Jacob guided me out of the dreary basement and into his small kitchen. Sam lounged in a chair at the table, nibbling on an apple. He nodded to both of us, and then returned his attention to the apple. "The bathrooms down that hall," Jacob motioned towards a narrow hallway to our left.

I gawked at him. "Are you serious? You honestly think a vampire needs to use the bathroom, Jake, I don't even have to breathe," I reminded him, slightly embarrassed. His laughed shook the little house as I finished speaking.

"Bella," he gasped, "I meant to," another burst of laughter interrupted his speech, "check out how you look." He regained his composure whipping a tear from his eye. "Man, you are hilarious." He chuckled to himself.

Flustered, I stomped down the hallway towards the bathroom, flinging the door open and slamming it closed. The bathroom was cramped and smelled like dirt. I rolled my eyes, the seat was up. I smacked it down, men. They are so disgusting sometimes. I weaved my hand through my hand quickly.

That's when the reflection in the mirror caught my eye. I turned sharply and gasped at my figure. I was curvy, and my hair looked so much healthier. My old clothes were snug on my chest and my jeans were much tighter. I was still the same height, but my frame was slender and toned. My hair, though, my hair was amazing. It was a rich chocolate brown, thick with vibrancy and it trailing to the middle of my back, curling slightly at the ends.

I bent towards the mirror opening my eyes as wide as possible. They were golden, just like Edwards. I smiled momentarily, thinking of our first day in the meadow, his skin sparkling and eyes gleaming. I shook myself mentally, not now.

I bounded out the bathroom, happy with my new image. I beamed at Jacob as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. He grinned at me, shaking his head. He put a bowl of cereal to his lips and sucked at it loudly. It was gone in a matter of seconds.

"Pour cereal, didn't even have a chance." I shook my head in mock grief. He laughed again, whipping a white trail of milk off his upper lip onto the back of his shirt sleeve. He dropped the bowl into the sink and it clattered noisily.

"What are you two planning on doing today?" Sam looked up suddenly, glancing between both our faces. Jacob bit his lip, curious as well.

"Uhm," I piped up quickly. "I was hoping Jacob and I could go someplace and I could ya' know, learn the ropes of uhm, being me?" Dash it all, that was a question, not a statement. I was trying to be forward in my request, I had failed. Sam raised on eye brow precariously, mulling over my idea.

"That wouldn't be such a bad idea, but please, stay out of sight."

Jacob beamed at me. I groaned, he was way too eager about this. I walked towards the front door, Jacob at my heels as we strolled out into the cool morning. I stumbled backwards as the air hit my face. There were so many different smells in the air, it shocked me. I felt a harsh heat on my back; it was Jacob's closed fists pressed against my back to hold me upright. He crinkled his noise when I looked at him.

"Haha," I mocked. "Well, you smell like a garbage dump," I giggled pushing his shoulder lightly. He laughed lightly, nudging me forward, off the porch and into the grass. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the air smelled clean, but busy just the same. An ocean breeze flowed across the earth lacing salt in and out of the air. Gasoline drifted faintly from Jacob's musty garage and I smelled some roses from down the road a bit. The world smelled oddly beautiful to me. Everything was so, interlaced. Even Jacob smelled okay to me, he sure didn't compare to roses, but he was alright.

"It's what we dogs do, roll around in the garbage." He laughed again, a healthy laugh. His eyes sparkled on even in the dull gray of the mid morning. "So, walking or running? I bet I could beat you in a run," he asked as we began down the gravel path towards the road.

"Walk, for now. I have questions," I glanced at him swiftly, gauging his reaction. His face remained unchanged. He nodded a few times before he relaxed his shoulders and found his pace, matching mine.

We walked down the road for a few minutes in silent, taking in our surroundings. I could feel his stare as we went, burning into my body. Finally, I broke the silence. "So," I began, "Why you?" He looked at me, puzzled. "Why didn't you just release me in a forest somewhere, with a heard of deer or something, you know, wild game?" I clarified.

"Oh, well," he paused momentarily. "Can I be honest?" I nodded. "None of us wanted to baby sit while you were out eating poor little rabbits and things," my mouth dropped, but I closed it quickly. "Plus, hunting is illegal on the rez and we can't explain little animals going missing or turning up dead very easily. We don't want anymore poking around," he added quickly, watching my reaction. "It was Quil's idea to let you bite me. We weighed the pros and cons carefully. In our past, vampires have bitten our kind and we survived unscathed, so we took the chance that I would too."

