A Twilight/New Moon/ Eclipse Fan-Fiction

By: A-Dreamer-Needs-A-Hero

Author's note: Many thanks to my reviewers and readers, but if you look over the story, could you please review? It would mean a lot. Here is chapter three, updated in the same day. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and it is not Bella/Jacob so far. It is currently Bella/Edward, but that could change if you want it to. All you have to do is review….

Morning came far too quickly for Bella. As the sun burned into her eyelids from the open window, they slowly fluttered open. Yawning and pulling her arms out into a stretch, she stared over at her nightly companion.

He was positioned halfway off the bed, a long leg hanging over. Jacob wore nothing but a pair of cut off jeans, and was snoring lightly. Bella tried a weak attempt at controlling her laughter. Absentmindedly, she wondered what time it was.

Jacob woke quickly, falling off the bed in the process. His eyes were wide and alert, but he froze at seeing Bella lying down on the bed, laughing and crying at his situation. His eyebrows narrowed, and his lips frowned.

Bella gasped once she felt weight push her down onto the bed. This she wasn't expecting.

"Hey," He muttered into her hair. "Who said you could laugh at me?" Jacob pretended to look hurt.

"Sorry," She sang, pulling him into a hug. God did she miss him. He chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"If I had known you were this eager," He murmured warmly, trailing off suggestively before he continued.

"Sorry Bells. Billy is here. I know you want me, but you'll just have to wait until he leaves." He almost snickered at seeing the bewildered expression that came onto her face when he told her that.

Bella's face flushed a vibrant red as she frowned.

"Jacob Black, that is so not funny!"

He shushed her quickly with a finger over his lips.

"Calm down Bells, Billy's sleeping…."

Embarrassment was all she could feel right now. The last thing she wanted to was wake Billy up, especially after letting her stay the night and offering for her to stay as long as she pleased even. She couldn't insult that great welcoming hospitality, it would be rude.

Not to mention the fact that to have Billy hear noises from his son's bedroom, knowing that his best friend didn't sleep on the couch last night was also in said bedroom, and possibly assuming the worst would not be what Bella wanted him to think. Definitely not.

If it were possible, her face flooded into an even deep shade of red.

Jacob gave a grin. He ruffled her hair.

"Silly Bella," He sang with a smirk. "Don't be so self conscious. You weren't that loud..." He laughed louder when Bella attempted at harming him by giving him a smack on the arm, but he felt no pain.

Snickering, he watched as she proceeded to give him 'the evil eye'.

"I'm sorry," He exclaimed, rubbing their noses together. Her evil look grew stronger at the close proximity.

Bella let out something in a low grumble as Jacob laughed, shaking his head.

Then, in odd unison, their stomachs both let out growls. It was immediately decided that Jake's stomach was louder, considering he had more to feed. Bella wasn't too far off though. Going through an emotional period, and with her not eating last night because of what happened had left her completely wiped.

It was then that Jacob's eyes rested on Bella's appearance, posture slightly sagged and dressed in a robe….an expensive, very girly one at that. Bella didn't wear overly girly clothing, so this came as a surprise to him. And the scent…..His nose crinkled in disgust. It was too sickly sweet, like too much of a fruity perfume.

This robe was not Bella's, but he had a good idea where it had come from. He grew very still, taking in the dark circles under her eyes.

All the pieces began to click together.

"Bella," He called to her sharply. Her eyes widened at his tone.

"Did that leech (He winced at the hurt look in her eyes, yet still annoyed at her adoration for the blood sucker, but quickly amended his words)-Edward I mean, hurt you?"

His stare was intent. Bella quickly shook her head no.

Then, he oddly began to perk up.

"So," Jacob began slowly.

"Did you get into a fight?" He let his speech trail off as he gazed into Bella's eyes. The brown was clouded with shock, confusion. He knew he guessed right.

Jacob was hopeful now, taking in the events that had happened. She had come here willingly, to him, instead of going to Angela's or heading home. That had to mean something.

She at first wouldn't answer. Stubbornly, with her face staring down, and her head tilted to the side, she refused to look at him.

