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I stood in the kitchen putting about a dozen sandwiches together, knowing Jake would definitely eat at least that many. While I did this I ran over in my head the proceedings of the morning.

Bella had definitely been someone I wasn't expecting to see so soon after learning about her and Jacob's past love for her. The way she talked to him now made me think that she still loved him too. This unnerved me. I knew I was Jacob's imprint and that he would love me forever, but just the thought of his previous fling being so close made very uneasy. Also, who on earth were the Volturi? Apparently they were bad since the vampires warned us about them. What were they though? If they could scare vampires and werewolves they must be something extremely sinister.

Suddenly, I felt warm arms snake around my waist, pulling them against their owner. I sighed contentedly, leaning into him as I paused in my act of sandwich making.

"I'm sorry about being so stiff before. I was just so worried about you," he murmured into my hair.

"Why? I thought they were vampires who didn't attack humans," I said.

"They are, but they could slip, plus, Bella is a newborn, and they tend to be extremely volatile," he explained. I nodded, mulling that all over for a minute.

"Bella seemed to still like you," I stated as I felt his lips come in contact with my neck.

"She did? I didn't notice," he said, sounding mildly surprised, but he continued his soft kisses.

"Mmhmm," I muttered, tilting my head to the side so he could have better access.

"The only thing I was worried about was you. I barely noticed Bella, I was surprised. I thought I would feel something, maybe even at least a little bit of love still left, but there was nothing, absolutely nothing."

I couldn't help but feel elated by this pronouncement. It made me feel a whole lot better. It didn't matter if Bella still loved him because he didn't love her back.

"That is weird," I said, cutting the last sandwich in half.

"Not really, I've imprinted, you're all that matters to me now," he said, turning me in his arms and kissing my lips gently.

"I feel vain for liking that, I should be nice and share, but I don't want to," I told him with a grin. He grinned back, kissing the tip of my nose.

"It's not vain, and I'm glad you want me all to yourself, it makes everything all the more alluring." I rolled my eyes at him as I stuck a sandwich in his mouth. He laughed as he grabbed it and began to eat. Not even I could distract him when food was in the picture, it made me jealous of the sandwich. Oh well, it only last's so long, unlike me, I'm stuck here for a while.

"Hey, how bout we go to Sam and Emily's tonight for dinner, we're probably going to be having a pack meeting anyways," Jacob said after his sixth sandwich.

"Ok, I need to get to know all of them eventually anyways. Emily was the one with the scars right? Poor girl, I wonder what happened," I mused, taking a bite of my own sandwich.

"Ya, that was her, make sure not to stare too much, Sam hates that," he told me.

"I wouldn't dream of it, I do feel bad for her though."

"Don't, it was a simple mistake."

"What was?"

Jacob sighed, knowing he had said too much. "Well, when Sam was the only one of the pack to have changed he, well, he lost control once around her and that was the result."

"Sam gave Emily those scars!" I said, shocked. How could she still love him?

"It was only an accident, and Sam's still really torn up about it. Imagine having to look at the woman you're in love with and see a face like that knowing it was your fault?" he shuddered, glancing at my face. "I can't even begin to imagine what he feels, even if I can feel his emotions."

"Ya, that is bad," I murmured. He then lifted my chin to look into my eyes.

"I would never hurt you, Drina," he said softly, guessing correctly about what I had been thinking about.

"I know, but I couldn't help but think about it after hearing that. I don't believe your wolf side is that bad," I told him with a smile.

"That's good," he responded, then we both went back to eating our sandwiches in a comfortable silence.

For the remainder of the day, before we went over to Emily's, was spent unpacking our things and I finally got around to calling my mother. As expected she was absolutely livid that I hadn't called sooner, but after I told her how much fun I was having her mood lightened considerably.

"Well, I'm glad you're having fun, and maybe in a week or two I'll drive out there, but I have some things around the house I need to get done first. So I hope you'll have more fun, and behave, I'll see you soon," she said.

"Ya, I will, bye mom, love you," I told her.

"I love you too, Drina, goodbye," she said, then we both hung up the phone.

"So what did your mother have to say about the delayed call?" Asked Jacob with a grin, he had obviously heard the first part since my mother had been yelling.

