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I moved through the base like a wraith, using my speed and reflexes to the maximum. I was at the exit hatch in seconds.
It was only then that I stopped to consider my actions. If I left now, in the middle of the night, I was sure someone would know. Would they follow? Would I be reprimanded? Would it be considered an escape?
Thoughts and possibilities flowed through my mind like a ferocious river.
But the river evaporated as I remembered the heat of my dream, I had to go to him, I had to know and I no longer cared about the consequences.
I placed my palm on the pad next to the hatch and hoped it would release the door. If it didn't, I could always pull the thing right off it's hinges.
It opened with a friendly sounding tone and I pushed the door outwards with unnecessary force. The door slammed to a halt, sending a jarring vibration straight up my arm. Shit, the tree.
Maya must have been asleep and I had no intention of walking her up and explaining why I needed to get out.
I took a deep breath before sliding as much of my body as I could out of the space that had been created. Then I began to claw.
The roots and bark and flesh of the tree came away under my nails surprisingly easily, allowing me to literally tunnel my way out.
I pulled myself out through my self-created hole and dusted the dirt and debris from myself before once again taking a moment to revel in my surroundings.
I could hear tiny scurrying insects in the ground, the brook in the distance and birds calling from above, warning one another of my presence.
I wondered how I would find the man again. Would he find me? Would he be in wolf or human form?
I began to move through the dense foliage at a jog, not really sure of where I was going. It was then that I felt that strong pull from the centre of myself and I knew he was near.
I arrived at the brook, it was gurgling merrily as tiny silver fish darted through it's meagre depths.
A rustle caught my ear and I snapped my head up to stare at the empty clearing before me. He was there, I could sense him.
Should I speak? Let him know I wouldn't run this time?
I settled for simply saying "I know you're there. Please come out."
As he stepped through the clearing I thought I was dreaming. There was simply no other explanation for the sight before me.
It was as though the whole world was just shades of grey compared to the beauty of him.
Silky black hair framed the angular lines of his face. His jaw was strong with lips that were full and moist as though he had just licked them, they looked deliciously soft.
His skin was honey over polished copper, it literally glowed with the warmth that emanated from him.
My gaze travelled down his body, he was not naked this time. Instead he wore a ragged pair of grey sweats that clung to his hips wonderfully. I bet his ass looked fantastic.
I forced myself to look at his face again and his eyes made my heart splutter and my breath catch in my throat, not to mention my mouth hang open.
They were framed both above and below by long thick rows of lashes that any woman would have killed for. The irises were slightly larger than in normal eyes and were the most beautiful, richest shade of brown I had ever seen. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed all this the first time, perhaps if I had I would never have run away.
He was looking at me like I was water in a desert, like I was the most spectacular thing he had ever seen in his entire life and I wondered if my expression was the same. I was certain in that moment that god had taken every single conscious and unconscious desire I have ever had and created the man in front of me – there was simply no other explanation for such a perfect being to be standing before me.
His full lips pulled up into a smile and I felt like the sun was shining on me for the first time and suddenly, with movements almost as quick as my own he darted forwards and pulled me into his arms.
I can't fully express how truly wonderful the feel of his embrace was mixed with his scent.
Arms of pure corded muscle crushed me into him as his intoxicating aroma pulled me into oblivion. He smelled so good, I was salivating in more than one place, my skin flushed blazing hot and I had an overwhelming urge to wrap my legs around his bare torso, thread my fingers through his hair and kiss every part of him I could reach.
But instead I hung there limp in his embrace, unable to react at all.
He gently released me and placed me back onto the ground whilst staring intently into my eyes, his brows knitted together.
I stared dumbly back at him, mesmerised by the beautiful stranger. I knew I should say something but I was afraid that if I reacted at all then he would disappear and I would awake alone, with no memory of my dream like I had almost every morning.
"Ness?" His voice was shaky and tentative but rich and bassy at the same time. Hearing it say my name sent shudders of pleasure shooting down to the tips of my numb fingers.
I swallowed before deciding to answer, still desperately afraid that as soon as words passed my lips my dream would pop into nothingness like a burst bubble.
"H..How do you know my name?" Was all that managed to come out and I regretted it immediately.
He recoiled from my words as though they had taken physical from and pierced his heart.
"Do you know who I am?" he whispered. The words did not cause me pleasure this time.
My eyes stung with tears and my lips shook as I answered "I…..I'm sorry. I don't r-remember" I desperately wanted to tell him that even though my brain was a bit slow on the uptake my body sure as hell seemed to remember him, but I lost the power of speech when he moved forwards again and crushed his lips to mine in a fierce kiss.
My reaction involved no thought, my body had taken complete control and my mind had willingly succumbed.
I pressed myself into the contours of his body and wrapped my fingers in his hair as he groaned into my mouth before brushing my bottom lip with his tongue. I granted him entry and fireworks danced behind my eyes as I tasted him.
