Chapter Twenty - World

"She didn't have any nightmares, at least," Jacob's husky voice said. He was right - I hadn't dreamt at all last night. "You guys can go home for now. I doubt he'd come here in the daytime."
"Renesmee's awake," Dad told him. "We'll be back tonight to check on things. You should get some rest."
"I can't right now......" Jacob said sadly.
"Some faith, Jacob, please," Dad murmered to whatever thoughts Jacob was having right now. "No one will let anything happen to her."
I wished he would listen. Jacob was worrying himself to death for no reason. I got out of the bed and walked towards their voices.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Mom smiled. "We're going to be going to the house for a little while, but we'll be back later tonight; do you need anything from home?"
"Will you bring me some clothes? And my mp3 player?" I asked sleepily. Jacob had no good music here, and it was making me crazy.
Dad laughed at my thought. "We'll bring them."
"We love you," Mom said as she pulled me into a hug.
"Love you, too," I kissed her on the cheek. "I'll see you guys later."
Dad swooped forward and grabbed me up into a bone crushing hug. He must be more worried than he was letting on......
"No, it's not that," he reassured me. "Love you, darling."
"I love you too, Dad. Don't worry, I'm safe here," I told him anyways. He may be the one who can read thoughts, but I knew him too well for him to always hide his from me. My parents went outside and I heard their car start as Jacob swept me up into his arms.
"Love you, Nessie," He said as he nuzzled his face into my hair and deeply inhaled. He sounded a lot happier than I'd expected.
"Love you, Jacob. Soooooooo much," I crooned, making him chuckle. "So what's the plan for today?" I asked him.
He opened up his mouth to answer, but stopped as the little phone in the kitchen began to ring. He walked to it still carrying me, and picked up the little receiver. "Hello?" he answered.
"Someone's been here," Dad said hurriedly on the other line. Jacob's face went pale green underneath the beautiful russet tone. "It was him, he was in her room. He took some things........"
Jacob looked like he wanted to answer and just could not. I held my hand out for the phone and he handed it to me.
"What did he take?" I asked my father.
"Your photo album, the letter you wrote to Nahuel...." he went silent for a moment. "Your mother says one of your pajama sets are gone, too. We can't be sure of what else."
I thought for a moment. "Do you think he came here last night to get you guys out of the house?"
"I hadn't considered that......" he trailed off. "It's definitely a possibility," he finally answered.
"What should we do? I think you guys should stay there for awhile so he won't come back......" I answered part of my own question.
"Yes, but we'll be back tonight. I'll call Alice and see if she would mind to house sit while we're gone."
"Why would he take my pajamas??" I thought hard on this one..... he could have taken any peice of my clothing, or all of them if that's what he'd come for.
"Your mother has a theory. She said she saw you in the missing ones the night that you were mad at Jacob..... he may have taken them because Jacob's scent wasn't on them."
Jacob smashed his fist into the kitchen counter, leaving a large hole going through to the bottom of it. He set me slowly to my feet and walked out the front door.
"I have to go, Dad. Tell me if you figure out anything."
"Goodbye, darling. We love you."
"Bye. Love you guys too." I hung up the phone and went to find Jacob. I heard a loud crash that sounded like a tree being hit with something huge. I found Jake out back, holding an entire tree trunk. He hurled it at another one and it cracked like lightning. His expression almost scared me, and I was never scared of Jacob. His heavy brows were so close together, there seemed to be no skin seperating them, and his jaw was twisted angrily.
"Jake.....?" I spoke quietly. He spun around to see me, and his expression softened immediately.
"Sorry, Ness......" His brows drew themselves back together. "I need to find that guy.... I have to kill him."
"No, you don't," I told him, although I wasn't sure that I was right. "You need to come inside and calm down. Billy's not going to be too happy when he sees that giant hole in his table....."
"Who cares? I have bigger problems than broken furniture." He slowly followed me back into the house. "Why the hell would he take that stuff?" he asked me very seriously.
"I don't know..... he probably took my photo album because it's filled with pictures of me......." I trailed off because I could feel the anger emanating off of Jacob.
