Disclaimer: I do not own any of the amazing characters that are from Twilight or New Moon, although I wish I owned Edward :P, but those characters that you don't recognize from Stephenie Meyer's books I do own.

You must have read Twilight and up to chapter 3 in New Moon.

2. Intentions

Bella's pov

"Legend claims that we descended from wolves"

My hands gripped at the steering wheel and my foot floored the gas pedal as I tried to push the speed past sixty, but failed. My headlights dimly lit the ghostly road ahead of me. Jacob's words repeated in my head, if he is a Quileute, who are descendants from wolves, would that make him a werewolf? I shook my head quickly. It's not possible. Jacob cannot be a monster. But why would he start believing that Edward was a vampire when he thought that was just a silly story before?

I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine quickly. I shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind me as my feet began to sink into the mud. My feet sloshed clumsily up to the porch and I opened the front door. When I walked in I saw Charlie sitting at the table with the phone in his hand.

"Jacob has called three times wondering if you were okay, maybe you shou--"

"No, I'm not going to call him, I don't even want to talk to him. He can jump off a cliff for all I care" I fumed. I placed my hand against the frame as I kicked off my shoes. My arms crossed against my chest. How did he get back to La Push so fast? Port Angeles is an hour drive from here and he walked, or ran. My truck may be slow, but not that slow.

"Well what did he do?" Charlie asked. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and tramped over to the stairs.

"He just said something he shouldn't have." As I tried to storm upstairs, I tripped over my own foot and the carpet met my face. I lifted myself up and continued my trek to my room.

When I made it there, I slammed the door shut. I dropped the water bottle as my bag slipped off of my shoulder. My fingers pulled at the zipper of my trashbag-like raincoat. I huffed when I decided I was fed up with it and just peeled it over my head, then throwing it in the corner. I grabbed my water bottle and took a big gulp and then turned on my ancient computer, which I haven't done in a while. As I sat in the stiff chair, a cold gust of wind blew against me. I walked over to my bed and shoved a sweatshirt on. As I turned back to go to the computer, I saw something move outside in the corner of my eye. I went back to the window so fast that I hit my forehead bottom of the window. I held my breath as my eyes frantically searched the darkness, but I couldn't see the pale face I'd been missing. I sighed and turned away from the window again, but I heard the sound of leaves rustling and branches breaking. I spun to look out the window.

"Who's there?" I called out quietly. The shadowed figure leaned out from the tree and the moon lit half of his face. But that was the only thing needed for me to know it was Jacob. "Go away!" I hissed.

"Bella, I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't want it to come out so rudely. I just haven't been myself lately. So I just wanted you to know that I was so--"

"I don't care about your meaningless apology," I leaned further out the window, "I need answers."

"That can wait for another day" he said firmly. I shook my head, I wasn't going to settle for a later time, I needed to know now.

"No, I need the truth Jacob, whether you like it or not." He began to climb down from the tree. If he was going to runaway, then I was going to chase after him. I exhaled deeply as I could feel my heart starting to beat faster. I lifted my feet out onto the roof. I saw Jacob's moon glistened eyes stare at me.

"Bella, don't!" he shouted. As I started to move to sit on the roof, I foot slid from under me. I slammed the back of my head on the edge of the sill as I started to fall towards the ground. Time seemed to pass slowly, like I was supposed to experience a painful ending as I was crushed to the ground below. My arms flailed around trying to grasp onto a shingle, but my little fingers didn't hold anything. I could hear the leaves and branches again in a distance. Has Jacob left me to fall off the roof?

Just as I could feel my feet hang over the edge, a sudden warmth smothered me. I just realized that my eyes were clenched shut, and I opened them slowly. I saw Jacob above me, but it almost didn't look like him at all. His eyes were completely black and his jaw was clenched at he glared down at me. I could feel his fingers pinning my arms down and my skin felt like it was burning through my shirt. I opened my mouth, waiting for a sound to come out, but it didn't. I gazed into his eyes as the white returned and they became the dark brown I'd been used to.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"How did you do that?" I spurted. He rolled his eyes.

"I just jumped Bella" he answered. I scoffed at his excuse.

"That tree is at least 15 feet away from here! Now tell me the truth Jacob" I demanded. I felt him lift me into his arms and before I knew it, I was standing in my room. He still stood on the room out side of my window and we glared at each other in silence until he head darted to look over his shoulder.

"The truth can wait, I have to go," he said. As I was about to argue he cut me off, "I'll be back tomorrow morning to see you. But you have to promise me two things before I go." I sighed and nodded reluctantly. "You have to close and lock this window tonight, right after I leave, and you don't go falling off any more roofs, I can't be worrying about you all night." I hesitated in my answer. If I closed my window, then there is a possibility that Edward won't be here in the morning. But what if something dangerous was out there? Something much stronger than me, or Jacob, or even Edward. I nodded quickly, almost feeling regret afterwards.