He lifted me off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his growing bulge press against my centre and it made my insides liquefy with burning pleasure.
He wove a hand into my hair and gently eased my head back, it broke the kiss which elicited a growl of protest from me but it quickly melted into tiny whimpers of pleasure as he began kissing me down the length of my neck.
He made his way down to my collarbone where he gently circled his tongue in the hollow of my throat before bringing his lips up to my ear and whispering in a throaty growl "Is this ringing any bells?"
All I could think was If I say yes will you keep going? but I couldn't catch my breath for long enough to give him the answer.
He released me slowly, gently placing me back onto the soft earth. My legs gave way but he caught me effortlessly, stirring feelings inside me that I didn't know I was capable of having.
He stared into my eyes and I became lost in the swirling chocolate pools. "You have to tell me what's going on Ness. Do you know where you are? Do you know how you got here?"
I tried to collect myself but it was virtually impossible. My body was reacting in ways that were well out of my control.
"For the love of the spirits Nessie, you have to answer me!" He shouted as his arms clenched the tops of my shoulders.
Tears were falling freely down my face, my brain was simply refusing to compose itself. "Please, I don't know. I....I thought you could tell me...I don't know why."
All the alarm and anger drained from his face as he watched my tears fall and a look of such pure tenderness replaced them. His arms gently encircled me again as he pulled us both to the ground and placed me in his lap.
"Do you know your full name?" He asked gently.
"Vanessa Black." I answered through intermittent sniffles.
"Your drivers licence." He said brusquely.
"It was all I had when they found me."
"It's a fake, that's not your real name."
I suppose the revelation should have shocked me, but it didn't. I think I knew something was wrong with that licence the moment I saw it.
"You know my real name?" I asked gently, trying to hide the eagerness in the question.
He stiffened slightly and then began to gently rock me back and forth.
"Your real name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen, you were born on the tenth of September, two thousand and six, you came from a small town in Forks, Washington and you were kidnapped over three weeks ago by some assholes who signed their own death warrants as they did it." He said the last part with a growl that vibrated through my body.
I stayed silent, unable to respond and yet utterly sure he was telling me the complete truth.
"I don't know where the hell we are but it's not....home. I managed to hold on as they took you but we got...separated and I've been searching for you ever since."
"Who are you?" I finally asked.
He inhaled deeply before responding. "I'm Jacob Black, your Fiancee."
My eyes bugged, Fiancee?! I turned my head to look up at him. The beauty of his face struck me once more and I considered that if he really was my husband to be I was one lucky amnesia chick. "Really?" I asked, unable to conceal the grin that was tugging at the corners of my mouth.
He grinned at me, revealing a perfect set of pearly whites. "Oh yeah, really."
We sat in silence for a moment, he had stopped rocking me but was holding me firmly to him as though I might start squirming and run away again. Yeah. Right.
"If you don't know who I am, why did you come back?" He asked tentatively.
I briefly considered lying to make myself sound less weird, but in the end I decided to tell him the truth.
"I...had a dream." I started before he cut me off.
"Show me."
I frowned "What?"
"Show me your dream."
"I...seriously, what?"
He took my hands in his and placed my palms on the sides of his smooth face.
"Do you remember it?"
"Yes." I said with complete certainty.
"Remember it now." He commanded gently.
I allowed it all to come rushing back. The images, the thoughts and feelings. He gasped and I felt him begin to grow and push against the small of my back.
By all rights and purposes I should have felt uncomfortable but instead I pushed into him, eliciting a small but satisfying groan from his lips.
As the images from my dream faded, they were replaced with new and even more graphic ones. I wanted him to do things to me, to take me right there on the floor of an alien forest in an alien world.
He was panting as he released my hands from his. I didn't allow them to drop though, instead I stroked his cheekbones with my thumbs, revelling in the fact that the temperature of his skin seemed to increase with every stroke.
I don't know how it happened but in less than a second I was suddenly straddling him on the soft ground.
I moved my hips rhythmically against the struggling bulge in his tattered sweatpants, feeling a burning, tingling heat spreading from my core outwards.
There was no thought in my head, only desire, only him. I saw him shutter his eyes, trying to gain control but I wouldn't allow it. I began placing kisses all over his bare, muscled chest, circling his nipples with my tongue then grazing ever so lightly with my teeth. He yelped and then bucked his hips and ground them into mine. I gasped loudly, feeling internal muscles contract. I was literally aching for him.
He flipped me over so that he was lying on top of me, I stared into his eyes and a beast of pure lust stared back at me. "Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked in a voice I'd not yet heard from him, it was a deep growl, thick and needy. I loved it.
"Yes" I answered breathlessly "Please Jake, I need you now."
My hands found his rear as I spoke and I pushed him down to grind against me again.
