"Renesmee, please don't do this. You need to hunt." My father spoke with urgency, shaking my shoulder roughly like it would somehow shake some sense into me. "You're thirsty."

I stared back at him, showing no emotion whatsoever. I felt numb, and very tired- just plain exhausted. To be honest, I knew I was thirsty. My throat was burning so hot that it felt like there was a branding iron pressed against the back of my esophagus. I wasn't stupid, I knew I needed to hunt; but at the same time, I wasn't motivated enough to even care. Why should I even feed?

I was a disgusting human being. Well, human-vampire hybrid, but it still didn't change the fact with how disgusted I was with myself.

It has been almost a week since I've last seen Jacob. No, it wasn't like he stopped coming to see me- instead I was the one avoiding him. He would pound his fist hard enough on my bed room door to shake the surrounding walls, demanding me to open the door and talk to him. Sometimes even fiercely begging me. But I continued to refuse. I didn't deserve to be in his presence, I didn't deserve to have him as my best friend. I didn't deserve having Jacob in my life at all. I was worthless.

"Renesmee, please sweetheart, you need to hunt." My mother begged from behind my father. Her brows were scrunched together with concern, her eyes pleading and desperate.

"I'm not thirsty, or hungry for that matter. I'm completely fine." I denied to them with a straight face. My hands were trembling at my sides. I avoided looking them in the eye, because they tend to reveal when I was being dishonest- but I knew my father could obviously see through my lies, literally. I didn't even have to ask him to know he was searching through my thoughts, trying to piece together why I was refusing to take proper care of myself.

I didn't understand or even knew why I was struggling so bad. It shouldn't be this hard on someone, especially me. I was an emotionally stable girl, I could handle things that would break regular people; yet I was ripping apart at the seams because of these confusing feelings for my friend. It shouldn't feel this bad. I've seen plenty of romance movies with the same scenario I was going through. Girl falls for her guy best friend, she feels like she is walking on egg shells around him trying to keep her secret; he somehow ends up finding out, and they somehow end up happily ever after in the end. But that won't be the case with Jacob and I. Jacob doesn't see me as any more than a little sister, or close friend. He can't possibly love me in the way I was currently desiring. He was almost like an uncle in a way with how he have been in my life ever since I was born. He and my mom were best friends once upon a time, which was probably why he was so compelled to stay around. It also didn't help that he was "imprinted" on me. He had no choice over the matter, it was some shape-shifter thing where they were destined to protect only one person on this earth. But I've never met another imprintee like myself; I've only met other shape-shifters like Jacob, so I didn't know if it was possible for a wolf and his imprint to have a romantic relationship. Maybe some other imprintees felt the same as me, where they loved the person who imprinted on them. Or maybe I was all alone. I was unsure, but I felt like my parents and Jacob were retaining a lot of details regarding the imprint bond- I wanted to know more, what the bond really meant for us. Would we always be this way, or will things eventually change?

I moved my eyes past them to stare at the wall. Everything has been becoming dull lately. I couldn't concentrate on anything for too long. My vision was fading in and out, and I could barely understand a word they were saying to me. Even my own thoughts were incoherent and jumbled.

I am so thirsty. Also, I am tired. I just can't do this.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the bright sunlight pouring in from my windows that my parents opened the curtains to. My head ached, and my throat was throbbing at each beat of my rapid heart. But I pushed those feelings away; I tried to focus on the people in front of me.

It has been like this way for a week so far, shortly after my father found me collapsed and sobbing on the forest floor. He carried me home that night, trying to comfort me.

"Renesmee, you don't need to feel guilty about these emotions you've been having. Jacob isn't going to stop being your friend just because of these newfound feelings; you don't need to beat yourself up over something like this." My father murmured quietly, picking me up like I weighed a mere feather; tucking a loose strand of hair behind the shell of my ear.

"You don't know that for sure." I mumbled tiredly, burying my face into his shoulder. "I don't deserve to be his friend. I don't deserve Jacob."

"You won't know for sure either if you don't give him a chance to try and understand." He softly replied.

