Disclaimer: This is not a Bella*Jacob story

I forced myself to take deep breathes. I couldn't go out there crying, that would just raise more questions. I had to come up with an excuse as to why I didn't know anything about Bells and this Jacob. Was he even called Jacob? Or did Bells have a pet name for him as well?

But do you know what would be great? If I could find my fucking phone. I searched everywhere in this room but it seems to have just disappeared.

Perhaps Jacob had it.

That was something, I didn't want to deal with. I don't know why it was but something about him made me uneasy. Of course he was handsome as always, but his smile and that little smirk that he does, wasn't the Jacob I knew. It felt darker like… like there was an evil surrounding him. His chocolate brown eyes didn't have their normal gleam. Goosebumps went down my arms at thought of him.

Maybe I was overreacting. I was just imagining things. He could be the same old Jacob. I'm just in shock from everything that's happened.

I knew that I couldn't hide in here much longer, I had to face whatever this new world was eventually. My legs trembled as I walked to the door. I gingerly placed my hand on the handle and pushed down. The door squeaked causing me to grit my teeth together, and I stepped out into to the hall.

If Jacob's house was anything like my universe than the kitchen should be to the left. The hardwood floor was cold beneath my bare feet and I cringed every time the floorboards creaked. If he hadn't heard me before than he must hear me now.

Just like I thought, I take a right at the end of the hallway and enter the kitchen. Jacob was standing by the stove with his back turned. His back muscles flexed and I couldn't help but stare.

"Like what ya' see?" he turns around with a goofy grin. My face turns a bright red and I look away, embarrassed that I got caught. He moves across the room until we're standing chest to chest. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Feel free to look all you want. I'm all yours." His hands rest on my waist and he suddenly cocks his head to the side, placing a wet sloppy kiss on my neck.

I jerk away and awkwardly laugh. "Um… you don't want to burn the food."

He pouts, seemingly confused as to why I didn't want to make out with him against the kitchen counters. Was this a daily occurance?

Whatever is in the pan, starts to sizzle and he rushes back to it. I take a seat at the table, as far away as I can get from him. It appeared that I- Bells- had stayed the night. Where was Billy? He would never let me stay overnight in Jacob's room… especially alone. Charlie would blow a casket if he saw us right now.

Speaking of Charlie, did he exist in this universe?

I watch as Jacob piles fried eggs (my favorite) and plain white toast (also my favorite) onto two plates and places them on the table in front of us.

"Orange juice?" he asks with a mouth full of food. He holds up the cartoon, already having poured a glass for himself.

"Please." I say.

I pick up the fork and take a tiny bite of the egg- oh my god. This was fucking fantastic. He places our drinks in front of us and sits down across from me. I stare at him as he stuffs his mouth with food. I can't bring myself to take another bite.

Everything about this situation was completely wrong.

"What's the matter?" he sighs. "You're acting weird this morning. Do you not like the food? It's your favorite."

"The- um- the food is great!" I stutter, trying to come up with an excuse. "I'm, um, I'm just not feeling well."

My pale face said it all. His eyebrows furrowed together and he stared at me as if he was examining me.

"Damnit." he muttered. Jacob suddenly got up and shuffled through the cabinets, grabbing a bottle of pills. He opened the cap and poured three into his hand. He put the container away and came back with a glass of water.

"They'll help you feel better." he placed them in front of me.

I made no move to take them.

"I know that you don't like them, bunny but you're sick. Don't you want to feel good?" he sighed.

I still didn't move. I wouldn't take them until I knew what they were. For all I knew, Jacob was trying to drug me. "Ye-yeah, I want to feel better. My mind is just, um, a little hazy. Remind me what they are?"

"Your pills for dizziness and nausea." His face softened when he saw the genuine fear in my eyes. "I know you're scared, bunny. I can't imagine what you went through but I'm here with you now. I'll protect you forever."

He held onto my hand, his thumb grazing over my left wrist. I look down to see him rubbing a crescent shaped scare and barely manage to hold back a gasp.

James bit me on my right wrist.

"Don't be afraid, bunny." he noticed my lingering gaze. "That leech was put in his place. We have the power now."

"James?" I wonder out loud.

Jacob looks even more concerned now. "The redhead. He tried to suck you dry. If I hadn't gotten there in time, you would be dead."

Edward.

He was talking about Edward. What did he mean… put in his place? He wasn't dead, was he? Besides, Edward would never hurt me, he wouldn't even think of it. In my universe, Jacob hated Edward but he wouldn't go as far as killing him. But in this universe, Jacob was a complete stranger. He was capable of anything.