"He's probably looking at you right now!" he yelled. He curled up into a ball on the floor like he'd just been punched in the stomach.
"Jake?? Are you okay?" I dropped to my knees and tried to uncurl his body, but he wouldn't unlock his arms from around his legs.
"No. I'm not," he said in a deadened voice. He was really starting to scare me now. I had never seen Jacob get even close to this upset about anything in my life. How would he react if something actually did happen to me?
I pushed that thought aside - I did not want to know the answer to it. I did not intend on finding out either.
"Come on, Jacob. It's going to be okay," I dropped to my knees above him and rubbed his back.
"No. It's not," he said in that same voice.
"Jacob Black, I am here right now. You are here right now. Nothing has happened yet, and it's not going to help if you just lay here in the floor all day."
He raised himself up slowly, and I got to my feet as well. I wrapped my arms around him and he hugged me back, but only half-heartedly. I pulled back and looked up at his face. His features drooped in sadness.
"Will you tell me what exactly is bothering you so bad at this moment? Please?" There was obviously more on his mind than what he was letting me know. When he didn't answer me immediately, I put my hand under his chin to make him look at me and sent him another Please?
"I'm so unlucky in love....." he said slowly and quietly. I let his face drop, and then I slapped him in it.
"Ow!" he yelled as he jumped backwards and rubbed his cheek.
"Don't you ever compare me to my mother Jacob!!!!!" I screamed in his face. "You and I and her and you are two completely different things!!!!"
"Sorry, Ness!!!! You didn't have to hit me though!"
"You deserved it for even thinking that!" I glared at him. He really did look sorry though, so I eventually softened my expression.
"You're right about our relationship being completely different, but you are alot like your mom. She's the only other girl whose ever hit me in the face," he joked.
"Yeah, but I bet hers didn't hurt as much," I gloated. Jacob had a slightly pink handprint on his left cheek that was quickly fading away. "Sorry for slapping you," I tried to say seriously, but I couldn't stop giggling. He couldn't help but beam his sunshine smile.
Jacob started tickling me and I ran from him. He chased me through the kitchen and out of the back door to the garage before he could catch me. He pinned me against his car as I squealed and giggled at his tickling me.
"You better stop!" I said playfully.
"What are you going to do??" he joked back as his fingers slightly dug into my ribs and waist. "You really think you could take me? That slap didn't hurt that bad," he teased.
I pushed him back quickly and he fell to the floor on his back with me on top of him. I tickled his sides and blew a raspberry on his stomach. We rolled around playfighting for a few minutes before we started kissing eachother.
His lips met mine roughly as he rolled over top of me. I pulled his shirt quickly over his head and wrapped my arms around his body, easing myself off the ground. He sat up on his knees, pulling me with him as he slid my sweatshirt off. His lips moved swiftly down my neck as he wrapped his hands around my bare back, pushing his body tightly against mine. Every time his lips touched my skin, the blood boiled beneath them, leaving my entire insides on fire.
My fingers wove into the roots of his hair as I brought his face back to mine eagerly. His warm lips molded to mine again as his hands formed an iron cage all the way around my waist. His hands left blazing hot trails down my hips as they slid beneath my gigantic sweatpants, allowing them to fall around my knees. He dragged me towards him even more by my bottom until my body was molded completely to his form.
He ripped the sweatpants off of my feet, then moved his arms up quickly and wrapped his fingers around the backs of both of my knees, pulling my legs up to wrap around his waist. I sub-consciously dug my nails into the skin of his back, making him throw back his head in agony and pleasure.
He gently bit my lip as he laid me down on my back, and I tugged at the bottoms of the legs of his shorts.
"Jacob!!" a voice called loudly from a good distance. We both stopped and stayed still as statues. "We need you!! Bring Nessie so she's not alone!!!" It sounded like Quil.
"Dammit!!" I yelled loudly. I had to leave this perfect moment now to go hear about this horrible guy that was obsessing over me. My day was quickly turning to crap. Jacob laughed at my attitude as he slid back into his shorts, leaving his shirt lying on the ground. I pulled his sweats back on and we made our way to the nearby woods.
"What's going on?" Jacob asked Quil in a serious, business-like tone.
