Sorry, It's been a while. Life's been pretty weird.

Love forever and always,

B(:

Chapter 9- With a Smile like that(:

Songs-

Like My Mother Does- Lauren Alaine

Smile- Uncle Cracker

She Thinks My Tractors Sexy- Kenney Chesney

Little Bit Of Life- Craig Morgan

I wake up in my truck. What the hell just happened! I look around my car, it looked just like the forest where I killed a few vampires. I don't know what to do. I look at myself I am a mess. I look at the clock and everything seems weird and a bit fuzzy. I think over what just happened. I obviously hadn't moved my car, and nothing seems like I've been home. Could that have been a dream? It had to have, I would never talk to my mom like that. Even though sometimes I feel like it, I wouldn't.

I feel like I should call her, but I'm afraid of what will happen if it wasn't a dream, so I will just have to suck it up and call her.

Ring…Ring… "Hello Hunny! Whatcha' need?" She seemed happy, but was it just a façade.

"Good mom," I am just going to say it, "Did we get into an argument?" I ask her.

"Not that I know of, why?" She asked me now curios. THANK GOD!

I thought back over the whole thing and my mom would never smack me. Ever. She might whoop me, but she would never ever ever smack me.

"I guess I fell asleep on the beach in my car and I had a weird dream." I said in a relieved tone.

"Must be eating to much salt." She said laughingly, "Are you coming home for lunch? We are having fried chicken. Your favorite." She asked me. I think I will take all the time I have with her. That dream really freaked me out. Like no joke scared me.

"Yea momma. I'll be home soon. Love you." I told her and waited for her to reply.

"Love you too, sugars." She told me and hung up the phone.

I slam back against the chair. Let out a loud sigh of relief because none of the happened. How could I ever talk to her like that? What would ever make me that mad that I would want to do that?

I start the car and listen to the hardy rumble of it and am on my way home.

Jacob's POV

It's been three hours and I don't think she is coming over. I could call her again, but that might make me sound like a freak, but then again she might think that it is cute. GAWWWWWWWWD. What do I do?

"When is Bonnie coming over?" Leah asked.

"I don't know." I mumbled and looked away. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Please be her. Please be her.

"Hello!" I spoke excitedly into the phone sounding like a nerd.

"Hey, sorry! I was busy. Are you still gonna be there for dinner?" She asked me.

"Well, I don't know I might be." I said trying to sound cool.

"Then hand the phone to Emily for me please. Thanks."

I took the phone away from my ear and looked at Emily. "She wants to talk to you."

I handed the phone to her. She talked excitedly into it and smiled and walked into the living room. Taking my phone and leaving me helpless.

Twenty-four minutes later.

She was still on my phone and hasn't gave it back. What could they be talking about? I was concentrating on trying to hear her, but then the doorbell rang. Can't I have some peace and quiet to eavesdrop on a conversation?

"..is some more out in the car, take these and I'll go and get um'" Bonnie's voice rang out all over the house.

Emily comes into the kitchen with bundles of bags in her arms and just looks at me.

"Oh! You want me to help you?" I ask.

"Oh, no. I have it. Only twenty bags that weigh as much as me and you are a super human with strength for about twenty of me. No! Don't lift a finger." She said sarcastically. Emily sat all of the bags down on the ground and then Bonnie came in with about the same amount, but she didn't complain.

"Look at her. She doesn't complain she just does." I told Emily playfully. I looked over Bonnie she was wearing a bright pink tank top and short shorts. Oh God, please don't bend over. This would not end good for either of us.

She bent over. Oh well, guess I have to inconspicuously slip off to the bathroom.

Bonnie's POV

I decided to let Emily have the night off for dinner. I was going to make fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy and biscuits. Southern classic.

I walk into the kitchen, and I see Jacob. He is sitting in a chair next to the table and is looking enjoyably over my outfit. Short shorts and a pink and white tank top.

I went to the store and bought everything, I can't even imagine her monthly bill for groceries.

I smiled at her when she looked confused at all the things on the counter.

"What is this all for?" She said picking up one of the spices and looking curiously at it.

