Please don't beat me up! I know its been a long time since I've updated, but look! I made another chapter. So please put down the pitchforks and lighted torches. Geez. Lol. 8P
I didn't know what to expect when I got home.
I clutched his shirt tightly, my fingers leaving ripped holes in the fabric. The wind bended and swished as he ran with me on his back. I felt like I was being suffocated, and I felt excited.
It was like traveling around the world through light.
"We're almost home." Edward whispered, his voice bouncing of the wind current and to my ear.
Home. His home. My home. Our home.
Our home had a nice ring to it.
The wind came to an abrupt halt, and I jerked with the stop.
"Sorry." Edward smiled apologetically, and helped me off him.
"It's ok. Just try to smooth the landing next time." I smiled up at him.
"Yes wolf boy." Edward ran his fingers do my whip lashed hair, and I shivered.
Carlisle arrived next to us at the same time.
"Would you like to talk now or maybe later?" He asked me, his eyes anxious.
"Maybe later. I'm not feeling too good." My legs start to fail at working, and Edward picked me up.
One hand supporting under my back, and another holding my legs, and Edward was in his room in a flash.
Well, our room.
He laid me on the bed, and curled up to my side. I sighed, laying my head on his chest, and listened to his breathing.
Even though he didn't have to breathe, he still did.
"How are you feeling, wolf?" The soft rumble of his voice hummed from his chest.
"Tired, but relieved. I finally have you, and I don't have to wait anymore." I looked up to him, my eyes dark with arousal.
He took a deep breath in, exhaled loudly, and flashed me a teasing smirk.
"You think you've had it bad? I've been waiting for over 100 years. You don't know what a true wait is."
"You give a new meaning to the term 'blue balls.'"
"At least I can't die from it."
"We will see about that."
"I don't think so." Edward rolled me over, and was on top of me in an instant.
"I see you're tired of waiting."
"I've been tired of waiting, like you said, I finally have you and I don't have to wait anymore."
"Then don't." I leaned my head up, and captured his lips. He tasted like ice and heaven. Cool nirvana, frozen angel kissing me back with unbridled passion.
I had to pull away, an air filled laugh escaping past my lips.
"What's so funny?" Edward's chin was close to mine, his lips moving against me.
"I just don't understand it sometimes. Until now, I wanted you dead. And now...I just want you."
He stares at me, and a lazy smile breaks out on his face.
"I've never gone that far as to wanting you dead." I snicker at that. "But you weren't my favorite person in the world. And now...I can't keep away from you. I refuse to." Edward kisses my forehead, sweet and slow.
He rolls back onto the bed, and pulls me half way on top of him. Were back to our original position, my head on his chest, our legs tangled together, and relaxed to the bone.
"Sleep wolf, you're exhausted."
"I don't wanna."
"Jacob."
"Edward."
"Wolf."
"Vamp."
"Boy."
"Old man."
"Old man? No ones ever used that against me." His young face is grinning against my head.
"That's because they don't want to aggravate you in your condition."
"What condition?"
"Blue Balls Syndrome."
Edward chuckles, kissing my forehead again.
"I've found the perfect wolf. Tantalizing and witty."
"Don't use big words around me."
"Jacob." He is serious now.
"Hmm?" I shut my mouth, laughter pounding against my lips.
His hand starts to rub up and down my back, and my eyes droop.
"There you go." He croons, and I'm half sleep at his voice.
"Stop, I want to stay up with you." I yawn, and fall deeper in sleep.
"Sleep Jacob."
I'm already gone.
His touch is like heaven, his voice is like heaven.
He is my heaven, and I am home.
"Wakey wakey, sleepy head!"
I groaned, the trilling girly voice coaxed me out of my sleep.
"Alice, if you weren't a girl, I would sock you in the mouth." Alice giggles at me, and I open my eyes.
Black hair covered my forehead, and hazel eyes were in my face.
"How long have you been like this?" I had to ask.
"I lost count of hours." She deadpans, and I snort loudly.
"Where is Edward?" I yawn, sitting up.
"He went hunting. He had to take out his frustrations." Alice smiles knowingly.
"Please tell me he isn't humping a mountain lion." I smirked. Alice tilts her head back, and her bell-like laughter is loud. I laughed with her, her giggling contagious, and she smiles at me.
"I know you're hungry, so Esme is cooking-" I was out the door before her sentence. Esme is cooking, that's all I need.
I heard the trilling, bell tinkling laughter from my room, and I smiled teasingly.
Delicious scents of food wafted to my nose, and my stomach rumbled loudly.
Esme laughed from the kitchen, and I entered quickly.
