Okay, so here it is! Woot! And it's only 1 am, my latest update ever, but that's okay, it's not like I need to sleep anyway. I have to say that this chapter was really hard for me to write, especially since I was supposed to be doing my school reading, but really, biographys are boring. But I finally got it done. Even though it pissed of my parents.

Song: Hear You Me, by Jimmy Eat World. It really helped me to get this done.

Chapter 11 - Fear

~Wyatt's POV~

After Christmas and the whole breakup fiasco between Jacob and Renesmee, I spent all my free time with Mac. She never wanted to leave my side and I sure as hell wasn't planning on complaining. I was at her house every single day that I could.

I loved her family. They were so welcoming even though they weren't human. Emmett was hilarious, and hard to beat at video games, well, games all together. Jasper was quiet and reserved but he liked to join in on the video games as well. Mac surprised me with her ability at racing. She beat Emmett and gloated about how she had crushed her teacher. Esme was entirely inviting and Carlisle additionally though he spent a lot of time at the hospital due to the accidents caused by icy roads from the winter storm. Edward didn't hang out with us much. He was the dark, brooding type and him and Bella were worried over their daughter's health.

Devin and Hayden fought like an old married couple, though it was comical to watch, it was kinda annoying after a while. And it was then I had first seen Aiden's power. Mac hadn't even told me her brothers could do anything special, but after a day without Leah, Aiden was a loose cannon when it came to his temper. So when he had finally had it with the constent brother bickering, Aiden had ordered the two to not be able to speak for the next hour. And that was even funnier then when they were squabbling. Because all you would see is their mouths moving and then… nothing. It was like something from Harry Potter.

Mac didn't like to talk about it, the split. Whenever I would bring it up, she would go all recluse on me and shut everyone out. Or, that's what I figured she would do. Though she didn't talk about it, she would cling to my arm or my chest, and she would tremble violently, not needing words to express the way her emotions were ruling her consciousness. It was only later that I learned that whenever she would shake like that, that I needed to calm her down. Because it meant she was about to phase into that white wolf I had dubbed my Two Socks.

And because I always went to her house, it meant that she couldn't just ignore it. Whenever Mac offered to go to my house, I made up excuses about why we couldn't. I could tell she knew I was lying with her power, but she never said a word, only glared at me for about five minutes before I would distract her and we would then go to her house. Every day that I went over to MacKayla's, I was certain to make sure that Hailey had somewhere to go. So far, that hadn't been a problem. But I was sure it would be eventually.

We were at her house and I was helping her bake a chocolate cake for dinner. We were baking it from scratch and I was finding out that it takes a seriously long time. When I baked with Hailey, we used the instant bake stuff that was really cheap. I was beating the batter as she sprayed the pan with this nonstick stuff so we wouldn't have to scrub really hard to get it clean afterward.

"Why do we never go to your house?" she blurted out suddenly, blushing slightly. I watched in awe as she moved the can back to the cupboard above the stove in a fluid movement, my eyes catching the sway of her hips and the length of her mile long legs encased in a pair of dark jeans that left nothing to the imagination. Her shirt was a loose black AC/DC band t-shirt with a white long sleeve undershirt beneath it. Though she wasn't wearing anything special, certainly not anything Amber would've been caught wearing, to me, she was the most beautiful creature on the planet.

I sighed, tearing my distracted eyes away from her for a minute not knowing what to say. Unfortunately, I had a girl who can feel emotions. Not always the best thing when you want to hide something from her. She looked up at me, her eyes assessing me and my reaction to her question. I didn't want her to hate me, to leave me. She was the very best part of me. I made a face at the thought of us not being together.

"Why are you so conflicted?" she asked, leaving the pan there and taking the bowl of batter from me to set it on the counter. She took my hands into hers, mine nearly sweating from the warmth but I didn't care. "Wyatt, talk to me."

I stared deeply into her eyes, letting the pleading, bright green orbs drag me into their depth, allowing myself to drown in them. I was so conflicted. I wanted to tell her the truth; I wanted her to be able to save me. But who's to say that she'll respond that way? What if she doesn't want me afterwards? What if she is so absolutely disgusted with me that she can't even stand the sight of me? I decided to go with plan C. Like I always did, and Plan C hadn't failed me yet.

I reached down and scooped some of the chocolate batter onto my index finger. I swiped it down her nose, onto her mouth and drew a heart on her chin.

"I cannot believe you just did that," she muttered teasingly.

"You can't, huh?" I leaned down so my face was closer to hers. "But I know that you don't mind."

Confusion blanketed her eyes until they were replaced by the intense lust I was throwing at her. "What makes you say that?" she breathed. Her eyes were glazing over, her breath pouring out of her slightly open mouth in fast succession as she let my own passionate emotions take her over.

"This." I leaned all the way down and slowly, sensually, licked the cake batter off her nose. I followed the trail down, taking my time, teasing her, enjoying the flavor and her undignified moans. By the time I had reached her lips, she was panting and grabbing my shoulders for support. I licked her lips, not allowing us to kiss even though she was trying to push her face up to mine. Finally, after all the teasing I could handle, my lips attacked hers. Her fingers slipped up into my hair and she held my face to hers tightly as if she couldn't get enough.

I licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance. With a low moan she opened. I almost screamed when I felt her tongue lick the remaining chocolate out of my mouth. I cupped her cheek with my hand and dipped her head back for a better angle, stabbing my tongue into her mouth. She moaned loudly and I knew the others could hear but I couldn't have cared less. To my complete surprise, she hoped up onto the countertop and pulled me in between her legs, wrapping hers around my waist.

I left her lips when we had to breathe and licked my beautiful heart off her chin. I made sure I got it all before I kissed her again, letting her rid me of the batter once more. Our heated and extremely fervent make-out session died down a little until I felt her hands slip out of my hair. I slowly opened my eyes only to be met by her mischievous green ones.

"Oh no. What have you planned?" I asked dumbly, knowing full well the things flying through her head without having to actually be privy to them like Edward.

"Oh, nothing," she whispered casually, her breath finally calming down.

All of a sudden I felt coldness on my nose and smelled chocolate. I smiled down at her as she drew on my nose and lips. She grinned impishly before starting at my nose. I could feel her tongue working the batter off and I held onto her hips, letting her control the kissing and the licking. I could smell her breath that mingled with the chocolate. I couldn't help it. I captured her lips with my own and sucked her tongue into my mouth, letting our breath mingle, letting the chocolate mix with her own strawberry taste.

She was moaning like crazy at this point. She pulled on my shoulders so that I was practically on top of her while she laid down on the cold granite countertop. She dragged a hand up my chest until it rested on my neck, right over my throbbing jugular.

"A-hem."

She gasped, pulling her mouth away from mine and looking over her shoulder to see the intruder. I stood up right and pulled her down from the island so she could run to the man in the doorway.

"Daddy! Your back!" she yelled, launching herself into his arms.

A smile slipped onto Jacob Black's mouth as he wound his arms around his daughter and held her tightly, letting his face drop into the crook of her neck. "I missed you." I barley heard the quiet whisper.

She pulled back and kissed his cheek. "Oh Daddy," she murmured. "Are you staying?" I could hear the hopeful note in her voice and braced myself incase I would need to console her again.

He smiled again but it didn't really reach his eyes. "Baby, there is no way I could stay away for long."

She threw her head back and laughed, hugging him again. "I love you, Daddy."

He let go of her after he twirled her around a bit causing me to smile at all the love obvious in the room. "I love you too, kitten."

"Dad!" a voice boomed.

Ravyn and Aiden stood in the hallway, shit eating grins on both their faces. Ravyn and Aiden both went forward to embrace their father, but a pair of hands were wrapping themselves around Aiden's waist from behind. He stopped midway and turned around, his eyes wide with relief and happiness. Leah smirked at Aiden's dumbstruck look before he crashed his lips to hers. I decided to look away when Aiden lifted Leah up and slung her over his shoulder, bounding out of the room and up the stairs yelling, "Glad to have you back, Dad!"

I glanced over to see if Jacob would be upset at the quick "hello" but he only laughed and hugged his son and daughter close to his heart. Mac looked over at me, a smile lighting her face up. She waltzed over to me and grabbed my hand, placing a tender kiss to the inside of my wrist, nibbling lightly on the skin below my thumb.

"I know what you're thinking," she whispered, "and I don't want you to do it."

I raised an inquiring brow at her order. "Oh? Since when can you read minds?" I asked playfully, dodging her question.

"Stop changing the subject, you do that enough already. I don't want you to go early just because my father came back home. We have a cake to finish you know."

I sighed and kissed her nose which was wrinkled in annoyance. "If you don't want me to go, then I won't," I said, though I did want to give her time with her family. I had been over everyday for three days. I'm sure she could do well with some high quality family time.

And on that note, I turned to Jacob and asked, "We were in the middle of baking a cake, do you want to help us?"

Mac wrapped her arms around my waist and smiled up at me as her father sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want to take her away from you," he whispered, his eyes were dull and unfocused as if he were in pain.

"Daddy-"

He interrupted her. "I'm going to go see Rachel and Rebecca." He swiftly scrambled out of the room before we could tell him they had already left this morning, Ravyn trailing behind him.

"He knew," Mac said softly, answering my unspoken question. "He can't be around us right now. We remind him too much of him with my mother."

I pulled her into the circle of my arms and held her close, resting my chin on her head. "They're going to be fine," I tried to reassure her. "Their bond is so strong, even though it seems weak now, it'll get stronger as the days pass and their hearts call to each other, needing the other."

She pulled back and stared at me incredulously. Her eyes were wide in disbelief and a garble of bewilderment fell from her open lips.

"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" I reached up to rub my teeth but she grabbed it and held it in hers, interlacing our fingers as she laughed a little.

"For a senior in a sophomore English class, you're extremely poetic all of a sudden."

I smirked and kissed her nose playfully. "Come on, enough about my intelligence. We have a cake to bake."

~Nessie's POV~

Sometimes I wonder what I was ever meant to do in life besides providing the world with my children. Sometimes I wonder why the world even bothers with me, when the only good I can do is make everyone unhappy, to ruin their lives. And sometimes I wonder if I was selfish, putting my needs before others. Yeah, I wonder that a lot, at least lately anyway. Because for the past three days, all I have done is live in the past of what used to be. And the past I wish would come back and engulf me in the euphoric glow.

I lay in the tub at three months pregnant, relaxing in the warm water, the jets from the tub the only noise in my ears. Before the honeymoon, I had had an appointment with Carlisle and he told me if I were to lay on my stomach in a bath, I would be able to feel them, my babies. But I was too chicken before to do it.

I was nervous, even though he told me I couldn't hurt them this way, I don't want to stunt their growth or anything. Though they hadn't been born yet, I already loved them and hurting them would hurt me. After several minutes of debating internally, I sighed and flopped over onto my stomach. I gasped. I could feel them, they were about the size of peas, and I could feel them! This newfound knowledge made me happy, exciting me for their arrival.

I was so lost in my happy-happy-joy-joy time, that I hadn't heard the door to the bathroom open and close. "What are you doing?" a deep baritone wondered, probably eyeing my wide smile, glowing from the inside out in bliss.

I felt fingers dance along my spine and I smiled. "I am feeling our children," I answered.

I heard clothes rustling as the fingers disappeared from my skin. "You are, huh? And what do they feel like?" I heard a zipper and then a whoosh.

"Like peas or pistachios in your stomach," I whispered. "It's amazing."

"Hmmm," was all he said. I heard clothing fall to the ground an instant before I was lifted like some life like Barbie doll. I opened my eyes and saw a very naked Jacob stepping into the tub and turning me around to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I leaned my head back against his rock hard chest. "Peas…" he mused, his hand splayed on my lower abdomen.

"Peas," I repeated, holding his hand to my stomach.

I felt him nibble my earlobe and I moaned, not bothering to hold it in. "I wish we could stay in Australia forever," I breathed.

Jacob rested his forehead on my shoulder and he kissed the apex of my shoulders and neck. "I know what you mean, Angel. But I doubt your family would want you to live so far away from them."

"I mean being on our honeymoon," I clarified. "I feeul like we have no problems here. I don't like it when we have problems. Right now, everything feels so right. But everything can go so wrong, so quickly. I don't want that for us. I love you so much, if I were to ever leave you or vice versa, my life would be over. I'm sure of it."

He pulled me more securely to him, his chin on the top of my head. "If I were to ever leave you or vice versa, I would commit suicide. Because I know that my life will be over without you. You are what makes this bearable. I live for you, because of you. I have no other purpose on this Earth but to be with you."

And look where that got us, I thought. I screwed up and now he's God only knows where and my children are as miserable as I am. But to think I caused all this hurt was what made me get out of bed that day. To finally clean up and take a bath. Only Jake wasn't going to come and comfort me this time. So I cried, adding my salty tears to the cooling bath water, my French salts Alice gave me for Christmas not the solace that it used to be. Heartache was all that was left for me to feel.

And I deserved it.

~Leah's POV~

Aiden rolled off of me and tucked me into his side. I ran a hand over his sweaty chest that was rising and falling with his heavy breathing, his heart thunderous in my ear. For the last two hours, he hadn't let me get up out of the bed. Though, at first we didn't make it to the bed. The minute we had entered our room, he had pushed me up against the wall. The second time was on the floor beside the bed. And the last four times were in the large, luxurious bed. I clutched him to me, needing all the comfort that he possessed and exulted.

"Leah," he murmured, "what is it? Was I too rough?" He sounded so concerned that it caused me to laugh a little.

I sat up to rest my head on my elbow and eyed the sunlight streaming in through small gaps in the curtains, bathing him in the glow of a sunny, winter afternoon. He was so sexy that I was speechless for a minute. "Too rough?" I repeated. "Even if you were, I am a werewolf, Addie. You could never be too rough with me."

I sighed and cupped his cheek with my palm. He leaned into my touch, his lips touching whatever skin he could find. "I missed you so much. Those times when we phased together were not enough. It wasn't the same. Next time, we send Seth."

If it weren't so sappy, I would've smiled but. But I reciprocated his feeling entirely, and there was nothing amusing about the situation. I leaned down and lightly pressed my lips to his. It was far from the fervor of our earlier passion, but it expressed all of my feelings. To him, I was an open book. With all the times that he was in my head, there his nothing about me or us that we don't know. "I'm scared," I whispered, opening up to him. I never even talked this intimate about myself with my baby brother.

Aiden pulled me down so I was in the circle of his arms, his heart back under my ear, soothing my taut muscles. But I could still feel the prickling of tears. I hadn't been able to cry around Jake, because the only person I would ever allow to see me this vulnerable was Aiden. "Baby…" he breathed. "No. Don't cry."

He pulled us into a sitting position against the headboard with me straddling his lap, my face buried in his slightly hairy chest. I used to think that chest hair was a turn off, but on him, it made him that much manlier, that much sexier. Aiden wrapped his arms around me, a hand in my hair, holding my head to him while his forehead was down on my head. "You don't have to be scared," he told me. "I'm here and I'm never leaving you. Not now, not ever."

I was shaking now, breathing hard as I tried not to cry. It was useless though. I only ever let go with my imprint. The only one that I knew for sure would not think less of me if I were to ever cry. With him, I truly felt safe. "I don't want to end up like them," I whispered, barley audible. "I can't. If you weren't here, I would never survive like I have. I would still be wounded by Sam. Still jaded. If I lost you now, I would be worse then when I lost Sam. I would be a vegetable. I don't want to be a vegetable, Aiden." I was crying hard now, so hard that the shakes were deathly violent.

His arms, already tight vises, became even more unyielding, holding me so close to him you would think that we were one person. "I will never let you become a vegetable, Leah. I would die before I ever let you become something like that. Hurting you is the farthest thing from my mind right now." His hand was running through my hair as he let me cry. He was humming our song, Hear You Me, by Jimmy Eat World. It was what was playing when we had our first kiss.

I had been teaching him to slow dance per his request, though I knew it was only because he wanted an excuse to hold me. I was his imprint after all. I turned the song on since it was my only favorite slow song on my iPod Touch. I told him where to put his hands and where I put mine and that we just sway. The next thing I know, I'm drowning in his strange green eyes, time and place falling from my vision. All that was there were us. His hand that had previously been on my hip, moved to my face, holding my cheek in his large palm. His thumb caressed my bottom lip and my mouth fell open like it was telling him "Kiss me now, damnitt!" And then, that's what he did. For the first time, our relationship shifted from friendship to lovers. And there was no looking back.

As Aiden hummed the song, I reflected on our life together. I snuggled deeply into him and balled my eyes out, but with him, it wouldn't be crying. It would be sharing a part of me with him that no one else ever gets to see. It's handing him my trust and saying "Here, I love you, and I'm going to trust that you won't ever hurt me" because that's all I can really do. Crying in his arms is a way of telling him that I love him. And he knows it though it has never been voiced.

Eventually, the song calmed me enough to take in my position on his lap. And it helped me lose the sadness that had been deep within me. And soon, I wanted to be with him again. No, I needed to be with him again. I needed to feel that physical side of our relationship. And he can feel the change in me, in the atmosphere. I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him deeply, telling him how much I need him. How much I love him and all he is to me.

"I would love you even if you weren't my imprint," I whispered when he pulled away to kiss along my neck. "I would still need you…"

He kissed me again, words not sufficient enough to express his return of my feelings.

~Mac's POV~

Life is screwed up. It really is. And I'm not just saying that because at the moment my parents got handed a bad card. No, I'm saying that because of what I learned. Though I'm not always the most compassionate person alive, I still know how to cry, how to feel. And what I have to learn in life makes me want to just ball my eyes out. Thought I haven't even learned it yet.

It was late. Midnight. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. Wyatt was hiding something from me and I had a feeling I knew what it was. I just wasn't sure if I really wanted to find out. I rolled over, restless. I needed to find out. I had too much shit on my plate as it was, and I needed to get this over with. The whole ordeal with my parents was giving me a fucking complex. And without Wyatt, it made me feel so alone. And my one, sole fear, was to be alone. To be alone in life, to be alone in death, I was just scared of being alone.

I got up and threw some jeans and a t-shirt on, sliding my feet into some Nike Shocks. I grabbed a jacket from the floor and zipped it up as I made my way for the door. I quietly turned the knob and stepped out, slowly closing the door behind me. As I turned around, I was met with Edward's chest.

I gasped and stepped back a bit. "Edward, you scared me," I said, not wanting to voice what he already knew I was doing.

"Don't do it," Edward told me.

"What? Don't be cryptic," I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"Don't go to Wyatt's. Whatever he's hiding from you he'll tell you on his own time. Trust me, do not go over there."

Okay, this shit was starting to scare me. "Then tell me what he is hiding," I said. Edward remained silent, staring at me intently. "Exactly. I have to go. Besides, I need him. You know why. It's not just 'cause he has this secret I want in on."

Edward sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Sadness, anger, and pity were rolling off him in waves, frightening me more then it should. "I have to go," I whispered, resting a hand on his forearm, pulling his hand away from his face. "Let me go."

He pulled me into his arms, his face in my neck. "I'm here for you if you need me," he said. "I'm here for you."

And he let me go. I watched perplexed as his form drew away, down the hallway. I ran a hand through my hair and decided to pull it up so I wouldn't tangle it while I ran over to Wyatt's. Knowing I was going to be able to sneak out, kind of made the whole adrenaline thing disappear but it wasn't going to stop me from being with my imprint. Just like Edward's cryptic words weren't going to keep me here.

