AN: Alright, alright. If I ever have any little Jacob/Nessie one-shots, I'll just post them in this story. This idea came to me and I couldn't NOT write it. Thank you for all the reviews and tell me what you think about this chapter!

P.S Check out my story on Carlisle and Esme, it's real good. I'm extremely proud of it!! :D

It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Did I ever think about it? Sure I did. Did I ever think I would actually do it? No...

At least not consciously.

But when the opportunity was presented to me, instinct took over. An inexplicable need roared from deep inside and I was powerless against it. I had never smelled blood out in the open before. I hadn't, truly. I saw myself as being able to resist if the situation was ever to arise. But given the mood I was in; the inevitable was unavoidable. The intense feelings and overreacting did not help the case.

I had never tasted human blood until that day.

Afterward I wondered how I could ever go back to animal blood. I saw myself struggle with the knowledge that human blood tastes better. A thousand times better.

My mother was strong. She avoided and fought against the deep need for the warm, sweet, inviting liquid. It was easy for her - of course, she struggled but somehow she always pulled through. Because I am partly human I never felt the complete need for blood, so it was easy to manage the thirst. But I was also part vampire; with a father who had given into temptation on several occasions. So I had a voice in my head that always teased me with the possibility of just having a little taste.

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We were walking innocently enough through the forest. We edged our way toward a mountain to which we began to climb. It was a fun, relaxing day with just the two of us. No wolves. No vampires. Just Nessie and Jacob.

We scaled the mountain side laughing and joking along the way. We barely had to concentrate; it was like a sixth sense, knowing where to put our feet and hands so we could climb higher up the mountain.

But being part human made me a little shaky at times. But it was such little mistakes that it was nothing that could hinder my climbing. I lost my hold grabbing a rock as it crumbled underneath my hand. I lost my balance for a split second and Jacob was already pulling me off the mountain and throwing me over his back. I could have easily just continued on - Ihadn't even panicked during that little misstep, but Jacob was acting as if I was about to pummel to my death.

"Jacob! You're overreacting!" I snapped. I held onto his shoulders loosely as I reached over him to grab a sturdy looking rock that would be the perfect way to continue my climbing, but Jacob pushed my hand away before I could touch. "Jacob," I gritted my teeth in irritation.

Jacob ignored me as he raced up the mountain side faster. He obviously just wanted to get us to the top sooner now.

"So what if I fell?" I grumbled.

"'So what'?" He growled.

"It's not like I'd die!"

"You don't know that. You've never fallen off a mountain. And no - you're not going to prove me wrong by jumping off my back!" He tightly gripped my wrists that were rested around his neck and proceeded to climb with only one arm. I had to admit I was quite impressed.

Once we reached a reasonably spaced ledge I jumped off his back. I felt so angry at his asinine comments that I pushed him away from me. He stumbled back a couple steps.

"Aw come on, Nessie, don't be like that," he complained. I glared at him as ferociously as I could to convey my agitation.

"You're a jerk! What, do you think I'm some damsel in distress that needs your help all the time?" I snapped shoving him again.

"No! I'm sorry it's just like a second nature to protect you -"

"Oh, just shut up!" I wheeled away from him and crossed my arms. I tried to keep myself from pushing him again.

"Look, Ness, it's only - I'm stronger than you and I figure that I can do a better job at protecting you!"

I turned toward him sharply and stared at him with my mouth open. How dare he say that to me? I took two strides toward him and slapped him across the face as hard as I could.

"Stronger?" I screeched. I really don't know what came over me. What I did next could only be explained as a rage blackout or something. He didn't try to defend himself - he just took it all; and I whaled on him as hard and as forcefully as I could. Was I doing this to prove a point? I'm not sure.

But finally I pushed him with all my might and he actually lost his footing. He fell forward and smashed his head against a rock. A loud crack resounded throughout the viscinity and I knew that if my family were really listening they would hear it. I froze in shock for a second before I smelled the blood.

I really didn't want to hurt him. At least not to the point where his skull cracked, but I did.

In an instant I was hovering over his limp body. I think I actually knocked him out cold. A part of my brain was screaming in panic.

The other - more dominant - part was screaming at me to taste. I kneeled over his unconscious frame. The blood called to me. Begged me. Pleaded with me. My heart was pounding so loudly, and with each beat it was like a mantra screaming: drink, drink, drink.