Ever since my father brought me home I've been isolating in my bedroom, desperately trying to escape these confusing thoughts and feelings. I didn't want to risk seeing Jacob, because I didn't know how I was going to hold myself together. But it felt physically painful to be away from him. I've never been away from Jacob this long ever in my life. The longest I've gone without seeing him was two days, but even then, he was calling me to speak with me at least once a day.

I love Jacob, but that was bad. It was wrong of me to have feelings for my best friend; especially if he practically helped raise me. He would probably feel disgusted for being intimate with someone who he spent changing their diapers as a baby; even if it were only for a couple of weeks. I would feel dirty if it was the other way around, I could just imagine how he'd feel.

"Edward, what are we going to do?" My mother whispered harshly to him, trying to appear calm. "She is going to starve herself to death if we don't do anything…!"

"We won't let that happen Bella. I refuse to let her do that to herself." He replied quietly, trying to comfort her. "She will eventually snap out of this, I know she will."

I watched them with limited interest, not completely being able to follow the conversation. I wasn't going to starve myself to death. When I got the energy, I will go out and hunt. Whenever that was I was currently unsure. I could feel my head slowly lopping to the side before I quickly caught myself. God, I was so exhausted. My throat was on fire, and the pit of my stomach was hollow. My eyes fluttered, trying extremely hard to keep them open. I've never felt this type of pain before, at least not this intense. I have gone a while without hunting before, but that was only a few days- it has been a little more than a week now. What day was it even now? Eight, nine? I've already lost track. The days has mushed together in a blur.

I heard the slam of the glass door downstairs beneath my room, and a waft of my favorite smell entered my nostrils. Smoky bonfires. The only reason I could identify that scent was because a couple of years back we had a camp fire in our back yard. He taught me how to make a fire, and we roasted marshmallows even though I just eventually spat mine out because it was too sugary for my taste. I can still remember him laughing at my reaction.

"Most people love this stuff Ness! I can't believe you don't like it- I practically lived on this stuff when I was younger!"

I tried to spit out the mush the stuck to my tongue, rubbing my mouth on my sleeve. "It just feels like sweet glue in my mouth!"

Jacob. I thought tiredly to myself.

I could hear him stomping up the stairs angrily. The scent of him now hitting me like a pile of bricks, my mouth started instantly watering.

My eyes quickly widened in shock; I swallowed trying to get rid of the excess saliva filling my mouth. What in the world was wrong with me? I was hungered by the smell of him! This is wrong! Disgusting! My friend isn't some savory meal, even though he currently smelt appetizing. I fought the urge to smack myself across the face. Jacob isn't food! He's my friend!

"Renesmee, it wouldn't be this bad if you would just agree to go hunt." My father tried to explain with exasperation clear in his voice. "You're only making it difficult for yourself."

I flashed my eyes to my closed bedroom door, panicking. "I need him to leave. Right now."

My mother looked between the two of us, her eyes showing confusion. "Honey, you can't avoid Jacob forever. It's just not possible!"

"Mom." I hissed bitterly, "I can't. Not right now!"

She continued to watch me confused. Of course, she didn't understand why I was getting so worked up- she didn't have my father's ability to read my freaking mind!

I could hear the clunking of his thick boots on the wooden floors in the hall, quickly approaching my door and I could feel myself beginning to gain focus. My previously blurry vision grew sharper, I could feel my canines begin to lengthen, my mouth was watering. Horrified I backed up to the wall, pressing myself so hard against it I could've easily merged with the light-yellow paint. My body wasn't listening to me, it was thinking I was going to try and hunt prey! And right now, the only living being in the house was the man stomping up to my bedroom door.

He needs to leave. He needs to leave now! My mind screamed at itself in panic.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on my door, the walls rattling along with it. I froze, trying to root myself to my spot without doing anything stupid, anything I would later come to regret.

"Open up the damn door Ness! I'm growing sick and tired of your games!" He barked loudly, "You are going to speak to me and tell me what the hell is wrong!"

"Jacob, it's best if you were to wait downstairs for now." My father warned, "She is currently struggling."

"Oh, hell no! I'm not going to wait around anymore! I don't care what you tell me to do; she needs me!" He argued with irritation lacing his deep voice.