He handed Jacob an envelope with my name written in large black letters on the outside of it. "Seth was running home from Liz's house when he caught the guy's scent really strong, and he followed it to this. He had left more endless trails going in circles, so Seth couldn't find him."
"How did he know it would be found.....?" Jacob said more to himself than anyone as he rolled the envelope over in his big hands. I was too stunned to say anything - what was it? A letter for me? What could he possibly have to say to me??
Jacob looked at me questioningly for a long moment. "Do you want to open it?" he asked eventually.
I held out my hands for the envelope. He dropped it into them and I ripped the top of it open to withdraw the contents. I unfolded the peice of paper and read it twice slowly:
"Renesmee,
So beautiful...... I do hope to meet you soon. You are my world now."

The paper slipped from my fingers and fell to the forest floor with a light rustling sound. I stood frozen, staring at where the paper had been. A chill of ice rolled along my spine as I remembered Jacob's words to me in the woods many months ago, "I am in love with you. You are my world...."
Jacob leaned down and picked up the note. His brows furrowed together in frustration as he read it over and over. He crumpled it up and threw it as hard as he could. I could hear the dull thud of it's landing far in the distance.
"COME OUT, COWARD!!!" he screamed into the wind. "YOU WANNA MEET HER, YOU'VE GOT TO GET THROUGH ALL OF US FIRST!!! COME OUT AND LET ME KILL YOU NOW!!!!!"
"What did it say?" Quil asked Jacob. Jake looked like he was ready to attack something and could not speak at the moment, so Quil turned his gaze to me.
"It said he hoped to meet me soon. And that I'm his world now," I said quickly. The three of us looked over to the right as we heard someone coming upon us - alot of someone's, actually. Jacob clenched his fists up tightly but then relaxed slightly as the scent of some of his and Sam's pack members came to us in the breeze.
Jake ripped his shorts down and threw them to me while Quil hid behind a tree. They both phased in less than a second, and then eight wolves loped out of the cover of the wilderness to stop in front of us. I recognized each of them: Seth, Leah, Sam, Paul, Jarrod, Embry, Colin, and Brady.
I sat down where I was and let them have their silent discussion. Jacob kept pacing and growling, and the others looked angry as well. Leah kept nodding her head back and forth, but at what I would never know. Sam was the only one that stayed still and looked completely calm.
I laid my head down in the dirt as I waited for them to finish. I felt sick to my stomach, something that usually only happened when I forced down disgusting human food. The note had said he hoped to meet me soon..... How would he manage that? He'd already been here, and to my house, so he knew how many protectors I had surrounding me at all times. He must be planning something.... But what? How did he expect to get close to me?
I searched my brain for a reasonable explanation, for any hole in my defenses. I found none; maybe he was crazy. Or really stupid, although his ability to keep thwarting everyone after him made that proposition seem illogical. He was obviously extremely sneaky. Could he be any different from the werewolves I'd always known about? Of course it was possible - anything is possible when you live in a world like mine.
What could be different about him that would allow him to get around everyone standing between him and me? How did he always seem to disappear right before he was caught? Even by my dad, who could see right into his mind...... he'd said his mind was filled with me that first day, but that should not have mattered. Dad and Mom should have been able to find him just by following his scent; he hadn't led them in circles that time, but they still somehow lost him......
"Where's the rest of his pack?" The last question came out of my mouth as it entered my brain. Everyone stopped moving and looked at me as I looked at all of them. My eyes stopped on Jacob. "He has to have a pack, doesn't he?"
Jacob blinked and cocked his head to the side. His eyes shifted to Sam for a long time before he looked back at me. I held his gaze longingly for the next twenty minutes. I laid back down in the dirt and bracken to let them finish.
My life was becoming so tumultuous lately. There were so many parts that were wonderful and new, but there were terrible things to be dealt with at the same time. Every day was a mixup of passion and fury, of love and hate......I didn't know how much longer I could take it.
I heard the wolves leaving in all different directions but didn't feel like moving yet. Jacob picked his shorts up off of me with his human arms and put them back on, then picked me up gently. He picked the leaves and debris from my hair before setting off with me in his arms. Neither one of us said a word.