He kissed me, deep and hard. His tongue probed my mouth but carefully avoided my teeth, I noticed.
I returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, whimpering into his mouth.
We tore the clothing from one another with supernatural speed and precision. He placed nips and licks over every part of me as I bucked and moaned and begged for him.
He placed himself at my entrance and began to ease himself in. Too slow! I needed him immediately, wanted him so much it hurt.
One of his massive hands had both of my wrists pinned to the ground above my head, as though he knew I would love nothing more than to place my hands on his firm, rounded rear and force him deeper inside.
He leaned his head down so that his lips brushed my ear lobe, causing me to shiver with pleasure.
I began to push my hips into him, planting my heels firmly in the dirt but he whispered tenderly in my ear "I've been waiting so long for you, searching and calling. Now that I've found you, can't you wait just a few moments for me?"
The words sent tremors of pure pleasure through my body. There was no outside world any more, just me and Jacob Black performing an act so pure and true and carnal that there was no room for rational thought. No room for memory or realisation. Only reaction.
"My sweet, sweet Jacob. For you I would wait an eternity. For you I would die a thousand deaths or live forever." I breathed.
My words seemed to tip him over the edge, even though I didn't even realise what I was saying at the time.
He plunged fully into me, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. We both shouted with pleasure, screaming our rapture for the world to hear.
Again and again he thrust into me, I felt as though he was burrowing deeper each time. The delicious pressure was building in me, I knew soon it would be released and I would feel it work it's way through the very fibre of my being. The pace grew faster, faster and faster still until we came together with a combined scream of unadulterated bliss.
When he collapsed on top of me I felt as though my whole body was liquid. We both trembled with aftershocks as the breeze whipped across the sticky skin of our bodies, perhaps to some it would have been icy and harsh but to me it was cool and refreshing.
After some time, Jacob rolled off me and pulled me against his side. I rested my head on his bicep and felt my eyelids beginning to droop. I snapped them open again afraid that by going to sleep, I would actually be waking up from the most spectacular dream in known history.
Sensing my movement, Jacob rolled towards me slightly and reached out a hand to stroke my face and tuck stray ringlets behind my ears.
"Sleep, beautiful. I promise I'll be right here when you wake up." He murmured to me.
I thought that if I just rested my eyes then that would be OK. He was so warm and I was so comfortable.
As I drifted into blackness I could have sworn I heard him speak more words, but they were so fuzzy.
It sounded like he said something about laying entire civilisations to ruin before he allowed anyone to take me from him again.
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I awoke to absolute pitch black, knowing something was wrong. But I could never have guessed what was to come.
I would never have guessed I was going to come face to face with my own death.
However if asked if I would do anything different, were I to live that night again.
I would say no. Without hesitation. Without doubt.
No.
I shot up from my peaceful slumber, closely followed by Jacob. The night clung to everything like a blanket of velvet. My eyes saw perfectly well despite the only like coming from a few stars and barely a sliver of a moon.
"Whaizzit?" Jacob mumbled before stiffening as he sniffed the air around him. He was composed within a second and made a move to grab me, but I was too fast, managing to spring to my feet just outside of his reach.
He froze with his hands outstretched, looking at me as though I were a wild animal he was trying not to startle.
I could tell from his eyes that he was thinking I was going to run again.
Truth be told, even after what had happened I still hadn't gotten my memory back.
I had instead gained knowledge and trust. I knew everything he had told me was the truth and it made me confident that he would do anything in his power to help me remember.
I made no sound, instead choosing to look him directly in the eyes and place my index finger to my lips.
He comprehended immediately, getting to his feet and moving towards me. I noticed the whole outline of his body seemed to be shivering, as though he were a mirage.
I sensed, rather than heard or saw anything but it was enough.
I threw myself in front of Jacob just as a beam of blood red light shot through the trees, and I mean literally through the trees, cutting a path like a laser beam towards him.
Time stood still for just a moment. Like the entire universe was between breaths. Then things began to move again, but in slow motion, it seemed.
I turned my body to face him. His outline still shimmered like blacktop on the hottest day.
Jacob was staring at me with pure horror marring his perfect features. He wasn't staring at my face though, he was staring at my chest.
I followed his gaze to find a gaping, bloody mess. Half of my right breast and all the muscle underneath was missing, the ribs where the beam had hit were gone. I could see into my chest. There was so much blood.
I looked up into his face again and frowned in confusion.
I couldn't understand what had just happened.
I managed only one word before my legs crumpled beneath me.
"Jake."
As I fell I could have sworn I saw a shadow prowling between the trees, blacker than the night itself.
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A/N: I'm sorry to leave this on such a cliffhanger but when I realised the sheer size of this chapter I thought it would be best to cut it into two.
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I have to say that this is my favourite chapter so far – I wrote the scene where Jake comes through the clearing months ago and I've been itching to get to the point where I can use it ever since!
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