My mouth formed a silent 'o.' "Okay, so why did you chain me up? You could've just killed me, or at the very least kept me down for a while."

He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Kill you, right. You're my worst enemy and I still can't kill you Bells," He snorted. "The chains were more of a precaution, if you got out of hand. The pack," he paused again nibbling on his bottom lip momentarily. "The pack would've…killed you if you attacked anyone, myself included," He lifted his gaze to hold mine as we ambled across the wet blacktop

My brows furrowed. "They hate me don't they?" I shuddered at the thought. The boys were so wonderful, with such huge hearts. It must've broken them when I they found out I was turned, they must think I'm a traitor.

"No, well, Paul and Sam are very, very cautious. The rest are just guarded."

"What about you?" I couldn't bite my tongue fast enough.

"Apart from the smell, you're still my little Bella, I love you just the same," he smirked at me, lightening the mood. "Now, uhm, can I ask a question?" I nodded once, narrowing my eyes.

"Why did you do it? Why did you let them do this to you?" His eyes were pleading as he looked at me. We'd stopped walking as I stopped and stared at him. His beautiful brown eyes filled with confusion as he spoke.

For the first time since I was turned, I felt a twinge of regret. I shook it off quickly. "This was what I wanted…to be with," I ended my sentence immediately. "This is what I wanted." I finished curtly. My face softened as I thought intently, picking up the pace again. Jacob walked silently behind me, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Jake," I murmured; I knew he could hear me. "Where are they?" I turned and faced him, stopping again.

He kept his eyes on the ground, and his hands stayed where they were. "Bella, I don't know," he closed his eyes with a sigh. "We were only out there because it smelled different; maybe it was because they were all in one spot in the open air. But we smelled vampires, and came to investigate. It was so close to reservation land, and well, there was nothing, the scent was gone" he opened his eyes, glancing up at me then quickly looking away. He started walking again, as he passed me I grabbed him by the arm.

"What aren't you telling me?" He tried to shrug me off, but my grip was steel on him. I narrowed my eyes into slits as his eyes darted around quickly, searching for an escape. "Tell me," I growled.

"There was blood Bella! You're blood! All over the grass! I thought they killed you!" He blurted out ripping himself away from me, turning away. Shock rippled through me. I realized what he had to have thought when he found that, that much of my blood. I shook my head silently. My face contorted as it would have if I was crying, but no tears came.

I reached forward, touching my hand to his. It was searing hot against my cool, hard skin. "Jake," I whispered. He didn't turn around, he just stood, somewhat slumped over, facing the forest to the side of the road. I took a step forward, uncertain of myself; I wrapped my arms around him.

It must've looked very odd to anyone passing by. I was hugging Jacob from behind as he stared blankly into the forest, lost in his own thoughts. I was still dwarfed by his height, even now. His body wiggled underneath mine and I thought it was my cue to let go. Defeated, I let my arms fall.

Jacob caught them both quickly, pulling them back to his body. "Bella," he murmured. His body relaxed slightly. After a few long moments, he slowly released his grip and I stepped back. He twisted himself around to face me again, very close. "I'm sorry," I could feel his warm breath on my face, it tickled. "It was very hard for me to see that," he closed his eyes again, face contorted in pain. Instinctively my hand shot to his cheek, soothing it gently. He leaned into it and his hand covered mine. His lips were almost upturned in a smile. He opened his eyes and stared straight into mine. My body fluttered, I could feel myself get imaginary butterflies as he watched me.

I smiled nervously as he watched me, my hand still cupped to his face. His face smoldered just beneath the surface. I tugged my hand down slightly. He blinked suddenly as if he'd forgotten. His face turned a light shade of pink and he released my hand quickly. We both laughed awkwardly. My smile faded swiftly. "I'm sorry you had to see that," I looked at the pavement silently.

"Hey, it's okay. At least you're not gone, completely," there was a sad humor in his voice. He couldn't say at least I wasn't dead. I was dead. My heart couldn't even flutter at his closeness and my cheeks would never turn that dark cherry color again. My human personality was just like leaves falling soundlessly off of the trees around us, scattered father and farther as time went on.

a/n: So I got a little more into details towards the end, sue me. I'd rather drown myself in this story then deal with my own life. xD Thank you for the reviews, they make me post faster, or something like that. To some of the questions, I'm not giving everything away in the beginning, things will be a mystery for a while. I don't want to spill it all so soon. Also, I really have no idea what the mystery is yet, I just write and go. 3