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Bit of a short chapter this one, I apologise.

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Angel – Kelly Clarkson

Cry – Hilary Duff

Fall to Pieces – Avril Lavigne

How to Save A Life – The Fray

Mouth Shut – the Veronicas

No Sunlight – Death Cab for Cutie

Out of the Blue – Delta Goodrem

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Chapter Five: Déjà Vu

I got home, parked the truck, walked in the door, ran up to my room, jumped onto the bed and cried.

In that exact order.

How could Jacob lie to me, like that? How could he keep a secret like that and not tell me? Worse, how could he practically say that he didn't want to talk to me ever again, then turn up again out of the blue and tell me to guess that he was a werewolf?

I had never been a violent person. Renee had always wanted me to take up martial arts to try to get a bit of co ordination going on, but, as usual, I wound up doing more harm to myself and the others around me than any sort of good. I think the instructors were more than happy to see me leave after my fourth – and last – lesson.

But, despite this, I wanted to hit Jacob. Maybe, not physically, but I wanted him to hurt mentally. I wanted him to feel the pain and the loss that I had felt from the past two days. I wondered if he'd be doing any better than me.

I calmed myself down. No, I couldn't hurt Jacob, not like that. I wouldn't let anyone else feel what I felt like right now.

And yet, it was Edw- him again. He was acting like he had.

Was he purposely trying to bring back memories of the life that I wanted to be forgotten?

A werewolf. Honestly. What's next, will Mike disappear off to Hogwarts? Did Jessica or Angela have hidden wings or magical abilities? Was I the only human on the entire planet?

What was worse was that he wasn't the one to tell me. He'd gone off with the rest of his… pack… and left his friend, Jared, to tell me the 'good' news.

I sighed through the tears. Jared had been nice enough about it. I'd never met him before, so he was close enough to a complete stranger. Great one, Jake.

I wondered where he was. Jared had said they would contact him at about noon. I shuddered. The whole telepathic linkup that Jared had told me about was so creepy. From what he'd said, they heard everything, not just what they wanted the other guys to hear.

Did Jacob ever think about me?

At least Jared hadn't told me about everything – I could tell he was holding back on me. Saving something for Jacob to tell me, perhaps. Did they drink blood too?

I shuddered. I hadn't asked that question.

I jumped off my bed and made a beeline for the computer. To my utter surprise, the computer decided to be friendly and loaded pretty much straight away.

I opened up the internet and called up Google. Slowly, I typed one word into the search browser.

Werewolf.

I clicked enter, and a whole lot of sites came up. I clicked on the first one.

In popular folklore, a man who is transformed, or who transforms himself, into a wolf in nature and appearance under the influence of a full moon. The werewolf is only active at night and during that period, he devours infants and corpses. According to legend, werewolves can be killed by silver objects such as silver arrows and silver bullets. When a werewolf dies he is returned to his human form.

The word is a contraction of the old-Saxon word wer (which means "man") and wolf – werewolf, manwolf. A Lycanthrope, a term often used to describe werewolves, however, is someone who suffers from a mental disease and only thinks he has changed into a wolf.

The concept of werewolves, or lycanthropes, is possibly based on the myth of Lycaon. He was the king of Arcadia, and in the time of the ancient Greeks notorious for his cruelty. He tried to buy the favor of Zeus by offering him the flesh of a young child. Zeus punished him for this crime and turned him into a wolf. The legends of werewolves have been told since the ancient Greeks and are known all over the world.

I shivered. Devours infants and corpses didn't sound like the Jacob I knew.

And yet, that's what every website I found for the next hour seemed to say. Drinks blood, shape shifts on the full moon, evil, worships the Devil. That's what they all said.

I returned to the list, but closed off the internet browser. What was I doing? The déjà vu, these past few minutes, they were too close to last time.

At least, if the déjà vu was true, Jacob wouldn't turn out to be like that, hopefully. Maybe the La Push werewolves were different, somehow. Jared hadn't mentioned anything about blood drinking.

Then again, it probably wouldn't be something that you'd mention to a almost stranger.

I turned the computer off. It was a load of crap anyway. Jacob, not even the new Jacob, would be a killer.

There was a knock on my door. I nearly fell off my seat.

"Come in." I called.

Charlie's head poked around the door. "Didn't mean to startle you." He said quietly. "Just letting you know I'm home early."

There was something different about Charlie, something I couldn't quite but my finger on. The tone of his voice, the slight and subtle emotion on his voice.

"Dad," I said. "What happened?"

He breathed deeply, unable to answer. I'd never seen him so upset in my whole life.

"Did something happen at work?" Now even I was worried.

He nodded. "Perhaps you should come down to the station with me."

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