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Rating: T (language, violence, and sexual references)

Pairing: JB/EC

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Chapter 6: Hearts on Fire

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(Jacob's POV)

When he opened the door, I half expected him to turn and walk right back out…but he just stood there. I sat on the plushy, silk-covered couch that stood against a tapestry covered wall the color of deep red, blood red. Apparently fetishes went beyond a human feature, of course for vampires, I figured that blood was constantly on their minds. I couldn't say. I didn't have the hugest of urges for blood…maybe one of the factors that distinguishes that I'm not entirely one breed of creature or the other…anyway, I stared unblinkingly at him just standing there by the door.

I wasn't surprised that he was so shocked. After all, I came in through the kitchen door which was conveniently placed in the back of the small house. The door swung shut after a moment, his hand quickly coming to rub his smooth handsome face. I did not just say that either. His golden eyes locked themselves on mine and suddenly I felt naked. I wasn't really naked…but I was sitting here thinking of his blood fetish, my inexistent blood fetish, how…mind-blowing he looked…someone stop me. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, not even taking note of the fact that technically…that couldn't really happen given the circumstances….

"Blood fetish? Really, Jacob, it goes beyond a fetish I'm afraid," came that clear, velvety voice. The tone was a lot softer, a lot more…sensual. I could only imagine what I looked like…I knew what I looked like four or so days ago but…the way he was looking at me made me reconsider. Even the way I spoke was so much more different, more…refined…proper…so not how a normal sixteen-year-old male would talk. The thought made me angry which made him come closer.

The room that we were in wasn't even that big. I could take twenty steps from where I sat, to reach the front door. The kitchen was through a wide archway on the wall that the couch I was occupying sat against, and the opposite wall had a hallway which held two doors on both sides and one at the very end…I didn't have a chance of turning back now.

"Dear Jacob, why would you even think of leaving now? You've obviously been waiting for me," he was walking slowly, every step deliberately small, "and I've just arrived." The look on his otherwise captivating face, scared the shit out of me. His tone stayed low, but his expression seemed feral. I kept my eyes on him the entire time, and why didn't I at least attempt to fight him off? Well…I didn't just invite myself in for nothing….

"It isn't exactly proper etiquette that one invite themselves into someone's home without permission--" I didn't move, feeling as if I were under a trance as I watched him come closer, "and I think…," he kneeled down right in front of me, taking his time to slowly lift his gaze to mine, "that you ought to be apprehended." Slowly, his left hand traveled up my jean-clad left leg, past my knee…he repeated this action with his right hand on my right side. My anger had been slowly subsiding, but was piqued once again at this insanely…romantic action. As if I were some "drop dead gorgeous girl" and last time I checked, I was still very much male.

I stood with the intent to punch him in the face, but he was ready for it. He moved to stand behind me and I moved across the room, crouching and ready to lunge if necessary. His eyes seemed darker, not with hunger oh no, not with the thirst for blood at all and I seriously wondered what I looked like. "Your cheeks are flushed…so odd," he breathed. His expression changed. He was looking at me as if he cared…like…really cared. "You would never care about me like that," I thought, the clear image of Bella in my head. Immediately he was by my side, which threw me off balance oddly enough…I felt somewhat human again.

He let me fall, he let me feel the impact of my body hitting the ground before he was right down there with me, his face inches from my own. "Everyone needs someone to love them Jacob," he said, so quietly that only I could hear it even if someone were standing behind us. I looked away from him then. That's not what I had meant. He wouldn't care about me like he did Bella…hell, I only loved her and I knew, just knew that in time she would love me too. After all, "She would never truly be happy with a leech like you."

I knew my words were hypocritical, I knew that they could only mean truth for both of us. But I couldn't say it…never could the moment he had entered the picture. I had been so sure that Bella loved me as more than a best friend or a brother…but when he came along and grabbed her attention, at first…it was as if I didn't even exist. Now it was like I was only walking beside a once happy memory, living a half life because Bella loved him. I felt the words coming before he even said them, and they broke my heart more than I'd ever admit aloud. "She would never truly be happy with you Jacob, and as for me…I'll only end up hurting her and I couldn't and wouldn't ever forgive myself if she were to die because of me."

I didn't understand…what was he saying? That he was willing to sabotage everything he had with Bella because he…because of what he could possibly maybe do to her? He was willing to break her heart just so that he wouldn't have to feel guilty about breaking mine? …and I wasn't willing to do the same? I wasn't willing to risk my already precious friendship with the girl of my dreams? I wasn't willing to break her heart just to mend mine? I wasn't willing to love him? Did I love him?

He kissed me then. My thoughts drifted away, and along with them my doubts about everything. This didn't mean that I wouldn't deal with the repercussions that were sure to follow. I loved Bella dearly and I would never do anything to hurt her, but my heart was telling me that it had been Edward the entire time. As he slowly started to undress me there on the floor, I shut out the thoughts that held no importance to the time and place. I was entering into what I knew would be a dangerous act, but with the promise that someone cared for me this time.

(A/N: Aaaah! It was very short yes, but how'd you like it? Slight Bella bashing but not quite so. Some major Jakeward action for you! And did you notice how Alice's vision from before played out? Things didn't go quite exactly as she'd seen them, but they did happen! Please review! Thank you! **ooo! I almost forgot! Something strange is up with Jake! Flushed cheeks? hmm...doesn't sound quite vampiric does it?**)