"She was pissed, but she said she might be coming here in a week or two!" I told him, happy that she was considering getting out of the house for a while, it would be good for her.

"That's good, I'm sure Billy will enjoy that, he rarely had new people to tell the Quileute legends too."

"I'm sure mom would be interested in that, she may not be Native American, but my father was, so that stuff interests her," I said, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the past tense. If he did he glanced over it and changed the subject.

"Well, it's about time to head over to Emily's," he said, standing up. I followed suit as we got into his car and drove a few miles to a small welcoming house.

"I'm sure the yellow shudders weren't Sam's idea," I smiled as we got out of the car.

"Nope, they were definitely Emily's, she said they brightened up the house," Jacob explained.

"They do," I agreed as we walked up to the front door and straight inside without knocking.

The interior was similar to Billy's. It was small, but cozy, and the smell of food hit us as soon as we had walked in the door.

Everyone I had met from the first day were here, and then some. Apparently there were a few members of the pack that had been patrolling and I hadn't gotten to meet them. I was amazed, as I looked around, that all of these people could fit into this tiny house comfortably, but everyone seemed to be quite comfortable since they were all talking and laughing.

"Oh, it's so good to see you again, Drina," Emily trilled merrily as she pulled a chicken out of the oven, then another one, and another one. Wow, I'm amazed that they haven't eaten this poor women out of house and home already.

"It's good to see you too Emily, do you need any help? You look sort of swamped," I said, looking at the huge pot of potatoes, a gigantic salad in the making, and the three large chickens.

"Help would be welcomed, thank you," she smiled. So I quickly moved into the kitchen and began to work on the Salad. Soon after, another person and his girlfriend, Kim (that I was soon reminded of) came in, and she, like myself, asked if she could help and we were soon all basting the three chickens.

"How can you possibly keep up with their stomachs Emily?" I asked, pulling one of the four pans of rolls out of the oven.

"You know, I honestly have no idea!" She said with a smile, Kim and I laughed.

"I asked her the same question when I came and I got the same exact answer, but now I know what she means!" Kim told me.

"Ya, you guys sure have your hands full," I said, wiping my hand across my forehead. I had accumulated a fine sheen of sweat there because of the two ovens and the stove working at top speeds, plus all the unnaturally high temperatures of the many werewolves present. Speaking of high temperatures, I felt a sudden warmth behind me, and when I turned I saw Jacob standing there with a big smile on his face.

"Is dinner almost ready?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and punched his arm gently, knowing full well the consequence of hitting him hard.

"Almost. God you guys are pigs! I hope you all help pay for this stuff!" I exclaimed. Jacob laughed and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my nose again. I think he was beginning to enjoy doing that.

"Don't worry, we do," he smiled. I smiled back, laying my head against his burning chest.

"I don't know how Emily does it, I'm already tired and she was at this hours before I came," I groaned.

"I don't either, it's a mystery to all," he laughed, burying his nose into my hair.

"Guess so," I murmured, content to stand here and breathe in his woodsy scent for a minute.

"Dinner's ready!" Emily called, and Jacob immediately let me go and hurried to the table.

"Well that lasted long," I grumbled, leaning back on the counter.

"You can never separate these men from food, it's their true love," Kim laughed. "Here, I got you a plate before they ate everything."

"Oh, thank you," I said, accepting the plate she held out to me.

"You're welcome," she smiled, going over to the couch where her imprint, Jared, sat.

I looked around and soon found Jacob sitting in an arm chair, shoving food into his open mouth. I rolled my eyes and went over to him, I'd distract him from his food for a moment, or so I hoped.

As soon as he saw me he moved his plate from his lap to the armrest, making it available to me. I smiled and sat on his lap, curling up into him just enough to where he could feel every curve of my body, but still maintaining the ability to eat.

As I had expected he paused in his act of eating to look at me. I gave him a devilish smirk and continued to eat.

"Why must you always do this to me?" He asked.

"Shh, I'm competing with the food!" I told him in a harsh whisper.

He grinned, "there's no competition…the food wins."

