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A/N: I present to you Chapter 5!

Awakening

"Enlightenment is not imagining figures of light but making the darkness conscious."

- Carl Gustav Jung

Yesterday's dream was amazing. As far as hallucinations went, I believe that was the best I had ever lived to experience. It was as if I had met him, my dream boy. The electricity that shot through my body as he touched me was addicting. I felt like I needed more. I craved for more. It had all seemed so real. Even his intoxicating smell was better than ever. I had probably deluded myself so far into believing he existed that, for a split moment in time, he did. What about Jacob? my mind nagged. My mind and my heart fought constantly, as if they were beings of their own. In my heart, I loved Jacob in a way less than being in love with him and the aching feeling conflicted with the way I should feel with Jacob. When I came in contact with my dream boy, the ache was gone; I felt whole and alive. I seriously have one strong imagination. How was it possible for me to dream up a boy so real that everything he did affected me in a positive way?

"Bella.." Charlie called, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yes, Dad?"

"Are you alright? I thought I heard a noise."

"I'm quite fine." Actually, I was more than fine. My heart was beating erratically from all of my enthusiasm, but it was for the best that Charlie didn't know that.

"Oh. I.. uh.. guess I was just hallucinating." So was I. "Jacob will be over in just a few to take you out."

My heart drooped slightly. "'Kay. Thanks for telling me." I smiled as convincingly as possible. Once he was out of my room, I sighed and decided to ready myself for whatever Jacob had in store for me. Why can't I feel happy with him? I dressed simply, wearing a dark blue tee and jeans. In a matter of minutes, Jacob was there.

"Hey Bells."

"Hi Jake." I smiled. My smile wavered however when his eyes narrowed. "Is something the matter?"

"Was someone in your room?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Why would someone be in my room? Other than my hallucination, of course. But he wasn't exactly real. Was he? "Your room. It smells sickeningly sweet." I sniffed, not smelling any sweet odor. He picked up my nightwear shirt and grimaced. I took it from him and to my delight, his smell lingered on it. Not wanting to look like some drug addict, I placed it back on the rocking chair which also had a vestige of his scent. "Bells." I focused my concentration back on Jacob. He repeated his question. "Was someone in your room?"

The revelation hit me full force. He was real. No matter how crazy I thought I was, he actually existed in the same world, same dimension, same universe as me. He wasn't just a figment of my imagination. Internally, I felt embarrassed for yesterday's actions now knowing that he wasn't imaginary and that I had accused him of escaping out of my dream. "So he was real." I voiced aloud.

"A bl- person came in right?" Anger was rolling off him like waves. It was quite intimidating.

"I w-would believe so."

He sighed angrily before calming down and turning to face me. "Sorry about that. I just don't want him around you."

"Oh." Was the only rational response I could think of. "Why?"

"He.. hurt you. Before the jump. Listen, we should go for a walk and I'll tell you about it okay?" He asked, gently. I only nodded, afraid that he was still mad. "I promise I won't hurt you Bells. You've been hurt enough." He pulled me into a warm (more like fiery) embrace. I hugged him back, my arms barely reaching around his muscular torso, feeling slightly better in his arms. "Are you ready to go?" He whispered, his hot breath against my ear.

"Y-yes." I stuttered, blushing slightly. My heart protested but I was still a teenage girl being hugged by a muscular, good-looking guy. Darn those raging hormones.

At the beach in La Push, Jacob began explaining to me everything. How this guy who I thought was a wonderful person really left me to fend for myself. How he said he cared for me but never really did. Then it got all bizarre. He started talking about territories and mumbling about "bloodsuckers". He lost me by then but I couldn't believe this dream boy could have caused me so much pain. I didn't even remember him. And if he did cause me this pain, why was it when he was there, my pain seemed to go away? I didn't quite understand anything at this point so I had to stop Jacob's angered ranting.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa Jacob. Please calm down." He stopped, seething. "I'm.. confused."

"What confused you?" His eyes questioned me with a darkness that could only be the result of his fury. It scared me a little.

"Everything. But especially the part about bloodsuckers. What is that? Leeches are bloodsuckers right? Like the little nasty parasites that live in damp areas."

His laugh echoed every where at my statement. Frustrated at him and everything that I didn't know, I wanted to give him a good kick. Actually, I did. And I immediately regretted it. His muscles were so toned, even on his calves, that my foot lost feeling and I was hopping up and down. He stopped laughing to assess the damage. "Geez, Bell. You didn't need to kick me. You could have just asked me to stop."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Let me look at your foot."

"No!" I almost shouted. I softened my tone when I saw his face tense. "I just.. could you tell me what you meant about that then? I apparently don't know."

"Well, you got some of it right but what I meant by bloodsucker was the person who was in your room last night." He hesitated before continuing his statement. "He's a vampire. And.. I'm a werewolf."

I looked at him incredulously. "Oh. I see."

The last thing I heard before fainting was Jacob calling my name.

Up and fueled by curiosity, I paced around, occasionally stumbling over small pebbles and sticks. "So let me get this straight. The person who was in my room was a vampire and you're a werewolf."

"Yes." He gruffly agreed for probably the tenth time.

"Okay. I think I'm starting to calm down." Finally stable and able to grasp the concept, I sat down on the log next to him. "Sorry about that. I tend to overreact."

"'S okay. I'm quite used to it by now." He grinned.

"I'm glad you're able to deal with my craziness. You must really care."

"Of course I do. I love you."

My heart lurched. I wasn't sure I could say it back with the same amount of affection. I tried anyway. "I love you too."

He believed it, his grin widening even more. "Is your foot okay?"

"As okay as it would be after kicking a werewolf."

"You're not scared?"

"Why would I be? You're not going to hurt me right?"

"Right."

"There's nothing to be afraid of then." I smiled. The sun began to set, letting the darkness engulf it and all its glory. "We should really be getting back. Charlie's probably wondering where his dinner is." I teased, knowing well that Charlie could fend for himself.

He laughed. "Yeah, let's get you back home."

The drive home was silent. It gave me a chance to think about the curve ball that was thrown at me today. Unsure of the reason why, I felt oddly comfortable with all this information. Except for the fact that I had a vampire feening for my blood. Did more of them exist? Were there more creatures out there that I didn't know about?

From today's adventures, I learned new things; things I might not have wanted to recognize but they were there. They always would be there. Things that were of a darker nature than what the world was accustomed to. Things that were supposed to be frightening to the normal human psyche. In the end, this experience only confirmed one known fact about me.

I was not normal.