"Let me see it," I told her and she handed it to me. I looked at it, Cajun seasoning. "Well, that there spice is for the heat. Unless y'all don't like the heat?" I asked not to anyone in particular.

"The hotter the better!" Paul called out.

"I don't like it too hot." Emily told me with an impish smile.

"Hey, no worries it's all good. Only one of my brothers can handle the heat like me. I'll make two separate batches. " I said and gave Emily an easy smile. A look of worry slid off of her face, and turned into a smile.

"What are we talking about?" Sam said slipping into the room and his arm around Emily. Then he kissed each one of her scars on her face ever so carefully.

"Do you like your food spicy or not?" I asked him.

His eyes lit up and before I could get out the last word, "Hot."

"Kay. Sounds good," How is it possible that everyone in this room is in here comfortably, because they are kinda making me claustrophobic. "Do you guys normally stay in here and watch Emily cook, or…" I said trailing off, because I didn't know what to say.

"Out! Shoo!" Emily said while she was swatting at the boys to leave. Boys. Hahhahah. That's funny. How can you call the overgrown mammoth men, boys? Every time she referred to them she called them boys, I think she considers them, like I don't want to say children, but something along the lines of that. Because they are always over her and she cooks for them and cleans up after them. I just don't know how to explain it. I guess I would consider her their mom.

Two hours, like twelve legs, ten thighs, fifteen breasts, like a million potatoes, a pot of chicken gravy and a whole lot of sweet tea, I walked into the living room where all of the boys where sitting watching a baseball game. Oh lord, I love baseball. Do not get distracted. Do not get distracted. Do not…. Three strikes out. Except for the fact that was completely not an out and that the pitcher stepped over the lines.. Oh well. Oh yeah.

"It's ready." I said and walked into the kitchen barely managing to not get ran over.

"Stop!" Emily yelled. Right about as Paul was digging into the potatoes, "Two things. You will let the girls go first and second tell Bonnie thank you."

"Oh, no it's really nothi…" I protested as my cheeks were getting red as the kitchen filled with.

"It smells really good Bonnie…"

And, "Thank you Bonnie"

This doesn't happen at my house, when I cook.

"Your welcome." I tell every one and follow in suit behind Emily who was getting her food. I grabbed a leg of hot and not, some potatoes.

She walked into the living room, so did I. I didn't really know what to do. And being in someone else's house I didn't want to be rude. I sat down and watched as everyone pooled in. I was waiting for someone special, but I didn't see him. The last person to walk of the kitchen was Embry who was pushing Quil around.

"Where's Jacob?" I asked quietly to Emily. She looked at Sam.

Sam answered my question. "Patrolling."

"Oh." Was what I said, but what I was thinking was patrolling? What? Should I be worried or happy that he is protecting me?

Everyone had already started eating, so I guess they don't say grace. I didn't want to do it and make it blatant, so I did it as conspicuasly and fast as I could. Not fast enough obviously.

"What are you doing?" Embry asked me with his mouth full, so it sounded more like, "Waher yuh roing?"

"Eating." I said and shoveled a mound of potatoes in my mouth.

"No before that." He persited.

"Talking to you." I told him. Can't he get the hint.

"Before that."

"Saying grace." I told him. He gave me this weird look. "Do you not know what that is?" I asked him.

"No, I do. Just nevermind." Thank the lord.

Now everyone was looking at me. Can this get anymore awkward? Doo da doo do doo. Let's eat some of my chicken. Yum. Let's stare intently at my food and not look up.

Jacob and Leah walked in, saving me from my eternal embarrassment.

"Smells good." Jacob announced.

"Good, Bonnie made it all." Emily said sticking her elbow into my side. I smiled without showing my teeth. I'm sure there was food galore in them.

Jacob and I made eye contact it felt like the whole world had stopped again. He looked like a god, standing there. Muscles flexed. Skin glowing. Hair jet black and slightly windblown. Is this going to happen all the time? I hear someone cough and it brings me out of whatever that was.

Later that night…

"Bored! I'm bored. This house is boring. I'm bored. I don't know what to do. Blah blah blah. Bored. Boring. About to be bored to death." I sang and beat my feat against the wall while I was laying on my bed. "It's raining it's pouring. This house is boring."

