Bring Me to Life

By: KellyCRocker59

Chapter Eleven: Prelude to Oblivion (Discoveries)

Wow, two chapters in two days; I feel great. Don't ruin my mood by not reviewing; I expect a review from all of you, or I won't update until after Thanksgiving, and, if I get too few reviews, I might not even update until AFTER CHRISTMAS! Anyway, another short chapter, so I apologize, but REVIEW ANYWAY!

I awoke in the morning without a single thought in my mind. I was still tired, even after looking at the clock and seeing that it was 8:00 a.m., rolled over and curled against Jacob's sleeping form. I sighed, my eyes growing heavy and my mind easing into sleep once more as Jake pulled me gently against him in his sleep.

When I woke up again, it was 1:00 p.m. Jake had risen and was reading a book called 'Winds of Souls' in a recliner that I hadn't seen upon entering the room. Then, as I looked around, I realized that we were no longer in the hotel room.

"Jake!" I gasped in shock, warm white blankets clinging to my naked form.

He looked up from his book with a slight smile. It was odd thing to see at this time; to see happiness at all was such a blessing. It reminded me of how much I loved him.

"I got us a suite just a mile or so down the street from that old hotel. It's amazing what some people will do for a little extra cash." He said, putting his book down on a table beside the recliner, walking over to the bed and sitting down.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, which I just realized. He had to be one of the most muscular men I had ever seen; and probably the sexiest, too. I leaned forward and the blanket fell from my chest, pressing our flesh against one another's as I wound my arms over his shoulders from behind.

He turned in my embrace and pulled me into his lap, his warm lips pressing gently against mine. I gasped unconsciously and he tilted me back, laying me down on the bed. Our lips finally parted and he smiled, lying down beside me and playing with a strand of my hair.

I let him, noticing that his eyes never wandered to my bare chest; I admired him for not being horny all the time. He brought the strand of hair to his face and sniffed it before kissing the end. I reached out and stroked his hair, realizing then that I hadn't had a shower in several days.

"I think I need to take a shower." I said.

He smiled.

"How about we take a shower?" He proposed, and I blushed slightly.

"That sounds good." I said.

The next thing I knew the water was splattering against our bare bodies, my legs wrapped around Jake's hips as my back rubbed against the wall of the shower, my hands gripping his hair and the wall as he thrust into me.

I wrapped a towel around my slightly damp form, Jake sliding a robe onto his shoulders and pulling one out of a cabinet for me. I put it on, letting the towel fall off of me as I did. We walked into the living room, Jake flipping on the TV and turning to the movie channel. 'Evan Almighty' was playing, and we watched it without really watching it, snuggling up on the couch. Jacob held me in his lap loosely, combing my hair slowly with his fingers, my fingers entwined with his free hand.

As the credits ended, we got up and Jake ordered pizza from 'Pizza Hut.' It showed up in about twenty minutes, Jake paying the man. He turned on the radio and put in a CD called 'Coco' by Colbie Cailliat. We listened to the nice and gentle songs as we ate, my mind unable to help but to wander to tomorrow, when I would meet Simon.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Jake asked.

I nodded, realizing that that was the first time that 'him' hadn't referred to Edward.

"Don't worry about it, Bella. Everything will be fine, I promise."

I nodded.

"When did you find time to get all of this stuff, Jake?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I got it all brought here. You know that book that I was reading? It's about a man's struggle against harpies in the modern world. I got it delivered here from Barnes and Noble."

"It doesn't really help any, does it?" I asked, sitting up a little in interest.

He shrugged.

"Depends. In this story, the author talks explicitly about the beasts coming in the night and tearing apart humans' bodies and eating their souls. Then they leave without killing anything else."

I felt my eyes getting a little brighter with the slight hope of a chance. If the author knew what he was talking about, then this could help us kill the harpies.

"Can you read ahead?" I asked.

Jake smiled.

"I already did. He says that the harpies can only be brought to this world through a gate, and that gate must have a vassal to feed from. A human, usually."

I gasped slightly at the prospect. A human, calling these monsters into the world? Who could hate so much?

"Who…" I began, but he spoke.

"Someone powerful. Someone who can command great strength."

I knew who he was thinking of. Simon.

"Jake, no! He's helped us survive!" I cried.

He shook his head, jaw set.

"Who else could it be, Bella? He's the only one who could do this!"

"No, Jake! I trust him!"

"Why are you defending him so much, Bella? Are you in love with him?" He snapped.

"How dare you ask me that!" I cried.

I wasn't going to accept this. I got up, heading to the bedroom and pulling on a pair of sweats and a white American Eagle shirt.

"Where are you going?" He demanded as I stormed back through the room.

"I'm leaving. I need time to clear my head." I said, pulling the door open and slamming it shut behind me.

I walked down the street in a huff, my cell phone being the only thing of worth that I had on me. Suddenly, it started to vibrate. I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"You need to talk. Head into the hotel right in front of you and ask for room 56." Simon said.

I smiled despite myself. I needed to talk to someone. I turned to see a nice hotel. I walked in, asking for room 56.

The room was on the first floor. I knocked and he immediately answered. Simon stood there in a sleeveless under-shirt that accented his firm muscles and chiseled chest, his brown hair slightly tousled. He wore a pair of American Eagle sweats on the bottom, which looked very good on him. He was almost breathtakingly stunning as he stood there; I had never seen him like this.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I shook my head, walking into the room.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, closing the door behind him.

I shook my head, turning to him.

"I has something to do with your over-protective boyfriend, doesn't it?" He asked, though he already knew.

I nodded. If my mind had been clearer, I would have realized how out-of-character he was acting.

"Well, it seems to me like your not doing to well." He said, reaching out and touching my cheek gently.

I gasped, and he smiled. I stood completely still as he leaned forward and captured my lips in his. Soon, I found his hands pulling at my shirt. I pulled away.

"Simon, no." I whispered as his lips found mine again.

I pulled away again.

"No." I said even more firmly, and he looked at me impatiently.

"Come on, Bella; just a quickie?" He asked, pulling at my shirt again.

"No. It was a mistake to come. I'll see you some other time." I said, pulling away from him and heading for the door.

However, as I pulled the door open, I heard a screech. My mind rushed as the familiar rage swept me away in its powerful currents, and I fell to my knees from the pain. They were here.