Title: A Burning, Consuming Fire

Pairing: Jacob/OC

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I hope Stephenie Meyer doesn't pull an "Anne Rice" because I LOVE writing FanFiction about it! I don't own the books, sadly, but if I did, JACOB WOULD HAVE GOTTEN BELLA! Lol

Chapter 3 – Eraser

From the song: Eraser by Nine Inch Nails

"This is our home." Emily said as Sam drove over a hill onto a dirt driveway. It was only about 2 blocks away from Jacob's house. The house was completely surrounded by a forest. Trees and leaves everywhere. It was a nice two story house. It had kind of an island home type thing to it. It was big and brown, with plants everywhere and big windows.

Sam and Emily got out of the car and I followed them onto the porch, where Sam opened a big glass door. They didn't lock their doors?

The room had white floor with different colored rugs in some areas, and it had some type of Indian decorations everywhere. In the middle of the room, there was a white table with 4 chairs. There was an island next to the table, and behind it was a large kitchen. To my right, there were thin white stairs going up to the second story. She looked back at Sam and Emily, their faces hopeful.

I smiled weakly. "I like it."

They both seemed to relax. Emily started towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

"I know I am!" A voice said from the front door.

The three of us looked to see 5 tanned shirtless guys barreling through Emily's house. My eyes widened as they barreled through the house, then suddenly stopping, some bumping into each other when they caught sight of me.

"Well, hell-ooo, new girl." One said.

I gave a half-hearted wave, but didn't say anything.

"Come here often?" Another said sarcastically and the others laughed.

"Alright, alright!" Sam said, stepping in front of the boys. "This is Cassandra. She's going to be staying with Emily and me for a while."

"Ooh, a new pet." One of them grinned.

I blushed.

"Embry, knock it off." Sam commanded.

Emily leaned over the island from the kitchen and called out, "Who wants muffins?"

The room erupted in laughs and cheers.

I took an inconspicuous step backwards, becoming more aware of my throbbing leg. Emily walked out and set a plate of muffins on the table. One of the guys reached for one and Emily slapped his hand. I giggled a little at his expression.

"Ladies, first." Emily scolded, and then smiled up at me. "Muffin?"

"Um…no thanks."

"You sure?"

I nodded, and then my stomach made a sound.

One of the guys laughed. "That's not what your stomach is saying. Here." He threw a muffin at me, and I lamely reached out, completely missing it. Sam caught it before it dropped on the floor and handed it to me with a smile.

"Thanks." I mumbled and took a small bite out of it. Chocolate chip. Yum.

"So," The one named Embry said, turning all of the boys' attention to me. "What kind of things are you into?"

"What?" I asked.

"What kind of movies, music, TV, books…?" Another said.

"Oh." I said, shrugging. "A lot of things, I guess."

Another one spoke up. Jeez, how many of them are there?

"Don't talk much, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know me."

"Sure we do!" Embry said. "You're Cassandra!"

They laughed.

"Well, I don't know you."

"Okay," One of them said, standing up. "I'm Jared."

Another one stood. "I'm Paul."

Then another. "Quil!"

And then the last one, probably the youngest. "I'm Seth."

I nodded, suddenly finding myself thinking of the army. "O…kay, then."

Everyone in the room looked at each other before "Jared" started talking again. I guess there are no such things as "awkward silences" around these people. That's kind of comforting, actually.

"So how's Jacob?" He asked Sam.

"A lot better." Sam answered. "He'll probably be up and around in a few days."

Apparently, these werewolves had super-magical-healing.

Soon enough, the "Dogs/Teens" left, leaving Sam, Emily and I.

"Cassandra?" A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped reflexively. I hate being touched. It was Emily. "Would you like me to show you your room?"

No. "Sure."

She led me up the stairs and past two bedrooms when she opened a door. She flicked on the light, revealing a large bedroom with red curtains that were blowing out the window, red sheets, and a red ceiling light. Apparently they like red.

"I like it." I said.

"I'm glad." Emily smiled, highlighting the three scars on her face. "Oh, here." She handed me a purple nightgown.

"This used to be my sisters."

What happened? Did she get eaten by werewolves? "Thanks."

"You can go to bed whenever you like. Sam and I are watching a movie downstairs.

"Okay. I'm actually kind of tired."

"Okay. Goodnight."

By the way, I think my leg is on fire. "Goodnight." I forced a smile. When she closed the door I threw the nightgown on the bed angrily. I hate this. AND I AM ABOUT TO CUT MY FUCKING LEG OFF!

I took my shirt and jeans off, leaving them on the red rug over the hard wood floor and sat down in my bra and underwear, inspecting my leg. It hurt a lot worse than my arms or neck. They were almost healed, but apparently this cut was deeper.

That's why it needed stitches, duh. I thought to myself.

"Hey," I heard from the window.

I screamed and clutched the nightgown in front of me. It was Jacob.

"No, no, don't scream. No one knows I'm-"

There was a knock on the door. It was Sam.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I thought I saw a bat or something."

Jacob grinned as if there was some joke I was missing out on. Oh, yeah. Vampires. Bats. Hilarity.

"Okay. Tell me if you need anything."

Yeah, right. "Will do."

I waited until I heard his footsteps fade and looked at Jacob.

"What the hell are you doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be bed-ridden or something? Are you aware of how much of a stalker you are?"

"Yeah, but…uh…" He appeared to be blushing.

I smirked. "What? Never seen a girl half-naked before?"

He smirked back. "I'll close my eyes." He dramatically covered his eyes with his hands and I slipped the nightgown over my shoulders.

"Okay, it's safe." I said rolling my eyes.

He uncovered his eyes.

"So?"

"So what?" He asked.

"Why are you here!" I said impatiently.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I rose an eyebrow. "I'm not buying that."

"Okay, my dad sent me over here to ask you if you are lying."

"Lying about what?" I crossed my arms.

"Do you remember anything about yesterday?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "No."

He nodded. God, he was gullible.

"So if that's all…" I motioned to the window.

"You don't like me much, do you?"

Sure I do, I don't care at all about being eaten by you psycho dog-people. "No."

He laughed. "Well, thanks for your honesty, I guess." He walked over to the window.

"Wait," Damn guilt. "It's not that…I just…don't know you."

"Well, why not get to know me?"

Because I don't want you to know me. I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Okay," he said. "I'll meet you at La Push Beach tomorrow at noon." And he left.

I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed.

I stood up suddenly, realizing what I'd sort-of agreed to.

What the hell just happened?

A/N: I'm not really sure about how this story is going to go, I'm just making it up as I go along, so any suggestions or ideas would be greatly appreaciated :) Thanks for reading!