"P-Please Jacob, j-just stay away." I croaked with a stutter. My throat felt extremely hoarse, and it was difficult talking with my fangs being enlarged. I could barely understand my thoughts right now; instead they were focusing on his heart beat on the other side of the heavy, wooden door. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to block out the thumping of his blood-pumping muscle. My head was throbbing to the beat of his heart.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

I felt cold hands on my shoulders, bracing me. I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was my mother. I refused to open my eyes, I kept pushing myself back against the wall; trying to prevent doing something I didn't want to do.

Flashes entered my mind, making me freeze in fear. I could see myself draining the life out of him slowly while he struggled within my hold, until he went limp in my small arms; his breath ceasing and his heart thudding to a painfully silent stop. I could see his dark, hot blood all over my hands and soaked on the front of my shirt as I pulled away from his throat hesitantly- letting him fall to the cold, hard ground. His eyes open, but dull and lifeless. Dead. My eyes staring down at my hands in shock.

I gasped at the image, recoiling in terror. My eyes flew open to stare up at the eyes of my concerned mother. She leaned down towards me so we were eye level, my brown eyes staring into her golden orbs. Her cold hands cupped my flushed cheeks. "Honey, I won't let that happen." She reassured quietly.

I blinked at her before I realized with horror that I transferred my thoughts through where she was touching me; my face quickly falling.

"That's it! I'm tired of this waiting game- I'm coming in right now!"

The wooden door slammed loudly against the wall, the noise hurting my sensitive ears. I could hear his boots stomping against the hard wood floors, coming to a complete stop. I looked up to see my father blocking him, Jacob standing before him radiating pure anger. It practically oozed out of his pores. He tried to step around my father, but he quickly moved to prevent him from coming any further.

"Jacob, you're not going to be helping her right now if you get too close to her." My father explained sternly in his protective fatherly tone.

Jacob glared at him, "Why not? She obviously needs me! I can help her feel better- all what she has to do is tell me how I can help!"

I held my breath, trying to prevent myself from smelling him. If I can't smell him, maybe I won't feel the need to attack him. Maybe I can just go on my jolly way, and pretend that nothing is wrong! Everything will be just peachy!

Take him. Devour him whole. An unknown voice spoke to me. I felt my whole body stiffen at those words echoing through my skull. Devour him.

My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to grab him. My body jerked forward, but was stilled by my mother's grip, holding me firmly against the wall. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something but the words were dried on my tongue. Instead my mouth just stayed gapped open, struggling to speak, or cry out; I was unsure in the current moment.

One part of me wanted to tell Jacob to run while he can, get as far away from me as he possibly could; but a greater part of me was fighting not to go and throw him against the wall and ravage him until I felt satisfied.

Devour him.

"Renesmee, you need to get ahold of yourself." My mother told me fervently, her strong grip tightening on my biceps. I winced at the hold, the strength of her grip painful. I wouldn't be surprised if I was already bruising, yet my body continued to move on its own- struggling to get out of her restraints. I jerked forcefully, barely holding back a snarl.

"Bella, stop it! Let her come to me!" Jacob urged from behind my father. "I want to help her!"

"Jake, you need to stay out of this right now! Can't you see how difficult you're making it for her! Get out and come again later- after she has eaten!" She snapped back at him with irritation.

Devour. Devour. Devour.

"The only way you can help her right now Jacob is to get out of the room, please listen to our precautions." My father urged, glancing back at me.

I swung my arm out, trying to get past my mother desperately, clawing violently at her back; trying to get out of her grasp. My nails did nothing to her though, it felt like dragging my nails over a hard cement wall- causing my nails to break and the beds to bleed. I could feel my throat pulsing in pain, making me gasp for breath.

"Bella let go of Ness! You're hurting her!" Jacob commanded angrily, ignoring my parents' warnings.

My mother finally realizing how tight she was gripping me let go in fear, letting me slip out of her grasp and fly past her. My dad for once didn't react fast enough, probably surprised that my mother released me. I collided into Jacob's hard chest, listening to him let out a loud gush of air at the impact.