I barely noticed that he scurried off of my roof. I stood, frozen, in front of the open window as fresh tears began to surface. My fingers twitched as the touched the wooden frame. As I pushed down with my weight, I saw flames in the distance and a paleness glinting beneath it. Victoria. I shoved the window down and fumbled with the lock, but finally clasped it. My eyes focused on the spot where she was, and I could imagine her amused face, her dark smile arriving, and then she dashed away. I shut the curtains and slowly sunk over to my computer. There was a mail icon in the corner and I clicked it. I had two new emails, which were both from Renee. I read the most recent one from 4:30 today.

Bella,
Are you alright Sweetie? I'm worried about you, please send me an email back, or I'm calling the house.
Love Mom

I pressed reply and started typing.

Mom,
I'm fine, there's no need to call. Sorry I haven't been on the computer for a while, I just haven't been myself for the past few months. How's Jacksonville? I'll talk to you later. Miss you
Love Bella

I hit send and then opened my slower than death internet. I took another gulp of water and stared at the white screen. I replayed the rescue in my mind, trying to find logical reasons to how he was able to save me. As much as I racked my brain, I couldn't think of anything. Only the illogical surfaced. Jacob could be a werewolf. I sat up in my seat when the browser got a partial picture of my homepage on it. I typed in my favorite search engine. My fingers laid on the keys and I sighed. This seems so familiar. This is how I found out Edward was a vampire. Did I really want to know if there were yet more creatures that actually exist? Or did I want to be an ignorant human like everyone else? I sighed.

"Since when have I been like anyone else?" I asked myself. My fingers pressed in 'How to recognize a werewolf'. When I pressed search, thousands of sites popped up in a list, but the first link looked promising.

I clicked the link and there was a list of signs of how to tell. My eyes scanned over the words for physical signs: excessively hairy bodies, an unusually long third finger on each hand, protruding teeth, increased warmth. I scrolled down to behavioral signs: insomnia, unprovoked anger, feeling a need to protect, and increasing aggression. I scrolled down to more signs, where I found an answer for the rescue: increased ability of jumping and running. But some things didn't fit. One sign was 'an unnatural dread of all water' and living in Washington certainly means rain. I yawned and then clicked the close button. I realized that nearly killing myself made me really tired. I turned the computer off and made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I noticed Charlie's door was shut, meaning he's gone to bed for the night. I quickly got ready for bed. When I changed into my oversized t-shirt and pajama pants, I threw my clothes in the hamper and went back to my bedroom. I sunk into my bed and stared at my ceiling. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight because the window was shut. The sound of the breeze blowing in wasn't there like it was every other night. And there wasn't the faint hope I held every night in my mind that Edward would appear in the night.

I sighed as I shut my eyes and tried to block out everything, but I couldn't. His face was always there when I shut my eyes. His beautiful, flawless face and my favorite crooked smile. I could feel the cold on my fingertips as I saw myself touching his skin. And I could feel his hard lips on mine as we shared a kiss. This dream made me feel like I was living the whole experience again, which meant it would be harder to choke back the sobs in the morning. And I was right. When I woke in the morning, I wasn't greeted by his melodic voice or his dazzling eyes. I pushed myself into the corner and cradled my legs. I felt the tears cascade down my cheeks and fall to my arms.

"Edward," I sobbed, "why did you leave me?" I asked this question every day. If he loved me like he said he did before, than how could he leave? If my scent was as addicting as a drug, then how could he have run away from me? He was strong though, and stubborn. I heard the faint sound of a knock coming from the front door. I crawled from the corner to peek out the window and noticed Charlie's cruiser was gone and there wasn't any other car in the driveway. I wiped the tears away with the sleeve of my shirt and made my way downstairs. When I got to the kitchen, I stumbled over to the door and opened it. I was greeted by a more cheerful Jacob. But when his eyes fell upon my puffy, red ones, he became more serious.

"Bella, are you alright?" he asked. I opened the door further so he could come in.

"No better than usual" I mumbled. He shut the door behind him and came up beside me when I reached for the cereal box. He reached out his hand and grabbed it for me.

"I'll get you your breakfast while you can go get dressed, alright?" he offered. I looked down as his hand on the box and noticed that third finger was as long as his middle finger. I made a mental checkmark next to that sign and nodded. I made my way upstairs and went into my bedroom. I just slipped on my red sweater and a pair of jeans, then pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I went into the bathroom and looked at my reflection. My nose was red and so were my eyes. I sighed as I realized how deranged I look, maybe that's why he left, and he saw that he could have better than me. I splashed my face with water and dried it. I went back to the kitchen and saw Jacob sitting at the table with my breakfast ready like he said. I sat across from him and started to eat.

"So I thought we could go hang out at the beach today, the weather isn't going to be too rainy this afternoon" he said. I nodded and I continued to stuff my face. "And maybe tomorrow we can hang at my house, if you want." I put my spoon down in my bowl and I looked up into his eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. His eyebrows came together in confusion.

"Doing what?"

"Trying to be with me everyday? I mean, I'm fine if you don't want to be with a mope like me for 24 hours an--"

"Bella, I told you already. My intentions are to be with you so you don't end up getting hurt, or worse. I couldn't imagine how I would feel if I let you unprotected." His voice was smooth as he tried to convince me to his reason. Another mental check next to the feel for giving protection. In response to him, I said nothing, I just shoved my mouth with more cheerios.