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A/N: Thank you all for your reactions and reviews. I am definitely not going to leave you guys hanging. And I've also consolidated two chapters into one. So we got over 5K words here (biggest chapter of the story)
I'm working on the next chapter now. For those that review I will give you a sneak peak, the full chapter will be up tomorrow.
Anyway I wont keep you waiting.
CHAPTER: Lies and Revelations
Several hours earlier
Even though Sam had been dead for years, Jake still could remember him perfectly at the home that now belong to his son and family.
So many memories seeped in every corner, from sitting on the porch with Sam drinking beers, barbecuing around the fire pit with the boys and building a tree house for his kids, that man had quite a few. It was a different time and a life that would never exist again.
Even when they were a pain in the ass to have in my head, I still miss them, he said to himself.
He made it on the porch and knocked on the door. Hopefully, Dean would be willing to give up the keys to the archives. He would do research all night if he had to. He had to find a way to help Bella, even if it seemed impossible.
He knocked on the door and waited.
"Hello Jake," Sarah smiled. "Fancy seeing you in these parts."
Jake lifted a brow, she had been on the porch this whole time and he hadn't even noticed her.
"Sorry, I didn't see you," he confessed, still feeling a high level of irritation at her interruption.
"How odd. You were never the type not to notice," she said looking up through her eyelashes.
He did not reply and knocked again, and waited for someone to open the door.
"They're out. It's date night," Sarah claimed.
"And your brother?"
"Sleepover," she answered simply with a big catty grin. "It's just little old me, here. So, what can I do for ya?"
"Nothing," he answered, stepping back from the door. "I'll call tomorrow. Bye."
"I can find the keys to the archives for you," she offered.
Jake furrowed his brow.
"I overheard mom and dad talk about it. They forget how paper thin the walls can be around here. Anyway, you want to search the archives and I can help. Come inside…"
A little voice in his head said don't do it…walk away and come back another day. But he wanted to get this over and done with.
"Okay," he said.
She led him to the living room and had him sit down. He waited anxiously for a couple of minutes before he grew impatient.
"Any luck?" he hollered.
"We'll see," he heard Sarah's voice come from behind him.
Jake's eyes grew big in shock.
"What the hell?!"
Before him was a very naked Sarah. Her skin was the color of cinnamon and her breasts were round and plump, covered by long tresses of black hair. Any young man would have died out of sheer joy at such a site.
"What are you doing?!" he demanded."Put your clothes back on."
She bit her lip ever so slightly and stepped forward.
"No. I'm taking charge," she said with some confidence.
"What?" he asked.
"Awe, come on Jake…all this time and you still can't figure it out that I want you? I mean, there has to be a reason why I come to visit you as often as I do."
"Sarah, I'm as old as your great granddad. Why would I ever consider that you would think such things when I don't?"
"You sure don't look old," she countered her hands slowly moving up and down her body. "Come on Jake…you and I we're good together."
He shook his head and stepped away from her.
"Go put some clothes on." He gestured for her to go upstairs.
"Come with me," she said in a raspy voice. "And I'll go upstairs."
"Damn it Sarah, get some fuckin' clothes on, now!" he roared.
She looked down.
"You don't like how I look?" she bit her lip again.
"For God sakes!" he growled. He felt like such a fuckin' idiot. He should have paid attention to his gut.
"Am I that horrendous?" she asked before covering her face with her small hands.
He was already aiming for the door when she broke out into tears.
He groaned.
"I just wanted you to love me," she said. "I've wanted you for so long and now that I thought that I was getting old enough that we could be together everything is slipping from my grasp."
Jake hung his head.
"Sarah, it's not like that. You're a very pretty girl but…"
"You're picking her over me. After everything she did to you. I know we never talked about her but don't tell me you had a great time with her before she left. For Bob Sagat's sake, Jake, she's not even alive. She's a vampire. A bloodsucker, a murderer, everything you are sworn to fight against."
"She's…"
"She is…don't lie to me! I saw it with my own eyes, big red murderous eyes. And even though dad says that is not the case anymore, she is what she is and will never be what you need. I'm human she is not. I'm warm. She's ice cold. And you want to get logistical, she's married. I'm not. You knew her for a handful of years, while I've known you my whole life. I know what your favorite food is. You know what makes me happy and cry. Why can't you go after someone who can actually be with you? Who doesn't see you as second best? " She took a deep breath and her lip trembled. "Who actually loves you?"
Jake took a deep breath. Clearly, he had heard a similar argument before but he had been at the other end of it. And Sarah had always been kind to him. Offered him her kindness but he had never seen it as more.
