AN- Sorry for the long wait this time, guys. I've been busy with some tennis stuff.
I'd like to start this off with a big thanks to Vennela for beta. I'm sure she's had lots of fun with my 'blah did blah, then blah' structures.

Also, all recognizable characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, though I'll say that the character of Reece does indeed belong to me.

CHAPTER SEVEN - NEWS
That most definitely I will be attracted to you.
Teasing to Please, by Cute Is What We Aim For

Over the next few hours, before Edward promised to explain what I had been saving Jasper's emotions from, Jasper had taken on the qualities of Mike.
He simply would not leave my side, or stay still. After the seventh time of rapidly going through every emotion I could possibly own to the rhythm of the music I was listening to, I simply went into my head and removed my emotions from Jasper's game, while crossing my arms and glaring at him. Jasper sighed and glared, looking away.
"I promise I'll stop." He declared, watching me carefully, waiting for my emotions to return.

Just as I switched them back, Alice came bouncing--literally-- into the room with such speed that I was reminded of a jackhammer.
"Alice, settle down, before you break the floor." Jasper said, watching her with an amused smile on his face.
Alice looked like she was going to explode with excitement. "Go on, Alice." I told her.
She simply let out an excited squeal and grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the room and into her own. She closed the door behind us, and turned to me, positively trembling.
"ANGELA! You are sooo going to be Bella and Edward's favorite now!" She announced gleefully, and I had a pretty good idea why. I smiled and waited for her to confirm my suspicion.

"What you did for Edward was A-M-AZING." She said, starting to spell the word then seemingly deciding that it would take too long. "I'm so happy for them!" She squealed once more, then snapped her mouth shut with an audible snap.
"He's here. Keep cool, and block your thoughts!" She whispered, pushing me out of her room and shutting the door in my face.

I shrugged and made my way down to the living room and took a seat on the couch next to Jasper, who let out a smug smile.
"He is unbelievably giddy." He warned me.
"Two Cullen boys, and only in one day? Oh goodie. Remind me not to please Emmett or I'll be crushed." I murmured, the scene playing out in my head as I heard Emmett's laugh from somewhere upstairs. Jasper's head snapped up as I heard the door open, and I turned to see Edward stepping into the house. The grin on his face was priceless.

"I heard that Ang." He accused, though the grin never left his face, and made it hard for me to take him seriously. He let out playful growl, his eyes shining and his mouth stretched to its limit. He approached me, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it gently. "Thank you so much, but I miss her smell. Bring it back, a little?" He asked quietly as I let out a knowing smile. I leaned my head against his and reached my mind out to him, quickly finding the control on Bella's smell easily, as I had already done it. I turned it slightly, then raced back to my own mind. My head had a sharp pain where I had been leaning it against Edward's, but it was nothing compared to that first attempt with Jasper.

Edward smiled at me and cast a wary glance around. "No Alice?" He wondered, then flinched as she sped down the stairs and into his face, kissing each of his cheeks.
I allowed myself to zone out while Alice got whatever it was out of her system. Then I felt a tap on the top of my head, and I looked up to Edward's sad little smile. "We should probably go now," he informed me. "Would you like Alice to come? What I'm going to tell you is going to take a bit more comfort than I myself could give you."
I looked to Alice, and nodded almost immediately. "Let's go."

So we left Jasper behind, followed with a wave of calm, then we were running.

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After hunting, we settled down beside a small creek. I had decided that this was where I would be the most likely to stay calm, since Edward had very clearly expressed his feelings for the news he was going to give me. I had a feeling it had something to do with my being a vampire, from the guilty expression on his face. Carlisle had told me that this was his signature 'I'm sorry you're soul was stolen from you and you're now doomed to an eternity of night' expression, and I didn't like it all that much. I cleared my throat lightly, waiting for him to say something. I felt Alice put a hand on mine, but I gave no reaction. I was so intent on Edward's face that it almost hurt to try to think of anything else at the same time.

After what seemed like eons, he opened his mouth to speak. "I'll take it that Carlisle told you about the Quileutes, and werewolves." He said, and I nodded. The tension in the air was so thick that I was reminded of something I had read a lot- 'The air was so thick it could be cut like butter.' I let out a small smile at the thought, and Edward's face stumbled for a moment, but he soon discarded the thought, the same small smile on his own lips. I felt Alice stiffen next to me, obviously feeling left out.