I mean, it was only Jacob. It's not like it's an actual human.

I moved my mouth closer to his forehead. I could see it working to heal fast. I didn't have much time if I wanted it. He was beginning to wake up as he groaned and winced. His eyes were closed tightly as he came to.

The desire in my body was undeniable. My throat burned and contracted with need. His eyes opened slowly.

"Nessie?"

I put my mouth over his cut before he could ask anything else. The moment his blood touched my lips I knew that there was nothing I wanted more in that moment. It tasted so heavenly.

I sucked. Jacob gasped.

His arms lifted slowly, to stop me. But instead of pushing me off he gripped onto my arms tightly. I had my hands on either side of his face to keep it steady.

Oh God. The pleasurable feelings that coursed through my body as I drank deep were too much for me to take at times. But I could never stop. I needed to be closer to him. So I swung my leg over and straddled his body, squeezing it tight between my legs. I groaned as more gulps of blood filled my system. It was pure ecstasy. The waves of pleasure that hit me one after the other was the best feeling. The blood soothed the burning in my throat and I felt right.

Jacob made a noise. But it wasn't one of pain. He moaned. He held onto me tighter and if it were possible he was urging me to be closer.

With each mouthful of blood I drifted further and further from Jacob. My mind was far away and I didn't think it would ever come back. At least not in time.

But Jacob was a big guy, it wouldn't be a quick process to drain all his blood.

"Nessie," he uttered...weakly.

That's when my brain came crashing back into my head.

I tore myself away from him and put a fair distance between us.

Jake breathed in deeply as he tried to regain his focus. I was holding my breath so I wouldn't have to smell his intoxicating blood anymore.

"Oh...wow," he coughed.

I whimpered, feeling absolutely horrible. I was the worst person ever. The worst imprintee ever.

"Ness. Come over here," he tried to pull himself up into a sitting position but he was still weak from the lack-of blood. He crooked a finger toward himself. I shook my head vehemently.

"No, I'm good over here," I choked out.

The only noise that was made over the next few minute was the both of us trying to catch our breaths. When I finally had the courage to inhale again (it was becoming increasingly difficult), I was relieved to find that his cut had healed close.

I eventually dared myself to look at him. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his hands in his lap staring at me. Disbelief was plastered across his face.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked.

He waved me off and never took his eyes off of my shrinking body.

"Nessie, relax. Come over here," he repeated. But I responded just the same as I had before. No.

He sighed and he shakily crawled over beside me. I flinched away from him but he just placed his hand on my cheek. His thumb brushed what I assumed was blood from the corner of my mouth. He sniffed his thumb that now was stained with his own blood. He licked it slightly before cringing.

"Ugh, that's awful," he muttered.

I nodded slowly, not agreeing. He watched me carefully.

"So...that was new," he hedged, wanting a reaction from me.

I nodded again. I began to rock back and forth as I hugged my knees close to my chest.

"Nessie...it's okay," he said.

I snapped my eyes up and caught his eyes. "That was not okay!" I said harshly.

He sighed again and scooted closer to me. I hated that he was so forgiving. I was a monster and that was the first time I ever perceived myself as that. I had heard my dad mention how he was a monster a few times but now I understood what he meant. I silently cursed him - if that's where I got it from. Thanks, Dad.

"Well, can I confess something to you?" he asked. I didn't answer so he took that as an affirmative. He hesitated greatly. "I'm a complete hypocrite for saying this but...it wasn't horrible."

"What?" I asked quickly. "What do you mean?" I was disbelieving. I can't believe he was saying what I think he was saying.

He gritted his teeth and sort of looked embarrassed. "It felt...good."

"No," I breathed.

"Yes."

I mulled over what he said for a long while.

"I really can't believe I did that," I repeated the mantra aloud; the same one that was going through my head over and over.

"It's fine, I can't say that I hadn't thought about it."

"What?" Jacob kept surprising me with every thing that was coming out of his mouth.

He was bashful again. "Well, I actually had a dream that this had happened once."

"Oh God," I groaned, pressing my forehead against my knees. "That's horrible, Jake."

He laughed. "No, it wasn't. It was a very good dream. But it was much better in real life -"

"Shut up." I didn't want to hear it anymore.

"You're not gonna give yourself a pity party are you? I'm fine, it's over. I don't care."

