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Author's Note: Okay, here's Chapter 3. Like I have said, I'm still trying to work out the kinks in this story. For some reason, I'm trying to fly through it. It doesn't seem to be flowing like it should and I can't figure out why. Please, bare with me just a little longer. I hope to figure out the problem soon. I hope you guys are liking this story, anyway. I'm enjoying trying to write something a bit difficult for me. You see, Bella isn't a character I particularly like. She annoys me to no end, and so does her sparkling walking corpse. (Sorry to all those who love Bella and Edward. It wasn't a dig at your preference. Just my opinion) Although I am Team Jacob all the way. I'm starting to realize that Bella and Edward are made for each other, simply because their personalities are so abhorent to everyone else. I don't understand Jacob's love for her, never have. That could be my problem with trying to write this story. Who knows. Anyway, I'm going to stop ranting now. Reviews are always welcomed and encouraged. Thanks so much!

We followed Emmett back to the Cullen's old house, which was huge by the way. Jacob was riding beside me, but Billy had decided to ride with Charlie. I wanted to know all of what happened, but I was terrified at the same time. My entire life was about to be turned on its head and I could do nothing to stop it. Jacob finally got out of the car and came to my door, opening it for me and extending his hand. I took it and followed everyone into the large living room, finding a seat on the couch. Everyone around me was tense and obviously had no clue where to start. We all waited, but we were getting nowhere. My foot had begin to tap out a rhythm in my anxiousness and I couldn't make it stop. Finally, I sighed.

"I know that Edward Cullen isn't my father, so, you guys can stop acting like you're going to shatter my heart if you tell me."

They glanced around in surprise, before Emmett turned to me, "When?"

"Yesterday. As soon as I saw Jake for the first time. I have his eyes."

"Why didn't you say anything, sweetheart?" That was my grandfather.

"I didn't want to cause anyone anymore pain." I looked straight at Jacob when I said this, "When you and Billy were talking about my mother, I noticed the look in his eye. It was hurting him to think about her. I didn't think me coming out and saying 'Oh, by the way, I know that everyone has been lying to me my entire life. Hey, dad!', would help anything."

Jacob chuckled and I smiled at him.

"We should have told you sooner, Sarah. We're sorry."

"None of you have anything to apologize for. My mother made this mess, she should take the blame for it."

"Don't blame your mother for all of this."

I looked at Jacob astonished, "Who should I blame then? Did you not want me? Did you tell her to take me and run?"

"No, of course I wanted you. You're my child."

"Then the blame falls on my mother and her husband."

"Sarah, sweetheart, there is more to all of this than you understand." Emmett said, looking at me sadly.

"Explain it too me then."

I heard Jacob sigh and I turned to him, "I have always loved Bella. I honestly can't remember a time when I didn't. When your mother moved back here, it just made it stronger but she fell in love with Edward. After her eighteenth birthday, he left her. She was shattered. I have never seen anyone so heartbroken. A few months passed and she came out of what we called her zombie state. I started hanging out with her, trying to put her back together. I had hoped she would give me a chance. She did."

"Go on."

"You know that Edward, and now Bella, are vampires?" I glanced at my grandfather, but nodded, "Good. Then you know about Emmett and the rest of your family, your adopted family anyway." I nodded again, "They aren't the only monster's your surrounded by."

"What do you mean?" I was confused.

"I'm a wolf, well, you would call me a werewolf."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!"

I looked around the room and saw how serious he was. Everyone knew this. They went on to explain that it was in the blood of certain Quileute families. Obviously, mine was one of them. Embry, Quil and Seth, the three boys I had met were also part of the pack. My father was the Alpha. I groaned, stood and began to pace. This was so far beyond anything I could have imagined. Why was I surrounded by creature's of myth on top of having a dysfunctional family? Wasn't my mother running away with me enough drama? Apparently not. I was mumbling to myself, completely off in my own world. As frustrating as all this vampire/wolf stuff was, it made sense. In a completely insane way, of course.