"Anyway, did he tell you about imprinting?" He asked, his eyes scorching into mine. I nodded lightly.
"He said it was when a werewolf sees who his soul mate is. Seems a little sketchy to me." I told him. He nodded.
"Fair enough. Well, no matter what you think of it, it's about the truest thing that exists for them." He sneered lightly, as Alice sent him a 'not-now' look. He nodded ever so slightly and continued his story.
"Well, you were right when you said I must have been talking about something pretty bad with Jacob to not notice Bella leaving, as loud as she is. He had gone to her house after the meeting with you guys, to... sort some things out. And I overheard him. Of course he didn't realize until it was too late, he would have never dared being around me. The thoughts were dark... The thing that would send Jasper haywire."
He paused again, and I let out a puff of breath, realizing I had been holding it. Edward let out a nervous chuckle, and continued.

"That day you were shot, and you were at the hospital? The shooting was an accident, but as you know, those machines were not. As you know, Bella and Jake were close when I... left, and he hasn't officially gotten over her. He doesn't want to be over Bella. So when he truly imprinted, he wanted her out of his life as soon as possible." He watched me, waiting for me to make the click in my head and connect the facts together. When I still couldn't wrap my mind around it, he continued.
"That someone was you. He wanted you gone, before he could get a real good look at you, and forget Bella. So he got Reece, that boy you saw in you hospital room, to do a favor for him. He is just too young, just barely part of the pack. Of course he would do anything for Jacob, the very idol of the pack. He convinced him to go in and turn off the machines. So he did."
Again he waited for this to sink in, and it was still having a little trouble getting to my brain.

"But you got to me first."

"Yes, and now you're not human, because of that dog." He growled, and I suddenly became hyper-aware of everything that was happening. Alice's grip tightened on me as she reached out to Edward, who turned away.
"And I thank you for that, as I would be dead. Don't get me wrong, I would much rather not know anything of this mess. But it's better than laying under a gravestone right now, no matter how much you seem to want me to think different," I told him, always jumping at the fact to rid Edward of the stress that always followed him around.

"And do you know if it is still in play, with me being a vampire? Can someone imprint on their enemy?" I wondered aloud, to see Alice and Edward shrug in unison.
"No one knows. Since he imprinted when you were human, he may have to pine after something that doesn't exist anymore. Or it just follows you through to vampirism." Alice said, and I jumped a little at her voice, as she had been quiet for so long. She let out a sad smile, while patting my hand. "We'll give you a while to think this out. Meet us back at the house." I nodded slightly, not exactly hearing her. I saw them get up and out of my peripheral vision, I saw them run back in the direction of Forks. I eyed the path they had taken, then my eyes wandered to another spot in the trees a few feet away, toward the Quileute border. I forced my eyes away, and to the water shimmering in the creek, shining under the sun. I stood and walked the few feet away from the shade and into the sun, feeling it on every inch of me as it shone down from it's exact center point in the sky. I stood still for an immeasurable amount of time, turning back to the trees, my eyelids closed. I waited again, until the sun was slowly covered by some gray clouds, and I walked forward into the trees, not looking to which path I had taken. That way if I ended up on the Quileute side--where I really wanted to go, then Alice wouldn't see it until I was there. I started to run, making quick time of my trip.

It turned out that luck was on my side, and I was now at the Quileute border. I slipped stealthily forward, and took a seat a few feet away from the line. Turning my sight and hearing up to the max and my scent to the minimum, I waited for something to announce the arrival of a werewolf, or anyone else.

More unknown amounts of time passed by, until I saw a movement almost directly in front of me. It was far enough away for me to tell that it wouldn't be able to see or smell me yet, but close enough to see that this was indeed Reece, the boy from the hospital. He was dark, even so for a Quileute, and small. Funny, the werewolves are supposed to be big. And he's just small.

