Chapter Eight: Answers

Yup, I still don't own Twilight or New Moon!

In this story Jacob is the older then Bella!

Isabella Swan November 3, 1885

The whole house was asleep. I got up and quickly changed. I rushed down to the servants' house, but being enough so that I didn't wake up anyone. I was at Jacob's door, when I heard voices inside.

"Well, Jacob," asked a deep voice, it was male, maybe twenty-three.

"Well, what Sam?" snapped Jacob.

"You know what Jacob, you are going to be turning eighteen, you know the rules," said Sam.

"I know," growled Jacob.

"Good Bye Jacob, I will see you soon," said Sam then the door opened. There stood a tall, muscular man with the same black hair and tan skin like Jacob.

"Bella," said Jacob quickly grabbing my hand and pulling me around Sam. Sam stared at me, then looked at Jacob, and then turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" asked Jacob, a little angrily.

"I wanted to talk with you," I whispered. He eyes quickly brighten with happiness. He led me over to his bed and I sat down. We talked for awhile and he made me laugh a lot. His eyes sparkle with joy every time I laughed.

"Jacob, when is your birthday?" I asked.

Jacob smiled, "November 10th."

"Oh, Happy early Birthday," I smiled. He then sighed. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing that you should worry about Bella," he said staring at me. I was about to saw something when he went stiff. He quickly got up and looked out the window. I got up and followed.

"What is it?" I asked looking out the window.

"Nothing, I just thought I saw something," he whispered his brows together. I shivered thinking what it could be. "Are you cold?" he asked wrapping his arm around my shoulder, the heat from his arm was nice against my cold skin.

"A little," I said sheepishly. He smiled and walked over and grabbed the blanket off his bed and wrapped it around me. I gave a weak smile as a thank you.

"How old will you be?" I asked.

He smiled, "Eighteen." He looked at me then his eyes flashed to the window. He shot to the window in a heartbeat. He quickly opened the window and looked outside.

"Jacob, what is it?" I asked again, if he says nothing, I might scream.

"I think it would be best if you went back to your room, Bella," he said turning and looking at me, his brows were together and he looked angry. "I will walk you back to the house." He walked over to me and helped me up. I put the blanket down on the bed and he escorted me out of the room. When we got outside he pushed me closer to him, passed the proper distinct. I felt the warm come off his skin. His eyes kept looking into the woods, scanning them for something. I felt myself slowly become fearful. Was something out there that was making Jacob like this?

"Jacob, please tell me what is it," I begged. He looked down at me; he gently lifted his hand and gently stroked my cheek. The warmth of his hand danced on my cheek.

"You're so cold, Bella," he whispered pulling me closer to him to the point that it was proper. I gasped. I then heard a low growl, it sounded like it was coming from the woods. I turned my head to look and I thought I saw Edward for a slip second but then he was gone. I quickly pulled away from Jacob and started to run to the woods. No, Edward couldn't have been there, my mind was just playing tricks on me. I rushed into the woods to feel a twig hit my face, but I kept running.

"Bella," Jacob yelled. I heard him coming close behind me. I just ran as fast as I could, pushing twigs and branches out of my way. Two arms wrapped around my waist making me stop. I felt the warmth from them and a heavy breathe down my neck.

"Bella, what do you think you are doing, what if you ran into a mountain lion or something," Jacob said harshly turning me around to look at him. "What if something happened to you, hmm?" I squirmed around in him arms.

"Let me go," I said still trying to get away from him, but he just pulled my in closer to him.

"No, Isabella, you need to be told about to real world. Life isn't all sunny days and laughs," he said. What sunny days? I have only seen seven days of sun in my life.

"You could have got attacked by a bear or a mountain lion or worst! What if a group of men were out in these woods and then you come running in, do you think that they would be wonderful gentlemen? Hmm, Isabella, do you? Look at me!" He grabbed my chin and tilted my head to look into his eyes. I felt quiet tears starting to come down my face.

"Oh, Bella," said Jacob his voice softening and pulling my face into his chest. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," he whispered into my ear, "just what if something happened to you, I would feel terrible. Bella, it's just that there are other things out in the woods, more horrible then mountain lions and bears." He gently wiped away my tears from my face. I stared into his deep brown eyes.

"Like what? What could be more terrible then mountain lions and bears?" I asked my head spinning with question, wonderful, more riddles.

He bent his head down so his lips were right in my ear, "Vampires."

I pulled away from him, "Don't be silly Jacob, where is no such thing as vampire."

Jacob just gently folded his arms, "Then there this no such thing as the Cullen's." Cullen's, Edward, a vampire, I don't imagine nice, gentle Edward to be a vampire.

I laughed, "Jacob, you must have been talking to Mike."

Jacob raised his brows, "Why don't you ask him?"

"And how do you know this, hmm, Jacob? Are you a vampire too?" I asked.

He just glared at me, "No, I'm not."

"Then how do you know?" I questioned turning and walking farther into the woods. But Jacob was quickly in front of me.

"They are dangers," he said, staring at me.

"I would like it if you do not talk about the Cullen's like that. They are very nice and respectable people…" I started to say but Jacob grabbed my by my shoulders.

"Bella are you so dim that you can not see the danger you are in! Bella, please stay away from them, all of them, Edward too," he shouted at me. I felt tears pour down my face, I didn't want to stay away for Edward, and I wanted to be closer to him.

"It doesn't matter," I cried. Jacob stared at me like I had two heads.

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" asked Jacob his eyes narrow slits.

"It doesn't matter what he or his family is, he is still nice and sweet and gentle to me," I said, pulling away from him once away and running back to the house, I ran until I hit my bed. I then just cried into my pillow. It really didn't matter, I still loved him.