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My paws pound against the cold pavement, the muscles in my legs burning with each bound. My heart is racing, straining to its breaking point to push me faster. I breathe the night air in deeply, keeping the scent trail fresh in my nostrils. I shout in my head, knowing he can hear me.

Following the scent down an ally the trail disappears. I dig my heels into the ground but skid forward, turning around I sniff the air where the trail ends. My nose turns upwards and the scent grows stronger. I take a few steps back and jump as high as I can at the side of the building, my feet landing on the wall I push off and upwards again, building momentum as I jump to the top of the building. Landing on the roof just in time to see my prey leaping from building to building, I take up the chase again.

He's so damn fast; even carrying a body I can barely keep up with him. I pump my legs as fast as I can, leap as far as I can and I barely gain any ground at all. I watch him leap to another building far ahead of me and stop. I push harder, knowing I'm almost out of time. He takes a few steps away from where I will land. Leaping to his roof we square off.

The night air whipping around us I widen my paws to keep my balance. His brown hair, pale skin, and teeth bared in a cruel smile as he leans over Bella.

I feel rain start to fall… and I wake up. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I look up, it's Bella. The rain on my head was her finger gently tapping my skull.

"Wake up Jacob, Andrew's going to be mad if you sleep passed your break again."

"Sure, sure. Thanks Bella." I pull myself up from the floor and head back into the diner. Punching the clock to come back on I walk back to the kitchen and get back to cooking.

At least we're still speaking, I think to my self. Even with her album debuting in a few days she's still the Bella I've always known, I think. It's been almost a month since that night in the ally. We've been touchy since then, I've seen her apartment, helped her with a few things, just doing my best to be a good friend. As good as I can be considering her boyfriend. She showed me the computer he bought for her, the cell phone, all of the flowers and music. I might have been impressed if it weren't for that sickening smell, I can even smell it on her.

When he drops her off it's the strongest and always all over her, probably from a goodbye hug and kiss. Thinking about it makes me want to vomit, the idea of him kissing her. But she's always smiling now and, as much as I should, I can't bring myself to destroy that. How could I anyway? Oh Bella, by the way, your new boyfriend is a vampire. How do I know you ask? Well I can smell it. What do I mean? Oh, I'm a werewolf and I know what a vampire smells like. Perfect, she'll have to believe that, I'll tell her tonight. Yeah, right.

I look up at the ticket in front of me just to see an all too familiar pair of headlights pull up outside.

E

I pull up to the diner, same spot and same time as every night before. I hear the thoughts of everyone noticing my car but I focus on a space of silence, Bella's little bubble, as she moves around the diner. I catch a glimpse of her as she sees me; she smiles and goes back to working. I turn the key and let the engine die, same as every other night.

The difference tonight is that I am taking her to dinner uptown to celebrate her album. As I watch the people inside, I think on our relationship. We have been dating for three weeks and four days and I have to admit that it has been easier than I had anticipated. We are only ever able to spend time together later in the day or while she was recording. My schedule during the day keeps us apart as well but phone calls and dinners have been enough.

However, the boundaries of our relationship are vague to me. We have never been to the other's apartment, my nightly visits to her bedside notwithstanding. We have yet to kiss also, which is the most vexing puzzle of our time together. The employer and employee aspect still overshadows everything about us and keeps us from taking that next step. As much as we both want that step up from simply dating, we are both leery. I've seen it in her dreams; she worries that I will not accept her because of my wealth and status. If any thoughts to the contrary have entered her mind she does not dream about them. If only she knew how different my reservations were.

Though if she actually knew how torn I am when I am near her she would probably never stay. Before I can dwell on my problems any more, I see her at the door.

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His car roars to life, the headlights come on and I see him step out. I watch his graceful, almost otherworldly, walk as he rounds the front of the car and opens the door for me.

"Hello Bella." He says smiling. I slide into my seat and he closes the door. In the time it takes me to set my purse on the floor he's back in the car and we are pulling out of the parking lot.

"How was work tonight?" One thing I've noticed about Edward is that he is always interested in the most boring aspects of my day. It really feels genuine, not just him trying to make small talk.

"Nothing too exciting really. We weren't as busy tonight as we usually are."

"Did you get a chance to eat?" Again he's anxious to hear my answer.

"No, not yet." I answer, trying not to let on that I'm starving.

We pull up to my apartment and he turns to me. "Let me take you to dinner then."

We've never done anything spontaneously; the last two dinners we went on were planned very far in advance. "Right now?" I'm still in my work clothes.

"Not right away. I assume you would like to change." He says smiling.

"Well, sure. That sounds great." I smile back, glad to be spending more time with him tonight. He gets out of the car and opens my door, giving me his hand to help me up., and walks me to the door to my building and holds the door open for me when I unlock it.

"Take your time." He says, like he couldn't be happier just waiting for me.

I look at him standing there, the light of the street lamps showing the stark difference between his pale white skin and auburn hair. I can still feel his hand in mine, his skin is so cool, smooth like marble and almost as hard but it doesn't bother me. Maybe it's just me falling for him, or all the dreams I keep having about him, but my heart flutters any time he touches me and I can't wait for the next time we do.

"Do…do you want to come up?" He doesn't answer right away, and I panic. "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right. I just didn't see why you should have to wait out here for me."

"Not at all Bella, think nothing of it. I would be glad to, thank you."