"When was the last time you took your meds? You know that you're supposed to take them every night."

"I, um, I don't know." I shook my head side to side. I could use this as an excuse. He wouldn't suspect anything. "I'm having trouble remembering stuff."

"This is why you have to take them everyday, Bells." his lips pressed into a thin line and spoke to me as if I were a naive child. "I know you don't like them but it's better than being in pain, right?"

"Right." I echoed.

"Now take them." his voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "I won't let you forget again. That's what I'm here for."

I nodded my head and under his watchful eye, swallowed the pills.

He sighs in relief. "That's good, bunny. You'll start to feel better soon."

"I… I seemed to have misplaced my phone." I scrunched my face up and scratched my head, looking around the room. "You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?"

Jacob stared at me few a few seconds and then shook his head side to side. "You lost your phone a few days ago."

"I lost it." I confirmed. Well that was fucking fantastic. I rolls my eyes and groan, leaning back in the chair. What else could go wrong?

"But we're getting you a new one, bunny." he said. "Remember?"

"O-oh, yeah." I stuttered. "I guess I'll have to make due for now."

Jacob cracks a smile and gestures to the now cold plate of food. "You should try to eat some more. Trust me, you'll feel better."

I nod my head and nibble on the toast… realizing he was right. I was starving. We finish eating in silence, the only sound is the scrape of the plate. He takes both of our dishes to the sink while I sit in the chair and… think.

Jacob was cocky and sweet and intimidating. I was right before, his eyes gleamed with malicious intent when he mentioned Edward. Just his presence dominated the room and when he spoke, it was with authority. I couldn't help but feel small and powerless around him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to feel that kind of love that made me fall to my knees.

This Jacob made me feel weak… and I hated it.

I was wearing a flowery yellow sundress. It looked like happiness had thrown up all over me- I was not happy. I eventually found all of Bells clothes. The drawers on the left side of the bureau contained all of her blouses, dresses, and pants. All I wanted to wear was a comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants but nooo, that wasn't Bells style. She liked more eye catching, skimpy outfits. After combing through the drawers for nearly twenty minutes, I thought that I had found a t-shirt. Internally squealing, I held it out only to see it was a crop top that ended just below my boobs.

If Bells was my evil twin then I didn't like her one bit.

The dress I wore was the only outfit that was moderately conservative. It went down almost to my knees and showed off just a hint of cleavage. This would have to do for now.

I was sitting in the back Jacob's truck, watching him work in the garage when I heard someone screech from the driveway, "Bells!"

I whip my head around to see Leah Clearwater and Rachel Black, standing beside a red convertible. My mouth drops open.

Tha-tha-that's Rosalie's car! She would have murdered whoever touched her precious vehicles. They were her babies. Her life.

I hop off the truck and jog over to them. Still stunned, Leah pulls me in for a hug, squeezing the life out of me, while Rachel stands further back, glowering at me- if that was even the right word to use. Everything about Leah screamed perfection. Her nails were perfectly manicured and her black hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head. A diamond necklace hung around her neck and she was wearing… make up. Her outfit was comprised of a short denim skirt and red strapless top that went down to her midriff. She and Rachel both wore bathing suits under their clothes.

Leah Clearwater did not wear make up. She did not dress up. Most importantly… Leah Clearwater did not like me.

"Um… hello." I awkwardly pat her on the back. I stare at Rachel, silently begging her to help but all she does is quirk her eyebrow and scoff, like I was the least of her problems. Either Rachel was in a bad mood or she hated me. My head hurt with all the changes. Rachel had gotten rid of her bangs and her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was an identical copy of Jacob, down from the dark gleam in her eyes to little smirk.

"I… can't… breathe." I dramatically exclaim.

Leah giggles, finally letting me go. Her gaze shifted down to my outfit and her lips form into a pout. "Don't tell me you forgot we were going to the beach."

"Uhhhh…" my mouth hangs open.

"Of course she forgot." Rachel rolls her eyes. "Her brain is the size of a walnut."

I gasp, highly offended. I was a straight A- AP student! I was going to go to medical school to become a doctor! I was going to be valedictorian! If anyone was dumb it was her!

I clench my jaw, forcing myself to stay silent. I was not in my universe anymore. I was not Isabella Swan. Everything from before didn't apply to now. I was a completely new person. I had to be Bells, even if she was a complete bimbo… and based on the way Jacob and Rachel have treated me so far… Bells wasn't the smartest girl around.

"I've got an extra bathing suite in my car you can borrow. C'mon Bells, we're already late." Leah rolled her eyes.

"What about Jake?" I ask, turning around to see him smiling at us from the garage. He winks, causing my face to heat up and turn back to Leah.