Jacob grabbed my forearms, holding me back- yet keeping me close. His warm hands felt like they were melting the skin where they gripped me, yet it still instantly calming me. My tense shoulders dropped, my whole body going loose, I tumbled clumsily into his hold.

"Ness, are you okay?" He asked with concern, pulling me up to him. My mind was becoming foggy with his natural overwhelming, strong scent coming off him. "What is wrong?"

My ears focused on the thudding of his heart underneath my ear that was pressed to his broad chest. Each beat causing my mouth to salivate more and more.

I urged myself to ignore it, my head swimming with confusing thoughts. Devour him.

Shut up! I yelled to myself. You're disgusting!

"Jacob, she needs to hunt. She hasn't fed herself in over a week. It's best if you don't get too close to her right now." My father warned.

"Renesmee, how could you do that to yourself?!" he asked in both anger and concern- continuing to keep me close, "What is bothering you so much that you are avoiding me and not taking care of yourself?"

I tried to speak, but instead I was gasping out incoherent words. I was tongue tied, and I could barely understand what was happening, or even what I was feeling currently.

He grabbed my right hand, squeezing it- silently asking me to show him what's wrong. His grip was tight, hot enough to cause my hand to begin sweating. My thoughts started to race erratically, jumping to and from anything that popped into my mind.

Before I showed him something I didn't want him to view, I fearfully yanked my hand out of his; stumbling backwards and holding my small palm to my chest protectively. I watched his face fall in confusion and shock, before anger masked his expression.

"What are you hiding from me?!" he yelled in frustration. "Why don't you trust me?"

I swallowed, shaking my head. "I-I do trust you!" I yelped, staring up at him, "But I don't want to disgust you!"

His brows scrunched together in confusion, his mouth gaping open before snapping it shut. "Why would I ever be disgusted with you Ness?"

I felt tears fill my vision, hot and stinging the brim of my eyes. I opened and shut my mouth several times, trying to find the right words to say. Instead I panicked. My heart raced and my palms became clammy. My hearing focused on the thudding inside his chest- which was beating faster than normal because of his anger, which did nothing to help the situation.

Devour him. My thoughts urged.

I need to get away from him!

I quickly darted around him without a second thought, turning into the hall wall and running down the steps two at a time before throwing open the glass door with a slam, running out into the forest desperately trying to get away from him.

Trees whirled by, yet it was slower than I usually ran. I was struggling to run my full speed. I tried to push myself to go faster, to hurry and find something to satisfy my cravings. The sooner I fed, the better I would feel. The sooner I get something in my system, the easier it would be to be around Jacob. I didn't want to hurt him. I would never want to intentionally hurt him- if I did, I would kill myself.

But it was difficult, how was I going to catch a prey when I could barely run faster than an average human right now? Did I really wait too long to feed to a point that my body was beginning to shut down on itself?

All my senses were still heightened, yet everything was in a blur. I couldn't keep track of where I was running, what direction I was in. Everything just slipped past my mind. I don't know how long I was running for before I felt a strong grasp close around my wrist, yanking me to a painful stop, my shoulder loudly protesting.

The warm hand instantly warned me it was who I was trying to run from, yet I stood rooted to my spot. I was trying to catch my breath, my body filled with dread.

"Nessie, I can help you." He spoke sincerely, his warm hand moving down my wrist to grip my hand tightly. "You just need to tell me how!"

I tried to yank my hand out of his but he kept his firm grip. I wasn't even strong enough to pull away from him. My strength was gone, whoosh out the damn window! I usually was just as strong as him, sometimes even a little more so than him. But now it was like I was an infant compared to him. Vulnerable and defenseless.

I'm so hungry. I'm so tired. I thought bitterly, tears once again filling my eyes to the brim.

Devour him.

Shut up! I can't do that to Jacob! I mentally screamed at myself.

"Ness, it's okay." He said soothingly, pulling me to him. I continued to struggle, trying to push myself away from him.

"N-No! No, it's not!" I cried out hoarsely, tears freely flowing. "You need to let me go before I hurt you Jake!"