"You and I can't ever be," he said simply. "Don't you understand that there is a lot of baggage to what I am? Don't you remember the scars on your great grandmother's face? It's dangerous to be around someone like me. Why do you think I don't live in La Push? It's safer to be away from me. But that's besides the point."
It had been something he never wanted to openly admit, but being the last of his kind in the tribe had made him an outsider. He could protect them but never again truly be a part of the group. It was his penance for being the semi-immortal/supernatural creature that he was.
"That doesn't matter," she said through her tears. "I love you. I've always loved you."
He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He could see her desperation and knew he had to go before she took a desperate measure.
"I see you as a baby girl, who's all grown up," he said. "I'm so sorry if I gave you another impression."
He turned around to leave, but before he could move she leapt towards him and wrapped her arms around him.
"How can you still love her?" she cried.
"It has always been her, since we used to make mud pies together as kids. I've always felt connected to her like a soul mate. Please understand that. She knows me in ways that no one else knows me. She's the love of my life."
Sarah broke out into another series of sobs and Jake finally began to pull away.
"I need to go," he said.
"Can I least have a kiss?" she asked.
He didn't answer.
"The keys are on the table," she whispered.
He nodded and kissed her forehead. It was a soft tender kiss a father would bestow on a child and it broke Sarah's heart.
She watched him leave and pressed her hands to her chest.
Heartbreak was physically painful.
Sarah sniffled and dried her tears. Her whole attempt had been useless. She walked up stairs to change she wanted to breakdown and feel nothing.
In her bedroom, she wept cursing the day Bella Cullen had returned to Forks.
After crying for her loss she grew angry.
"It's all her fault," she cried. "He was supposed to be mine! Mine!"
She punched her pillow, listened to angry music and cried and cried before she fell asleep.
Hours later, in the wee hours of the morning she walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Her eyes were swollen. Jake had cut into her and taken her hopes her dreams. Everything she had imagined for them, he had simply thrown away and for what? A vampire. She walked to the living room, her parents hadn't made it back and so she was still alone.
Maybe, some TV will calm my nerves, she told herself.
She took a deep breath and sat on the couch when she felt something poke her. She turned and noticed a phone. It was Jake's phone.
"He must have dropped it when he was waiting for me," she sniffled, when suddenly an idea came to mind.
"Would Bella ever forgive you, Jake if she knew you were with me?"
She pulled out her phone and replayed the voicemail Jake had left where he growled her name.
"God, I'm so brilliant some times," she grinned.
She dialed the number and heard Bella's voice and smiled.
Get ready Bella, I'm about to give you a performance of a lifetime.
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Hours earlier, Jake walked into the basement of La Push center.
Walking into the basement of the museum, he remembered her excited his father had been about the structure.
"The past can offer insight on many of the problems of the present, his father had said that morning. But also note that there's no point to dwell too long in the past. For it can keep you from tackling the present," his father said.
A sad smile graced Jake's face. His dad always had a way to communicate on tough subjects.
Jake focused on his search scanning through the oldest of stories but he had not very much luck.
He spent the next few hours looking, until he took a breath and sat towards the back of the room feeling a bit disappointed that he couldn't find the story that his father and so many other tribes people knew by heart.
It such a damn common story, a part of our oral history, he thought. A man is deeply in love with a woman and even after her transformation he follows her until he finds her in stone mountain.
He pressed his head against the cold wall only to notice a small box on the bottom shelf on his right.
Black family the box stated.
Jake opened the box and knew right away it belonged to his father.
He searched through its contents finding pictures and drawings of the family that still needed to be organized. The old man never was very organized.
He searched and found a notebook with a note that said, 'My son,' and knew he had probably written about him.
I will take that with me,he thought. Just to see what he said about me.
As he reached the bottom of the pile he found a thin leather notebook. It was probably older than the mid 1800s and it begged to be opened.
He opened the book and saw the names 'Alma and Toomey,' by Caiman Black, scribbled on the page.
He turned the page and it looked like a small journal entry.
Dedicated to my mother and father: whom I barely remember but know they they found their way at Stone Mountain.
June 11, 1854
For many years Chief Anthias Black wondered if his son Toomey would ever imprint. The young man had already passed many years, living amongst the tribe without a wife. In his concern, he consulted the elders and none could offer help. He had about given up hope, until his mother approached him.
"Your son is half of a being," she stated. "He will find the other piece soon at the beginning of next spring and their bond will go deeper than any imprint, that even death will not separate them."
And sure enough, on the coldest day of spring, a clan of American soldiers came and with them a young Mexican woman with hazel eyes, her name was Alma.