"He'll meet us later." she laughs. I allow her to drag me to the car and I slam the door shut once I'm in the backseat. Rachel starts the car, pulling away from Jacob's house. I look back as it becomes smaller and smaller until nearly invisible.

My hands run over the fine leather seats and think to myself, how did this happen? Where is Rosalie?

I glance at Rachel and Leah, trying not to appear confused. I can sense a feeling of annoyance radiating from her body while Leah is clueless to everything. She's texting on her phone, laughing at something and other than that the car is silent.

After ten minutes we take a left, pulling off the main road onto an unpaved dirt path. Several seconds pass and suddenly, La Push beach is right in front of us. We park in the lot and hop out of the car but seeing the crowded beach, makes my stomach start to churn.

I knew nothing about Bells. How was I supposed to be her? They would know I was an imposter right away. With trembling legs, I follow Rachel and Leah down to the beach. Voices and music blared causing my ears to hurt and the dizziness to return. My head was throbbing. A keg stand was set up and various towels were spread out across the sand with people lounging on them.

Rachel heads into the crowd, not sparing us another look, while Leah pulls me the opposite direction, heading towards the bathroom. I look back to see a few guys hollering and smirking at me. A little gasp escapes my lips and I turn back around, increasing my speed, wanting to get away from them. I didn't like attention. I preferred to stay in the background, unseen.

Leah hands me the beach bag with the bathing suit and ushers me inside the bathroom. I lock the door shut, quickly slipping off my dress, putting on the very… revealing midnight blue bikini. This seemed to be Bells favorite color. I toss my underwear back in the back and slip the dress over my head, using it as a beach cover. I wasn't about to let all those boys gawk over my body. I come out five minutes later with my hair tied up into a messy bun and sandy feet.

I fidget as Leah, looks me over, nodding approvingly. "You look hot, Bells."

"Thank you?" I didn't know what else to say.

By the time we head back down to the beach, I already want to leave. The group has gotten larger and the music louder. We set down our towels and I'm prepared to just lay back and close my eyes but Leah has other plans.

"No no no," she clicks her tongue.

I stumble to my feet, making a point of glaring at her but all she does is cackle, like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"We can sunbathe later." she reassures me. "Right now though… we have somewhere more important to be." her eyebrow raises and the corner of her lip is the tiniest bit curved up. I had seen that look before.

Victoria.

Dread sinks into my stomach and my heart begins to race as I follow her to a separate group of people and we push our way to the front; drunk boys, a few girls and Rachel were all crowded around something.

No. Someone.

It's like I had been dunked in a freezing ice bath. A breathe of air escapes my lips and I begin to tremble. The sight is gruesome and cruel. I want to look away but I'm frozen in shock. My fingernails dig into Leah's arms as I hold onto her for support. Suddenly the innocent image of her was shattered.

A large wolf with fur as dark as the night sky and a smaller muddy brown wolf circled a girl- no- a woman. She cowered on the ground, completely exposed, the clothes torn off her back. People jeered and spit at her as if she wasn't even a person. The black wolf bit into her leg, tearing out a chunk of flesh. Her back suddenly arched and she let out a terrified animalistic growl. Her blonde hair was matted in a silvery clear liquid. One of her arms has been dismembered and was laying just a few feet in front of her.

"Vampires can't bleed blood so they leak venom" that's what Edward told me. The more venom they loose, the weaker they become. The silvery liquid that stained her clothes and covered her hair was venom. Even for a vampire, she looked emaciated, as if she hasn't feed in weeks… or months. Her deep black eyes were squinted and dry.

She's crying. My mind whispers.

She is dressed in nothing more than dirty rags, the color of mud and there's something in her mouth.

A gag.

I would have thought that she was dead if it weren't for the faint tremors in her body. A metal collar was tightly secured around her neck, so tight that if she were human, she would have choked to death by now.

Vampires were supposed to be invincible. They were the strongest species- stronger and more powerful than the shapeshifters. But here laid Rosalie Hale… the weakest person here.

"There's a reason, Sam's our Alpha." Leah pointed at the black wolf. "He brought us the greatest gift of them all."

My lips quiver and tears cloud my eyes, horrified at the sight. As if she can sense I'm here, Rosalie's eyes flash to mine. There was a look of deep seated anger and fury directed pointedly at me. If looks could kill then I'd be dead.

"The leech looks lonely," a voice said from behind. I turned around to find Jacob had joined the party. He pushed me behind him, guarding me, from the abused vampire. He let out a ferocious growl causing her to jerk away.

