Blue Moon

Disclaimer: This is a spin off fan-fiction story based on the TWILIGHT series written and completely owned by Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of the mentioned characters or their personalities or characteristics. I only write for entertainment purposes, and appreciate Stephanie's beautiful mind which created this amazing story. Thank you, and enjoy. – Ciara

Rain

Written from Jake's perspective, and then Renesmee's.

JACOB:

As ironic as it sounded, I was kind of amped that Edward and I were still on the edges of our seats when it came to dealing with each other. But at the same time, I was equally pissed off at the fact that he was so overly protective of Renesmee. I stared at him with every ounce of daring and fury I could find inside me, our noses almost touching. "I'll take it from here, Pops. No need to get your panties in a bunch." Edward let loose another hiss, but this time Bella seemed to want to join in. For a second, I'd anticipated her trying to kick my ass, but instead, she jumped on Edward.

"Edward! You know as well as I do that there was nothing other than innocence and longing in that hug. They haven't seen each other in five years, hell we couldn't stand to be apart for months! They've waited long enough… we weren't much different, you and I." She gently placed a hand on his chest, and his amber eyes moved from my face down to hers, and it was almost sickening to see the wave of calm come over him. Renesmee gave a huff against the hair in her face, the sudden breeze perking up around us. A storm had been rolling in before their arrival, and it was now obvious it would not be holding off anymore. The first rain drop fell on my shoulder, followed by several others. It would rain at a time like this, just my luck. I gave Nessie a smile, and reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. Then, I gave Edward and Bella both a look. I was planning to speak, but Renesmee jumped right in, cutting me off.

"Mom, Dad… I was thinking… You've taught me how to hunt, and I'm feeling a bit hungry. I was hoping you would let Jacob take me out, and show me all of the good places around here?" Bella let a grin slip over her lips, but Edward looked mostly pained. I left my mind blank so he wouldn't have another reason to jump my case. Finally, Edward gave in. "Okay, fine. The storm will be best for you to hunt, since no one will be out to see you. Just be careful, and please, Jacob, keep her safe." My eyes went to his, and for a second, I found a kind of calm, kindred feeling between us. We both only wanted what was best for Renesmee, and I could see that now. Okay, so props to Edward for not being a total douche-bag. I nodded, making an x shape over my heart. "You've got it, old man."

Edward gave a scoff, and then turned back to his car. Over his shoulder, he called out to me. "You know where we live." He must have beckoned Renesmee with his mind, because I didn't hear the part where he told her to come with the family. All of the Cullen's got back into their cars. Charlie stopped to pat me on the shoulder. "Don't worry Jake. Things will be back to normal… well as normal as they can… in just a little while. Takes a few minutes to settle in." I nodded, and watched as he too got into his car and drove away from the house.

I stood where I was for as long as I could see the tail lights, and then inhaled, the soft pitter patter of the first rain sounding around us. Seth was the first to chime in; Sam decided not to say anything but led his pack away. "Well, I don't agree with Charlie. I don't think things will ever be normal… but I can see what he was trying to say." I ignored Seth's further remarks, tossing him a look of release as I headed back into the house. I would give them an hour to move in, since they never did anything slow, and then I would be back at that stupid glass house to get Renesmee for her first hunt in my forests…

RENESMEE:

I could not believe my father had acted like that. My mother had warned me during the trip while dad was paying for gas that he and Jake did not get along well at all. The initial problem had been them fighting over her, which kind of weirded me out, but then it changed into a problem for me all together, which I didn't fully understand. They didn't need to fight over me, because as far as I was concerned, they could never make me choose. They'd just have to get along for this to work. If not, neither would get my vote, so to speak.

The ride from Jake's house was long, and quite, or so it seemed. Dad was no longer speeding, like he had been the first few minutes of the drive. Now it was just heavy, like there was a bunch of unsaid words that hung in the air. As if I reached up to pick one out of the air, I focused my eyes on my father, and reached for his arm, pressing my hand against his bare skin. He gasped, and my mom reached forward suddenly to take the wheel. I sometimes forgot that my ability had this… dazing effect on people.

In the visions I showed him, I revealed to him my wishes for the future. A house of my own, with Jake, and a family was most of it. But then there was the thudding heart beat in my chest when I thought about Jacob, and what I thought it meant. I could see myself getting married, dressed in white. Out in the rain, hunting with Jacob, the kids ridding him around in wolf form in the yard, it all seemed so wonderful. I didn't even know what Jacob looked like as a wolf, though, so that was imagination. The sudden image of what I pictured our kids to look like flashed into my father's mind, and with a gasp, he shut me out of his head, his face torn.