Ignoring me he leaned down falling onto one knee; pulling the back of my head so my face nested in the crook of his neck. He held the back of my head protectively, running his large hand through my thick but messy hair which hasn't been brushed for days. It instantly calmed me, even though my heart still raced with panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sound of his pulse that I could hear with my forehead pressed against the carotid artery on his neck. My mouth watered, and I swallowed deeply. I tried to will myself to ignore it. To think of something else, anything that will distract me, but the only thing I could currently focus on was the strong thumping of his heart through his chest that was pressed against my own.

"Jake- " I choked out, but he quickly shushed me.

"It's okay." He promised, "I don't mind."

I felt the warm tears drop off my chin onto his black shirt. I sobbed out quietly, clutching his shirt tightly and pressing my forehead against his collarbone. "I can't! I just… I just can't do that to you!"

"Just do it Renesmee." He ordered sternly. His hand that was gripping my own squeezing hard enough to crack my fingers.

The images from earlier danced across my eyes. Him dropping to the cold, hard ground in a boneless heap. His eyes staring back at me lifeless and dull. His blood that was pooled on my shirt, sticky in my palms as I stared down at the red stains in horror.

I trembled, trying once again to pull away from him; yet he kept me placed firmly against his broad chest.

"I won't let that happen, Ness. Come on, hurry. I know you need it." He mumbled softly, comforting me while running his hands gently through the knots in my hair. My eyes widened when I realized I showed him my thoughts. When I was this tired I couldn't control it like I usually could. It was like I was a baby again, showing everybody every little thought that crossed my mind. Flustered I struggled in his grasp, but he refused to release me.

I cried out in frustration, "N-No! Jacob, no! I can't- "

"Renesmee! For god's sake, just do it! You've done it before!" He commanded in his alpha tone. His voice clearly laced with irritation.

When I was a baby I bit him on accident when I was getting impatient with bottle they were warming up for me. That was how they found out I was nonvenomous- because if I were to be venomous I've could've killed Jacob. A vampire's venom was deadly to shape-shifters, it would instantly make them drop to the floor dead.

"But that was when I was a baby- I didn't know better!"

He gripped the back of my nape tightly before roughly pressing my face against the indent of his throat. Holding me there tightly he murmured quietly, "Do it, I'm not letting you go until you do."

His smoky scent was overwhelming me, making my mind foggy with need. I could feel the hot tears stinging my vision before I snapped them shut, squeezing them tightly in fear. I held my breath for a second before letting out a full gush of air.

Just do it Renesmee. I heard his voice echo through my aching skull. Just do it.

Shyly I inched my left hand up to cup his face, my other palm wandering up to his shoulder to pull the offending garment out of my way. My eyes slowly open to stare at his reaction, to see if he was going to be reluctant about his decision. Instead he just glanced back at me, his eyes showing no negative emotion. I opened my mouth, dragging my canines against the column of his thick neck hesitantly, feeling his body tense underneath mine.

I'm sorry Jacob.

I quickly sank my fangs into his hot skin without further hesitation, the blood instantly rushing into my mouth. He grunted at the initial feeling of my canines sinking into him, before relaxing; yet keeping a firm grip on me. I swallowed the first mouthful, the sinfully sweet liquid wetting my dry tongue. Having human blood for the first time in years was extremely refreshing. My eyes fluttered close at the flavor, which in some way tasted like fresh, warm honey. I didn't remember it tasting this sweet when I bit Jacob when I was younger- then again, I was little; but I still have an excellent memory. My tongue lavished against his skin, trying to keep the blood from spilling out of my occupied mouth, him jerking underneath me. I started to suck more eagerly once I began to feel more comfortable. With each drop that fell down my parched throat the more like myself I began to feel.

I didn't feel as weak and brittle as I did just mere moments before, energy was now rushing through my veins. My hearing became clearer, I could hear the leaves ruffling in the trees above us that I previously missed; my thoughts also became clearer, and less jumbled and confusing. I cupped his cheek more, bringing it closer to me so I could better access his throat. My right hand moved past his shoulder and wandered around to the nape of his neck, tangling my fingers the small curls at the base of his neck tickling my digits.