"Bella," He called. No response. With a sigh, he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. Tilting, he lifted her chin so that her eyes could meet his.

"Why did you come here?"

Bella continued her reign of silence. After all, she had no clue. Her brain hadn't led her here, at least the correctly functioning part. She knew that a lot of her body parts didn't function correctly, and maybe that included her common sense.

Jacob groaned, getting frustrated easily at not being able to receive an answer. Running a hand through his chopped short locks, he bit his lower lip at the torture of waiting. He had to be patient with Bella. He wouldn't lose her to that damn bloodsucker again, but more importantly, he wanted her to get better. He wanted her to heal, and be able to feel at ease with him. He had the desire to see her whole again.

"Honey, you know I'm here for you, so whenever it comes out, I'll happily listen." He rolled his eyes at the look of accusation in her eyes.

"And no, I swear I'll listen out the whole thing, no complaints from me." He grinned.

"And no name calling."

With a sigh of relief, Bella soon became more animated, now in a better mood. She didn't have to explain anything quite yet. She still needed the time to figure out what to say, and how to put it.

"So Jake," She questioned with a sheepish smile. "Still hungry?"

He grimaced as another rumble let loose from his pleading stomach, loudly demanding food.

"You bet."

Bella stood, lightly stretching her limbs and tip toeing out the half creaked door towards the tiny Black family kitchen. It was small, yet quaint, completing the overly homey feel of the household.

Sliding the wooden pantry doors open, she peered inside searching for something edible for breakfast.

Jake, appearing behind her silently contemplated the last time he or Billy had gone grocery shopping. The odd of finding non expired foods inside of the pantry was slim.

"Ah hah," She exclaimed, triumphantly holding out two boxes of corn muffin mix.

"Congratulations Jacob, you are getting eggs and muffins to eat."

He grinned.

"Well," He exclaimed.

"Call me the luckiest man alive."

She grinned back, eyes twinkling with energy she hadn't realized she had left in her.

"Then it shall be done," She teased, using an ominous voice of finality. And just like that, all of her troubles seemed to float away, if only for a moment.

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He had waited, waited all night on that couch in silence, not moving from the spot where he sat. He constantly hoped she would come. His mind led him into those derive, stupid fantasies, so passionate they seemed to be true.

But they weren't. She never came back last night. It was something he knew that would happen, had known, but couldn't help wanting for the opposite to happen anyway. Alice's visions were somewhat final. Bella's decisions on things only solidified that fact. Her stubbornness was something that annoyed Edward Anthony Masen Cullen to no end.

But, amazingly so, he couldn't help finding himself wishing to see that same annoying stubbornness, the pout on her lips, soft and equally as gentle. Her eyes, a brilliant brown covered with silent pleads. Her posture, hands crossing her chest and her face staring down at the ground.

Isabella Swan had no idea how truly gorgeous and vexing she was. She could easily tempt any man with half a right mind, her talent almost rivaling his. Edward sighed, a bitter smile crossing over his face.

She never held herself that way, trying to be seductive. It just came natural to her it seemed, and Edward was the only one of the pair to see this. Jasper and Emmett couldn't grasp the full idea on how much he loved Bella, and not thirst for her blood.

She could cut herself horribly and ooze blood from every pore on her body. He would be able to stand in the same room as her, not more than a mere few inches away, and not be tempted.

No, Edward would be far too concerned with fixing her up, allowing her to continue breathing, to continue living…He didn't want her to never be able to blush again. To never hear her heart beat. He wouldn't be able to bear it. If Bella were dead…He would no longer have a use to be on this Earth, let alone exist.

Bella hadn't returned, and the sun rose to meet the blue sky in a new day. Edward wished he were human so he could cry. He missed his Isabella Swan dearly, and couldn't do anything physically to prove it. For once in his life, he realized that there was something he could not do, could not even dream of ever being able to do.

Edward couldn't be human.

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When Embry's loud voice resonated inside of the house from the front door, Jacob looked up from his plate of scrambled eggs and empty muffin wrappers. He had eaten the whole tin of muffins (Save one for Bella, he could at least offer her that), and devoured the entire carton of eggs.