If I'd known any better, I would have thought he was upset. Instead, he smiled warmly into the mirror and took control of the steering wheel again. "I understand, Renesmee. It's beautiful, and one day you will be there. But there are several things you and Jacob must overcome before you get there." He sighed, ignoring my mother's quizzical glance, and turned onto a gravel road. I didn't have much recollection of the house we used to call home, since I spent so little time there. But I was told that it was… open, and free. Sure enough it was.

The style was more modern than anything, but it had this sort of majestic feeling to it that I couldn't describe. Like I'd also been told, there were many glass windows and doors in the house's structure, making it sort of like an aquarium. The good thing about it was, the nature surrounding the house made it easier on me to be comfortable. The first step into the house gave my senses many things to deal with. The adults went about getting boxes and furniture, moving things into the house. In seconds, the rooms were no longer empty. They had life. My father's book collection moved from his bedroom to what I figured used to be Grandpa Carlisle's doctor's office. I stood in the living room as mom and Aunt Alice moved about, putting up decorations and other things a living room needed. The smell of old books, a lingering smell of rubbing alcohol, a slight wet dog scent, and the must of an old, closed up home were all in the air, but upon Mom lighting up a few vanilla candles, the scents disappeared, taking the mystery of a new place away with them.

"Home sweet home…" I muttered, my voice suddenly dark. I wished the mystery of my childhood home had stayed longer, but at least now I had a place I felt like I belonged. I went up the stairs, finding a long hall of rooms, also branching off into another hall way. I followed it until I found my glittering star I'd decorated hanging on my door. At this sight, I had figured they put my room together. Instead, I found my mother sitting on my bed, thrumming through several of the pictures I'd taken of the family. One such picture of us in the beach, though it was cloudy, seemed to have her attention. "I like this one. I like it a lot." She spoke with such reverie it made me wonder what tugged at her heart. "This was when you first entered what looks like womanhood. You're so beautiful. I can't believe in only five years you became a woman."

She sounded like she was choking back tears, which I knew weren't real because vampires couldn't cry. She smiled, looking up at me solemnly. "Come here." She patted the bed next to her, and I moved slowly, shifting the box on my bed to sit down. "About Jake…" I apparently cut her off with a roll of my eyes, so she laughed. "Hey now! Listen… I know that, right now things are strange and new to you, but I know that you will overcome and figure out what you should be doing. Jake is a great guy, and looking back now, it was probably a mistake leaving him behind, taking you from him. It was not fair, and I wish I could take it back. But listen, Love is a scary thing. Do you remember when I told you he imprinted on you?" I nodded slowly, wondering where she was going with this.

"Imprinting is a thing the wolf pack does when they find their supposed soul mate. Jake thought it was me because your soul was within me, and had not been released yet. When you were born, Jacob kind of reacted much like he did today, falling on his knees and becoming weak. He would die for you without a second thought, kill for you with a snap of your fingers. Know that this is not something to toy with, Renesmee. This is his soul we're talking about. So, go easy into this relationship, because if you rush in without being sure you want him as a mate, you could kill him inside out. Trust me on this one."

I grew somber. I never thought love could be so dangerous. Inhaling slowly, I nodded. "I will be safe, and careful. I promise." She kissed my forehead, and stood up. "I'll be down stairs baby." She was gone in a flash, and it was not until she was gone that I realized they had not put my room together. It was just boxes, a couple of suitcases, several pictures and posters, and my bed, assembled but bare in the corner. I began putting things in their places, finishing only moments before there was a tickling in the back of my brain. "Jake's here." That was all that he said, before silence took my room and brain over again. My heart thudded feverishly, and I dropped my picture frames onto the mattress, and took off down stairs.

JACOB:

I was done waiting. Instead of going in wolf form like I used to do, I fired up Bella's old truck that she'd left here, and headed into Forks. The trip was shorter than I remembered, but probably because my mind was going so fast, thinking about the events of the last few days. Dad would laugh at me and tell me to slow down the thought processes before I fried my brain, if he were here. I grew silent at that, my smile fading, but then it was back just as fast, my eyes finding that gravel road that went up to the Cullen's house. I parked in the drive way, the moving truck the only thing visible. Everything else was probably in the garage they kept.

Bella's squeal reached my ears as I got out of the truck. "Oh my god, you kept it! It looks amazing. New paint job and everything." The faded paint was long gone, replaced by a red and white paint job instead, polished and waxed to perfection by my steady hands. She popped the hood without asking, and once again gasped, her eyes going to my face. I never would get used to the amber eyes in her face, instead of the brown ones. "Oh man, and you changed out the engine! Is it mine?" she asked, her smile wavering. I just scoffed. "Uh, no. Have you seen your shiny Volvo?"