"Shut up!" I heard my brother yell from his room, which was the wall that I was beating on.

"It's raining it's pouring. Y'all are all so boring." I sang even louder and beat on the wall.

"God Dammit shut up!" He yelled again.

I pressed play on my iPod and the song 'She thinks my tractors sexy' came on.

"She thinks my tractors sexy. It really turns her on. She's always starin' at me, while I'm chuggin' along. She likes the way it's pullin' while we're pulling up the land. I THINK HIS TRACTORS SEXY!" I yelled. Normally I wouldn't do this, but I am beyond bored.

Nothing. Silence. Not good. Not good at all.

I opened my door the tiniest bit and kept my head away from door and the opening just in case he was going to do something. Nothing. I peaked my head out slowly and no one was there. I pushed myself out of the room and put my body against the wall. I looked along the hallway and didn't see anything stood there for a minute. Waiting. Nothing happened. I booked it down the hallway when I hear very close to my ear, "I see you." I let out a bloody murder scream and took the stair at five at a time.

Downstairs I found my dad in the living room about round the corner and is breathing heavy like he had just run a marathon.

"Daddy! Help me! Smith is gonna kill me." He gave me a funny look.

"What are ya' talkin' 'bout? Smith isn't home." Now it was me giving the funny look.

"How is he not home? He was just yelling at me!" I looked at him for a minute. "Stop lying! He was right there. Behind me. Running…" I trailed off. I didn't hear him run and he would have followed me. Maybe it was Gator.

"What are ya' talkin' 'bout, Princess?"

"It was Gator then. I know it was." He gave me that same look again.

"He is downstairs asleep. And Deacon is in the dinin' room with ya' momma. Just like I was."

"Noooooo. You weren't you were chasing me down the hallway and whispered in my ear that you see me." I said pointing at him. It was him.

"Go ask your momma." He said pointing to the dining room. I walked into the room and my mom looked at me funny.

"What was all that screaming up there for?" She asked me.

"Daddy was chasing me. Didn't he leave?" I asked.

"No, he didn't leave. We have been playing Skip-Bo this whole time. And it's your turn." He said to me then dad.

"Noooo.. Someone left. Because Someone was telling me to shut up. They told me." I replayed the scene in my head. Did the voice even sound like my brother? I don't remember.

"Are you okay?" My mom asked me. I thought I was, but now I don't really know.

"Yea, I'm just.." I said and walked back to my room. I'm losing it. Must have just imagined it.

I walked into my room and my iPod was off. I'm pretty sure that I left it on. Maybe it just died or something. Yea, that's it.

I turned it back on and it was fully charged. Nothing at all on it would say that it was dead.

What the hell? I think I'm going to take a nap.

I turned my iPod back on and turned it down to quiet and got under my covers and watched the rain trickle down my window. I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard my mom walk in the room, I know it was her, because I could hear her heels click across the room. 'click clack' I felt pressure on my bed and guess she sat down. I was too close to sleep to do anything. I felt her kiss my forehead and heard her walk out of the room.

I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I looked at the clock it was 6:32 in the morning. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to go back to sleep and just got up. My mom and dad would be awake. I walked down the hallway without a thought about what had happened last night. The kitchen smelled like coffee and bacon.

"Mom, thanks for coming in and checkin' up on me last night. But you left lipstick on my cheek. I said looking at my reflection on the toaster." I said and started wiping the lipstick off my cheek.

Looking back at that, my mom doesn't wear lipstick.

"Hmm?" She asked me.

"I said, thanks for checking up on me last night."

She spun around faster than I thought she would be able too, "I didn't check on you. What are you talking about?"

"Yea, you did. I know it was you. I heard your heels click clack across the ground and you sat on my bed and kissed my cheek." I told her pointing to the lipstick on my cheek.

She leaned in closely and examined it. "That's defiantly not mine. I don't wear cheap stuff like that."

"Do mom and dad just not give you enough attention, that you have to make up stories like that?" Smith asked coming in the kitchen with three people trailing behind him. I expected that he would come home with whoever he was partying with, but three people. Where the hell did they sleep?