"Maybe we should bring its brother out to play." a sickly sweet smile appeared on his face. "Or perhaps the sister?" he turns to me.

At the talk of her brother and sister, Rose began to thrash and whimper, horror spread throughout her entire body. She stared at the two of us, pleading, not to make them suffer the same punishment as her.

Alice. Jasper. Edward…. Nonono. That couldn't happen. I wouldn't let that happen.

"I'm- I'm actually not feeling good Jakey," I whined in a high pitched voice and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I had to play the part.

"We just got here." he complained. "Besides you've never turned down a show." he juts his chin out to the woman who's currently being torn apart.

I swallow down the bile rising in my throat and try to tune out the blood curdling screams. "Well my head is hurting-" which is true, "I just want to go home. Will you take me home?"

He wraps his arms around me and gently places a kiss on my head. The snarl on his face softened to a smile meant to comfort me. "If you insist." he sighs.

The crowd boos as we walk away but Jacob promised that we'd be back. I held my hand to my stomach, feeling it lurch and closed my eyes. We walk hand and hand back to his car, desperate to get out of this… hell.

I leaned my head against the window, relishing in the coldness of the glass against my head. I was sweating and nauseous. Jacob said that the medicine was supposed to make me feel better. I felt like puking my guts out. Whatever this place was I wanted out.

Who cares if Edward left me? Who cares if I would be alone forever? This wasn't my Jacob. These people weren't my friends. They were monsters and this- this other version of me was just as evil as them.

Her screams echoed in my mind. Everyone just watched and… laughed as she was mutilated. They encouraged the torture. The government didn't even treat prisoners that horribly. Who authorized this abuse? But Rosalie… Rosalie didn't even fight back. It's like she had become used to all of the pain.

Broken out of my thoughts, I stiffen when Jacob placed his hand on my knee and the car came to a stop. I open my eyes to find that we're already back at the house.

This place would never be my home. For now it was just the house I was temporarily living in.

He gets out the car and comes around to my side before I can open the door. I unbuckle my seatbelt and suddenly he lifts me into his arms, causing me to gasp. Jacob carried me back to the house and up the stairs, bridal style. I force myself to slowly relax and rest my head on his shoulder, still trying clear my mind from… everything I just witnessed.

"I'll have the blood sucker prepare a bath for you and then you can take a rest," he spoke to me in that authoritarian voice, he seemed to use whenever he was trying to get his point across.

Before I could figure out what he was talking about, we walked through the unlocked door and into the kitchen. Standing by the stove was a petite white- faced woman. Her entire frame trembled under the stare of the both of us. She was dressed in the same brown rags as Rosalie with the collar around her neck. Not only that but she had similar cuffs on each wrist and both ankles. Her head was bowed so low, her chin touched her chest. She kept her eyes focused on the ground, not daring to look up.

Alice! My mind screams. I have the sudden urge to run to her, pull her into my arms and never let her go. But the fear of revealing my true identity overroad the wishes of my heart.

"H-he-hello, Ma-Ma'am. Si-Sir." she stammered out in a voice just above a whisper.

Stuttering several times and failing to string together a simple sentence, Jacob hissed, causing her to jerk away. "Prepare a bath for your mistress. Make sure she's taken care of."

My eyes widen and something catches in my throat. Mistress? The word left a bad taste in my mouth. I owned nobody. I would never subject somebody to that kind of torture. It was inhumane! It was barbaric!

"Y-y-ye-es, si-r." she dropped what she was doing and replied without hesitation. I told Jacob to put me down and watched as she walked away, slower than a human.

"I'd like to be alone for a little while." I croaked. I twist my wrist out of his grasp and lean against the wall for support, opting to stay away from him.

"Bunny…" A look of hurt flashed across his face.

"My head hurts." I repeat for the thousandth time. "Go back to the party. Have… fun." my face twisted into one of displeasure. I knew he wanted to go back and time alone with Alice could be beneficial.

He tried to appear guilty but his face lit up at the sound of my permission for him to go back and enjoy that… torture party. But he still argued. "I should stay here with you. Your forehead is clammy."

I internally rolled my eyes at the fake caring boyfriend act he was putting on. He wanted me to reject him. He said what he thought I wanted to hear.

"No, go!" I push on his chest. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest."

"If you insist." he shrugs his shoulders and grins. Jacob leans forward, puckering his lips for a kiss. Feeling disgusted, I let him kiss my cheek. "I love you bunny." he whispered. "I'll be back in a bit, alright?" he places his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. "I look forward to tonight."

Authors Note:

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! Your support means so much to me! I should update again by next week! Hope everyone has a good week and stay safe!