She shrugged, and watched me for a second longer before walking with me to the door. Stepping into the house, I never realized how many memories, mostly bad, that I had here. The only good one was where I'd seen Renesmee for the first time, now that I thought about it. I paused as Edward approached me, a grin on his face. "Welcome to the house, again, Jacob. You uh, you are welcome any time." His voice was light, and playful, as if someone had given him a sugar rush and let him run it off. I'd keep a mental note that Edward was creepy when he was in a good mood.

The sound of feet clambering down the steps got my attention, and I watched Renesmee jump four stairs to the bottom with such grace that you could tell she wasn't human. Even well trained athletes couldn't pull that off. Even Seth couldn't pull that off, but it was Seth, after all. I smiled at her, allowing her to come to my side. I was still unsure of how to handle her. She was only five years old, but she looked nineteen. Not to mention, I'd not seen her since she was a baby. But already it seemed like we were so close. "Hey." I guess that was lame, but she gave me a happy "hey" in return, so I couldn't complain. "I promise I will have her back before sunrise." The thunder outside boomed slightly, and we all paused to listen. "This should be fun." Reaching for her hand, we headed for the back door, the wooden porch offering us some form of launch pad.

This was the part that would be awkward. Letting go of her, I settled her with my hands on her shoulders, her face my focus. "Stay here. I'll be right back." With a leap, I hopped off the porch, and rounded the house. It was there that I stripped, and shifted into wolf form, waiting for a few seconds to go back around the house. What would her reaction be? Would this be bad for us? Would she freak out, or would she like me as much as Bella did when she was still human? I guess I would find out. Walking back around the corner slowly, I gave a light bark, and pranced around for a second, before sitting down. Bella and Edward joined her on the porch, and smiled, mostly Bella, that is.

RENESMEE:

I practically ran down the stairs, jumping the last few to get there faster than normal, even though I moved very quickly anyways. I paused as I found everyone waiting for me. Dad seemed to be getting along with Jake more since the last time they'd had contact with each other. "Hey." I replied when Jake said hey himself. I was so excited; I didn't even pay attention to any of the other conversations. We moved through the back door to the porch as we prepared to go, but then Jake seemed nervous about something. Before I could ask, he was telling me to stay. Strange… He leapt from the porch, and went around the house where I couldn't see him. He returned not as himself, but as a huge, oversized russet colored wolf, tongue hanging out, dancing around in front of me.

I stared down at him in the back yard in shock, amazed by the way he looked. Mom and Dad were suddenly with me, mom looking like she was enjoying this show more than dad. "Jake, you smell like… wet dog. But, wow! I've never seen anything like this!" With my reflexes and speed, I jumped from the porch as well, landing closer to Jake. Placing a hand on his head, I tugged gently at the fur, and laughed. "Oh goodness. Okay, so we're going to hunt like this?" He gave a nod, which seemed odd for a wolf to do, but this was not just any wolf. Looking back at my parents, I laughed. "Okay, we'll be back soon!" I shot off into the woods, but Jake was not far behind me, though he looked like he was only jogging. Damn the human side of me.

Our hunting did not take long, because Jake knew where the good spots were. With our senses together, no animal stood a chance. We settled on a deer, which gave us a good run for our money. But we took it down, and after I'd had my fill, we wandered away from the body. Other animals would finish it for us, but it kind of surprised me that Jake did not like raw meat. I noticed the band around his oversized back leg, which held what I figured had been his clothing before he transformed. "So the movies lie." I began, which caused him to stop just on the edge of a wooded clearing. He looked at me, intent on listening to the rest of my statement. "You don't keep your clothes on when you change… fair enough. Wolf pack get's one point." He gave a wolf like laugh, and then sat down, his tail wagging behind him. "What else should I know about you? You don't eat raw meat, but you have… all of the ability to do so." I poked his tooth that hung over his lip as I inched closer to him. He shook his head, and made a choking noise, which I took as what could be a gagging noise in humans. "Okay… and, I guess that means you think it's gross. Okay. Hey, you know, it's hard to talk to you like this."