In the eyes of the soldiers, Alma was but a slave but to Toomey the chief's son, she was his other-half.
Convinced the girl was a part of him, he beckoned his father to help the girl, to trade and bargain for her life. The chief remembering his mother's words agreed and preceded to offer the soldiers help on their task to navigate the land to find anything of worth. The Soldiers took his offer and the chief provided several guides. Unfortunately, the Soldiers were not satisfied with their findings through the land and decided to keep the girl. This in turn caused a great fight that ended in the lost lives of the American men who would never see their homelands again.
But winning Alma over after the fight was not easy. She was tired of being a possession she ached for freedom and on several occasions tried to escape. But Toomey was patient and would quietly follow her, keeping an eye on her from afar until finally on her own terms she returned to the village, realizing her best chance for survival was to stay nearby the people who didn't treat her poorly.
She was still considered a difficult person. Stubborn. She was a restless soul, the Chief noticed. But Toomey loved that about her, loved her passion over the smallest of things. He offered her friendship and eventually with time she discovered a deep bond that brought her peace.
At first, they may have not spoken each other's words but they understood each other well through gestures and smiles. And with time, they grew together, learning about each other, learning each other's words and solidifying the bond that was their union through a son.
Life was happiness, the tribe elders said.
However, it was not meant to last. One night the woods grew quiet and the tribe felt the imminent arrival of death.
Years, before there had been many deaths in the tribe due to a mated pair of cold ones and now the tribe was once again to face another challenge.
The creatures attacked swiftly, and the tribe was up in arms with four cold ones that were red-eyed and full of thirst.
Toomey being the son of the tribe's chief led several strikes and quickly killed two cold ones by tearing their heads.
Most of the villagers were accustomed to seeing men turn into wolves but Alma never witnessing such a site ran into the woods where one of the creatures grabbed her and bit into her arm.
Toomey hearing the screams of Alma ran to her and attacked the creature. He returned into his human state to pick up his love only to find that she was screaming. She begged him to kill her for she was 'burning' and on 'fire.'
For three days she screamed and no healer could help ease the pain or the fever.
Finally, after the third day she opened her eyes but she was cold, with red-eyes, a Cold One. But unlike the others, she resisted the need to feed.
She begged Toomey for him to kill her, but he refused. The other tribesman saw her as a threat and decided to kill her but before they even had a chance, they had convulsed and fallen to the ground, she had taken their abilities from them and they couldn't shape-shift for many days after.
Realizing that she was a danger to the tribe she begged Toomey for forgiveness before fleeing into the woods, away from anyone she could hurt.
Toomey was advised not to follow her and for a time he obeyed being reminded that she was no longer a creature of the living.
But for many days the memory of the woman he loved haunted him. He claimed to feel empty without her. So one day, before the dawn he began his search deep into the woods.
There were stories from those of his pack claiming that his search reached as far north into the stone mountains. He had made it to the place where the land was covered in thick blankets of white snow, reflecting against light blue skies.
Wherever she went he followed, but her speed was too much for him. He would miss her by just minutes one of his fellow pack members once said and at times they swore they could see through his eyes, glimpses of her running into the woods until one day she neared him and knocked him out with a large tree.
When Toomey awoke he felt heartbroken and unwanted. So he made his trip back home to return to his son.
It was until he came upon a mountain deep within the forest of our land that hope rose again. As he passed by stone mountain, he could smell her but she seemed to have been buried deep inside.
In his desperation he began to carve at the rock and stone of the tall mountain until he found her deep in it's crevices, unmovable as the dead. When he touched her skin she was cold, with no beating heart but her eyes were no longer red, they were golden brown.
'You found me,' she whispered so softly for only his ears to hear. 'Why do you continue to find me?'
'I'll always find you because you are my Alma. You're my other half, my life, my soul, not even death could separate us," he told her before pulling her out of the stone and embracing her. 'Be with me again.'
"But I'm a cold one," she had argued. "I'm no longer alive."
"Our bond will always surpass death," he said.
Before the sunset they reunited through cold stone and hot flesh. The union of their halves created a chasm that engulfed their very spirit. They were one force, one life. And in the end, Toomey seemed happier than ever but after that they were never seen or heard of again.
Jake leaned against the back wall of the room.
My God, Alma had the same gift as Bella,he thought. Could it be possible?
He covered his mouth with his palm.
'They reunited through cold stone and hot flesh,'his mind echoed the words from the book. They were never heard of again. The halves formed a chasm. 'One force. One life.'
He placed the notebook in his pocket.