He let out a deep groan, tightly grasping his hand in my tangled hair, gripping a large fistful. He was letting out gushes of air, panting heavily and pulling my body closer to him. My body merged itself with his hard curves, my figure pressed firmly against his own.

My mind wandered, thinking about how good it felt to be pressed up to his warm body. How I didn't realize how much I've been craving- no, needing- his touch. I wanted him to continue to touch me like this. I wanted more from him. I needed more from Jacob than what he was currently offering to me. I wanted everything Jacob had to offer. His soothing touch, his affection, his mind, his body- absolutely anything involving him.

"Ness..." a low moan falling from his lips, his grip loosening on me.

Fearfully I pulled back, the warm crimson liquid dripping down my chin onto his black shirt. I stared down at him in terror, scared that I took too much of my share. Did I lose control when I was drifting around in my thoughts? I would never forgive myself if I hurt him!

"Jake! I-I'm sorry!" I cried out horrified. "I shouldn't have done this!"

He looked up at me, his eyes hazy and his russet cheeks flushed in a dark red hue; his breathing harsh and uneven. His let loose a few low chuckles, grabbing my hand once again and giving it a tight squeeze. His other hand, pressing down on the oozing wound. "It's okay Renesmee. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes, I did!" I cried out in horror, reality sinking in quickly as I wiped away the blood on my face with the sleeve of my shirt. "I drank human blood! I'm breaking the Quileute's Peace Treaty!"

"Ness, it's alright. You didn't hurt anyone- "

"No! I hurt you! Jacob, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, covering my face with my hands, "I'm a disgusting monster! You're my best friend, and I treated you like you were some type of meal!"

He grabbed my forearm, pulling me down to him so I was on my knees before him. He reached down to grab my trembling hands; instantly relaxing me. "I'm not sorry. I helped you, and if this for some bizarre reason this were to happen again I would do it over a million time over if that meant it would help you again. You are not disgusting Ness. Just because you must survive on blood doesn't make you a disgusting monster, it doesn't even make your family monsters either; the real monsters are the ones who chose to kill humans purely for bloodlust, just for fun. You are nothing, absolutely nothing like them. Nessie, I love you; I would do absolutely anything for you."

My face flushed at his confession, my heart beating erratically under my left breast. It made me extremely happy- but sadness still panged in my chest.

Not in the way I want though. My mind whispered to itself quietly. He could never love me the way I want.

"What do you mean?" He asked dumbly, his face masked with confusion.

I quickly yanked my hand out of his grip, holding it protectively against my developed chest. How could I be so damn stupid! I didn't even realize he was still holding my hand!

"It's nothing!" I quickly yelped, flustered.

He reached out to pull my trembling hand away from my chest, holding in firmly before squeezing it. "Show me."

I shook my head frantically, willing my mind to stay silent. If he were to find out about my dream- even my newfound feelings for him, he would drop me like a hot potato and leave me. He would never want to see my face again. He would instantly disappear out of my life.

He gripped my hand tighter, urging me to tell him. "Jake, I can't."

"You mean you don't want to. You can always show me how you are feeling, what you are thinking, what you want- Renesmee, why are you starting to keep secrets from me? You used to tell me everything! But lately you've been avoiding me, what did I do to make you uncomfortable with me?"

I swallowed, the excess taste of his blood remaining soaked on my tongue, sending a strange hot feeling in the pit of my stomach. I watched with interest as he removed his hand that cover my bite mark, the blood dried up and the wound already healed over. I sometimes forgot how easy he could heal himself since he was a shape-shifter, but then again Jacob rarely injure himself- unless he messes around a little too roughly with my uncles, then he spends a good hour pissing and moaning about how stupid the "leeches" are, but he would quickly retract the comments when he saw how much it bothered me. He hasn't called them that nick-name for a while though, mainly just "assholes" and "douche bags".

"It's nothing you did." I whisper, fully aware he could hear me just fine, "It's all my own fault. I am ruining everything."

He looked at me expectantly, his hand that held mind becoming uncomfortably warm- but it was still soothing in a weird way. I sighed, my shoulders tensing.

I slowly let my thoughts drift out of my hand into his, already regretting it.