"Come on in Embry," He yelled with a groan. He really hadn't even needed to have asked, Embry already coming in from the open door. His eyes widened when doing a double take on who Jacob's guest was.

"Bella?" He exclaimed in slight surprise, his eyes filled with shock. A smile soon rose to his features. "It's been a while."

She politely nodded her head.

"Hey Embry," She greeted warmly. Noticing it was only him, she wondered where his friend was. "So, is Qu-"

Before she could even mutter out his name, Quil's somewhat stocky frame came barreling through the tiny door way.

"Hey, hey!" Jacob complained angrily. "Watch the door Quil, God!"

Quil, now more than ever the poster child of those blissfully ignorant, rolled his eyes. "Christ Jacob," He complained. "No harm, no foul."

His eyes quickly spotted Bella.

"Bella!" He grinned, his smirk full of confidence.

She smiled again at the second werewolf who had come through the door. Jacob muttered obscene words about people not knowing whose land belongs to who, and some colorful language that made Bella's toes curl. This must have been one the big changes Charlie had described to her. Oh well, it wasn't like she didn't have her flaws either.

"Hey," She called out to him.

Jacob sighed in annoyance.

"What do you want? Billy isn't quite awake, so don't go stomping around the house like animals."

Both Quil and Embry shared a look.

"Well, the other guys were getting together later on at lunchtime to play some basketball. Emily's coming, so Bella feel free to join us. What do you say?" Quil was grinning smugly from head to toe.

Jacob looked over at Bella. She contemplated this for a minute.

"I'd have to go home to get changed," She told him with a shrug. Jacob nodded.

"Sure, we're in then."

"Great." Embry knocked Quil's hand away from the remaining traces of scrambled eggs left from Jacob's breakfast.

"Hey Embry, what's your problem!?" He called out loudly.

Jacob gave a hard stare over towards him, before looking up at the clock on the wall. It read nine o clock.

"Bells, you can go to Charlie's now if you want. I'll swing by to pick you up later."

Bella easily agreed with Jacob's suggestion.

"Sounds great to me," She exclaimed enthusiastically. Silently praying that Edward wasn't going to be waiting for her in her room at home, she quickly slipped out the front door, getting into her truck and revving up the engine.

Once returning home, Bella realized that the rain had stopped. It was going to be a very sunny day. Lately all of her sunny days she had spent with…Edward.

She visibly cringed at thinking her lover's name. They were having a fight, she told herself. You can't go back like a coward. But she wished she could so terribly, it ached to away from him even for this long. Jacob had helped to take away the pain, with no questions asked, but now it was beginning to come back without his presence. The rift was beginning to form once again as it ripped out the stitches from the previous hole.

"Dad, I'm home." So used to it by now, she didn't slip up on calling her dad Charlie anymore. Only around Edward and Jacob did she ever call her father that.

"Bella," He called out her name, obviously distracted by the baseball game aired on the television in the living room.

She quickly rushed up to her room, dumping her duffel bag onto the floor before pacing into the bathroom, and stripping off her night clothes. Setting the water to a nice warm temperature, she waited patiently for the water to heat up as she grabbed a towel out of the cabinets.

Once she felt like she was decent enough to go out in public, Bella stepped out of the bathroom clothed in a flannel shirt and a worn pair of blue jeans.

It had finally hit her that Edward wasn't there in her bedroom, waiting for her to come home. Well, if they were having a fight (and they were, she told herself again as a solid reminder) then obviously they wouldn't want to spend time with each other. The pain of this reality stung her not concerning how obvious the matter was. She had known this. But it still hurt.

Bella slipped an arm around herself, attempting to keep herself in one piece. So far, it seemed to be working. She remembered that Jacob had wanted her to call him when she was done, but she didn't feel like leaving just yet. Using her fingers to comb through her wet hair, her other hand reached down towards the floor to grab her CD player as she plopped herself down on the bed.

