Chapter two is up! yay!
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I apologize for rewriting the story a bit here. Trust me, the changes are coming soon. Bear with me =)
Songs I listened to when writing this (these are some awesome songs, gotta love the inspirations!):
The Last Day On Earth – Kate Miller-Heidke
Leave Out All The Rest – Linkin Park
Cold As You – Taylor Swift
Running – Evermore
Crushcrushcrush - Paramore
The Truth- Good Charlotte
Anyway, Enjoy!!
Disclaimers: I do not own Twilight, but I wish I did…
Chapter Two: My Jacob
I gasped. "Jacob! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
He laughed. "Sorry about that."
And like that, it was as if it was my Jacob was back.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "I thought you didn't want to be friends any more."
He lowered his gaze. "What I meant was, we shouldn't be friends, not that I don't want to be."
A sudden burst of déjà vu hit me. That was an Edw- him line. I couldn't think his name.
"Get out." I whispered. "I don't want to talk."
He pouted playfully. "But I came all this way…"
I crossed my arms. "Fine. I don't want to talk to you."
His face fell. "I guess that was called for, 'specially after before."
"No kidding Jacob."
He sat on the edge of my bed. I remained standing against the wall.
"Bells… please? I'm sorry, isn't that enough?"
After today? Nice try buddy.
My glare answered his pleading question.
I had to hand it to him. I mean, Sam's brainwashing had actually made him a better actor. Or, for some bizarre reason, he was sincere.
Yeah. Right.
I took a deep breath. "Then what are you doing here? Are you going to tell me what's behind this whole Sam thing?"
Jacob sighed. "Sort of… kind of…"
He stepped closer. "I can't tell you, Bella. But, if you were to guess…"
I scowled. "So we're playing guessing games now?"
"It's not a game." He said in a low tone, dead serious.
His hands moved to cup my face, so I was staring directly into his chocolate eyes. His hands felt like they were on fire. I hoped he wasn't coming down with something – it would be one hell of a flu, judging from the heat he was giving off.
"Remember the time when you and your friends were at the beach and you saw me?"
I nodded.
His face was closer now, his eyes wild. "Remember the stories I told you? About our legends?"
I nodded again, unsure of where this was going.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by howls in the distance. I shivered. The forest around the peninsula was riddled with wolves, but it was rare to hear them this close.
He shook his head. "Concentrate Bells. Please."
I cast my mind back. "You told me scary stories… about your legends…"
Jacob's sweet breath was clogging up my nose. I couldn't concentrate. Why was this so important?
"Do you remember the one you liked?" He asked chokingly. "The one about-" He didn't finish the sentence.
"About… vampires?" He nodded. For some reason, he did not seem to be capable of talking.
I shrugged. "Yeah." Truth was, I remembered every exact word from the story. It didn't lessen the pain though.
He nodded again. He still didn't – or couldn't – talk.
The howls started again, this time much closer. Jacob stared worriedly at the window.
"I have to go." He muttered. His hands fell off my face, brushing my shoulders. He moved to walk back to the window
"Jake – wait!" I said. "I'm sorry!"
He laughed – it wasn't his though. Something, the tone maybe, that was Sam's. This wasn't my Jacob. It was the new one again.
"Why are you sorry?" He asked. "You've done nothing."
"Don't go." I whispered. I even shocked myself with the surprising amount of fear in my voice.
He turned around. "Bella… just… think… about it…"
I shook my head. "No. I can't. You know why Jake."
He moaned. "I really have to go."
"Take me with you then." Charlie wouldn't know – I'd be home before dawn.
He laughed at that. "It's too dangerous for you Bella."
I frowned. "You mean… Sam's gang?"
"It's not a gang!" He said exasperatedly. But that was an answer enough for me.
The howls started up again. Jacob looked even more anxious than before. "Bells-"
"No, Jake!" Was all I could say. "I can't lose you… not again…"
He sighed. "I'm sorry Bella. But it has to be this way. Unless you can guess…"
He made his way over to the window. Was he crazy? Was he going to attempt to climb… or jump?!"
"Take the stairs, Jake." I said bluntly. "Don't break a leg."
He shrugged absentmindedly. "I won't get hurt… not now…" He muttered.
I didn't cry – not outside anyway. I'd already had tonight's cry-fest earlier.
I couldn't believe it. I'd lost Jacob, my best friend, over some stupid thing that was going on down at La Push, then he'd come back, and now I was about to lose him again. It wasn't fair. Jacob was my safe harbour. I couldn't lose him. I wouldn't lose him.
I ran across the room and grabbed his arm. "Don't leave, please, don't leave me Jake."
He brushed my arm off. "You're not losing me," he murmured. "If you guess."
And, with that, he jumped out the window.
I nearly screamed, biting back at the last second. Charlie would hear. I looked out the window. Jacob had gone. But that was impossible. That jump would have sprained his ankle, at the least.
I plodded back over to my bed, laying back down again. Suddenly, I was immensely tired, and cold. Jacob's body heat was over whelming.
I curled up, hugging myself. What Jacob said was completely nonsense. He knew how painful it was for me to bring back those memories of the life I'd had driven away from me. So why would he purposely bring it up again.
I propped myself up on one elbow, forcing myself to stay awake. Jacob, even the new, Sam-Jacob, wouldn't do that to me without good reason.
I sighed and rolled onto my back. I was too tired to think tonight.
I was in the forest, again, like the dreams I always had. But this was different. I didn't look around for… him.
The forest too was different. It was lighter, less dense, like I was on the edge of the forest. Near the beach, perhaps. Was I at La Push?
And then, out of nowhere, Jacob appeared. It was my Jacob, I was sure of that. Gangly, awkward long-haired Jacob. My Jacob.
"Bella," he whispered. "Bella, you have to run!"
The wave of hurt hit me. The déjà vu, those words, they hurt.
And then, dizzily, I recognised the forest. It was the same place I was in the dream on the night when I discovered Edward was a vampire. Jacob's words before must have dragged out past memories…
I waited now, longing to Edward. Shortly, he would appear, smiling, beautiful as I remembered. He would beckon me, purring, eyes black and dangerous. "Trust me," was all he would say.
And my heart would burn for my loss…
But, then, before Edward could appear, something different happened. Jacob screamed and fell to the ground, shaking uncontrollably.
"Jacob!" I yelled, but he had already disappeared.
In his place, towering over me, was a huge, red-brown wolf.
This was not the dream from last time. It had changed, dramatically so. I knew instantly that this wolf was the one that had approached me so calmly in the woods barely a week ago.
The wolf looked down at me, peering at me with its intelligent, chocolate eyes.
Jacob's eyes.
I woke up, screaming into the pillow, a muffled sound.
Jacob's eyes. His chocolate eyes, on the wolf.
No, it couldn't be.
But it was.
"Then there are the stories about the cold ones." His voice dropped a little lower.
"The cold ones?"
"Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land." Jacob rolled his eyes.
" Your great-grandfather?"
"He was a tribal elder, like my father. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf–well, not the wolf really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves."
But that couldn't be possible, could it?
Vampires, werewolves, humans. What else was there that I didn't know about?
A stab of pain hit me. Jacob. He was a… werewolf…
I'd been wrong all along. There was no gang, not even a cult. He was in Sam's… pack. All of them. Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry, and now Jacob.
I stood up, glancing at the clock. It was early, probably too early, but it would take me a bit to get to La Push. I had to see Jacob, I had to.
I wasn't sure of what I needed to hear from Jacob. An explanation, maybe. Proof? I had enough – the way my heart felt, I was absolutely positive of what I thought.
I wanted my Jacob back.
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