Small like regular human height, but still as muscled and sculpted as a werewolf. I let out a small smile and twisted my hair over my shoulder, no doubt sending a wave of my scent straight at him. He suddenly went stark straight, and made a beeline for me. As he drew nearer and his less adjusted eyes caught sight of me, his eyes widened and he shook his head side to side violently, his mind obviously imploding at the sight of me. I started a little at his eyes- they were the darkest of brown, maybe even black. Even as perfect my sight was, I could not see the difference between the pupil and the iris.

He continued to walk forward, pausing in a group of three trees, a good distance away from me. "Climb the tree." He ordered suddenly, and I frowned lightly as I saw his hands starting to tremble. He didn't have to ask twice. I was up the tree in a moment, and he blinked as he stepped forward into my line of sight. "I never dreamed I'd see you again..." He muttered, shaking his head once more, his dark, glossy hair glinting lightly. "I'll call Jake." He said quietly, then a shudder racked through his body, and he morphed into a wolf right there. I was shocked to see that he was pure white, in great contrast to his dark eyes. I stopped myself from inhaling sharply as he looked at me, his intelligent eyes watching me with a new light. I was glad that he wasn't so new of a werewolf, or I would be in between a rock and a hard place right now. Then he turned, his eyes narrowing, and I saw that he wasn't quite so pure. On his left hip there were some tawny specks, looking a bit like freckles. I couldn't help but smile a bit, when a new idea came to my mind- I had said that his fur was pure white, until I had just seen the spots... It seemed a perfect visual metaphor for his pure conscience, except for when it came to me, and the attempted murder. I shuddered at the thought, until I heard a crashing through the trees. It seemed that Jacob had gotten Reece's message. I could see glimpses of his russet colored fur before he slowed and morphed, before coming into my range of sight as a human, some destroyed jeans and a plain white shirt clothing his body. He nodded to Reece, who watched carefully in check as I lowered myself out of the tree.

Jacob was looking over me, the mask that I had heard Bella complaining about, saying that it looked like Sam. Then it changed, and I could see what Bella seemed to call 'her Jacob' as a tentative smile covered his lips, though his eyes remained guarded. I looked back to Reece, and he gave me a quick bow of his head before pelting off into the trees. Dang, is that kid fast! I thought, but then my eyes switched to Jacob as he took a couple steps closer, his eyes looking over my body and making me feel extremely self-conscious. "Interesting..." He muttered.
"And what would that be?" I asked, my voice a bit colder than I intended, though Jacob didn't seem to notice.
"You don't smell repulsing to me." He mused, staring at me intently, as I did the same to him, though I could tell that I was more wary.
"Erm... Thanks?"
He let out a laugh. "No, vampires usually smell horrible to us, as we do to you. You don't smell me?" He asked, and I was about to tell him of my power before I thought better of it.
"I've been holding my breath," I pretended to confess. He nodded.

He continued watching me silently, and I suddenly decided that I had had enough. I turned and started walking away, before I felt a warm hand around my wrist. I gasped as I was suddenly being turned, finding Jacob much closer to me than I had wanted. He was staring at my eyes, as if trying to think of a reason why his arm was sliding around my waist right now, and coming up with nothing. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, and I felt his fingers trailing over my cheek, leaving lines of cold over where his hot skin had just been. I opened my eyes and pulled his arm off of my waist, and turned to leave once more.

"Angela, wait." He said quietly, and I closed my eyes slowly before reopening them and turning to look at him.
"What, Jacob?" I asked him, wanting to be away from his questioning eyes, which I saw had now turned warm, his eyes twinkling and what looked like absolute adoration hidden in the brown depths.
"I think it's possible. For me to love you." He said quietly, and I nodded infinitesimally. Then once again I turned away from him and ran back to the Cullens, glad to feel that he had not grabbed me this time. I ran as fast as I could, and soon realized that Edward and Alice were running with me, though Alice was falling farther and farther behind each second.

"You heard." I said.
"Yes." Edward replied simply.
"How much?"
"Enough to know what color that white wolf's eyes are." He told me, and I felt his eyes on me. I suddenly felt awkward, and resented his eyes close watch. I knew he heard this, as he soon concentrated on the path ahead. Once we reached the house, I awkwardly yanked the door open and ran to my room, making sure that no more eyes would happen to land on me.

As I threw myself onto my couch and turned on some quiet jazz music on a CD that Edward had made me.

I could still feel where Jacob had touched me.