I hit him, hard, hurting my hand and thus swearing. The rooms reaction with instantaneous. Everyone broke out in a fit of laughter. Damn, I forgot that they all have super sensitive hearing. They probably heard that whole conversation, how embarrassing.

Jacob was laughing the hardest of course so I proceeded to continue eating in an angry silence. Eventually it died down a bit and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I shrugged them off and stood up, moving over to the couch to sit next to Abby.

"Aww, come on Drina, you have to admit, that was really funny!" Jacob said, getting up and coming over to kneel down in front of me.

"I don't think it was funny," I said coldly, turning my head away from him.

He was silent for a minute, then took my hand in his, the warmth made it throb harder, so I flinched and pulled it away.

"Sorry about your hand, but that was your fault," he chuckled, moving closer and leaning over me.

"You were being a jerk," I told him, not really angry with him, but more or less extremely mortified. In fact, his closeness was making it very hard indeed to keep up the 'I hate you' charade.

"I was only kidding, I'd choose you over the food any day…well, most of the time," he added as an after thought. I huffed and tried to push him away.

Of course, he didn't budge an inch, so I crossed my arms and scowled.

"I'm not moving until you accept my apology," he said defiantly, scooting closer to me so he could rest his cheek on my knees. I couldn't help but look down, and what I saw didn't help.

He was now sitting on the ground in front of me, his long legs curled up beneath him. His hands were gently stroking my thighs as his head lay on my knees with his eyes closed so his long eyelashes brushed his cheeks. I gulped and immediately lifted my head to the television that was now showing a football game. I pretended to watch it as I tried to ignore his hands as they gently rubbed my thighs and ran smoothly down over the backs of my calves.

"Would you please stop doing that!" I scolded, trying to pry his fingers off my upper thigh, but they didn't give as he continued to rub it gently.

"Nope, you have to forgive me first," he told me with a grin.

"Fine, I forgive you!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled softly and slowly removed his hand, but in turn, he stood up, lifted me momentarily off the couch and slid smoothly underneath me so I was once again perched on his lap.

"Was that really necessary?" I asked him with a sigh even as I curled up into him.

"Yes, it was very necessary," he told me, kissing my forehead.

"You're so annoying sometimes."

"I know I am."

"That wasn't a lie."

He chuckled as he nuzzled the top of my head gently before turning and starting up a conversation with Jared.

We spent the rest of the evening at Emily's. I helped her and Kim clean up before Jacob complained of being tired and dragged me from the house as I said my hurried goodbyes.

"You're not really tired, are you?" I asked with a grin as we got into his car.

"Not at all," he smiled, starting the engine and pulling it smoothly out of the driveway and onto the road.

"So what was the rush then?" I asked skeptically.

"I wanted to be alone with you," he smiled.

I blushed and looked away from him out the window.

The ride was silent as we made our way to his house and into the driveway. Billy seemed to be asleep already because the house was dark. When I inquired upon this fact Jacob informed me that Billy was actually gone tonight.

"He's staying at Sue's house…Leah's and Seth's mom, their dad died a while back so she's been pretty miserable."

"Oh, that sucks," I said, hating the uncomfortable subject this conversation landed on.

"Ya, she's pretty torn up about it, so Billy stays over there sometimes," Jacob explained as he threw himself onto the couch and patted his lap. I moved over to him and sat down like I was motioned to do, sinking into him because he was nearly laying down, only his head and torso were propped up on a couple pillows.

"Jacob, there's something I need to tell you," I said softly, running my pointer finger in a nervous circle on his bicep.

"Ya?"

"Um, you know how my dad was never around when we were at my house?" I asked, I felt him nod. "And how I would cry at night when you weren't there," he nodded again. "That's because…" I paused to take a deep breath, I had never told anyone this before and I didn't know where to begin, but I had a feeling he would understand this more than anyone else.

"…A vampire killed him," I murmured. Jacob stopped breathing and I lifted my head to look into his face. It was shocked as he stared down at me, worry and confusion swirling in his dark brown eyes.

