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Rating: T (minor language in this chapter)

Pairing: JB/EC

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Much love and now onto the story....

Chapter 2: Looking Glass

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(Jacob's POV)

(Flashback)

When I heard that voice…so soothing and so…unreal, I thought I was dead. I was awake, I didn't know where I was and I didn't bother trying to figure it out at the time. I was more concerned with the dull ache in my veins and why, even with my eyes closed, that it was as if I could see everything around me. I stopped my thoughts to listen to the vaguely familiar voice that seemed to encompass the entire room.

"I'm Edward Cullen and you're in my home. The room you're in right now is my father's examination room…."

Edward Cullen. At first I didn't know who that was. Then I remembered. He was the leech that hung around Bella all the time…what was I doing in his house? Then I remembered more. It hit me so hard that when he confirmed my inner thoughts I instantly became confused. What was I doing alive apparently? "I should be dead," I thought very convincingly, "I must be dead." I was shocked at this revelation, was heaven…the only heaven for a creature like me, an afterlife in hell? Why was I surrounded by vampires? I could only listen as Edward Cullen explained more details I had yet to know.

"If you can hear my voice then please lift your left arm."

His request was strange but I was willing to do so. Lifting my arm turned out to be the strangest experience I'd ever been through. Even more strange than being attacked by a leech and ending up in a heaven like this. I just had to know. I had to know if I was really dead or not. I figured the reason I wasn't breathing, the reason that my heart wasn't beating, was because I didn't need those things in death, that they were unnecessary to enjoy--or in my case--suffer the afterlife.

"Am I…where am I--?" I stopped. Immediately I sat up, looking around wildly as I did. Everything was so much more defined. The tiniest of glances about the room gave off every little detail available. The room smelled permeated with the scent of vampire and cleaning chemicals that I could give the exact labels. I could feel the shift in mood as both of the bloodsuckers in the room with me took on defensive stances, for what? I did not know but it didn't help me feel any less panicked. "What happened to my voice?" I thought, trying to grasp at the reason it sounded so…so foreign. I looked to the bloodsucker that I knew had been talking to me and he immediately took a step back while the blonde took a step forward, looking at me as if I were some fascinating specimen.

I freaked out even more when I felt the horror radiating off of Edward Cullen. "Wh-what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" I didn't know whose reaction I was more concerned with, I just knew I needed an answer and fast. I already didn't like how I was feeling. No heartbeat, no breathing, no nothing…and I knew that I was still among the living.

"Y-your eyes, they're--"

I didn't waste anymore time in waiting for answers. Faster than what I was capable of, I jumped off of the table and ran to the nearest window. Immediately I backed away, just as horrified as Edward had been when he'd seen what I saw in that moment. I fell to the floor instinctively covering my face, scared, ashamed, disgusted at what had just been staring at me only moments before. "My eyes…I'm a…that leech turned me into…one of you."

My eyes. They weren't like anything I'd ever seen before. No vampire, no human, no werewolf had eyes like the ones I did. They were half and half. One half of the iris on both of my eyes was dark brown, and the other was blood red. Neither color seemed as if it was dominant, as if it would in time, fade into one color. I shook my head back and forth and started rocking slowly where I sat. "My eyes…I'm a…that leech turned me into…one of you," I whispered, still afraid of the new voice I had acquired. I rocked back and forth, no one responded and I kept repeating, "my eyes," over and over again. I was a disgrace…a freak…a disgraceful bloodsucking freak. I knew in that moment, that as soon as my pack--my father--saw me, that they would turn their backs and never speak to me--of me…again.

(End flashback)

(End Jacob's POV)

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(Edward's POV)

I am restless, I pace back and forth on the carpeted floor of my bedroom. I don't know why I feel as if I'm losing my mind. I can hear the noise of many different things hitting a wall in a room just down the hall from mine. I know who it is and I know why he's doing it, I just can't figure out why there isn't a hole in the ceiling already. Hurricane proof walls…right. There was no telling what might happen if any of us got too rough around the house, it might've just collapsed if we hadn't built it with the toughest material possible.