I didn't have to tell him twice, it seemed. Finding the biggest tree possible, he went behind it. After a couple of minutes, he re-emerged as the normal Jacob, but without a shirt, which as he walked towards me, he pulled over his shoulders to cover his chest. I couldn't lie, the few seconds I'd had my eyes on him, I liked what I saw. This, warm feeling in the pit of my stomach was new, but it proved that I was definitely attracted to Jacob. I smiled, and sat down on a log. He stood near me, but did not sit down. "Okay, so ask away." It was all of a sudden, as it always seemed when people asked you to ask something, that I was out of questions. I fumbled for ideas, failing. "What… what do you think we are, right now? I mean… where should we start?" He slowly tensed at that, figuring out what I was referring to. "Uhm… well, you know I imprinted on you. But I'm intent on waiting for you Nessie." I nodded, but a frown tugged my lips down. "Come here."

He was slow to respond to my command, but moved to sit next to me on the log. He sat astride it, like you would ride a horse. I turned towards him as well, sitting the same way. Placing my hand on his forearm, I flashed into him my wish, since I was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He paused when I released him, slowly meeting my gaze. "Well one, it's been a long time since you did that me… and two, wow." His breath cut short as he scanned my face with those gorgeous chocolate eyes of his. "I don't know… if this is love, Jacob. But I know I want to try, and to be with you." He nodded, his hands slowly reaching for mine. But I suddenly wanted more contact.

Scooting forward very quickly, I pressed my hands into his chest, my lips meeting his. He tasted musky, like a smoky fire, mixed with cinnamon. He smelled that way too, it seemed. His lips were reluctant to my hungry ones, so I scooted closer. His hands found my thighs on accident, and he moved them to my waist immediately, suddenly worried about it being too suggestive. Finally, his lips fell victim to mine, and he relaxed in my arms, only to tense up again. I felt a fire boiling in my stomach, tempting me to begin removing random items of clothing, my temperature sky rocketing against his already steaming hot body. When he instinctively pulled me into his lap, his kisses becoming hungry, I sensed I'd woke him up. Maybe he'd had a spark too?

JACOB:

When I was with her, everything seemed heightened for me. My senses were wild, my body was hotter, and my heart beat a little faster. The rain pattered around us as it fell through the trees. Outside of the trees, it was probably pouring. There was a damp, steaming feeling around us. When she asked me to sit, I was nervous. All of her questions worried me, both because I didn't know what she was hoping for me to say, and that I wasn't entirely sure how to answer. Straddling the log she was on, I focused on her face, my heart in my throat. She turned towards me, and the beating of said heart picked up. The moment her hand touched my skin, a million watts of energy seemed to rush through me. Her vision was simple: a kiss from me. I was still nervous, though.

Before I could even honestly react, she was on me, her lips pressing into mine with such hunger, I thought she might try to bite me. That'd be a hard one to explain. I didn't want to get too carried away, but she seemed so adamant about this kissing thing, and whether or not it would be beneficial to us. She was vanilla, mixed with a brown sugar, something of which I could not resist. The heat increased between both of us, it seemed, as she scooted closer. Her scent melted me, and I lost control of my resistance, hauling her into my lap, my lips just as hungry as hers were. I wasn't entirely sure how long we'd been tangled up in each other, but the result was me pinning her to the log, my lips kissing every inch of skin I found exposed around her face and neck. She panted, clawing at my skin, leaving marks. Of course they were gone almost as fast as they appeared, but she continued on.

Something in the back of my mind clicked back into place, and I found my will to stop again. All of the pent up wanton I'd had for her… it must have come pouring out all too quickly. We were both panting for a moment as I sat up and pulled away from her. Her ankles hug loosely around the sides of my legs, her calves resting on the tops of my thighs. "Oh wow." She whispered, her breathing finally regulating. I looked down to her. "What?" She sat up slowly as if she was uneasy, and shook her head. "That was… incredible." I nodded in agreement. We'd sort of blacked out, it seemed. "I didn't hurt you did I?" I asked, my tone edged with a sort of pained regret. She didn't notice in her vertigo. "Of course not. Oh no, no way. You, Jacob Black, are incredible." She gave another peck to my lips, scurried away from the log, and laughed. "We should get back, before they think you kidnapped me." I nodded, my nerves finally slowing down. Reaching for her hand, my mind zipping around at a million miles an hour, it seemed, I began the return to her house, a distance of only a mile, which was easily covered by our paces. What a night.

Authors Note: Hey! I am so happy to introduce to you chapter five (although it's chapter four really, minus the prologue)! I thought I'd continue on in a way that shows the difficulties these two have in their budding romance, trying to figure out when to hold back on each other. Jake's so nervous because he doesn't really know where to start with her, but she wants to dive in! Chapter six is going to be really interesting, so stay tuned. Review guys! I love hearing your ideas. Xoxo Ciara