"I-I didn't know it at the time of course," I looked away from him and to my hands instead, I began to twist them nervously. "But when you told me about vampires, it all just clicked, I thought that was what he was, but I tried to convince myself that they weren't real, that I was just imagining things. Now however, I know it's what he was, he had to be." I shuddered then and Jacob's arms constricted around me, clutching me tightly as though he was trying to protect me from my own mind. Of course that was impossible, but it did make it manageable.

"I-I don't think I'm ready to explain it…it was too horrible," I shuddered.

"You don't have to, Drina. You can tell me when you're ready."

I smiled, looking up into his worried face.

"Thank you, Jacob, I promise I will tell you, but I need more time," I told him softly, pressing my lips to his collar bone.

"Take all the time you want, I'll be right here when you're ready, but in the mean time…" he began on a happier note. "We can be alone because my dad isn't here."

I shivered at the thought as his lips came in contact with my temple.

"I like that idea," I said softly, flipping onto my stomach so I could see his face. We were now laying chest to chest on the couch, propped up slightly on some pillows.

"That's good, because I do too," he grinned, running a hand down the side of my face. I then realized in that instant that Jake and I hadn't really been this alone before, and it made my stomach twist nervously.

To get rid of some of the butterflies I leaned in and placed a soft kiss onto the hollow at the base of his throat, making a soft guttural sound escape his lips.

"Ugh, why do you have to be so hot?" I groaned, my hands roaming over his customarily bare chest.

"Are we speaking in temperature terms or looks?" He asked with a grin. I smiled up at him.

"Both actually."

"Well, thank you. You're pretty hot yourself." He winked playfully at me, I giggled.

"I'd hope so," I said, running my hand over the muscles of his arm. I swear, he was absolutely flawless! It couldn't be fair to be this outrageously good-looking. What made me even more happy, was that he was mine. I got to keep this perfect man all to myself, I had to share at mealtimes of course, but otherwise he was all mine. It made me feel selfish and like I should share, but I didn't want to. He is one thing I was going to allow myself to be vain about and keep to myself. I don't think I'd be able to handle it if I saw him with someone else, It would probably nearly kill me, but the way he was looking at me now made it quite plain that he didn't want to be with anyone else either. We were both quite content to be here in each others arms and kiss ourselves silly. Sure sounded like a good plan to me, so I leaned in and pressed my lips roughly to his. If we were going to get anywhere we had to start somewhere, and kissing seemed just the place to begin.

Just as I suspected he groaned into my mouth and threaded his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place.

Then a car pulled into the driveway, making us spring apart. I groaned audibly, and Jacob didn't look to happy either.

"Oh, I didn't think you two would be back so early. Sorry I'm late, Sue and I were playing cards," Billy said as he rolled himself into the house and Sue pulled out of the driveway.

"Ya, it was pretty fast at Sam and Emily's," Jacob said dryly.

"I interrupted something, didn't I?" Billy asked, his face crinkling up into a smile as he caught sight of my disappointed face. I tried to hide it, but it was no use, I was thoroughly disappointed.

"Kind of, but we're tired anyways so I think we're gonna head to bed," Jacob said, taking my hand and leading my down the hallway.

"Night Billy!" I called back, feeling weird for just leaving him standing there. Jacob quickly pulled the door shut behind us and dragged me to the bed, pushing me down onto it and climbing on top of me. Before I could remind him that his dad was indeed home his lips were demanding against mine. So I gave in and kissed him back, running my hands over her sloping back muscles.

"Sorry, I just had to kiss you," Jacob gasped as he pulled his lips away from mine so we could breathe for a minute.

"No worries, I didn't mind," I grinned, he chuckled.

"Well, we should get to bed, we don't want Billy to get any ideas," he said, moving to lay next to me.

"Ya, you're right," I sighed, reaching down and un-doing my jeans so I could kick them off. Jacob smiled as he pulled the blanket over us and grasped my leg, hitching it up onto his hip. I blushed, looking up into his face.

"I thought we were going to bed, Jacob," I said.

"We are, I'm just getting comfortable. Goodnight," he grinned, kissing my lips once more.

"Night you weirdo."

Sorry this chapter is so uneventful, it's one of my filler chapters, it'll get better soon though, no worries!! Please review, even negative ones are welcome, i want to get better! Thanks!