I first showed him my dream- how I noticed him in a different way as he laid in the meadow. The feelings of adoration and love I felt looking into his eyes. My accidental slip of telling dreamscape Jacob my feelings.

"Ness, you don't have to be afraid to show me your feelings"

I shuddered at that glimpse of memory from my dream, knowing fully what part was coming next and I desperately tried to skip it- to somehow prevent digging my grave deeper than it already was, but before I could I envisioned him leaning down towards me flashed before my vision, and the feeling of my dreamscape Jacob lips crashing against my own. I quickly scrolled past it trying to make it shorter than what it really was, make it seem less important.

I showed him the guilt I felt when I awoke from the strange dream, how confused and frustrated I felt at that moment. How I quickly came to realize how much I like him. Then the shame that caused me to run away from him a little over a week before. I then showed him how the days blurred together the longer I refused to see him. How each day got more intense and painful than the last. I trailed on those days for a while. How alone I was feeling, the confusion that was causing me to fall apart. Finally, I closed it off with the disgust I felt about myself for having these strange feelings for him.

I opened my closed eyes, blinking them a few times just noticing how dark the surroundings got since I left the house. How long have we've been out here? What time of day was it? There was still some light shining through the canopy of trees, but it was obvious that the sun was close to setting. Possibly five more minutes of light before the night settles on the horizon.

I glance reluctantly at him when I finally gained a small ounce of courage. Even with both of us on our knees he was extremely taller than me. His eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn't recognize; causing me to panic. I pulled my hand away from his grasp; which he for once let go willingly.

"I-I'm sorry Jacob." I spoke softly with my voice quivering slightly, looking away in regret. "I understand if you are now uncomfortable to be around me- and wouldn't want to spend time with me."

I felt his hand grip my chin, yanking it up so I would have solid eye contact with him. My lip trembled in fear- fear of I don't know what, the unknown? I wasn't positive.

"Renesmee, what you showed me doesn't make me uncomfortable." He started hesitantly, "What makes me uncomfortable is the fact that you hid this from me for so long."

My mouth gaped open slightly before I snapped it shut.

He continued, "Ness, I will be whatever you need me to be. Whether that is a protector, or a lover, or a friend."

"Jake?" I questioned quietly, confused. I could feel the butterflies flying in flurries in the pit of my stomach as I stared back at him. He had a strange look on his face- one that reminded me of when he was sleepy. His eyes were half-lidded, his dark chocolate brown orbs staring intensely into my own light brown eyes. It looked like he was leaning in closer, but I was unsure. Everything was either moving in slo-mo… or I was imagining things?

"What do you want me to be Renesmee?"

"You aren't disgusted with me? You aren't disturbed by this?" I asked bewildered, ignoring his previous question.

He chuckled lowly, looking highly amused, "Ness, why would I be? You're my imprint, we were meant to always be together."

"But I thought that imprinting was where you destined to protect someone?"

"That was the easiest way to explain it to you when you weren't fully mature yet. I wanted to give you a chance to adventure out on your own, whether I liked it or not. Ness, imprinting is different in each case. Most of the time a wolf will imprint on someone around their own age, making them immediately ready for a romantic relationship; but with you it was different. I imprinted on you the day you were born so obviously I couldn't have a romantic relationship with an infant. That would just be wrong in so many levels.

I started off as your protector, because at the time that was what you needed. You needed to be protect from the Volturi. But when you grew more and we were past the incident with the Volturi, we became friends because that was what you needed. That was all you needed until now, until you started to feel different for me. I waited for you to develop these feelings for me before I were to do something- and I would've patiently waited even longer because you are worth it Renesmee."

"Is it hard for you to shift feelings for me?" I asked shyly.

"I've always loved you Ness. My feelings have changed over time also, so no, it's not hard to 'shift' feelings for you."

A small smile spread across my face, my lips trembling. I opened my mouth to try and say something but I was speechless. Instead I reached for his large hand, pulling it closely to my chest and hugging it. Tears filled my eyes for the umpteenth time that day, but it was the first time that it was joyful ones.

"What do you want me to be Renesmee?" he asked once again, his voice sounding husky and deep. It instantly warmed my cheeks as I stared up at him. Tears continued to stream down my flushed cheeks.