Still, he continues to throw things around the room and I am almost inclined to go in there and see if I just can't calm him down. I'd gotten over the initial shock of the sight of him, I mean…he's still quite…hard to look at but I understood Carlisle's fascination with him. Two days ago I'd told myself that since he'd be living with us, I'd have to get used to his appearance and mind. He wasn't uttering a word; he already knew that vampires had a heightened sense of hearing. His hearing had been heightened as well, I gathered that much when he didn't question Carlisle or myself when we'd taken a step out of the room to talk about his living arrangements and where his room was located. He'd practically led us there.

I turned when I heard Alice approaching, her thoughts loud so that I knew she was coming in. She knocked, ever the polite one, and entered. "Jacob is getting ready to throw a--" she was interrupted by a particularly loud crash, "bed at the wall. He's taking this really hard." I nodded, throwing her a questioning look. She was thinking of different approaches to throwing Esme's surprise party. Esme's "birthday" wasn't until the following year. I immediately became suspicious--she was keeping something from me.

She sat down gracefully on the daybed by the window, plucking at invisible lint on her white jeans. I just stared until she finally said, "I had a vision." I nodded. "I can see Jake now, does he mind if I call him that?" she asked, knowing that he'd heard over all the noise he was making. Sure enough I heard him viciously reply in his thoughts, "Don't fucking go there." "He doesn't mind," I said, earning a particularly vicious reply to that from the hybrid which I promptly ignored. I don't know why I felt as if getting on his nerves would help him in any way, so I just pegged it on the fact that before he'd been changed, we'd never gotten along.

Alice smiled and continued with her explanation of why she could see Jake now, "I figure that he has enough of a vampiric side that it cleared up his immunity…and," she hesitated here but I quickly nodded that she should continue, "I had a vision." I rolled my eyes, "That's the first thing you told me." "Right," she agreed, "it was. My vision was about him…and you. It didn't seem like it took place anytime soon. I would go so far as to say that what I saw happened because of things leading up to it--" "What did you see?" I had to interrupt her. She wasn't giving me any hints in her mind and that was bothering me. Her smile was subtle, understanding, it showed that she was open about whatever she was going to say.

"You and Jake--" he grumbled when he heard Alice mention his name, but I picked up that he was listening as well, "were in the spot that he was attacked; the exact place where he was lying when we found him. You were…holding him, whispering something, then the picture changed and you were…." She trailed off when I held my hand up to stop her. I'd seen what she was telling, detail for detail--I saw. I was shocked….I really had to question what her intentions for coming to tell me this actually were in the first place. Did she think I would be dying (so-to-speak) to hear about me and…Jacob actually kissing each other? Oh no, the kissing was only half of it…I couldn't even bring myself to imagine the rest. All I could say, was that Alice came to the wrong place at the wrong time.

She got the message after my silence stretched on for longer than two minutes. Dancing her way out of my room she turned and stopped, twisting a lock of black hair around her index finger, a thoughtful look on her face, "I think Jake needs you and you need someone to be there too. Don't give me the Bella excuse, I've heard it more than enough times," she glared at me as I tried to protest, "all I'm saying is that I know you're the only one he's going to want to talk to…besides me and Carlisle. Just keep an open mind." Then she was gone. Just like that. I could hear Jacob thinking. I could tell that they were really private thoughts so I tuned him out.

As I left my room and passed his door, I heard him say very quietly, "Thanks and all for saving my life, but I wish you'd just left me to die." Then he got silent again, going back to thinking--evaluating--his self worth now that he was reduced to a monster that didn't even have a category. That feeling of pity washed over me again, propelling me out of the front door before anyone had a chance to ask where I was going. Honestly, I didn't know myself, I just needed to be alone to sort out the emotions that were slowly starting to make me question my self worth as well.

(A/N: How was it? Let me know! Did I describe the eyes well or do they need more detailing? Were you surprised by them at least?! Thanks so much again!)