Connections
Chapter Five Part Two
By: A-Dreamer-Needs-A-Hero
Authors Note: My deepest apologies for taking so long for this short addition to come out. It seems my computer likes to annoy me and make me lose all of my work. I believe that the first version of this was the better written one, but I still think the main ideas were expressed. Hopefully you'll see the way I portray Jacob in this story with this newest addition to Connections. Please let me know your opinion on this chapter and if you enjoyed Jacob's point of view on things. Your reviews help me improve my writing and want to continue to write more fan fiction. I hope all my fans have returned to read this. Let me know if anything should be clairified.
(Again, this is in Jacobs first point of view.)
Unconsciousness is like being stuck in a void. There's only nothingness to surround you. No sound. No color. No life. No sense of time. You're left with only your thoughts to plague your mind. Mine is kinda blank. I don't know why I'm here, or what had happened before all of this. Idly, I toy with the idea that I'm dead. If I could smile, there would be a grim one on my severe features. Sure, one of the blood suckers would have had to have killed me, but that's okay. Here I won't have to hurt. To suffer. In theory I mean.
So where am I? In heaven? Hell? Purgatory? The land of the silver ponies? I don't have the slightest clue. Wherever I am, this world won't be nearly as great as Earth. There I had my sunshine. My father. My friends. And her.
Just thinking of her sends my heart racing. I think I can start to see some color in this bland world. My eyes are half lidded, the dark orbs nearly useless as all I can see is some color, but no form. It's like there are blobs of color all around me. If people are in the room, I don't have a clue.
Crap. I don't think I'm in heaven. If I was, I wouldn't be feeling this searing line of pain across my body. I have no sense of where my body is. It could be my arm, maybe my stomach. Hell, possibly even my head.
I gain my sense of smell back slowly as my sight continues to return to me.
Ugh, but it surely isn't pleasant. My nose I'm guessing is what's burning. Some sickly, overly perfumed scent is filling my nostrils, and I'm not pleased to waking up from my void world. I want to go back to being in nothingness and solitude. There I didn't have to hurt, to think. And I definitely didn't have to smell.
My ears seem to be catching up too. They take in the sound of some small, muffled noise. It was quiet, almost like uneven breathing. My brain, though still fuzzy, was able to connect the sound with one that someone made when they were crying. Then my eyes are gazing around this rather….white room I'm confined in, and my skin rubs against the sheets covering my form. There was also a steady beeping in the background noise, I was able to recognize that it was a heart meter to measure how many beats my heart was producing a minute.
I snort; at least I think I wasn't only making the noise in my head. It seems like I'm stuck in a hospital, something that people who run one hundred and fifteen as a normal temperature avoid like the plague. The only reason I must be here is because of…..Her.
Bella, my mind urges me to think of. The animal in me merely snarls at my human voice, trying to urge me to lose any sense of human emotions. But I can't forget Bella, it just won't happen. Anyways, it could have only been her, since any of those retched bloodsuckers would have left me on the ground to die. When I hear the sniffling come into my ears more pronounced, I realized that it must have been her no more than a foot away from my body.
"B-Bells," I get out. Wow, that sounded like a wimp who was near dying. No wonder she picked that leech over me. After all, he'd never been this weak. And he was perfect, never aging and never shifting from an attractive form. He didn't phase into a ghastly oversized beast that could rip something into pieces. Oh no, he could do that while looking completely fucking perfect.
My fists clench at my side as I try to keep myself from phasing. The change was held in check far more easily than it normally was; I guess cuz of my injuries. I have must have gotten the crap beaten out of me.
It seems that my croak made Bella gasp. When I looked over to see her, I was able to notice that she was sitting on one of the wooden visiting chairs, and her jean clad knees were brushing the edge of the bed I was lying in.
"Oh thank god you're awake. I mean, Carlisle told me that you were still alive and everything, that you were only resting to regain your strength, but still, I was so afraid that you wouldn't wake-" She paused, sucking in a breath. Her voice buzzed loudly into my ears, and I groaned at the pain. My head was throbbing, and my hands were too aching and tired to move up to rub the area of pain on the back of my head.
I couldn't help but get a little lost in the dark brown depths of her chocolate colored eyes. They looked sad and relieved at the same time. Humph, I was so in love with this woman I couldn't even be that manly anymore. She was turning me to mush, probably not even realizing what she was doing.
My eyes caught sight of the light colored jacket that covered her shoulders. It was a little too big for her, especially in the sleeves. The material looked like it was made of expensive leather. I couldn't help it when my eyes narrowed in distaste as I recognized where the burning sweet scent was coming from, but I composed myself as best as I could. She didn't appear to have noticed, and her slightly red rimmed eyes locked onto mine. A shaky smile was given to me.
"I'm so glad you're okay," She whispered out, and her eyes got all watery again. Great, I bring her to tears. This was really doing a number on my ego.
"Hey," I muttered, and my voice was gruff as I shifted my body to sit up. It was hard to do, trying to block out the pain as my stiff joints moved to accommodate my body's new position. "I'm fine, just a little ragged. Come on, do I look that bad?"
She was wary of my movement, half rising from her chair and hovering near me in case I fell or hurt myself. It was nice to see that she cared enough, but yeesh, I felt like a little girl. As if I needed to be taken care of. Ugh, my ego was getting stomped on in just my first few minutes of consciousness.
"Be careful," Bella warned, and I rolled my eyes. That caused her to glare at me, and I grinned, glad to see that she was returning back to her normal self. Good, it was about time that she stopped worrying about me. I wasn't her concern, and she needed to realize that.