Her bedroom gave her slight comfort at having some time for herself. As long as she didn't think of Edward or anything really, she could be able to live in the moment without any feel of pain. This was the free time that she needed.

Plugging headphones into her ears, Bella let the wailing of electric guitars course through her veins, giving her the adrenaline she needed. With a sigh, she laid her wet head of hair down onto her pillow, willing herself to take a small nap…..

"Bella?"

Groggily, she could have sworn she had heard Edward. Her silent lips went to form his name, but stayed still.

"Bells?"

That's when everything hit her. Edward didn't call her Bells. It was Jacob. Slowly, Bella lifted her head off of the pillow, her hair in slight disarray.

"You awake yet sleepy?" He teased with humor deep in his warm brown eyes.

"Oh no," She exclaimed in a panic. "I fell asleep!"

Jacob shushed her soothingly, rubbing her shoulders with both of his hands to clam her.

"It's okay Bells. I figured when you didn't call that you had gotten busy or something. Don't worry, we haven't missed a thing."

He laughed lightly as he saw Bella breath in, relieved.

"So, you ready to go?"

She nodded her head quickly, tying up her messy curls into a tight ponytail. Slipping on her boots, a smile formed onto her lips.

"Yep. Let's go play basketball. Or rather: I'll watch, you play."

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The woman's eyes turned a dark black in frustration. Loud rips tore from the air as clothes were shredded by very non-human claws.

"Jasper," She screeched. "Make Edward go and apologize already. I can't take it!"

With another cry, she yanked apart her favorite Valentino little black dress. The expensive material shredded quickly to ribbons easily through her long fingernails.

Jasper merely stood, not ready to anticipate the after affects of when her little fit she was having would be over. Rubbing his eyes tiredly with one hand, he attempted to let calm, soothing emotions run through her. It somewhat worked, Alice having calmed down but still spouting coarse words.

He chuckled. It was amazing at the horrible language that came out of his pretty little wife's mouth.

"Alice," He told her with a smile. The look in her eyes said she didn't want him smiling. He knew he had to be careful on how he handled it, because otherwise, he was finished. For good.

"Yes my love?" There seemed to be no edge in her voice, but her shining eyes said differently.

"Please….Be patient. That's all I shall ever ask of you."

As Alice watched Jasper speak the words, she realized that she was acting a bit silly. Some shame crept its way up into her expression.

"Yes, yes you're right." She told him, saying aloud her thoughts in a slow lethargic manner.

Jasper then allowed a smile to work its way onto his face. Surely it couldn't compare with Edwards, but his small smile still dazzled Alice even to this day.

"It's about time that happened."

And then, they both shared a laugh.

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The sun shone bright and intense over the La Push participants playing a long agonizing game of basketball. Bella and Emily, the smarter of the bunch, hung out beneath the cool branches of a wilting tree. The shade was cool and relaxing.

They laughed, gossiping like any other normal females, chatting it up while sipping on Emily's homemade lemonade. As Emily was pouring her her fifth glass, Bella noticed a slight sparkle coming from her right ring finger. Just like the name of the finger implied, there lay a small gold band with a tiny glittering diamond on it.

Emily blushed modestly.

"When is the wedding?" Bella inquired politely.

"Actually, there isn't a set date. We…..Well, I don't really mind admitting this to you Bella, but…..we are short on finances to cover the wedding. My house alone costs enough, and with Sam and I both being unemployed….well you can see how money comes up very short."

Poor Emily's smile was tired and sad.

Bella bit her lip, a typical habit of hers.

"I'm so sorry," She called out sincerely.

An idea struck her.

"What would you say….about a generous charity offer?"

Emily immediately refused, shaking her head quickly.

"Oh no Bella," She cried.

"I couldn't possibly take your money."

Bella gave a slight smile.

"Not from me, but from a girlfriend of mine…..Sam might have a problem with her though."

Emily frowned, trying to picture Bella's apparently rich friend who Sam would have a problem with. He didn't have a problem with anyone…..Anyone except vampires.

"Ah." Emily finally murmured, keeping her tone polite.

Bella gave a shaky smile, hoping she would say yes.

