I don't remember the last time I gave Stephenie Meyer any credit so I'll do that now! I didn't write Twilight/NM/Eclipse because if I did I wouldn't be writing fan fic now would I? I didn't think so either. The Alaska friends and Charlene are the only ones that I created-for now. Also, I'm not getting enough reviews! I know more than 3 people read this so if you haven't told me what you think (I want the good, the bad, & a little ugly!) scroll down & write a review! It's not hard to say "great job!" or "you suck!" or my favorite "what's gonna happen?"
Jacob's flashback until the end.
I was standing behind the countless chairs in the Cullens' backyard. Bella and the leech had just finished reciting their vows, and the pastor told them to kiss. Bella had her arms around his waist, and Edward held her face in his hands. It didn't look like he was being too careful with her as they kisses. Maybe being careful wasn't important anymore, now that her heart beats were limited. I rolled my eyes at the sickening sight.
Billy was sitting next to me in his wheelchair, looking down the aisle at the bride's father. Charlie seemed happy which meant he was completely clueless to his only child's fate. He'd probably spend most of his life down at the res with Billy and the others now. Not that I didn't like Charlie, but he tended to get in the way.
Old Quil was standing on the other side of Dad. He seemed very calm, just like Billy, but I knew he approve of the wedding as much as the rest of us did. The Pack and Elders, though they weren't surprised, were deeply disappointed about Bella's careless decision. As for as I knew only the Pack knew Edward was going to change Bella soon, but they only knew that for a fact through our wolf collected minds.
The newly weds broke free from the kiss and happily walked back down the aisle and towards the house. I didn't know if Bella knew I was there, so I tried to hide behind a large mass of her friends-not easy when you're over six feet and twenty shades too dark.
The guests filed out to the reception, and I saw Old Quil and Billy catch up with Charlie. I was sure the bloodsuckers knew I was there, but would they tell Bella If they didn't Charlie would. I began to stray from my orders. To stay or to go…Well, there right answer sounded easy. I should go, but could I? There was littler chance I would ever see her again. I feared the Jake Bella fell in love with would come out, and that was not something I'd let Edward see again.
I had other reasons for hesitation-orders. I had the signed revised Treaty in my hands. All it lacked was Dr. Fang's signature to become official. I re-read over the main points again: no biting humans- except for Bella. We had all agreed that they could sign after Bella's change as long as she was the only human they bit. If Bella died, though, I'd end the Treaty and start war. I needed to make sure Edward understood that. Lastly, against most of the Pack's will, Bella and only Bella would be allowed on our land. Quil, Embry, and I argued that she was still part of us- family.
It looked like I had no choice but to dampen their sprits with their rules, so I walked inside of the Cullen Mansion to find the disgusting leeches. Dr. Fang, Carlisle, or whatever his name was wasn't too hard to find. Once I explained the key points to him he agreed to return it to us after they "fulfilled our promise to Bella."
In the back of the oversized living room, in front of the mass of Forks came a high pitched yelp. I pushed my way through the crowd in time to see Edward at Bella's feet, fangs or teeth or whatever close to her skin. One of the bridesmaids was surprised at the groom's bold move- pulling the leg band off with his hands and teeth. Bella was just as surprised as her friend. I never looked back to see what happened.
Anger boiled within, and my body began to shake. I had to leave, but I wasn't going home. I had made up my mind: no one could make me come home this time- not even Sam. I was never going to be human again.
Days went by, but I stayed hidden among the large Washington trees. A few Pack members phased to look for me, but I would change back to stay hidden from their thoughts. Sometimes I went for hours in my human form, clothed by cowardly campers' clothes. I stayed away fro cities or large groups and kept close to rivers and creeks. Days became weeks which turned into a month or two, and judging by the random street signs near county roads, I had wondered into southern Oregon.
After a while I started to miss La Push, but not enough to come home. Sometimes I would listen for my Pack's thoughts, but all I heard was the surrounding birds, car, or bugs. Maybe I was too far away, or maybe they'd stopped phasing.
One day local animal meat didn't sound as edible as it had been for so long, so for the first time in ages I phased into my human form and stole some food from a convenient store.
BBQ chips, beef jerky, a Mounds bar, and Mr. Pib never sounded like a gourmet feast until them. All it took was just one mouthwatering whiff for me to decide to take it. I stuffed the food into an old sack I'd found on the side of the road and casually walked back out the door. The rundown place had no cameras, and if the manager hadn't come out of his office for a smoke I probably would have got away.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Kid, get back here!" The man ran back inside his store and called the police. Needless to say they never found me. I took off running when I saw the man and didn't stop till I was far back into the woods again.
I sat down and shoved down my three course meal, but suddenly lost my appetite. That all too familiar decaying and mold smell of a vampire attacked my nose. A couple of yards away in front of me was a black hair monster dragging away his blonde victim. The woman was clutching her purse, screaming for help, but the bloodsucker, starting to lose its patience, carried on. What amazed me was that it hardly noticed me. Was the woman's blood too irresistible, or did he, like those royal ones the Cullens knew, not recognize my scent?
