Whoa. For my first fanfic I didn't really think I would get the awesome feedback that I got! Thanks guys for reviewing and reading! And, I guess I should explain my decision to keep Jacob's feelings for Bella. This is how I see it. Jacob really did love Bella. When he imprinted on Allie those feelings for Bella weren't just gone, they were still there. After all, you can't just love someone one day, and not the next! So, as Jacob said in the story, he still loves Bella, just not in the same way he loves Allie. Maybe someday far down the road Jacob won't have feelings for Bella. But for now, yes he is a man, and he is in love with two girls. Typical.
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The place were this secret werewolf meeting was was pretty anti-climactic as far as I was concerned. We weren't in some cave with old tribal drawings, no. We were at someone's house. Whatev. I would have picked the awesome cave in the middle of the forest.
"Hello Alison," Sam the apparent leader of the pack greeted me.
I shook his hand. "Allie, actually." I didn't question the fact that he already knew my name. Jake had filled me in on the werewolf voodoo on our way here.
"Good. Everyone's here. Let's get started," Sam intoned, "We all know why we're here. It's because the Cullen's broke the treaty. And what we need to do, is decide what we're going to do about it. I know some of you," here he threw a look at Jacob who put on a very innocent expression, "think that we should have a full on war. However, I'm not so sure. I think --"
"We should go kill the bloodsuckers!" Paul, an angry kid for sure, interjected.
Sam ignored him. "As I was saying, I think that since they helped us, we shouldn't go to war with them. I do think however, that there should be a penalty for what they've done." He looked around expectantly.
"Killing them would be a good penalty," Paul mumbled under his breath. Jacob shot him an approving look.
"We are not going to kill them. Any other suggestions?" Sam said calmly.
The was a long awkward pause as everyone looked at one another. Clearly no one had any idea's. Sam sat down on a chair with a sigh. I looked at him. Then I raised my hand cautiously.
"Um. So. I'm new here, and not really down with all your wolf-rule stuff, um, but. . ." I broke off and looked at Jacob. He nodded in encouragement.
"I think . . . Well, they're "vegetarians" right?", everyone nodded, "maybe, you could say that they can't hunt. . . Um . . . In this area?"
There was a stunned silence.
"Wow. That's not actually a bad idea from the white girl." Quil's comment was definitely insulting. White? I so was not even that pale.
Sam nodded again. Deep in thought. It seemed like it would be okay, but of course my life sucks so nothing could go well.
"I think it's the most retarded idea I've ever heard! They shouldn't be allowed to live, those BLOODSUCKERS HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE ALIVE AND IF YOU THINK THAT WE ARE GOING TO NEGOTIATE THE TREATY THAN I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU!!" Paul bellowed and started to shake and growl. Not a human growl either.
Before I could get myself together Jacob whisked me from the house and outside. I cringed into his side as Paul followed us outside.
He glared at Jacob. "YOU! IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU AND YOUR LEECH-LOVING GIRLFRIEND --" He broke off suddenly and his eyes got wide.
Jacob pushed me behind him. "Don't do it Paul," Sam's calm voice cut through the tension. Paul threw Jacob a look of pure hatred and dashed off to the surrounding forest. There was silence and then a loud howl shook the woods.
"Damn. Anger management much?" I mean't the words to come out more sarcastic than they did.
Jacob turned around to face me. He looked at the shock on my face and pulled me into a hug. I sighed just to be in his arms.
"I won't let him hurt you," he whispered into my hair, "I swear."
"Mmhmm," I murmered into his chest.
"Seriously," Quil's voice cut into the moment, "Get. A. Room."
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Jacob dropped me off at my house after the disastrous pack meeting. It was so cute the way he walked me up the front steps and kissed me goodnight at the door. It was strange to think that I'd only just met him this morning. I felt like I'd loved him my entire life.
I swung the door open with a goofy grin on my face and wandered into the kitchen were delicious smells were emanating from. Mrs. Costa's kitchen was small and out-dated, but homey at the same time. The cabinets were painted white and the counters were white tiled. The walls were painted a sage green and the whole picture was very Betty Crocker, especially since Mrs. Costa was cooking at the old avacado green stove.
"Was that Jacob Black who dropped you off?" Mrs. Costa said with out turning away from her stirring on the stove. I realized with a jolt that this was the first time I'd heard Jacob's last name.
"Yes," I sighed sitting at the table.
Mrs. Costa turned around from her cooking and looked at me. Her eyes were twinkling and her brown skin crinkled with her smile.
"You like him," she said not bothering to make it a question.
I wasn't embarrassed that she knew. I had figured out when I met her yesterday that Mrs. Costa was an exceptionally perceptive woman. Maybe that's why my mother had liked her so much.
"Yes," I said sighing again, "I like him a lot."
Her smile widened. "Oh. Marianne would like that. She was in love with romance, why, I remember this one time . . ."
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I was lying in my bed reading one of my favorite novels (Pride and Prejudice if you must know) later that night when a crack on my window made me jump. I carefully walked to the window. I say carefully because I wasn't about to go investigate creepy noises that could possibly be serial killers or zombies without being careful.
Thinking about serial killers and zombie's creeped me out even more so on my way to the window I picked up a hanger from my floor to use it as a weapon. No killer or zombie was going to kill me without a fight. There was a noise again.
I ran to the window and quickly thrust the window up my hanger poised to smack whatever was there. But nothing was there, except for the bush outside my window's branches. I breathed a sigh of relief thinking how stupid I'd been. It had only been the bush in the window. I turned around and decided to go to bed. I had just flipped the lights off when there was another noise from under my window. I had retardedly forgotten to shut it.
I jumped at the shadow by the window and let out an "AIIIEEEEE!!" and smacked the hanger in my hand on the shadow as hard as I could.
There was a snicker then, "A hanger?" the voice was incredulous.
I let out a shriek and jumped and smacked with the hanger again. Someone grabbed my hands to keep me from assaulting them with the hanger.
"Allie."
"Shit! Jake, don't ever, ever, ever, do that again! Do you understand? You scared the bejeezus out of me!"
"Sure, sure," he laughed again, "but a hanger?"
"Oh, well hold on a second and let me get my AK47," I snapped at him still mad that he had scared me so bad.
"Did I really scare you that bad?" Jacob asked me still laughing. He pulled me into a tight hug.
"Duh. You really scared --" I broke off, "are you naked?" I asked. He wasn't wearing a shirt, that was for sure. I mean, I was in a tank-top and shorts like every other night, and when he hugged me I felt my bare skin against his.
This made him chuckle harder. "And if I am?"
I tried to push him away but he held me to his chest tight. "I would ask you what kind of girl you think I am."
"The kind who likes his," he said and bent his head down to kiss me.
Okay, I'd really like to say I resisted. That I turned my head away because I was still pissed that he had snuck up on me. But, in reality I'm a pathetic loser. I kissed him right back and fairly melted in his arms.
"Mmm. Where were we?" I asked after he had finished kissing me.
"We were discussing my potential nakedness," he replied and pulled me over to the window, "Come on. Let's go."
I looked at his face all cast in shadows and moonlight. I was kind of torn. I mean, I totally wanted to go with him but the look on his face was wolfish again. He was up to something.
"Um. . ."
But that was as far as I got because Jake threw me over his shoulder and jumped out the window. I beat him with my fists and yelled at him to let me down, that I wasn't going to deal with this harassment. I felt his laugh as he started to run, with me still held as his captive.