"You don't care?" I struggled with. I was turning him into a monster-worshiper. Bad, Nessie. Bad, bad, bad.

"Oh for crying out - you are such your father's daughter," he complained. I pouted, not bothering to respond to that.

I felt his large hand on my shoulder as he pulled me away from my knees. "What do you want me to say?" he begged.

"Say that I disgusted you," I urged.

"My pride really wants to agree with that. The amount of times I was angry with Bella for being so weak when it came to you vampires - I never understood her desire to be sucked -"

"Argh," I interrupted.

He chuckled. "Okay, I'll stop."

"Leah's gonna be mad at me."

"Don't worry about it."

"My dad and mom are gonna be so shocked."

"Nessie -"

"Papa is gonna be incredibly disappointed." A rise of insanity began.

"Nessie -"

"How will anyone ever look at me the same again?" I wondered, panicking.

"Nessie! Everyone will forgive you. It was no big deal!"

"Oh, but it was!" I'm hysterical.

"I'm still alive, so I say it's no big deal," his voice became sharp. It took a lot for Jacob to become a little snappy. He was always so happy and patient with me. So I knew that it was now time for me to be quiet. No more, Nessie.

He brushes the hair from my face in a soothing matter that causes my eyes to droop. I feel exhausted and strangely, drained.

"You want to sleep?" he asks me softly.

"Mmm. I want to be in my own bed," I say with my eyes now closed completely. The rocky surface is not as enjoyable as my bed which seems to be calling out to me.

I can hear the smirk in the way Jacob says, "I'll take you home." I allowed him to cradle me in his arms and begin to jump down the mountain and back onto the solid ground. I felt much better once Jacob started at a run. My thoughts drifted and all I concentrated on was Jacob's steady breathing as I kept my eyes closed through the duration home. I'm so glad he was still breathing...

When we arrived back home. I heard my mom's footsteps approach us once we were inside. Jasper could be distinctly heard in his study. Other than that the house seemed fairly quiet which was odd. Where was everyone?

"Jake, why are you bleeding?" my mom's voice broke through the hypnotizing sound of Jake's breathing.

"I was. It's fine now. Don't worry about it."

"Jacob, what -"

"Not now, Bella. Later, okay?" Jacob interrupted her quickly. I guess my mom could smell the human blood in my system. I winced slightly at her new knowledge.

"Is she okay?" my mom inquired.

"Yeah, she's fine. I'm gonna take her to her room," he explained. Jacob climbed up the stairs and before I knew it he was placing me gently on my bed. I sighed, content.

Jacob pulled away and I held onto his shirt tightly.

"What?" he laughed.

"Stay with me," I commanded.

His feet shuffled and I opened one eye to see him look at me, conflicted. He shook his head and leaped over my body and was behind me on the bed without making it creak at all. His arms snaked over my waist and he yanked me close to his stomach. He was so tall that his feet dangled over the edge of the bed.

I smiled and kissed his jaw from the angle I was at.

My mom was listening very carefully from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and pushed myself further into Jacob who groaned quietly into my ear. I think I hit a sensitive spot. Yeah, I definitely did. I smiled, pleased.

"Sleep?" I proposed.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I'm drained."

I frowned and he felt me tense.

"It's okay," he shushed in my ear and before I knew it I was out cold with Jacob's arms wrapped around me.

When I woke up, I was full of energy. Honestly, I never felt so good. I untangled myself from Jacob and skipped to my bathroom that was connected to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my eyes bright with excitement. I grinned but noticed stains of blood on my teeth, I quickly grabbed my tooth brush and scrubbed my teeth thoroughly. I ran a brush through my messy hair and splashed water on my face.

I jumped out of the bathroom to see Jacob sprawled across the bed now that I was no longer there. His mouth was hanging open and his snores were just as loud as ever.

Once I dressed in fresh new clothes, was only when I heard the rest of my family seemingly back home. I frowned and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It was six-fifty-two in the morning! Whoa, we'd been asleep for over fifteen hours. Hmph.

"Nessie," I heard my dad beckon me. I bit my lower lip, nervous as to how much my dad actually knew. But seeing as how he probably heard my thoughts: he knew it all. I took one last glance at Jacob before heading down the stairs without the previous spring in my step.

When I reached the living room, my entire family was sitting there waiting. I couldn't exactly look any of them in the faces, feeling ashamed. I wanted them to go away. I asked my dad if it could just be a few of us, internally. He didn't seem to respond to my request. I stared at my feet.

