Sorry, I think its going to be kind of short, but its what you've all been waiting for! I'm happy with it, but you tell me!

I had just woken up from yet another nightmare, screaming, as usual. I screamed every night during the nightmares, but once everyone figured out why I was screaming, they stopped coming in to check on me. Rosalie came in occasionally, but not often.

I realized I was crying too. From the nightmare. Yeah, that was a good excuse for the tears.

I got up and went to sit over by my computer, to think things through. It was 2 AM.

Over time, I had realized something. The Cullens weren't normal. Yeah, I know, took me long enough, right?

But they weren't, and I was sure of that.

I started with the things already knew, and worked my way up until I ran out of information.

I realized that I could try and ask Edward or Alice –or any of the Cullens, really- about why Alice was glaring at Jacob that night at Port Angeles, and vise versa. But I also knew that they most likely wouldn't tell me. Especially Edward.

But Jacob might.

With that in mind, I went to pick up my cell phone, intending to call Jacob and see if he really would tell me. I scrolled down my contacts list, found Jacob, pressed call, and held the receiver up to my ear.

"Hello?" a groggy voice asked into the phone. I remembered the time then.

"Oh, uh hi, Jacob, it's Bella. Sorry if I woke you up, I'll call later if you want…?" I really was sorry.

His tone instantly brightened when I said it was me. "Nah, it's okay, I was up anyways. Whatd'ya need?"

"Oh, alright. Uh, you know that night in Port Angeles… When you and Alice were, uh, you know, sorta, uh, well glaring at each other?"

"Yeah…" He didn't sound too happy that I remembered.

'Well, I uh, was kinda wondering about what that was…what that was all about… But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to…" This wasn't getting any easier.

"Well, I guess you do have a right to know what's been going on… But it would be easier to explain face-to-face. Think you could get away, and meet me down at La Push beach?" he asked.

"Uh, I think so… yeah, I'll see you there."

"'Kay, I'll see you later then."

"'Kay, bye."

"Mm, bye."

I hung up first, and went to get dressed. I grabbed the first tank top I could find, and a pair of my favorite jeans. I quietly closed my door and snuck down the stairs, planning to cut through the kitchen, since that was the fastest route to the front room.

I didn't think about the fact that our family was full of midnight snack-ers.

I was halfway through the kitchen when I saw the refrigerator light on. I thought I'd just be able to sneak past whoever it was, but clumsy me came back just in time for me to knock a folder from the counter and have it fall to the floor, making a loud noise in the process.

Rosalie spun around; startled by the commotion I stirred up. I tried to blend into the shadows, but she was no stupid blond. She was a fast blond.

"Ah-hah! Caught you, Bella. Nice try," she taunted.

"Fine," I pouted as I came out of my suckish hiding spot.

She looked me over. "Huh, you're dressed early. What's the occasion? Oh, did we miss Dad's birthday again?" she asked sarcastically. She could really get on your nerves.

"No, we didn't. I'm actually going to go meet someone."

"Oooh, I knew you and Edward Cullen are secretly dating! I knew it, I knew it, I just knew it!" She jumped up and down, clapping her hands together like she just won the lottery.

"No, no, no. You got it all wrong. I'm going to go meet up with Jacob Black. You know, Billy Black's son?"

"So you're secretly dating him? Wait a minute; I thought he was dating Vanessa, from Spanish." She was really confused.

"No, no, he is, we're just friends, and he has to tell me something," I explained.

"Alright, fine. But just so you know, I'm only doing this so when you and Eddie really are secretly dating, you know how sneak out."

That bugged me how she called Edward Eddie, and not Edward but I didn't know why. "You are really full of yourself, you know that?" I told her. We were never going to be secretly dating; or dating whatsoever. At least, not anytime soon.

"Yup, and I'm absolutely proud of it!" she gushed.

I rolled my eyes, thanked her again, and ran to get my keys.

The truck started up without a problem, for which I was happy. Nothing went wrong until I was halfway down the road, too far away for the family to hear it. Thankfully.

The rest of the drive was peaceful, and was happy about that. I got to La Push in no time at all, and I was soon cruising down the road through the little town and on my way to the beach.

Jacob was there, just as he had promised; he was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. He looked up when I parked my noisy truck and smiled. It was a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Hey," I called. He looked up from his pacing back and forth then and smiled.

"Bella," he breathed. "I didn't think you were going to make it."

"Well, here I am," I said.

He nodded, and asked me to walk with him.

"Sure." And we began our walk.

We walked down through the beach. He kept quiet for a long time; skipping rocks, and turning to measure my expressions from time to time.

I guess he finally saw my impatience one of the times, so he went over to a weirdly-grown tree and sat down. He patted the spot next to him, and I sat down next to him.

"Alright, so what was it that you couldn't tell me over the phone because it was so complicated?" I asked.

"Everything," he replied darkly. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed.

"Okay, you want to know what I couldn't tell you over the phone? I shouldn't even be saying anything anyways!"

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Sam told me not to…"

I didn't know who Sam was, but right now I didn't care either. My curiosity had finally got the best of me.

"Alright. You know how I'm Indian?" he asked. I nodded, so he continued. "Well, I'm Quileute, actually; and Quileutes are supposed to be descended from wolves. So that makes us part werewolf.

"Werewolves have one enemy. And do you know who that enemy is?" I shook my head. "Okay, I'll give you a hint. They're pale-white, super-fast, ice-cold blood drinkers. Your people would call them-"

"Vampires," I breathed, as realization hit me.

"Yep. So now you know. If you want to know anything else, though, call me," he told me before he jogged away.

I just stood there for a moment. Vampires. The Cullens were vampires! That would explain so much. Their bizarre disappearances every other week, why they never came to school on those rare sunny days, a lot. It would explain a lot.

The next thing I knew I was running towards my truck and the loud startup startled me.

Without going over my truck's personal speed limit, I made it home quickly.

I tried to run into the house then, but I ran into someone who was on their way out and we fell over.

So, was it worth the wait? Sorry, now my IPod isn't working anymore either; technology just hates me for some reason.

And I need to know, the story can go either way now, but which do you prefer? (Poll for it is on my profile.)

So, ya, please review!