"Here is your food. Go to the dining room, Carlisle needs to talk to you." Esme smiles and I kiss her cheek.
My heart pounded hard when I got to the dining room, my hands grew sweaty as I held the plate of food.
Carlisle sat at the end of the table; the blinds were shut behind him. Few rays of sun shined through, and haloed around Carlisle's head. He looked like a fallen, golden angel, beautiful and tortured. Something inside me hurt from thinking at.
"Please sit, Jacob."
And I did. I pushed the plate to the side, focused on Carlisle.
"Do you know anything about what happened to Muse?" Carlisle got straight to the point.
"Only that he died too young. He hasn't really told me anything."
"He talks to you?" Carlisle eyes were wide.
"Sometimes. He is part of my inner wolf. I can see him, mentally."
"Amazing." Carlisle murmurs. I smile weakly, eyeing my plate of morsels.
"If you're hungry, eat." He teased.
"You talk first, and then I'll eat."
"When we first moved here, it was only Esme, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett and I. We didn't meet Alice or Jasper yet. Ephraim, your great grandfather, was chief. He had 3 sons, Muse, Quil, and Ephraim the 2nd, your grandfather."
"Quil? So does that mean me and Quil, my pack mate, are cousins?"
"Yes. His grandfather, Quil, was your grandfather's brother."
"Cool." Carlisle chuckles at my casual response.
"Ephraim was the one we made the treaty with, and once I met Muse...something incredible happened."
"What happened?" I was on the edge of my seat.
"He imprinted on me. The first werewolf to imprint on a vampire. We fell in love, and planned on leaving the state together. But he couldn't abandon his duties as the next chief, and I couldn't just abandon Esme and everyone."
"Does she know what happened between you?"
"She knows. She says she understands, but deep down I'm hurting her. But you can't help who you love."
He was right.
"Carlisle...Muse is showing me something." My eyes lids fluttered shut, and Carlisle was standing over me, watching my face.
My father hated Carlisle. He hated him so much, that he started to hate me. When we told him of my imprinting, his tirade was unbelievable. He ranted, stomped, and cursed Carlisle. He was the one that started the ritual, and he wanted Levi to win. Levi was my intended mate.
During the ritual, I started my first period. The pain was unimaginable, and I passed out. Carlisle was fighting Levi in the final round and he became distracted. From the blood, and my screams. Levi dove in, pinning Carlisle, and gently embedding his teeth in his throat. Carlisle lost, the match, and me.
Father was happy, rapt in congratulating Levi, that they didn't even notice me bleeding. Only Quil and Carlisle held me, worried that I was dying. Ephraim, my brother, was furious at my father's behavior.
I was changing, and my father knew.
He told Levi the good news, my ability to produce children. I was the first werewolf to have that ability.
3 months later, I was pregnant. There was a celebration, and my father sent me wondrous gifts. Levi was ecstatic.
Levi wasn't the father, Carlisle was.
Levi didn't know. And I kept it that way.
3 more months later, I went into labor. My womb was rock hard, and no entrapment could cut through it. We didn't know what to do.
The baby clawed through my stomach, drowning in my blood, choking on the liquid.
Carlisle couldn't save him, he couldn't save me.
And I died, holding my son in my arms. His umbilical cord wasn't cut yet.
Half vampire and werewolf, and he couldn't escape death.
But I could faintly remember blond hair, and half closed hazel eyes.
He was Carlisle's son, and Levi, and my father finally saw that.
My eyes clouded with tears, and I sobbed chokingly. Poor Muse, poor Carlisle, and poor baby. It didn't even get the chance. My wiped my eyes, cradled by Edward, who came when he saw my visions.
"Shhh. It's going to be alright, Jacob." He held me so tightly, his voice wavering.
"I love Muse so much. I should have been able to save him, and the baby. I got to hold him. He was so warm. Warmer than any vampire can be. He would have been spoiled. My beautiful son." Carlisle whispered.
Edward picked me up again, and I clinged to his shirt like a baby.
"Come. Let's go to bed, Jacob." Edward kissed me gently.
"Jacob enough blubbering. I rather have died loving Carlisle, than live with another." Muse smiled sadly, flashing white teeth.
"Shut up, I'm not blubbering." I sniffled, smiling watery.
"Say good night to Carlisle for me, since I obviously can't do it." Muse rolled his eyes, a crooked smile on his face.
"Muse says good night, Carlisle." I flashed a grin at Carlisle, and his face lit up.
"Night, nosy wolf." Carlisle patted my shoulder, a teasing grin on his lips, and I could imagine him doing the same thing to Muse.
"Night, Carly." Muse smiled the same grin, and then he faded away.
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