But what does it mean? He thought. Besides, Bella isn't stone anymore, she's nearly flesh and even then is she my Alma? Are we other halves? Is that why I never imprinted? And even then, what will happen to me if we do give over to this? If this is real?
He took a deep breath and wished for his father to be there.
He actually would know what to say, he thought.
He then snorted and pulled out the other book.
Perhaps, I should take a gander at you.
Which he did and what he found made gave him hope.
He yawned.
I need to get back to Bella, he thought before a smile crept into his place.
Going home to Bella, he grinned, realizing how much he missed her.
He dusted of his pants and walked out of the room, the sun would rise any minute and he couldn't wait to go home and embrace Bella in his arms.
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Jake sprinted through the forest, his paws breaking into the wet soil as the sound of the trees and birds meshed into white noise. Excitement coursed through him as he gazed at the familiar outline of his home.
Almost there, he grinned as he shifted back into his human form.
He opened his sack and searched for his clothes. He still hadn't noticed his cell missing, he never really was the type to carry it these days but since Bella had been home he had taken it along for the ride.
He took out his keys and opened the door full of hope when he felt something off.
"Bella?" he said before stepped into the long hallway that led to the living room.
Something growled.
Jake entered a defensive pose.
"Whose there?" he hissed.
No answer.
Panic struck him.
What if something happened to her while I was gone?
"Bella? Bella where are you?" he hollered.
No answer.
Being a man of no patience, he marched right into the living room only to be shocked. His couch was toppled over his entertainment center and his very expensive television was knocked out dead. He didn't know if he should be livid or shit scared.
His eyes pondered through the dimly lit room, only to see a shadow in the corner.
He tilted his head and took a whiff, nothing. Then he saw her shadow.
"Bella," he said in a calm but weary tone. "What happened?"
Bella stepped forward, her hair wild, her eyes angry and bright golden-brown.
"Where were you?" she tried to say calmly but her voice shook.
He frowned.
Why is she asking me that? He wondered, as piece of him screamed that he was about to enter a whole heap of trouble.
He was about to open his mouth.
"Don't lie to me…" her voice sounded desperate. She cleared her throat and composed herself. "Please."
In her mind she was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps, it had been many years since she had been alone but she would have liked to believe that she could trust someone, especially Jake.
"I haven't even said anything," he said his tone changing and shifting from concern to defensive. "And even then Bella when have I EVER LIED TO YOU? When it came to others and me who came to you with the truth about things?"
She chuckled darkly.
"Don't try to use that line on me. I know you weren't on patrol."
His shoulders sank a bit. He knew he should have told her the truth from the beginning but he hadn't wanted to give her false hope not after everything that had happened. He couldn't bear watch her be filled with possibilities only to have them torn away from her in the end.
"I went to do research," he said simply. "The tribe has an extensive archive and I wanted to see if I could find something anything that could help you."
"Well, how considerate of you. Is that all?" she asked with warning in her stare.
"Yeah," he said trying to spare her the odd conversation about what happened with Sarah.
"So last night you were at the archives trying to find something to help me?"
"Yes."
She took a big breath, he was not going to fess up and it pissed her off. But she would play along to see where it would lead.
"And it didn't occur to you that maybe I could have helped? That maybe you should have included me…especially when it involved ME?" she said trying not to lose her temper.
"Look, I'll admit it was a mistake to tell you that I was going out on patrol. I went to go do the research at La Push and I knew you couldn't go there."
"Oh I bet you were doing lots of research," she said under her breath.
Jake lifted a brow. Did she forget so easily that he could hear her little mumbles.
"What the hell are you talking about, Bella? I'm kind of getting sick of this."
She didn't answered instead she asked another question.
"Where's your phone…Jake?"
He lifted a brow wondering why she would ask that question. He reached in his pocket but when his hand went into it he felt a gaping hole in his pants.
"Crap, there's a whole in my pocket. It must have fallen out of my pants."
"That's not all that fell out of your pants," she hissed.
Now, Jake was getting annoyed.
"I have no clue where you're going at. But get to the point or are we going to pussy foot around this all day," he said.
She shook her head looking amused, angry and disappointed.
"Oh the sexual euphemisms that plop out of that mouth of yours," she countered before she swallowed and realized that he was not going to tell her the whole truth. Her face then change and she looked genuinely hurt. "You must think me a real idiot."
She turned away from him and walked into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of milk, that used to help calm her down before, maybe it would work now. But there was no milk to be found.
Not even a freaking glass of milk! Her thoughts rang.
She slammed the fridge and the poor thing shook.