They continued to talk to, to try to explain, but I was to focused on my own thoughts to pay them much attention. I gave them half an ear. There was a triangle going on between my three parents not long before I was conceived, and continued after. Edward believed that my mother was his mate, which I knew. He thought that Jacob was trying to stop her from being happy, that the pregnancy was planned to keep my mother with him. The fact that my mother was almost nineteen when she had me and Jacob was almost seventeen tells me that Edward was being an idiot, which he was prone to do. Wait, what the hell is an imprint?

"Um, sorry, Jake, but what's an imprint?"

"An imprint is a wolf's, someone like me, soul mate. It works like love at first sight but stronger. For the wolf, it's like gravity no longer holds you to the planet, your imprint does. You would do anything for her, be anything. You are forever bound to your imprint. If they die, sometimes the wolf follows. You will never long another woman, or man, like you love your imprint."

"Okay, so, what does that have to do with my mother?"

"I imprinted on your mother the day we conceived you."

"But, if I understand how you explained it, shouldn't you have imprinted the first time you saw her after you changed?"

"Typically, yes. You're really smart, kid." He smiled at me, "Your mother was fighting against me and the imprint. She was so obsessed with Edward Cullen that she could see nothing else. After he left, and I put her back together, she fell in love with me. Which means she no longer saw just Edward Cullen, but me as well. Her heart opened up to me and accepted that she was in love with me."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a second. Let me get this straight," What my mother did to my father hit me like a slap to the face, "You, my mother and Edward had some weird love triangle thing going on. Edward thought my mother was his mate, but he left her. Then you fixed her, brought her back from a self-imposed zombie state, and imprinted on her meaning that she is technically your mate. Have I been keeping up so far?"

"Yes." Jacob said, nodding.

"Which means that my mother is the most selfish, idiot, cruel, manipulative person on the planet. She left you for him, She left you and took me with her. She didn't just break your heart as a teenager, like I believed. Oh no, I saw the during and after Bella photos. She destroyed you. You didn't even look like the same kid. All the life in your eyes was gone. My mother did that! And you are honestly going to sit here and defend her?"

I was furious. No, I was beyond furious. How can a person do that to another human being? How could they completely destroy someone like that? Imprinting is forever, kind of like marriage. It requires you to be loyal to your imprint. My mother was having a child with hers and she left this warm, kind, loyal, and loving man for the cold shell of what use to be a human being. I don't care what anyone says, Jacob and his pack are human. Edward, my mother, and Uncle Emmett aren't. They stopped living a long time ago. I looked around at my family that was surrounding me and felt an overwhelming sense of disgust and hate rush through me towards my mother and Edward Cullen. Jacob had a spark in his eyes now that probably hadn't been present since my mother left. I put it there. He was slowly coming back to life because he now had his daughter. He was right. They weren't taking me anywhere.

"She still my imprint, Sarah."

"She's dead, Jacob. She's cold, no heart beat, no warmth. Until I saw those pictures I couldn't tell you what her natural eye color was. She exists, but she doesn't live."

"Well, now that the explanation's over, "I smiled at Emmett, How are we going to keep them from dragging her back to New York?"

"I'm twenty-three years old. I'm not going anywhere with those two anytime soon, twenty-three or not."

I knew they could see the resentment, distrust, disgust, and hate swirling in my eyes. I wasn't trying to hide it. No point in it, they were going to see it anyway as soon as I see my mother. Now, how to keep my lovely parents from getting too me? My grandfather's house is out. It's fairly obvious that they can go there. The Cullen's old house is out too, as they lived there. I glanced at Billy and Jacob and smiled. They were discussing option's, as well.

"What about La Push?"

"What?"

"Can the Cullen's set foot in La Push?"

"No, it's an act of war if they do. Well, Emmett is the exception."

"Then I can stay in La Push. They can't touch me there."

They looked at Each other and smiled. Why they didn't think of that is beyond me. I mean, they have lived here their entire lives. They should know where they could and couldn't go. At least we had a plan, and It was one that I couldn't wait to be a part of.