"Then, I suppose that if your friend would be willing, that I'm really not in the position to refuse."

Her once shaky smile grew bright at hearing Emily's approval.

"I'm almost sure she'll say yes!"

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After the basketball game, Jacob and Bella wished their friend's goodbye, Emily the most enthusiastic of the bunch.

The pair sat together on a bench in the town's park, looking up at the night sky. Bella had gone to the local convenience store and had bought them both ice cream. Jacob got a savory chocolate, her sticking with the more simple vanilla.

As they stared up dreamily at the sky in a relaxed daze, Jacob carefully slid an arm around Bella's shoulders, pulling her to his side. Normally she would think he was trying to make a move on her, but this time she felt like he would be grilling her on the topic she had left unanswered.

Bella didn't have a clue as to what she could, or would say. It was a natural instinct it seemed, to come running to him when she felt herself hurt. Every time that Edward had hurt her, she had gone to Jacob. This was the second time now, and she knew that it was her fault. She felt the sting of guilt that clung to her form, reminding her that she could never give Jacob what he really wanted, nothing more than friendship could given.

She didn't want to linger on how she hurting Jacob this very moment just by sitting here.

"You know, as beautiful as this little moment is, I really do feel inclined to stop it."

Shock made the air fall suddenly still, as Bella realized it wasn't Jacob who had spoken.

Looking up in wonder, she found the soulful eyes of Edward gazing down hard onto the pairs embrace. Absently, her ice cream slid off the cone.

"Edward," She whispered out. Her heart skipped a beat.

Jacob growled warningly at her side.

"What do you want bloodsucker?" His tone dripped with acid.

Edward's eyes turned pitch black.

"It has nothing to do with you, dog," He hissed back in return, voice soft but still the danger was clear.

He made a move to step even closer to Bella.

"Don't you touch her!" Jacob howled in anger, pushing Bella a couple feet behind him, his form quivering as he stood.

"Jake, its okay," She attempted to sooth him.

His eyes turned bitter.

"No Bella, it's really not okay. Did I not find you at my front door in tears? Do not tell me that he wasn't the cause for your pain."

At his words, Edward's posture stiffened in offense, but still could hiss out, "It's absolutely none of your business! How many times must I repeat-"

Jacob snarled, his entire form rattling.

"You don't have to repeat anything at all, yet alone be here! Do if not Bella then me a favor by getting the hell out of here!"

Bella's eyes grew wide with fright.

"Oh no Jake," She called out anxiously.

"Really, Edward's okay. He hasn't touched a hair on my head. He loves me……"

Hearing this, Edward gave a shaky smile.

"Yes, yes I do," He murmured in response.

"Very much so."

Jacob's eyes went black as he rounded onto Bella in fury.

"Don't tell me you believe this Bella! I know you're smarter than this!"

Edward's face grew suddenly still.

"Are you insinuating she's stupid then, mongrel?"

"Guys," Bella complained.

Her eyes glanced over at Edward, who gave her a loving smile. Jacob was still stiff, form near quivering in his silent rage. His eyes grew at a bit softer when she turned to him, but as she faced him, he saw her look, and grew even more furious.

"Go ahead, go to him. I don't care." His eyes were cold, lost of all emotion. With deep regret Bella realized she had now lost her Jacob and was replaced with Sams.

It worried her that her Jacob might never come back.

"I have to," She whispered softly, but Jacob swiftly ran away, his shirt falling to the ground as he neared the woods.

Bella tried to hold it in, she really did. But it was useless. Her hands clenched at her sides forming fists, her eyebrows narrowing as tears built up at the corners of her eyes.

"Why does everyone always leave me?!" She cried out to the sky. She wouldn't face Edward.

Edward stayed still, afraid to speak and upset her further. After he let her pound her fists on the ground, scream out profanities, and sob, he finally was able to form a sentence.

"Bella," He whispered, his voice cool and soft.

Holding out his arms, it was only a matter of seconds before Bella crashed into them. He let her sob as the moon rose up full into the sky above the shadow of trees and listened to the wind.

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