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Edward's perspective. Warning: May completely suck.

Bella had informed me that Black would be coming, but I was hoping that perhaps he may get caught up in something and not be able to make it. She didn't need the Quileutes' book as I could tell her everything she needed to know about the war. I had lived through most of it, but she decided she wanted a more unbiased opinion. I don't suppose a werewolf book with be biased at all.

It was all propaganda really. She should be asking Carlisle or Esme. They wouldn't lie, and neither would I, but she seems to think that I wouldn't be completely truthful with her.

I smelt Black before I saw his car coming up the driveway, and as Bella was in the shower she had asked me to answer the door, and I did. Without so much as a good afternoon, or even a hi, Black pushed past me into the living room.

"Afternoon, Black."

Sup bloodsucker.

I closed the door.

"Bella is upstairs, you can wait here and she will come down to you, not the other way around."

Whatever. He rolled his eyes. I sighed. Bella had said be polite. Hmm. "Was the book written by your tribe?"

He didn't answer, instead sitting on the third step to lead upstairs. How impolite, at least I was trying a little. I took the sofa.

"Jake!"

Bella?

He jerked his head towards the stairs, while I raised my head slowly. "I'll be down in ten. Be nice!" Bella was now calling from in her room.

He is a guest, so I suppose I should be hospitable. I sighed. "Do you want anything? A… drink?"

What's this guy's deal?

He turned to look at me, and he caught my eyes accidentally.

They're... Black?

He took in a sharp intake of breath, eyes widening. He tried to calm himself down by breathing heavily, shrinking into his frame. He looked… venerable and small. It was quite amusing. I smiled a little at the sight before me, showing my teeth. It was really quite delightful. He stood jerkily, grasping the frame. His eyes never once met mine.

"What's wrong Black?"

He looked from left to right in quick, uneasy movements. He looked like a trapped dog. "I… ugh-"

Fuck my life.

Suddenly his scent hit me, a wave of confusion and fear. And desire.

Odd. Not lust, nor love. Just… desire. Intriguing. Surely he couldn't have… oh, but he did! Hysterical!

I let a laugh fall from my throat. He looked sick. The laugh grew. I wasn't cackling so much as chuckling. The dog imprinted! On me!

He hates me (arguable now), but he has to spend eternity with me! This is precious. What's his pack going to say? His father? Bella? She won't want to see him again. Perhaps I can use this to my advantage.

My smile grew. "Black? Are you alright?"

Oh god.

I could see him growing dizzy, swaying slightly. For a moment I thought he was going to be sick. Disgusting. I chuckled again.

Fuck you bloodsucker.

He threw the tattered book at me, which I caught, and he stumbled from the house. Amusing, really.

Hmm. I looked at the book. Perhaps some research might be of use. I walked through the front door (Black had left it open in his haste) and placed the book in the boot of my Volvo. "Edward?"

I turned. "Bella."

She stood awkwardly in her usual attire, gripping the bag she had yet to place on her shoulder.

"Where did Jake go?"

I pulled the bag from her small hand a put it over her shoulder. "He left." I pecked her on the cheek and opened the passenger door for her. "Sorry, Bella, he didn't leave the book."

"Oh. Did he say why?" I closed the when she climbed in and got in the driver's seat. I reversed quickly and threw the car forward towards my house.

"Hmm. Not really. Something about his pack. It must have been important, he took the book as he went."

"Oh so he did actually bring it for me?"

"Yes. It was tucked under his arm. Why?" I looked to her suspiciously. She sat tense in her seat, arms folded on her lap, looking straight through the front windscreen. Oh. She looked quite sad. "What's wrong Bella? Is something the matter?"

She sighed. "Not really, I just… I just think that maybe he's avoiding me."

"Not at all Bella. Why would you think that? You know how he feels about you."

"I know."

"Well then don't worry about him. He's obviously having some problems with the rest of the do- pack. Do you feel better?" I gave her a sly smile.

I watched as she subtly relaxed in her small frame, crossing her legs, and turning to give me a tiny smile. "Yeh."

"Well good." I leaned over her to peck her lightly on the lips. She shoved me away.

"Eyes on the road, Edward!" I chuckled in response.

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My research had told me that imprinting was more serious than I had originally been informed. It bonded the soul, meaning to ensure our survival and mental stability, me and Black would have to spend more time together. I would be easier as Bella was a close friend of him, however, I am unsure how willing Black would be to come out with us more. He would not like my family, I was not allowed on the Reservation, so we would have to arrange meetings in Forks. Most obviously Bella's house, which would make Charlie very happy.

I don't know how easy it will be for me and the dog to form any form of stable relationship, but according to the older Quileute legends, for Black's survival, it is a necessity to be around each other more. I will not deny how I feel, like a child, I did not want Black to be hurt. It would be painful to Bella, and from what I've read in the dog's book, for me as well.

Something that had worried me was Black's limited life span, but apparently the… spirit wolf will keep the dog alive for as long as the other partner, at an appropriate age. If he dies, I will die. If I die, he will die. Also, he can become impregnated. Hmm. I skipped that chapter.

It seems that Jacob Black is my soul mate, however either of us feel.

I thought it over, and over, and over. Bella was my soul mate, I believed, and she would be told. By Black. The sooner everyone was aware of this imprint, the better this… relationship would be.

"Bella."

Bella looked from the movie to me, slowing down on the popcorn. "Um… yeh?"

"Black has something to say to you."

"Oh, - what?" She looked confused. Cute.

"I can here him. He wants to tell you something. Tomorrow, I'll drive you to the border. I'll wait for you there."

"Oh, okay."

"Are you okay?"

"Fine, why?"

"Bella…"

"I just… I don't know how to deal with him right now."

"Bella this is what you wanted. He needs someone, so he'll go to his very best friend for help. Besides, this might be important."

She smiled shyly. "Thanks Edward."

I smirked and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, leaning into the couch and crossing my legs. This would all work out.

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