My dad exhaled slowly. "Nessie, come for a walk with me."

"What?" My mom asked quickly. I refused to look up and just listened.

"I want to talk to her alone," dad said. He was at the front door in an instant; he held the door open waiting for me to exit. I slowly looked up and saw my mom looking a little upset, so I quickly ran out the front door not having enough courage to see the expressions on everyone elses face.

He didn't say a single thing as we slowly walked through the wood. I was wringing my fingers together anxiously. I tried to figure out if I wanted him to speak so it would no longer be awkward or for him to not say a thing so I wouldn't have to hear his disappointment.

Finally he stopped and I turned to look at him. His face was serene as he stared up at the grey patches of sky that could be seen between the leaves and branches of the trees. He cocked his head to the side a bit and I took this as an invitation. I walked over to him quickly and touched his hand and showed him everything that had happened yesterday with Jacob. When I was done I stepped away from him. His expression didn't change at all.

"I wanted to kill your mother," he said. I highly doubted that. My mom and dad just emanated true love. I could never see my dad feeling anything but complete love and devotion while around my mom.

"Yeah, right," I said.

"No, it's true. I never wanted to kill someone as much as I did her. Her blood was the best thing I ever smelt...and tasted," his voice shook a bit at the end.

I shuddered at the way his voice spoke of human blood. The taste was still fresh in my mouth. "Why didn't you?"

"I loved her," he said. He finally looked down at me and I found it hard to look away. "Nessie, I understand probably more than anyone the desire for blood. But, that wasn't right. No matter how much Jacob says he didn't mind, it was wrong. You're lucky you aren't venomous or else that would have been his end."

I closed my eyes at the thought, resenting my dad at the moment for even mentioning it.

"I'm sorry, but it had to be said. You still could have killed him, Nessie," his voice was firm.

"I guess I'm weak." I recalled Jacob saying he was much stronger than me earlier yesterday.

"You're not weak. It was just poor judgement -"

"I didn't have time to judge anything," I grumbled, recalling just an cannibalistic instinct to drink his blood. No human-thinking was involved.

"I know," my dad said softly.

"I hadn't planned any of it!" I tried to defend myself.

He nodded, knowing all of this.

He'll be okay though, right? I wondered.

"He's fine," my dad said slightly irritably. I got the impression that Jacob being completely fine was a little annoying. I smiled and so did my dad. "Just, be more careful Nessie. Maybe we should try to build up your resistance. It's a wonder how you never have smelt an open wound before."

"I'm not around humans much, am I? Except Grandpa. The wolves can all heal in about two seconds so that's never been a huge problem. And anytime I've gone shopping with Alice or to the movies with Emmett - no one bled at all...I normally can control myself. I really don't know what happened yesterday."

"I'm sure the fact that you were angry didn't help at all. You already weren't keeping a level head," my dad offered. "Alright, let's go back home. You won't have to explain yourself to anyone else. Except maybe your mom, but we'll leave that for later." I smiled thankfully. He held open his arms and I ran into them, burying my face in his chest. He hugged me tightly and kissed my hair. "I love you, Nessie."

"Love you, too," I murmured. I always felt so much better after giving my dad a big hug...and once he knew everything. Which is weird, I know a lot of human girls would die of embarrassment if their father knew everything; but I didn't. I welcomed it most days. I had grown up with him knowing it all so it wasn't a big deal to me.

When we got back home I rushed right up the stairs ignoring everyone else. I heard my dad speak to them in hushed tones so I wouldn't have to be bothered. Once I closed my bedroom door behind me, I grinned widely.

Jacob hadn't woken up at all and was in the exact same position that I had left him in. I climbed back into bed and he began to stir.

"Hey," he yawned. "Where'd you go?"

"I was here the entire time," I said, curling up beside him.

"Oh," he mumbled and rested his head on top of mine. He fell back asleep almost instantly; his snores resumed soon after. I kissed his chest and waited for him to catch up on all the sleep he needed. I was already up and knew I couldn't get back to sleep even if I tried.

I faintly traced the spot where he had banged his head. There was no longer any mark that suggested he was hurt. There was no longer an open wound where I had sucked his blood. No one could ever know what I had done to him. There was no cut and no bite mark.

And that made me a little sad.

R/R!