I quickly phased back and attacked the blood thirsty monster. The woman stumbled through the woods looking for her way back. I never found out if she made it or not. My mind was far too busy destroying the Cold One piece by shredded piece. After ten or fifteen minutes I was gathering the white granite-like chunks of flesh. I hadn't planed on killing vampires, so I didn't have anyway to burn the body. I went back to my stolen clothes, and luckily found a lighter.
I watched the pieces burn for a while, all the time listening for traces of the La Push wolves. I thought about how much Quil would've loved the fight, and then a different scene entered my thoughts. The weeds looked like Forks, but there was something unfamiliar to it. Another reservation was up ahead, a few miles north. How did I know? One of the Pac was going there. I almost phased back to stay hidden, but something, some divine power, told me to stay still.
Minutes passed, and at last the village was in sight. Native American women dressed in tribal clothing welcomed a few whites entering the picture. One face made me forget everything and sucked me in closer to the other's thoughts. She was tan and had light brown hair. She was the tallest of the white group-five foot six maybe- and when the wolf drew closer I noticed that she had gorgeous blue eyes. The gravity-like force latched itself around me tighter until I was unable to move my eyes from hers. I imprinted on a girl through Embry's head! Without a second thought I raced back to Washington to the Makah's tribe.
I ran all day and half the night just to see the nameless Makah visitor. In less than two weeks I was on the outskirts of the reservation.
"You're a Quileute boy," said one of the Elder women of the tribe. I begged to stay with them until my mystery love returned.
"Please don't make me go back yet."
"You remind me of Embry-huge. Why can't you go home?"
"I haven't been home in a long time. If I go back now they'll never let me out again. Embry showed my this girl who was here two weeks ago. She's not from here. She's tall, tan, has light brown hair-"
"Charlene? Her older brother is very good friends with the chief's son. Smart girl, kind, but practical. Though she loves to hear them, she doesn't believe our stories. Quileute magic may only push her away," she warned.
"I can't think of a reason to prove our secrets to her."
It wasn't long before the visitors were back. When I introduced myself to Charlene I think I over did it. She was nice to me, but stayed close to her friends. That night was a tribal celebration, so I would try to make her nine again in the firelight.
The Elder woman, Chief Raven Call, and other important Makah people lit a bonfire and laid hot dogs, burgers, jerky, beans, corn, various fruits, and bread out on large blankets around the burning logs. After the sun fell behind the night's curtain the tribe gathered to eat, drink, and tell tribal stories. After filling my plate with a large scoop of everything I sat down next to Charlene and her friends.
I was calmer this time when I talked to her. It was hard to pull my eyes away from her pretty face. The world froze in time every time she looked at me and smiled. We talked a lot about her- her family, school, age, favorite color, and Makah stories. She knew them as well as the chief.
"Are Quileutes much different?" Her voice was sweet and full of interest.
"We're smaller in numbers, but these guy's are runts compared to us! You should hear some of our stories sometime."
"Sounds like fun." I gently rested my hand on hers. She moved her empty plate off of her lap and leaned in for the kiss, but an oversized dog hit.
"Jacob!" yelled Embry from at least ten yards. I jumped over the log-bench to see my wolf brother running at me at full speed. "I knew you'd come back! I knew I heard you."
"Ya. When you showed my Charlene-"
"You did imprint? Freaky. So I guess we're all going to imprint, huh?"
"Sure sounds like it." We both sat down near Charlene. The two had met briefly before during one of Embry's occasional visits. Embry filled me in on the basic of home. The leeches left the day after Edward and Bella got back from their honeymoon. They had until May- exactly one year since the Treaty became void- to sign it and change Bella. Nothing much had happened, but we added another story to the "Cold Ones file." The younger children grew bored with the old stories so Paul, disgusted with Bella, mad her a legend with a tragic ending, much like we suspected of her current life.
Embry forced me to come back to La Push, but I made sure Charlene had my number and an open invitation to the res. She promised to visit every weekend.
"And so far she's kept her promised, but I feel like you, Bella, when you were grounded! Billy's always two doors down, listening to every word. He has to let me see her, but he makes it as difficult as possible. Like it's easy to meet with a girl from outside of Seattle!"
Edward and Bella were sitting on the bed, Edward holding her waist. They both stared at me in awe or shock.
"I'm glad you're happy, Jake, but never run off like that again!" cried Bella after a moment.
"What right did you have to kill the vampire? Do you all feel the need to slay every vampire you see?"
"Pretty much," I laughed. Then Edward and Bella jumped. Bella began to smile at the leech, but he looked confused for a second. Bella started nodding and reached out for his hands. He then smiled as bright as she did and held her hands closely inside his as they looked deep into each other's eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"The baby kicked for the first time," they replied. The sky outside was quickly turning watercolor pink, orange, and purple as the moon and stars said goodbye to Earth. The bright light of the day's king slowly replaced the night's faint light.