"Hey! I don't think your stupid and don't break that, they don't make fridges like that anymore," he scowled. He looked back to the living room and looked at his TV. "Can you explain to me how you did that?"
She poured herself a glass of water and instead asked another question.
"How's Sarah?" she asked before taking a sip, her eyes expressed a calm look.
Her words produced a mean shock in Jake's skin and his cheeks felt awfully numb.
"What?" he asked, needing to hear the question one more time, fearing that perhaps she knew more than she led on. And then it hit him; his phone was missing, Bella was upset. His eyes grew wide in understanding.
Bella observed it keenly and judged it as guilt. The glass broke in her hand. The rage re-awakened the monster inside her; a green-eyed monster of distrust and anger.
Jake turned to the couch and realized it must have been Bella who had done so much damage.
Before he had a chance to explain, he felt Bella move swiftly against him.
She successfully pinned him against the floor. She growled again, her eyes a deep black. She stared him straight on and said:
"How the fuck is Sarah? How's fucking Sarah?" Her eyes were now pitch black as her anger coursed through her. "Did you think I wouldn't figure it out? That I was that naive? You know that fucking phone of yours accidentally dialed here just about an hour ago as you were in the middle of your fuck fest, and I heard everything. And here you are looking at me with that dumbfounded face telling me that you were at the archives last night trying to help little defenseless me when you were fucking little Ms. Sarah."
She was strong but he was no wimp either. He grasped her arms and flipped them over, pinning her roughly against the wood floor causing a crack in the wood.
"Calm down Bella," he growled.
She roared and pushed him off her.
She stood up towering over him.
"How the fuck do you expect me to do that? You lied to me, Jake!" she roared. She looked upon him with a murderous glare in her eye. "You lied to me about going on patrol. You lied to me about where you were and worse you gave me false hope."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't fuck with me. How could you kiss me and touch me the way you have when you are not free to do so? How could you tell me those things and ask me not to leave? How could you give me hope and tear it away? How could you? Is this your form of revenge?"
"She's playing a game with you, Bella!" he screamed. "And you fell right into it. Yes, I admit it, I went to Dean's house to grab the keys for the archives. She was alone and tried to get her way with me and I didn't let her. My phone must have fallen out and she used it to fuck with you. And you instead of trusting me through my couch into Manny."
Bella swallowed and stepped forward and sniffed. She took a deep breath, realizing that Jake had no traces of Sarah's scent on him. Instead, he smelled like parchment, dust and books. Her body shook, realizing that Jake was telling the truth.
"You didn't sleep with her," she stated.
"I would never do that to you," he said in almost a whisper. "I would never give you up, and going to someone else would only ruin whatever chance I had for us. Bella don't you know that I…I love you?"
Bella felt a wave that almost knocked her off her feet as the words engulfed her.
He stood up and his brown eyes captivated hers. He held her cheeks in his palms. "Did you hear me?" he asked. "I said that I love you, Bella. Always have. Please believe me. I would never be satisfied with anyone but you."
"Only me," she repeated softly.
He nodded.
Bella closed her eyes, looking as though she was about to calm down when she thought how she had let Sarah make a fool of her.
"That girl needs to be taught a lesson," she whispered.
Jake had little chance to react before Bella sprinted out the door giving Jake very little time to catch up with her.
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Meanwhile, Sarah sat on her porch drinking coffee watching the woods. She couldn't sleep not after the nightmare she had had when had briefly fallen asleep that morning. She had seen her own death at the hands of Bella, a vampire once again in that dream and it was the most chilling experience that going back to sleep was not possible.
She's just nearly human now, she said to herself trying to calm her nerves. She can't hurt me.
She sipped her coffee and turned to place it on the side table when she felt someone staring. She turned and caught a pair of golden-brown eyes glaring at her from the driveway. It was predator versus pray, mountain lion getting ready to strike the stupid-stupid deer.
And that's when Sarah feared that perhaps her dream was a premonition and not a dream at all.
A/N: Well...Bella realized she was being played. Guess being out of touch with humans made her rusty on that front. So what do we think should happen to Sarah. I'm sure some of you want very bad things to happen to her...but seriously...what should happen to little Ms. Sarah? Feedback is welcomed.
Also...is Bella regressing into vampire? Why do you think this is happening? What did Jake find in his dad's notes? What do you think it means? What do you think will happen next?
Also, do any of you have any good fanfics to recommend. I just fell in love with a Jasper/Bella fic titled "Leaves of Grass." best story ever!
Keep tune to see the answers. Love to see your reviews and thoughts.
Much Love,
MSCAROL