"I want you to be mine." I replied softly, my heart heating as fast as a hummingbird's wings.

He grinned, laughing, "I was already yours to begin with." He dragged his hand up my chest, rubbing up against my neck before softly cupping one of my blushing cheeks. I shuddered at the intimate gesture, gasping in a breath.

I leaned into his palm, closing my eyes for a few moments before looking back up at him timidly, grasping my hand around his.

He leaned down towards me- and this time I knew I wasn't imagining it. His face was literally getting closer to mine with each millisecond that passed. Finally, he was just a breath away, our lips almost touching.

"Do you trust me, Ness?" He asked softly, his eyes staring straight into mine.

I nodded, unable to form the correct words, instead I squeezed his hand silently replying.

Show me for once, Jacob. I trust you.

It must have been the answer he was looking for because not even a moment later his lips were upon my own; forming into them like a puzzle piece. They were warm, hot even, as they pressed against my own- almost hot enough for them to melt. I closed my eyes tightly shut, leaning more into him, my hand moving away from his to trail up his broad chest, up around his neck, until my fingers tangled into his black curls on the nape of his neck- tugging him roughly to me.

The hand he had cupping my face angled it, so he was now kissing me as he tilted to the side to get better leverage. He pressed his own urgently against mine, his lips moving in an addicting pattern that left my lower stomach boiling in heat.

His other hand wander down to the small of my back, his hand teasing the skin revealed at the bottom of my shirt- his fingers slowly slipping under, but not traveling any higher.

He nipped at my bottom lip, tugging on it. Taking a hint, I hesitantly opened my mouth- his tongue instantly rushing in to rub against my own sensually.

I moaned loudly, my unoccupied hand reaching behind him to grip his neck; trying desperately to pull him closer to me, but failing. His hand that previously was cupping my cheek moved behind me, resting it on the ground as he gently pushed me down, the hand that rested at the bottom of my back bracing me to keep me from slamming into the forest floor. Once I was laying completely on the ground, he pulled away. Breathing heavily as he stared down at me. I didn't realize how much I need air until I was breathing again, gasping lightly.

He leaned down to me again, his lips brushing against the corner of my open and waiting mouth before connecting our mouths together again. I spread my legs open, allowing him to come closer to me before wrapping my right leg around his narrow waist and wrapping the other around his meaty thigh, pulling his body closer to me.

Jacob let out a groan into my mouth, his tongue searched eagerly around- rubbing against my own, the roof of my mouth, and eventually against my teeth. He was fixated on my canines, his tongue lavishing it- rubbing sensually against the tip of it.

I continued to squeeze my eyes shut, savoring the feeling of him rubbing up against me. Our hips were pressed against each other so close that if felt like they were merged together as one.

We kissed for a while longer before he had to pull away for us to catch our breaths again. My chest was heaving, trying to take in as much oxygen as I could. I stared up at him, grabbing ahold of his flushed cheeks pulling them closer to me.

"I love you, Jacob." I gasped out.

He grinned down at me his hand tangling in my hair. "I know." He joked.

I frowned back at him before he quickly replied, "But you should already know by now how much I love you, Ness. You're my everything. You're like the sun to me. I couldn't live without you."

I smiled back brightly, pulling him down to me once more. My hands cupped his flushed cheeks, rubbing my thumbs affectionally against his high cheekbones.

You're my everything also, Jake.

His grin softened, his eyes landing on mine with a look of pure adoration. He leaned down further, placing his warm lips on my own before eagerly kissing me. I was instantly breathless at the intensity, my hands slipping behind his head to grip what little hair he had.

Jacob's hand tangled in my thick locks, pulling away from me. He breathed heavily, panting for a few moments.

"Can you tell how much I love you, Ness?" He asked his voice deep and soothing.

"It's louder than thunder." I replied, my voice watery as tears leaked down my warm cheeks.

Completed! My first story I've ever finished, I hope I did it justice! Leave me a review with how you like it! It wasn't meant to be a long story anyways, I just wanted it to be a one-shot, but it got too long, so I made it a two-shot!