"You can spot desperation a mile away can't you?" I asked. Still without looking whoever the people were. Personally I didn't really care. I wanted some food and I would leave.

"Kids. Enough. Princess, what happened?" My dad asked.

"I decided last night after we talked, I was just getting tired, so I went to sleep. As I was falling asleep mom opened my door 'clicked clacked' across my room and sat down on my bed, because I felt pressure and my bed dip. Then I felt her lean down and kiss my cheek. Then I heard her 'click clack' out of the room and shut the door." I told him.

"Me, Deacon and your dad played that damn game until two in the morning. It wasn't me. And the fact that I was wearing flip flops all day, puts that to rest." She told everyone.

"No it does not! Who was it then? Who chased me down the hallway and whispered in my ear? Who was all of that?" I asked. I was starting to get slightly frantic. How was this happening?

"Maybe you were just dreaming it?" Deacon said.

"And you remember my dream?" I asked him.

He went silent. As did the rest of the family.

"Kay. Cool." I said and reached up on the highest shelve to grab a breakfast bar when my mom yells.

"What?" I spin around and look at her. Everyone is staring at me.

"Look at your back!" My mom said pointing at me.

"Now, how the hell am I supposed to look at my back?"

I walked into the living room where there was a mirror. I lifted up my shirt and my tank top. Three long scratches were going down my back. I don't know where they ended and began. I let out a blood curdling scream.

"I am not sleeping in there anymore. Nu uh. Not anymore." I said shaking. Something warm grabbed me. I flinched away immediately. Then I looked back and saw that it was Jacob.

My mom barged into the room and lifted my shirt up right infront of what now I know was Jacob, Embry, Quil, and my brothers. She traced the scratches from above my bra and ended at my shorts, but they went further. She was sending waves of pain down my back and throughout my whole body.

"Momma." I didn't know what else to say.

"It's going to be okay." She turned and walked out of the room with my dad.

I looked at my brother and he looked like he was as scared as I felt. I looked at Jacob and he was staring at me intently. My eyes were starting to sting with tears, but I was not going to cry.

I turned and went to laundry room, shut the door and changed clothes. Threw my hair back in a braid and tried to collect my thoughts. What the hell was happening to me?

I walked out into the living room and saw Jacob sitting down on the couch. Embry and Quil were sitting on the other couch looking at my brothers. I sat on the coushion next to Jacob. He wrapped his arm around my waist. I snuggled myself into his touch. My dad came in and he looked at the site and didn't say anything. I don't know what I was going to do if he had of said something. Because I am kinda out of it right now.

"I think we need to go somewhere." My dad said to me, "And I would like it if you three would keep this here and not let it leave." My dad said in a serious tone.

They all shook there head furiously. My dad grabbed my hand and picked me up.

"Are you going to be okay? Do you need to…" I cut him off.

"Yes. Now." He was talking about gaining energy from the moon. I hardly evere did this, but this seemed like a good enough time as any.

I closed my eyes and pictured the moon and where it was. The window. I walked to the window and saw the moon still hanging low and barely there. I opened my eyes and felt them change. From human to preditor. When they do this they turn from the normal dark brown to a bright yellow. I could feel myself being revived and the scratches being fixed.

I turned around and closed my eyes again so no one would see them. I thought I was going to be good until I felt two hand press them into my shoulders.

My hearing was better as well as my sight and smell. It wasn't my dad. He left the room. It was Jacob.

"Let me see?"

"No." I shook my head not looking at him.

"Please." His voice carried a tone of patheticness.

"I'll scare you." I told him.

"No you won't."

"I will scare you." I told him.

"Please." He was begging now.

"Don't do that to me." I took in the deep scent of him.

I opened my eyes and he didn't flinch or get scared at least as I know of.

"I'm sorry I'm so weird." I told him.

He smiled and laughed. His laugh told me that I was going to be able to get through this crazy thing called life.

Be really cool if you would reveiw. Got a question. Should this thing be a Ghost or Vampire? Or something else that is related to the curse for Bonnie's Family? Love y'all(: