Belonging and Yearning Pt. 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. If I did, I seriously doubt my week would've been so hectic...or at least it'd be hectic in a good way. Meeting fans, reading their reviews and fanfics to see what I should write about next...instead of picking such a small and worthless character that only a blip of vampire life - nothing worth mentioning. But that's just me.

Renesmee sits on the white couch within the Cullen's living room, her thin arms crossed tightly across her chest, legs crossed, as well, bouncing irritably. It's been days since she last went to La Push and still had yet to talk to Jacob about his behavior and attitude. She was on her way to catch up with the pack when her parents showed up ordering her home. Alice must've seen something that had put them on high alert; but none of that mattered to Renesmee, she needed to talk to Jacob. Renesmee had hoped that her mother would've been able to give her some insight into how to best approach Jacob, considering how at one point, he was in love with her. The blank stare and the deep frown had only proven to Renesmee that her mother really never knew much about Jacob Black; that it was really Jacob who knew everything about Bella. And much to Renesmee's annoyance, it was her Aunt Rosalie who threw out, "If you want to learn the best way to deal with Jacob Black, Leah is your best bet."

The comment sent Renesmee into a tantrum so volatile and ridiculous that she surprised not only herself, but her family as well. Renesmee was never one for throwing tantrums, losing her temper or acting anything other than 'proper'. That's not how she was raised; then again, in her own defense, she's also gotten everything she asked for. 'No' was not a part of Renesmee's vocabulary and it wasn't a word directed at her too often. She didn't need to go to high school like the rest of her family members felt like they needed to. She had Jacob and that was all the 'friend' that she needed; and Seth was there too for a while up until he imprinted. Renesmee could continue to live a secluded life from the world as long as she had Jacob with her; and that was the plan up until Leah decided to play her little mind games. Renesmee has convinced herself that Leah has done all of this just to gain the attention of the wolves – phase one; successful. However, Leah's continued act of refusing to contact any of the wolves has thrown a wrench into Renesmee's idea about Leah. If she didn't do all of this as some form of getting Jacob's attention, then why?

"Leah, actually, wants to live her life." Edward answers, reading his daughter's thoughts. Edward has remained silent on this whole matter, opting to let his daughter try and work all of this out for herself. As much as he'd love to help her every step of the way, he knows that she'll never learn anything. And after her Leah tantrum, he's seen just how spoiled she's become. Renesmee fixes her father with a cold, hard glare that makes him question, for a moment, if this is truly his daughter. It's a very un-Bella like look.

"Then why is everyone reacting so?" Renesmee questions while arching one eyebrow.

"They miss her, Nessie." Edward answers matter-of-factly. "Leah was a member of their family, pack and has always played a part in all of their lives." Renesmee listens as the rest of the Cullens glide into the room. They, obviously, feel that now is the time for them to weigh in on the La Push-Leah situation.

"Before there were you or, even, Bella," Rosalie says leaning against the wall, staring at her niece. "There was Leah."

"Leah has a much stronger history with all of the wolves, compared to you." Edward finishes.

"I get the whole Sam, Leah and Emily thing." Renesmee says dismissively. "Seth and Leah are siblings. Jared and Leah took the same classes. Leah was a tutor for most of the younger wolves. I get all of that." Renesmee says her eyes narrowing. "But what does that have to do with Leah and Jacob?"

"Leah and Jacob have grown up together." Bella whispers softly, her eyes looking down at the marble floor in guilt. Bella had never bothered to pay any attention to Jacob's relationships with anyone. Sure she was aware that Embry and Quil were his best friends and that Seth looked up to him. But that was prior to her agreeing to marry Edward. After marrying Edward, she really didn't care about his position within the pack, how his actions involving her were affecting his family and friends. At the time, all she cared about was having him by her side. She needed him during her pregnancy and she got what she wanted. After she was turned and learned that her child was safe, he was no longer needed. Leah had accused her of 'using Jacob for your own selfish needs' and she was right. Sadly, it's taken all this time for Bella to see the light. If she hadn't insisted on Jacob staying by her side, then he would've most likely never imprinted, the Cullens would've long since moved on and Jacob would be happier. Bella had spent a great part of her time with Jacob trying to get him to see that it was her choice to become a vampire and be with Edward. In turn, she had, inadvertently, taken away Jacob's choice to choose his own love.

"So?" Renesmee hisses and Bella looks up at her daughter surprised.

"Leah wasn't meant to be with him. I was, he belongs to me and is supposed to do whatever I want and be whatever I want him to be." Renesmee states while giving her family a smug smile. "That's what Jacob told me." Although the Cullens make look like the perfect on the outside, deep down inside, they all don't always get along. The couples fight and argue, the siblings fight and argue and even parents and children fight. Renesmee has something that none of them ever could – a perfect significant other. Jacob was, basically, her lap dog to forever be at her beck and call. Its how the imprint worked and it's not as if she was the only one to see it. The rest of the imprints did and took full advantage of the 'imprint pull' over their wolves. The girls were never denied anything and each wolf would, literally, bend over backwards to make sure his imprint had whatever she desired.

"That's a horrible view to have about any relationship." Edward comments seriously. His topaz eyes fixed on his daughter along with a disappointed frown. Was this really how the wolves were being treated by their imprints? Were they simply catering to a bunch of girls who had become spoiled, demanding witches? "Love isn't about getting everything you want out of life." Edward states coldly.

"Really? Are you sure of that, Father?" Renesmee asks coolly with a dark smirk. "Mother seems to have gotten everything she wanted thanks to you and Jacob's love." The statement acts like a bolt of lightning down Bella's spine. She hadn't been aware that Renesmee knew so much about her history with the two men. "Mom not only got to become a vampire, but she had me – a child. She even got to keep her entire family; Jacob made sure that she didn't have to say good bye to Grandpa Charlie. She didn't even have to say good-bye to Jacob since he imprinted on me. Don't stand there and tell me that love is about sacrifice, Daddy." Renesmee sneers causing Edward's nostrils to flare. "Because none of you sacrificed anything to get the love you have now."

"Renesmee," Esme calls out, surprised by her granddaughter's words.

"Now, if you all don't mind, I'm going to go see my Jacob and get all of this foolishness back in order. Leah's gone – end of story. I hope she never comes back and, in fact, I think it's time that we all move on. We've stayed in Forks long enough and I'm informing Jacob that he is coming with." The Cullens watch silently as Renesmee gets up from the couch and confidently walks out the front door heading towards La Push.

"Do we know where Leah is?" Emmett asks once Renesmee is out of sight and into the trees.

"I'm sure we can track her down, why?" Jasper asks with a somber frown.

"I owe her a cool 50k." Emmett admits with a defeated sigh as he hangs and shakes his head.

"What for?" Bella asks with a confused frown.

"After Renesmee was born and Leah found out that Jacob had imprinted on her. Leah said that 'the spawn is going to grow up a spoiled princess'. She was right and I always pay my debts." Emmett lets a weak smile grace his lips at the small joke. However, the rest of the Cullens do not see the humor in Emmett's bet; let alone that he actually lost. It would seem that Leah was right about a lot of things and imprinting was one of them.

She tosses and turns while in a deep slumber; her brow scrunching, muscles tensing and a soft whimper escapes her parted lips. Maybe she's in distress, upset, frightened? Either way, whatever it is, it causes sweat to build on her brow, her chest, arms and legs. She curls into a tight ball, hugging her body tightly as if trying to compensate for something lost? For a moment, she relaxes, a content sigh escaping her lips and her tensing muscles slow their maddened and erratic movements.

All is quiet, at rest and peaceful.

Time passes; whether it's seconds, minutes or hours is unknown. The night terror begins again and she is in distress. No longer able to stand against the demon that is tormenting her, she awakens; quickly sitting up in bed, she gasps for air. Eyes wide, pupils dilated and trying to hold back a bout of tears, Leah looks around her room, the light green walls, the cluttered bookshelves, equally cluttered closet and a humming box fan. She shivers for a moment trying to shake the fear, or whatever the feeling is, off and slowly gets up from her bed.

She heads out her door, down the hall and to the last bedroom at the end. She rubs her eyes for a moment, standing just within the door frame, feeling sleep beginning to overtake her once again. Her mind and body both are exhausted but seeing as how she doesn't seem to recall the dream, her brain is winning out in the need for rest. A yawn escapes her but it is quickly followed up with a deep frown to find her mother's bed empty. There is a moment of disappointment followed by confusion and then acceptance. She isn't sure where her mother is, when she needs her, but she could be at work or at Charlie's, Billy's a good candidate. Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, 'work' is whispered into the tiny room and quickly swallowed up by the darkness.

Turning around she pads down the hall to the next room. Her usually light steps are replaced with slow and heavy dragging of feet, sure sign of exhaustion. The door is closed and there is a 'Keep Out' sign, set at eye level, which does nothing to deter her. Opening the door, she stands, again, for a moment trying to take stock of the situation before her. Body wavering in the soft moonlight as she makes out the outline of her brother lying in his bed, snoring. There's a moment of hesitation in her eyes, debating over whether or not to sleep with her brother, but a cold and ominous shiver pushes her onward.

Not stopping once to assess the proper sleeping arrangement, she climbs over to the other side of the bed, squeezing in between her brother and the wall. He snorts for a moment before pulling his leg and arm away, as if making room for his sister, and she immediately relaxes. She lets out a huge, opened-mouth yawn letting a few sleepy tears fall before she falls asleep. The combined warmth of her brother's body and the cool wall behind her seems to offer the perfect combination as she begins to snore lightly.

During their slumber, both siblings roll onto their stomachs and at one point are sharing a pillow. A combination of both their canis lupus and sibling traits easily coming out as their heads are together and both frown, simultaneously, as if sharing dreams. Her distress begins again and unconsciously her brother reaches out for her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. The act, temporarily, brings relief as the whimper becomes a light snore again.

Shooting up in bed, she bites back a scream, howl or some combination of the two, succeeding in startling her brother. He sits up, turning around to face his sister and watches with worried and frightened eyes as she bites down on the palm of her hand drawing blood. The fresh and metallic smell of his sister's blood assaults his nostrils, awakening his mind to the real seriousness of the situation at hand.

"Leah?" Seth calls. Her body is tensed, her breathing ragged and hoarse even behind her hand and a sob or whimper is being held back. Seth reaches out for his sister, pulling her close to his chest and begins stroking her hair and whispering soft, soothing words to her. "What is it? What's wrong?" He asks, heart racing, blood running freezing cold throughout his body; he can only imagine how she must feel.

She shakes her head and hugs him even tighter; it's the same response every time she is asked. She doesn't know what the dream is about, what frightens her and why she wakes up in such a state. All she knows is that her body and spirit reacts to it while her mind remains untouched; only her questions brings distress to her mind. The two siblings try to sleep again after she has calmed down and yet again, she awakens trying to fight back tears and screams.

"Lee," Seth calls as Leah gets up, breaking free of his embrace and heads towards the door. She only pauses for a moment, looking back over her shoulder with weary and guilt-ridden eyes. She never meant to cause her brother such distress; he needs to sleep as much as she does and she's done robbing him of it. 'Sorry' escapes her lips and she's gone. Seth bites back a growl of annoyance, frustration and disappointment. He doesn't understand what is going on and why he isn't enough for her; why she feels some pull to go to another for comfort. All the Clearwater children have are one another, despite the pack, the family and friends; they understand one another better than any man or woman ever could. Laying down he resigns himself to address the issue, during the daylight, after she's gotten plenty of rest; he won't let her fall for just anyone.

The walk to her destination is long, longer than usual. She chalks this up to her exhaustion and as she nears closer and closer, she slows down and her mind softly berates her. There is a battle between mind and body; mind telling her to go home, drink some warm milk or maybe a cocktail mix of every hard liquor in the house and her body telling her to continue on for comfort and a good night's sleep. Both are promising that she'll not be disappointed with the end result, if only she'll follow through.

Breaking through the trees, the small red house is straight ahead and her mind, in one last ditch vain attempt, tells her, 'he's probably not even here'. Slowly the thought is pushed aside and silenced as she pads on and without hesitation, walks in through the door that is never locked. With the practiced steps of one who's been here before, she walks straight to his room and opens the door. Her body is screaming for rest as she fights to keep her eyes open and blindly walks towards the bed. Again, she climbs over the body of the sleeping body and wedges herself between hot body and cold wall. There isn't a snort or a shifting to make room for her and she doesn't care.

The moment her body is over its obstacle there are warm arms and a soft groan as she's pulled into a massive body. His heart races for a moment but calms the moment their chests touch. He buries his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply and tangles up their legs, pulling her unbelievably closer.

"Nightmare, again." Jacob states more so than questions. Leah softly responds back with a grunt before sighing contently.

They've both have been experiencing the same nightly terrors; neither able to recall what about or why but both knowing that comfort and peace comes in the form of each other's arms. To some it would look like an unconscious pull to one another, love in its truest form, showing a need for one another that no one else can feel. It's only explained as a basic alpha-beta relationship; simple proof of their bond as friends, team mates, partners. It's love in its simplest and most innocent of forms. For the two caught in the embrace its innocent and of a familial love while for the some there's a fear of what could happen.

It becomes an out-of-body experience for Jacob or like some half-remembered drunken dream of moments lost. He and Leah wrapped up in the most intimate of embraces and he can't find it in himself to see anything wrong with it. There is the smile upon his lips that shows his contentment and happiness over Leah's presence; he remembers missing her when he awoke from his dream. There was disappointment and frustration when he became aware that she wasn't lying in bed beside him. The feeling soon replaced with worry and fear that she didn't have the dream and wouldn't come to him. He'd go to her if there wasn't some other force telling him to stay put or maybe it's his brain telling him to not go because of her brother.

Now that he's holding her, everything is alright and the woman molded to his body is the reason. He watches jealously as, what should be his, hands gently caress and follow the soft curves of her body. Calloused hands slip underneath the loose fitting tee and soothing patterns are drawn on her heated flesh. She's fallen asleep within his embrace and goose bumps break out over his chest wherever her breath touches. Her legs shift, in her sleep, gently brushing her calves against his building up a friction that leaves him breathless. His lips touches the top of her head lightly as she sighs happily and he feels her soft lips, placing light butterfly kisses, as she mumbles something. Leaning back he looks down at his beta and words are mumbled back to her, in old Quileute, that Jacob doesn't even recall ever learning.

Slowly, Leah's eyes flutter open and more soft old Quileute words are spoken to her. Jacob struggles to understand and grasp the concept of what is going on. His body is in control and there is nothing he can do about it; he's torn between what he knows is right and what he feels is right. He has an imprint, a soul mate, who is sleeping soundly in her bed as he lays with another woman, his best friend, gently caressing her and selfishly loving the moment. He shouldn't want another and yet, nothing in his body or spirit is disagreeing with what is transpiring; in fact, they seemed to be encouraging it. Any thoughts or worries for his imprint are quickly forgotten as a kiss is placed on her forehead; it's soft, slow and loving. Then another is placed on each eye, followed by her nose, her cheeks and finally her lips.

Each kiss is welcomed with a soft moan and when their lips finally meet, it's accepted and greeted with a kiss back. Jacob watches on as his body and Leah share soft, sweet, intimate and loving kisses, caresses and words. It's like looking at the moment through a tunnel, that forgotten moment in time that he wishes, desperately, to have again. To be able to remember Leah's touch, the feel of her fingertips lightly grazing his shoulders, the softness of her lips as they easily covered his own and most of all, remember what they said to one another. The words seem to have some magic to them, there's a hint of a calling and quiet celebration to them, that makes him feel warm, whole, complete and balanced.

Slowly before his eyes, the scene changes or rather he changes. The deep russet-colored skin is replaced with a lighter, almost olive-colored complexion, matching Leah's. The hair grows longer, the eyes change and Jacob looks on with growing frustration and anger as he is completely replaced with another. There's now some other man holding, hugging, kissing and caressing Leah. What were once soft, incoherent words of affection are now audible and involve promises of love and lust.

"We're slowly losing her." Jacob flinches as he looks over, wondering for a moment when he gained a head which is an even odder thought, as he sees his own body standing next to him. There are some slight variations from his own body and the one he's looking at now; for some reason, this new Jacob is taller than he is and that says a lot. His eyes carry a bit of wisdom and insight to them that Jacob knows he is years away from ever achieving. The presence about this 'other' Jacob is proud, strong, confident, powerful and yet…light.

"Who are you?" Jacob asks and notices his own voice sounding lighter, lacking the deep bass he's grown used to. Looking down at himself, Jacob sees the muscle-mass gone, his hands and arms covered in scars that were supposed to have healed years ago, and his short-hair replaced with the long hair of his youth; he's a teen again.

"I'm 'you' or what you once were, could've been…maybe might still become." The obvious Alpha speaks. There's a bit of disgust and disappointment in the Alpha's eyes when he looks at the boy before him. The 'look' makes Jacob blush and suddenly feel self-conscious and inadequate; Leah's soft moans and gasps only adding to his feelings of lacking.

"Is that him?" Jacob demands as he tries to tap into the wolf anger. He can't make out the man's facial features to be able to pick him out in a crowd. There is anger but the shifter's violent trembling is gone.

"Yea, it's him." Alpha responds voicing Jacob's own anger, jealousy and aggression. "Lucky bastard."

"Are they doing this now?" Jacob asks and feels sick to his stomach. He knows that this is a dream. That his mind is subconsciously replaying one of his moments with Leah that he's been craving; desperately trying to remember. This manifestation of himself into two entities is just a surreal explanation of the dueling thoughts inside of him; they are slowly coming together. One is weakening just enough for the other to come forward…maybe?

"You're a bright kid, I'll give you that." Alpha chuckles as there is a wild and, almost, feral rumbling to it. "You sell yourself short though." Jacob looks up at the Alpha, the words hitting a nerve, as he recalls hearing that exact statement many times throughout his life. "Lee told you that too, once." There's softness to his voice when her name passes his lips and the scene changes; Leah and the other alpha are gone. "You need to wake up, kid, and soon. I'll do my best to buy you some time but, unfortunately, I can't make any promises."

"Best to do what?" Jacob asks curiously; although deep down inside he already knows what, or rather, whom they are talking about.

"Leah. You just keep fucking it up for everyone." Alpha snarls venomously. The dark and angry look in his eyes makes Jacob back pedal away from him. "Our bond still holds but it's weakening the longer we're apart and the more time she spends with him." There's venom and an unspoken string of curses on the word 'him'.

Jacob can only nod his head, only partially understanding everything that is going on right at the moment. It all seems to make sense, as if he's awakening from a deep slumber and seeing the world for the first time. Alpha looks down at the man-boy before him and is uncertain of what to make of him. Their lives and souls are bonded and it's not as if he can just up and leave, finding a better candidate. This is the last chance he is going to allow before he just pulls the plug on the whole thing.

"You're going to have to seek me out and I'll tell you more." Alpha states as he slowly turns and walks away. An interruption is coming and even he is uncertain what will be the end result if he's let loose too soon. There's only so much a spirit can do for its host. His female seemed to always find a way to manipulate her host using her emotions; although they were, at times, stronger than anyone could've anticipated. She finally grew tired of waiting around for him to gain control of the boy and just left. He is unsure of whether or not our soul is just necessarily attached or attracted to shape shifting males, alphas in particular, or if she's simply going with the flow? He can only hope that she – they'll come back to them.

Jacob slowly awakens from his weird dream, only vaguely aware of what has happened and is only certain that he misses his beta. Sitting up, he lets a deep and rumbling growl after picking up the scent of a Cullen. There is only one, maybe two, of the Cullens stupid enough to come onto his territory despite the clear warning. Then again, Leah did always tell him that he sucked at making threats. "You need to stop making threats and start making promises. Then they'll respect you more. Follow through." He recalls her snarling out while they were running a quick patrol. There had been some vampires on their lands; the wolves had rounded them up, the Cullens had play diplomats and allowed them to go. The vampires then returned three more times to kill some innocent nearby. Leah had wanted to finish it and do what they were created for – decapitate the fuckers and watch them burn. He had only taken stock of her words and commented about how vicious and violent she could be – it was a turn on.

Getting out of bed, Jacob silently wishes that Leah was here so that he could tell her that or, better yet, show her. As odd as it may seem, Jacob having morning wood doesn't occur often nor do his thoughts usually drift to the more carnal side of life. Despite the fact that Sam, Jared, Paul and eventually the others shared in some physical attraction to their imprints, Quil excluded, he couldn't do it. Renesmee never held any sort of physical desire for her and romantically…that was an uphill battle. Jacob had tried to give into Renesmee's request for a more intimate relationship between them. He had tried kissing her but the moment her lips touched his, he pulled back and just felt dirty.

A deep groan escapes Jacob's lips as he remembers the last time they tried. Walking into the living room, he's mildly pleased that his hard-on is gone as he finds Renesmee sitting prime and proper in Leah's chair. He freezes realizing Renesmee's sitting arrangement and his eyes soften for a moment, she might not ever come back. Leah's scent is now long gone from the chair to the point that Renesmee is unfazed by it or maybe it's a challenge against the older woman?

"Renesmee," Jacob growls out. Crossing his arms, he glares down at the small woman before him. He'll not tolerate her disrespect of him, his pack or his beta. "Get up." Renesmee's eyes widen in surprise at the cold, hard and stern tone in his voice.

"And why, exactly, would I do that?" Renesmee asks sitting back into the huge recliner. She smiles smugly as she snuggles into the cushion; she damn well knows who chair this belongs to and she doesn't care. Leah left and it's time that her Jacob realizes it.

"Get. Up." Jacob seethes through gritted teeth, feeling heat shoot up and down his spine. Leah was right, has always been right. The Cullens have never taken him seriously because from the moment he defected from Sam's pack and started his own, all for the purpose of protecting Bella, he became their dog. He threw his family, friends and heritage away all for a woman who would never love him and only used him. To add more insult to injury, he imprinted on her daughter meaning that a life of freedom was gone from him.

He doubted his ability to lead his pack because of his attachment to the Cullens. Deep down inside, Jacob has always known that his imprinting on a half-vampire was wrong. It didn't make any sense. Vampires were immortal, opportunistic, vain, selfish and became easily attached to things and habits. He was bonded to a coven of vampires that would never release his imprint to live with him on the Rez to carry on his family's lineage. She would live forever and he would be forced to do the same. He never wanted to live forever but why was that his fate?

"Listen, Jacob," Renesmee begins taking in a deep breath. She chooses to ignore the violent twitch of the muscles in his broad shoulders. Letting out a sigh, she crosses her legs, rests her elbows on the arms of the chair and lightly weaves her fingers together. Jacob's upper lip pulls back into a sneer for a second before falling; she's trying to look like her grandfather. Too bad for her, he's not buying her shit, at least not anymore. "We've stayed here long enough. It's time for us to move on and especially you." Renesmee says looking up at Jacob with soft eyes. "Leah has moved on with life," She closes her eyes in disgust when she catches the pain in his. "There was nothing here for her, same as there's nothing here for you."

The words hit Jacob like a huge 18-wheeler semi going at full speed; it's not what Renesmee has said about him or his home, it's about Leah. He's only wanted Leah to be happy; selfishly he felt certain that she was happy, here, at home – with him. The idea of her moving on and adding the dream he's just woken up from with that bastard holding and loving her – it sickens him.

Renesmee continues on with her speech, completely oblivious to her wolf's tense stance, the low and angry rumblings of the wolf inside of him and the telling breaking and resetting of bones. Jacob's ears are pounding with the frantic beating of his heart and rushing of his heated blood through his veins. The image replaying in his mind of some other man, another wolf, holding his Lee; the image is infuriating him to the point of a blind rage. He's spent so much time trying to keep potential suitors away from her and this happens! And at this realization of his hand in Leah's possibly desire to leave, the anger is gone.

A small understanding hits him of Sue's aggression and anger towards him. Why the Elders and even, maybe, the Cullens have kept her leaving a secret for so long. He held her back, she stayed back because of him; they loved each other once – well, he still loves her. Does she still love him? He's wanted to keep Leah for himself and never did anything to ensure that she had the same claim on him.

There is a nagging question, it's like a worm wiggling around in the back of his brain; why? Why is he suddenly becoming aware of this? Has he always felt this way for Leah? Was it always this strong? How is it possible? And why did he imprint if his wolf, his spirit, has made it clear that he chooses Leah?

Sitting down, Jacob pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to wrap his mind around all of the questions, thoughts, ideas and theories. Everything is coming upon him all at once and it's too much for him to handle. Leah was better at piecing information together than he was; he's certain that she'd understand all of this better than he would.

"So I know that this is a lot for you to take in but I believe that this will all be for the best, in the end." Looking up, Jacob suddenly becomes aware that Renesmee has still been talking to him all this time. A twinge of disappointment touches him seeing that his imprint isn't even in tuned with her own wolf. Leah would've recognized his anger, frustration and confusion; she would've tended to him or at least asked 'what's the hell wrong with you?' A frown graces his lips as Renesmee continues prattling on and seeing as she now has Jacob's full attention becomes filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Does she even know me?

Does she even care?

Why her?

These questions and more run through Jacob's mind as he stares at his imprint, trying to make sense of the last six years of his life and everything that has led him to this point. Jacob finds himself looking at Renesmee, as if for the first time ever, seeing a young woman with an unnatural beauty. Her skin so pale, that if he sits and stares at one spot long enough, that her blue and purple veins are visible to his heightened eye sight. Her small, thin lips are a deep red and his eyes narrow, for a second, thinking if she's been drinking blood more and more? Her hands are small, tiny, fragile, well-manicured and look soft; a sign that she's never done a bit of work in her entire life. Renesmee is a spoiled brat, convinced that everything is to be handed to her on a gold platter with the matching utensils. She has no real interest in life outside of her coven. He's had a hand in turning his sweet Nessie into this creature…or has he?

Standing up, Jacob turns and heads for the door leaving a surprised Renesmee behind.

"Where are you going, Jacob? We're leaving."

"No, no I'm not." Jacob answers her only shaking his head, not even bothering to turn around and face her. He wants to argue with her about why it's suddenly so important that the Cullens leave Forks, especially when his pack and home needs him the most. However, there's that small, deep voice inside of him, encouraging him to leave her behind, to continue on keeping as much distance and time between them. Besides, he's got some questions that need answering. "Listen to me and listen to me good, Renesmee." Jacob states coldly. Renesmee tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowed and lips pursed together in a small pout. Jacob looks back at her over his shoulder and takes in a deep breath. "I don't want you on my land, any longer. I'm going to tell the pack, my pack, to kill a leech and half-leech on sight." Renesmee can't help the surprised gasp that escapes her mouth as Jacob turns around to face her. His words falling out in a cold, harsh and vengeful tone; she's seen this look before but never on him. It's a look that Leah Clearwater has yielded effortlessly. However, it's not the words that Jacob says, that have shocked her so much; it's the promise behind them. A part of her wants to argue with Jacob, reason with him, tell him that he's being silly and overreacting. That this is all just some big mistake, a misunderstanding and that it's Leah's fault. But her pleas and over confident rhetoric will fall on deaf ears because the man standing before her isn't her Jacob, not anymore.

"Ja," Renesmee begins but is cut off with a menacing and threatening growl.

"And it's not a threat, a suggestion or a request. It's a promise and a command." Jacob finishes up as he clenches and unclenches his fists, trying to fight the urge to kill the girl on spot. La Push already has enough problems without pissing off another coven of vengeful vampires. "Now I strongly suggest you leave – immediately." And with that Jacob walks out the door, making a beeline for the trees, preparing to get some answers to his questions.

A/N: Alright, so I finally got around to updating. This is definitely NOT the original chapter idea that I had. It was about Leah and John but, damnit, if Jacob isn't determined to try and push John out of my mind. Now, if only their fight would involve...like, oil and bare chest...OH! Naked bodies...well...no because then they'd just phase and fight. *frowns and scrunches forehead* Alright, I'm getting WAY off topic.

But, I'd like to thank everyone for all the reviews you gave me last chapter. Ah, damnit! ONE! One away from having 42 total. Where are the original reviewers? T-T Is my poor updating schedule to blame? I have a LIFE people! Albeit, a hectic, busy and costly life involving siblings, mothers, nieces, nephew, friends, book clubs, video games, Chipotle, a job forcing me into a small cubicle village with 3 other people who are cool...but their lack of typing makes it look like I'm up to no good. I mean would it kill them to type up an email, so when I'm typing furiously in MS Word it doesn't look so wrong?

Anywho, I love you all very much. Thank you for taking time out of your day and/or evening to read my story. I really appreciate the PMs I've gotten from people telling me that they've read this story multiple times or just happened upon it. I'm really too lazy right now, as always, to go check out the individual reviews and name-names but I do not mind the language barrier. I'm American and know that English isn't everyone's first language. So don't worry about translations issues. I'm not too lazy to go google translate and try and figure out what you said about me. LOL. That and it's something fun to do at work.

Also, the John and Jacob fan war seems to still be waging on. There are some serious die hard Blackwater fans out there that just HATE John's guts. LMAO. And then there are those that love John and are rooting for Leah to hook up with him. I love the feelings and support you show to the characters, especially my OC and his pack. I, personally, don't read too many stories with OC in it, but it means a lot that you all forgo that just for little ole me. Now, I can't tell you who will win Leah's heart in the end because really it's up to Leah who she wants to spend her life with. And...some day, I'll make it back to Leah. Quit SEDUCING ME, JACOB! *shuts eyes and turns head* Gawd, you're so hot and effing glorious!

Oh...and my profile pic...it's John's torso. Thanks to hilja for giving me the pic. ROFLMAO. I've also received a lot of compliments for that as well.

So review please and thanks for reading - again!

Love you all!

KKJ