A/n: Omg, sorry it took me so long to update, I've just been so busy! But luckily, I am now updating again! Btw, I'm writing a fic for the outsiders, if u want to check it out (and hopefully review :) it involves vamps, but it's not twilight style. It would be kinda disturbing if it was though, I mean greasers, sparkling? *shudders*
Jacob's pov:
After Edward and I err…finished what we started, we quickly got dressed again, not bothering with a shirt. Edward seemed to like it. It was easy to tell by his expression. He was once again wearing those dark, tight, jeans he looked so good in. I reached into my back pocket, pulling out a pack of Marlboro's. Edward was kind of pissed- I mean, I guess I would be, too. I hadn't exactly told Edward that I smoked. In fact, up until now I'd been deliberately hiding it. I just didn't want him to be disappointed in me. but, after a moment, his anger faded and he shrugged saying,
"Well, we're already walking corpses", with a light chuckle. I offered him one, and he lit up, taking a long drag.
"Not that I'm mad" he began slowly "but when did you start?"
I shrugged. "Couple weeks after turning into a werewolf". There was a brief, contented silence. He was leaned against my shoulder, snuggled up against me. it felt good. I mean doing…other things, to say the least, was hella fun, but It was really nice to feel all warm and fuzzy inside, during moments like this. I laughed lightly, thinking about how messed up this scene looked. Two innocent-looking people, who are really one vampire and one former werewolf, current vampire, snuggling, and holding hands, while making goo-goo eyes and all the while smoking cigarettes. It wondered how it would look to a person who knew nothing about vampires. My thoughts began to take a darker turn as I wondered how it would look to a member of the volturi guard. I mean, turning a werewolf into a vampire would anger them enough, but also the fact that we're together, when I was a werewolf (although now I was technically a vampire, the guard wouldn't see it that way. They just wanted an excuse to kill.) Why can't they stick to humans I thought bitterly why do they have to kill their own kind for no good reason?
"I don't know" Edward said, his bitter tone reflecting mine. When he tried to be mad at me, it was amusing, because he always failed. No one could resist The Vampire Jake…literally (thank you mind control!) But, anyway, when he spoke of the volturi he was genuinely mad. I stroked his hair soothingly, at a loss for what else to do. As far as I knew, the volturi hadn't done anything to him, specifically. But maybe they'd gotten to someone he cared about…
"No" he sighed, taking one last drag on his cigarette before putting it out "they haven't, yet. I'm just worried…I mean…if they got you…" his voice was shaky.
"It'll be okay, I promise" I murmured, pulling him against my bare chest. I kissed him chastely and lovingly on the lips, and slowly pulled away. I could have stayed like this forever. But, unfortunately, Edward's cell phone rang, and he answered it swiftly.
"Hello" he answered. With my enhanced hearing, I could easily recognize the caller as his sister, Alice.
"Edward, you and Jake should come home. Something's wrong…"
"The Volturi found us?" he asked nervously.
"No, it's not that, it's Carlisle" she replied in an unstable, anxious, voice.
"What's wrong with him?" at that moment he was as close to tears as it were possible for a vampire to be
"We're not sure. He's just…getting weaker. Right now we're pretty sure It's over 300 years without human blood catching up to him. He may not have long…"
"Well get him to stop this vegetarian nonsense before it's too late!"
"We tried, he refuses."
"Okay" Edward sighed, defeated "I'll be here as soon as I can" and then he hung up.
"I'm sorry" I said sympathetically, at a loss for what else to say. He buried his face in my chest once again, sobbing tearlessly. I rubbed his back a bit, hoping that'd help
"He's the closest thing I have to a father…" he sobbed. Wordlessly, he lit up another cigarette, taking an extremely long drag and exhaling. He looked a bit calmer now, but his eyes were still full of grief and despair.
"Should we go see him…before…" I trailed off
"I guess so" he sniffed. We put on shirts, jackets, and shoes, not bothering to pack. I had a feeling we wouldn't be in forks too long, just enough to be with Carlisle until…a thought suddenly occurred to me
"It's my fault, isn't it?"
"What?" Edward asked me as if I were crazy
"He made me a vampire. Biting a werewolf probably killed him. It's all my fault. You must hate me"
"Jake" he said in a surprised tone "it's not your fault. The animal blood makes you weaker over time. I saw it happening everyday, especially with Carlisle. I knew it, but I had no reason to quit. Until I found you. And I could never hate you. Never."
"That's nice to know" I said, sighing with relief.
As usual, he was leaning against me. But he radiated fear, grief, and desperation. I wanted to comfort him, but I was at a loss for what to do. So I just let him lean on me, as we drove. Occasionally, he sobbed, and I just wanted to take his pain away. If only I knew how.