shut, the girl turned and faced away from me, looking up at the overcast skies.
It was just now that I took in what she looked like. Her long blonde hair was framing her face, blowing in the slight breeze. She had on a childlike dark red shirt with an old-fashioned looking skirt, but covering all this was a long, floor length sinister black cloak.
"I've seen you with the Cullens before." I blurted.
"Yes" was her only response.
"I know this is kind of an unfamiliar area to you, but you're not allowed on the Reservation." When did I start abiding to the rules?
"The Cullens aren't allowed on the Quiluete land." She sighed, clearly impatient with me. "I am not a Cullen."
"You're still a vampire." My voice was low.
She turned and looked at me. "That's right."
"So … what are you doing here?" I frowned, wanting more than anything to go back inside and sit beside Leah, giggling and fake arguing.
"A friend of mine sent me here." She said.
"For what reason?" I was the one getting impatient now.
"I was told you took a little vacation with the half-vampire." Her cloak covered her eyes, but I assumed they were throwing me a cynical glare.
I didn't respond.
"I've known Carlisle Cullen for a long time." She explained. "I've also known his family for a significant amount of time as well. Edward, as fatally gorgeous and extravagant as he may seem, is a pretty brutal and deadly predator. To take his daughter was a risky thing to do on your part …"
I interrupted, "I've talked it over with Edward. Everything's dealt with."
"Really?" Her toying expression never changed. "You stole his daughter after all, and yet he has no hard feelings whatsoever?"
"I guess." I glanced back at the house. I could see Leah sitting on the couch tapping her foot anxiously, waiting for me to come back.
"I was actually at the Cullens a couple days back." She continued. "I got to see the half-vampire … privately … and she told me the whole story. Phoenix is a tad over obsessive, don't you think?"
"I had to think quickly, off the top of my head." I responded. "Phoenix just kind of … came to me."
"Well, she confessed her love to you, and you're not going to do anything about it?"
"She just thought that was a dream." I planted my eyes on the ground, not wanting to look at the formidable petite girl in front of me.
"Not from what she told me." She smiled deviously, making my eyes snap up and look at her.
"What?" I stared at her.
"Pretty smart for a … what is it, three year old?" The girl's pastel face blended with whitish-gray sky behind her. "She saw as well as you did. She showed me Edward and Bella's heartbroken faces when she admitted she loved you. Of course, being the perfect little daughter and not wanting her parents to be sad, she came up with this whole dream scheme.
"She told me that she really did love you, but so not to hurt her family, she told them she'd dreamed up the whole thing." She finished her story. "She must get her acting skills from her dear daddy; he'd always been good at hiding a secret."
"So …." I contemplated all of this. "She really does love me?"
"Yes." The girl responded. "But I haven't the slightest idea why."
"I-I …" I couldn't control my excitement. I had to go and see Renesmee.
"Excuse me for eavesdropping," The girl grinned when I made a move for my truck. "But weren't you just about to confess your love to that girl in there." She lifted her finger and pointed in the window.
Leah.
"Uh …" I stammered.
"That's a tough one." She giggled. "Decisions. Decisions."
I froze, not daring to move.
"Take your pick. The adorable little toddler who's waiting for her eighteen year old lover or the cute wolf girl who would do practically anything for you? Which one, Jacob Black?"
Was saying my whole name supposed to sound scary????
"Who are you to judge me?" I frowned, getting pissed.
"Your friend Jared told me you called us the 'Vampire Mafia'." She laughed quietly.
"You're from the Volturi?" I whispered. "What would they need you for?"
"Just a little pick-me-up." She giggled again.
Before I knew it, a flash of pain whispered through my body. My knees buckled and my eyesight grew momentarily blurry. My hand pressed against the Chevy's driver door for support. I couldn't stand the torment.
"What was that?" I heaved, once the pain died down.
"It's all in your head, Jacob." She smiled. "Now can you understand how valuable I must be to the Volturi's numbers?"
"Wait, how did you know I told Jared that you're the vampire mafia?" I recalled. I remembered telling him that right after I'd showed him Renesmee for the first time.
"Jared's not at Kim's house … just so you know." She smiled.
"Then where is he?" I asked.
"Dealing with his own problems." She looked at me. For a moment, I thought she would torture me with her mind again, but she didn't. "I better get going, but it was nice talking to you. Remember, both the half-vampire and the werewolf are waiting … to bad there isn't a human in the mix."
"What's your deal?" I frowned. "Who the hell are you?"
"Oh, and when you get to the Cullens, tell them Jane said hello." She smirked and then she darted into the forest.