Fear
As I walked down the hall to Alice's room the confidence I had just had slowly turned into unease. My heart started to pound and my palms began to sweat at the thought of Jacob choosing Rosalie over me. I had told myself that it would never happen, but seeing Rosalie's determination made me doubt myself.
I tapped on Alice's door and heard a faint "Come in" on the other side. I anxiously opened the door and sat next to Alice on the floor where she was painting her toenails a dark magenta color. My eyes flickered across the room, unable to focus on one thing. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, holding them tight against my chest. I rested my head which had started to throb from trying not to cry against my knees.
"What did Rosalie do this time?" Alice asked calmly, never taking her eyes off her toenails.
I didn't want to tell her. I wanted to pretend that nothing had happened. I wanted to pretend that me and Rosalie had talked about the weather or some movie that had just come out or some celebrity couple that had just broken up. I took a deep breath, my eyes transfixed on the nail polish shining in the light of the lamp.
"She told me…" I was suddenly afraid that if I told Alice it would some how make it come true, would somehow make it reality. I decided to not repeat it. I thought up a lie that would explain why I was acting the way I was. "She just told me that she was glad that I had dumped Edward. She told me I wasn't good enough for him anyway."
"Pssh she's one to talk. Edward never wanted her. She's just jealous." Alice had no idea how accurate her statement actually was. I got up and laid on Alice's fancy shmancy Italian couch. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of Rosalie's threat.
"It's time to get up sleepy head. Wakey wakey eggs and bakey. " Alice opened the curtains with a flourish, her skin sparkling in the sunlight. I winked my eyes, trying to wake myself up. I could hear deep voices downstairs, Jacob's in particular. Before Alice could say another word, I was pulling on a pair of jeans and bolting for the door. I tiptoed down the hall to the stairs and peered down into the living room where the pack and the Cullens were deep in conversation.
"It appears that Victoria's army of newborn vampires is quite larger than any of us anticipated. There are not enough of us, even with our combined forces, to risk fighting them," Carlisle explained, not noticing me eavesdropping from the stairs.
"Well how many of them do you think there are?" Sam asked, his voice filled with concern as he looked around the room.
"After reading the newspapers from this past week, the murders seem to have doubled. I would estimate about forty, twice as much as I had thought when Jasper had first suggested to me that Victoria might be building an army." Carlisle looked at Jasper for confirmation. Jasper nodded his head in agreement. My head began to spin, and my knees began to shake. Forty newborn vampires were coming for me and the people I loved, and I was completely helpless. I didn't care of they knew I was there anymore. I slowly descended the stairs carefully, taking one step at a time so I wouldn't trip from my shaking knees and my blurred vision. As I reached the ground level I felt my knees give way and Jacob's strong, warm, comforting arms catch me before I could fall.
"Woah Bells," he stammered as he picked me up into his arms and took me upstairs. Alice met us at the top of the landing and directed him into her room.
"Lay her on the couch," she instructed as she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Jacob gently set me on the couch and sat next to me. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. I was so sick of Jacob seeing me cry. Things were bad enough without him seeing me break down every time something happened. He pulled away from me and softly pushed my chin up with his hand. He wiped away the tears rolling down my cheeks. I leaned in and kissed him hard, pushing him back against the arm of the couch. He held my face in between his hands and kissed me back, adding to the pressure between our lips. I leaned back on the couch pulling him with me, feeling him settle in between my legs. His body molded perfectly to mine, matching the contours of my waist. I searched for the button of his jeans, still kissing him, releasing all my worries and fears into him. He grabbed my wrist as I reached the belt loop of his jeans.
"Don't" he whispered as he gently kissed me. "Not yet. I don't want it to be like this. Not here." He pulled himself off the couch and offered his hand to me. I grabbed it as he helped me up. I looked down at the ivory carpet, dejected. All I wanted was him, all of him, especially now when all I could think about was Victoria and her growing army. He led me down the stairs where the Cullens and the pack were still deep in discussion.