I ran to Wyatt's, having asked Edward where he lived earlier. I ran as fast as I could in my human form, which was pretty damn fast. The alone feeling grew stronger with each stomp of my foot, pushing me to go faster. I refused to be alone. I refused to not have him.

When I got to his house, the emotions I felt brought me to my knees. The house looked decrepit. Weeds and grass had grown to be about a foot high in the front yard. The yellow paneling was peeling, showing its wear. It was a small two-story. Wyatt's truck was in the driveway and was next to a beat up minivan. But that wasn't what led me to my knees on the rain/snow mixed ground. No, it was what was coming at me from who was inside the house.

Pain, anger, hatred, despair, need, frustration. It was burning in my stomach, and the smell was acidic. Not only could I feel emotions, but I could smell them, if they were strong enough. And hatred and anger was like the smell of a wild fire burning up a hillside in summer. Despair was a hot day, pain and sadness was the scent of rain in spring. When you mix them, it's the worst smell you could possibly breathe in.

After a few calming breaths, I got up and eyed a tree in front of a window. I decided to climb up it. Once I was eye level with the windows, I stopped and sat back on my heels. What I saw through that window will be forever etched into my mind.

Wyatt was holding a miniature him, only the mini him was a she. And she was crying. And bloody. I could see it and smell it, the blood like rust in my nose, tickling it. His eyes were murderous, the blue blazing with fire. The younger girl was slowly calming down as he rocked her gently in his arms, while whispering how much he was going to take care of her. Telling her how much he would save her from this hideous world they lived in. So I sat back on the branch and cried. I cried for her and him. And I cried for myself, because I wanted to be in her arms while he rocked me. I was jealous. And that pissed me off.

I shut my eyes tightly as I felt my emotions try and fight for dominance over theirs. And for not knowing what to feel. What to do. I didn't want to ruin their time together, so I looked down at the ground, about to jump to and go home like Edward had wanted me to do.

"Mac!"

I turned around at the command. The window had been thrown open and Wyatt stood angry and shocked through the sill. "Mac, what the hell are you doing here…" he trailed off as he noticed my puffy eyes and the wetness on my cheeks. "Mac…"

I didn't know what to say. There wasn't some handbook telling me what to do and how to do it. I was good under pressure, yes, but not this kind of pressure. I wanted to run into his arms, but I knew that I couldn't. I wasn't the one that needed him the most.

But I couldn't not do whatever he told me to do. "Mac, if you don't come into my room right now, you will fall and break your neck," he whispered angrily.

My feet moved before my mind could tell them not to do it, before my voice could tell him that it would take more then a fall to break my neck. Soon enough, I was stepping through his window and standing in his room with a young girl who had started crying again. I had this strange urge to comfort her. And I didn't even know who she was. But I went to her anyway. The blood was dry, a dark red on her shirt. Her lips was swollen, her left eye black and blue.

I took her hand into mine as I sat beside her on the bed. She suddenly wormed her way into my arms and cried into my chest. I felt oddly… comfortable with her. So I let go. And I cried with her, my cheek resting on top of her head.

"Hailey…" Wyatt trailed off, probably at a loss of what to do with two girls crying.

I pulled back from Hailey and lifted her head in my palms. I whipped her tears from her cheeks. "I don't know what happened, but hey, look at me." I stared into her eyes, the very same as Wyatt's. "There is no reason to cry over this. I know it hurts right now, but that pain will dull eventually. And then, you'll realize this is what made you so strong, what made you."

I rested my cheek to hers and slowly rocked her in my arms again. Her breathing began to even out as she fell asleep. I reached up to pull her arms from my neck, but she stiffened and held tighter to me. So I laid back on the bed and stroked her hair until she relaxed and let go of my neck on her own. I watched her sleep for a bit, seeing the calm and tranquil expression make her black eye and fat lip a stark contrast on her young and innocent face.

"Thank you."

I glanced up at Wyatt, his emotions so pure I felt clean after what I had felt before. "Wyatt, you need to talk to me. Now."

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