A/N- Sorry for the lack of updates. Nanowrimo took up most of my time. Consider this a present.

5. Liar

Jasper's eyes quickly darted to Emmett sitting beside him. The smell of zombie flesh was too much.

"Dude," Emmett gasped. "I know rations here aren't good, but stop looking at me like that."

"Sorry, Emmett," Jasper replied. "I'm a ghoul; I can't help myself."

Bella shrunk into the oversized couch, trying to ignore the football game on tv. What am I doing here? I should be defending the Cullens… ah, never mind. Where am I supposed to come up with the money to fly to Italy in the first place, besides robbing a bank? I guess I'll just smother myself in this couch, unless I'm really desperate to die. She glanced at Charlie. Should I tell him about what I got for free? "Umm, Dad, someone gave away a pair of motorcycles for free," Bella explained. At this statement, Charlie sighed.

"Were they rusty and unusable?" Charlie asked. Bella nodded. He shrugged his shoulders. "It figures."

"Maybe I can have Jacob fix them; I heard he's great with machines," Bella replied. "I'll let him keep one of the bikes as payment."

Billy looked around for a few seconds. "Sounds like a deal to me."

What else am I going to do? Oh, what would Edward tell me to do in this situation? I get it: Move on.

The next few hours involved a lengthy drive to the reservation. If Edward's out of the question, I guess I should settle for the next best thing. She parked the truck in front of a rather nice-looking house. Jacob sat on the front porch, reading the latest issue of some random automotive magazine.

"Oh, hey, Bella," Jacob said, once she stepped on the porch.

Bella pointed to the rusting heaps of metal in the bed. "Mind if you fix these up? I'll let you keep one." She stared at Jacob. Mmm, god he's gorgeous… all buff and handsome and… What the hell? Is the incubus magic wearing off?

"Sure," Jacob said, smiling.

But what should I give up in return? She watched as Jacob eased the bikes into the garage. "Do you want me to give you anything in return?"

"It's okay," Jacob replied. "I'll do this for free."

If I had to give up my college fund, I would… eh, what would I do again? After all, I want to get an education.

Back in Forks, the dark-skinned cambion named Laurent looked through a newspaper in a rather shady diner. The faint sound of a cell phone ringing interrupted his moment of tranquility. Victoria. He rushed to the restroom to answer the call.

"Yes?"

"Oh, good evening, Laurent. Did you hear anything from the Noble Order on the Cullens' executions?"

"They're behind schedule. Damn, I bought tickets to see them suffer and now I'll have to wait."

Laurent wrinkled his nose. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said," Victoria replied, before hanging up.