She watched the shape shifter stroll over and sensed Edward's sudden anger like a tidal wave. Before she could stop herself, she stepped between the two and smiled at Jacob.
"What do you want Jacob?" She asked, and noticed that he had stopped just a few feet from them, as though there was an invisible line he couldn't cross. If he crossed the border of La Push, he'd break the treaty with the Cullens'.
Jacob noticed her eying the ground, and his eyes widened in realization.
"She knows about the treaty?" Jacob asked Edward and Edward gave a sneer.
"I was there for the treaty, child," she said, then walked toward him, crossing into La Push.
She stayed still as Jacob leaned down and gave a sniff in her hair.
"So, what are you then? Not one of us, not one of the monsters, and yet you know about the treaty, and you're with them?" Jacob nodded toward Edward, who gave a growl.
"Go home, and don't worry about it. We don't like your kind here, Black," she used his last name in an offensive way, but stepped back just before he could do any harm to her. She had killed a few of his kind as well, she had also almost fallen in love with one that had imprinted on her. He had been aggressive however, and she was forced to kill him. It was kill or be killed when you were the last of your kind, even as powerful and as old as she was.
"Bella sends her regards," Jacob snarled before he turned and began to walk away. She felt anger blossom in her chest at the wave of sadness she got from Edward. But instead of acting on the anger, she turned toward Edward and leaned up, kissing him on the lips briefly.
"Don't listen to him, he just wants you to get angry so you'll attack first," she murmured into his chest, hugging him. He was like stone, cold and unmoving. She closed my eyes against the tears. Carlisle had also been like that, but he was human in a way, they both were. Finally, Edward wrapped his arms around her, his hands on her waist.
She smiled suddenly, took his hands in hers and began to dance to a tune only she could hear. Edward gave a chuckle, but went along with it.
"Why are we dancing to no music?" He asked, a lopsided smile on his face.
"Can you not hear the music Edward?" She asked, then began to hum, closing her eyes, remembering all those years ago, dancing with some gentleman at a ball, to the same song. He began to hum along with her, and soon they were in a full-out waltz, crushing snow beneath their feet.
Her smile grew, and she pecked Edward's cheek, then ran off. She hopped into the trees like a squirrel and gained speed. Edward tried to catch her from below and behind, but he missed every time. She sent gleeful giggles into the cold air, then tripped and rolled into the snow, Edward on top of her. She closed her eyes, listening to her speeding heart and heaving lungs, clouding up the air.
"So, you and Carlisle back in the day?" Edward asked and she opened her eyes to look at him. She bit her lip.
"Yeah, in my last cycle. He was a young vampire, but helped me when it came to my medicine. I went to sleep after the Volturi betrayed me. They killed my brother, Theo. That night, I killed 60 vampires in anger, including the one who had killed my brother. That was the only time I had harmed any vampires. And if the Volturi were to know I was awake again, they'd surely come for me." she explained to him, looking past him into the darkening skies. After a few minutes of silence, Edward spoke again.
"Some of us have special abilities," Edward began, and she nodded, already knowing that. "I can read minds, Jasper can influence people's feelings, and Alice can see the future. I couldn't read Bella's mind, no matter how hard I tried. But with you, it's weird. I can only read you when it's dark. I can hear bits and pieces right now, like a fuzzy radio." He said, and she nodded again.
"You were the vampire in my room that Alex and Tanya kept smelling," she pieced together. He nodded sheepishly. "So, vampire men sparkle," she smirked and she was sure that if vampires could blush, Edward would be flushed. He gave a bark of a laugh.
"Yeah, all vampires sparkle, not just the men." She smirked suggestively when a look crossed Edward's face, as though he just figured out that he was laying on top of her.
She pulled him down toward her and kissed him hungrily. He kissed back with equal hunger, his fingers coming up to tangle in her hair. He tried to pull away, the monster in him starting to come out, but she stopped him, pulling him back.
"You can't hurt me Edward," she murmured into the kiss, giving a moan when his lips found her neck.
She knew all he wanted to do was bite down, get a taste of her blood, but that was the monster in him. The monster also wanted to kill her, drain her blood, make art in the snow with her blood.
She pulled his lips back to hers, shifting underneath of him, so she was more comfortable. He pulled back, his breathing normal, but her breathing was ragged and rushed.
"Hanna, I can't do this," he whispered, his eyes drinking in her current humanity. She smirked.
"Your monster can, you just don't want to hurt me. I've said this before, you can't hurt me Edward," she breathed, but slid out from beneath him, her back soaked from snow that melted underneath her.
"I'm sure we're both wanted back at my house, we've been out for a while now," she smirked, and then took off in a sprint.
"Beat you there," she called over her shoulder.