Just for the record, I kinda picture Laurent as Mikey Way from MCR. Why? I don't know. Inky pointed that out, and he seemed to fit for some reason. :D So, yeah.

Also, Laurent and Bella's relationship will be clearly defined in this chapter.

Tension is building inside steadily. Everyone feels so far away from me. Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me
---Linkin' Park: From The Inside

Edward's eyes suddenly turned a coal black, as he glared at Jacob fiercely. A low growl escaped his chest, and my eyes widened. Why was Edward growling at Jacob? Sure, he sometimes had some more then friendly thoughts about me, but that was no reason to sit and risk exposing himself. No human I knew could growl.

"Edward," I warned, placing a hand on his shoulder. He immediately took my hand, as he stood up, and pushed me behind him, protecting me.

Suddenly, something happened that I hadn't expected. A growl formed in Jacob's chest, and he stared at Edward with cold eyes. I was very confused at this point. Jacob was growling, Edward was protecting me from him, and Jacob's eyes were not black, ocher, or burgundy.

"You were supposed to be dead," Jacob hissed at Edward, his eyes narrowing. "I should have known that you bloodsuckers would try and pull something like this. Fake your own death so you can take Bella away, and turn her into one of you."

My eyes widened. He knew. How did he know? He never believed the stories before. Why now? How did he know that I was no longer human? I placed my hands on Edward's shoulders, and peaked out to look at Jacob.

"It was an accident, dog." Edward spat back, as he glared at him in disgust. "And we did not change Bella. She was attacked."

Dog? Why did Edward call him a dog? I swallowed hard, and stepped out from behind Edward, taking a place next to him instead. My eyes widened in shock again when I truly saw how different Jacob looked. Jake had gotten big. His shoulders had gotten broader, his biceps stronger, and he had even shot up quite a few inches. If he grew any more, he would be even bigger then Edward. My jaw dropped, it had only been a month! How could all this happen in a month?

Jacob's eyes softened when he saw me. "Bella…?" he asked quietly.

"It's me…" I responded just as meekly. "How—how do you know what I am?"

"He's a werewolf Bella," Edward replied, watching me with cautious eyes. "That's why he's so much bigger. And why he suddenly believes the legends."

If I had been human, I probably would have fainted. Jacob was a—a werewolf? I blinked a few times. I even tried to respond, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a mangled squeak, that sounded a lot like a dying mouse, or maybe a goose.

"A—what…?" I responded in astonishment. There was no possible way that he said werewolf. But then again, who was I to judge? I was a vampire for Christ's sake.

"A werewolf," Jacob answered. "It's in my blood."

I blinked, "Since… since when?" My voice was shaking. I knew from the beginning that Edward wasn't human. I knew if from the start, it was obvious that he was something… something else. But Jacob… Jacob was just Jacob. He was my normal, human, teddy-bear-like friend. To find out that he wasn't human, that was so inconceivable, so mind-blowing. I couldn't even wrap my mind around the idea.

"Shortly after you left," he replied. "When I turned sixteen, that's when it started. I had no idea that things like werewolves existed, turns out that I am one."

"What are you doing here?" Edward snarled.

Jacob shot Edward a glare, but he answered his question. "After Bella disappeared at the same time your coven did, the pack got suspicious. Since Bella is a good friend of mine, and the same with Charlie and Billy, we decided we had to track you down. We knew that it wasn't safe for you around these bloodsuckers. We aren't the only pack around you know, we actually know one living close by, watching over another coven that claims to be vegetarian. They told us we could find you here."

"You BASTARD!" Edward exclaimed. "You had no right to do that! Who do you think you are, tracking us like that!?"

"A good friend," Jacob snapped. "If I had gotten here sooner, I bet I would have been able to save her from whatever leech took a bite out of her. I would have been able to save her, the way you couldn't."

Edward looked as if someone had come and punched him in the gut, not just once, but several times. Jacob had really struck a nerve with that one. Edward didn't look angry anymore. He looked completely pained.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, my voice was interrupted by a stronger, velvety smooth, male voice.

"I believe that you should refrain from speaking of things you know nothing about."

There, at the entrance was Laurent, in all his golden eyed glory. I felt like he should have been wearing a cape or something. Thank God for Laurent.

He came and stood at the opposite side of me, so I had a vampire on either side of me. I didn't get why they were getting so protective, there wasn't a full moon or anything. But then again, Edward didn't burn in the sun either.

"How dare you," Laurent spat. "You have no right to storm in here, and act as if you know what you're talking about. I suggest, mutt, that you go home, and find yourself a muzzle. This family does a much better job of taking care of this girl then your pack ever could."

Edward and I were in complete and utter shock. Edward probably more so then me, but I still couldn't believe my ears. Was this the same arrogant, pain in the neck, asshole that I had been bickering with since the day I woke up from my transformation? This was the same vampire. Well, that was unexpected.

I looked to Jacob, and realized that he was not only astounded, but he was pissed. His face was turning red, and I noticed that his fists were shaking uncontrollably. Edward and Laurent both looked terrified, but not for themselves. Their eyes were darting from Jacob, to me, and then to each other.

Edward turned to Laurent, and gave him a look. "Get Bella upstairs," he commanded, his eyes blacker then I've ever seen them. "And stay with her."

"I am not going to leave you to handle the mutt alone," He countered, his eyes wide. Oh my God. Did he seriously just say that? How… sweet.

Jacob's fists continued to shake, and he looked like it was taking all of his strength not to loose control. Edward noticed this too, and his nostrils flared.

The rest of the Cullens flew down the stairs in an instant, probably smelling Jacob, and hearing our yells of frustration. They glared at Jacob with black eyes, barely noticing Laurent was even in the room.

"Go Laurent," he demanded, "Now."

He gave Edward one more unsure glance, before picking me up, and running as fast as he could to the bedroom. He sat me down on the bed, and moved to the window, leaning against it, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Laurent," My voice was drained. I was scared; scared for Edward, scared for Laurent, scared for my whole family. The pack was watching us now. This could end up being a full out war.

"Give me a minute to calm down," he said, his eyes shut tight, as he pressed his forefingers against his temples.

I nodded, and a minute or two of silence passed. Well, silence in this room, at least. Downstairs, we could hear yelling, and growling, it wasn't helping my nerves at all.

"Are you alright?" he asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

I raised an eyebrow, and shook my head. "I'm worried Laurent," I said, my voice still shaky. "A pack of werewolves is going to be much larger then our small coven. I'm afraid they'll hurt Edward, or the other Cullens, or you."

"No one is going to hurt any of us," Laurent promised, moving to sit next to me. "Especially not a pack of smelly wolves," His newly golden eyes were sincere.

I couldn't help it then. I collapsed into his chest, dry sobbing. Everything was falling apart. Right when Edward and I were finally happy. We had gotten our eternity, we had gotten engaged. Victoria was dead, and Laurent had become a good guy. Hell, Rosalie and I were even starting to get along. Everything was so perfect, until Jacob and his pack came along, pulling the rug out from beneath me, and my perfect afterlife.

Laurent's arms went around my back, awkwardly at first, but eventually he was patting my back like a real brother would. I had found a best friend in the last person I expected. And now, I could possibly lose him too. Upon realizing this, the sobs grew stronger, and I was thankful I was incapable of tears, because if I was, Laurent's shirt would be soaked.

"Everything is going to be fine," he said, using his index and pointer finger to lift my chin. "I promise…"

"But what if…"

"Shh…" he cooed, shaking his head. "Stop being ridiculous, Edward loves you too much to let anyone hurt you. And he loves you way too much to let anyone take him away from you, that includes werewolves."

I let a small smile cross my face. "Thanks Laurent,"

"Any time, doll face," He returned the smile.

"You know," I said leaning back on the pillows. "You aren't so bad…"

He smirked. Aha, there was the Laurent I was used to. "You know it,"

I rolled my eyes, "You are pretty arrogant though," I said. He chuckled, and I added. "But you know, you're really not so much of an asshole."

He beamed. "I knew you liked me,"

"Yeah," I said. "You know. I lost a best friend today. Jacob really used to be a good friend to me…"

He frowned, "I'm sorry,"

"Don't be," I shrugged. "Because you know what?"

"What?"

"I got a new best friend today too," I smiled, touching the tip of his nose with my index finger. "A much better one,"

He laughed, "I am pretty amazing, aren't I?"

I glared, and playfully punched him in the arm. He only responded by laughing some more. That made me angrier, and I proceeded to punch him in the chest several times. Laurent, again, just laughed again. I groaned, huffed, and leaned back on the headboard.

"And Bella," he said.

"Mmhmm…"

"I got a pretty amazing best friend today too,"

I beamed, "Why thank you,"

He rolled his eyes. "I was talking about Edward…"

My jaw dropped. Asshole…

"Kidding! I meant you." he exclaimed. "God, stop being so uptight."

And that's when Edward walked back into the room. He looked like hell. His sweater had been shredded some in the front, claw marks no doubt. He had multiple scratches on his face and on the bare places on his chest and arms, exposed due to the tattered sweater. His usually messy bronze hair was worse then usual, and his facial expression looked like he was exhausted.

"We officially have a war on our hands,"