"Come on Jake, I mean it!"
I merely laughed, and she stomped her foot in her annoyance. My mind couldn't help but bring me back to a time, one that wasn't necessarily as easy as it used to be, but it was happier than it was now.
"Did you seriously just stomp your foot? I thought girls only did that on T.V."
God, do I ever miss those times. And then, a little while before then, when it was just me and her, two oddly brought together friends going through a crappy period of time but they were happy. They knew they couldn't ever be the same as they were when there life was dubbed 'normal', but it was okay, because they had each other. We both knew that we couldn't ever be the same as how it used to be, and our lives would never be 'normal' again, but it was okay. We were okay.
"No need to get mad," I complained, holding my hands to cover my ears. It caused me to slip an inch or two in my position, which made her gasp and clutch onto my arm. That just caused me to grunt in pain.
"Ack," She exclaimed with flushed cheeks, afraid that she had harmed me. I mean, she'd made my wounds hurt, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Then she'd be all 'Oh my gosh Jake, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have touched you. I should go!'
And then I'd have to say, 'I can't let you leave Bells.'
She'd go, 'But I hurt you.'
I'd sigh, and then take her into my arms. It would make my arms stings and muscles go taut with strain, but I'd ignore the pain. I would ignore the sickening scent of sweetness as I would bury my head into her thick locks of hair. She'd gasp, and try to pull away. I wouldn't let her.
Finally, I'd tilt her head up to face mine and kiss her. Again. And again. And again. I'd continue to kiss her until she'd respond, which she would. She always does.
And then I'd make her feel guilty. Let her know how alone she left me. How afraid I was to see her die. To never be able to talk to her again. Then she'd come with me, anywhere that I wanted us to go. It wouldn't take much persuasion. She'd listen to me.
We'd spend the rest of our days together, peaceful and happy. I could already see the dark wood of our little cottage that we'd have. The two beautiful dark skinned little girls that would play around the lush front yard, laughing and kicking and playing in the snow as it fell in thick clumps from the sky. And the small rosy cheeked baby boy that she'd cradle in her arms, soothing him until he stopped his cries by rocking him in her arms. And when he would open his eyes, I'd see her in them. Oh, I could see it all.
"S'fine," I muttered with a sigh, easily able to fake being okay.
Stubbornly, I pushed away any thoughts of myself and Bella being together. Cuz I was gonna try this friend thing. If I couldn't be her lover, I'd be her friend. I knew that I couldn't let her go, so this was the best I could do.
The girl sent me a rather vicious glare, thinking I was lying, and though she was right, again, the truth wasn't gonna be known.
I held in a small bout of laughter. The brunette was so adorable when she got all mad.
"Seriously Bells, I'm all good. Has the leech doc checked in on me? How long am I gonna be in here?"
She bit her lip, shaking her head sadly.
"You've been conked out for a while Jake. Carlisle couldn't determine how long you'd have to stay, since we weren't sure if you'd wake up."
I could tell she was going to start into the over dramatics, and I raised a hand to efficiently stop her actions.
"Okay okay, sure sure. I get it. Well, I suppose let the leech know I'm up now. I've gotten enough rest for twenty men."
She sighed, but did as I asked her to. It wasn't like I wanted to smell that weird doctor; he smelled way fruitier than a man should, but she'd feel better if he checked me out.
When the shimmering doctor waltzed into the room without the air even ruffling his pristine wrinkle free clothing, I scowled. It was a knee jerk reaction, and spotting Bells behind his form, I tried to force it out of my face.
Two weeks later, and I'm able to get out of the hospital. My injuries should have actually taken a good year or so to heal, but the werewolf gene in me allowed for the ultra fast healing.
I shouldn't have asked what had happened to me. I had tried to pressure Bella into answering, but her leech had to answer for her when she got too choked up to answer. That just plain pissed me off. He always acted so possessive with her, especially when I was right there.
"Some nomad vampires decided to stop in when they smelt us," He explained, and the ringing bell sound his voice chimed made my ears buzz.
"Then you stepped in to attack them, thinking that they meant harm on the humans near where we had gone feeding before."
"Did one of them hurt me," I interrupted, my voice holding a complaint. That would really have sucked. I would have rather be hit by….Edward than some unknown leech.
The bronze haired vampire's eyes grew bright, and I could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter. His lips seemed to be glued shut in a straight line across his face, and I frowned in anticipation of his answer.
"Actually, you were injured by Rosalie. She had to intervene since she was the closest. You fought back, I know that you've never cared for her, and to be honest, most of us get annoyed with her too-"
I cut him off again, letting out a groan as my head slumped weakly onto the pillow. My bandages scratched the bed I was lying on top of.
Rosalie beat me up. Well shit, I knew what kind of reception I'd be going home to.
Edward: infinity. Me: zip.
You're being Bella's friend now, I reminded myself, strongly emphasizing the word friend. There doesn't need to be a scoreboard for you and the leech.
It was hard to break old habits, I told myself stubbornly. I'd eventually get over the feeling of having to compete with the blood sucker sooner or later.
I looked over to Bella, and she glanced back at me with an apologetic stare. That girl was always feeling guilty for something she had no power over. It wasn't like she could hold that…….blond….Rosalie woman back if she wanted to. I'm sure the blond (I don't know why I can't call her anything else) wanted to get a few good hits in on me anyway, and why hold yourself back when you have the chance? If it had been Edward, I would have gone for the kill too.
And from the looks of my injuries, she must have really been trying to off me rather than just knocking some sense into me.
It's a good thing that the leech stayed quiet. I really wanted to knock him one.
