After what happened earlier in the day with Edward, I was relieved to go to LaPush to spend quality time with a man who didn't look like they wanted to eat me. Jake wasn't perfect. How could he be when he was seventeen? He was unorganized, joked too much, and sometimes smelled like B.O., but he was kind, patient, and gentle. I was falling for him, and I think he was falling for me too. The day went by too quickly, but we cherished each moment. We weren't having the storybook romantic day, but the pizza, beer, and motorcycles were more than enough to satisfy me. Once I was buzzed enough, we got to talking about the events between Edward and me earlier in the day.
"No fucking way", Jake boasted in response, "my dad always said The Cullens were strange, but I never thought they were full-on crazy."
"Dude, I know! Never in my 18 years of life have I had an experience like the one I just had!
I thought a bit more about Jake's statement before asking, "what would your dad have to say about The Cullens?"
"Uhhh, "he started uneasily before giving me an embarrassed smile. He was so damn cute. "Jake," I asked again, but added a bit more flirtation to my tone and batted my lashes.
"Well, he stumbled blushing, and I smiled, satisfied,
"there's this old Quileute legend of the cold ones".
"The cold ones," I ask, interrupting him. "Yeah, the cold ones, or blood drinkers," he continued. The more Jake talked, the more silent I became as realization swept through me. The pale, cold, still impossibly agile Edward Cullen with his inhuman eyes. "Blood drinkers", Jake's voice echoed in my mind.
Sorry about the length but this chapter needed to happen! Please review, things will start to get very evil pretty soon!MUAHAHA