Chapter Five

Struggle

Edward's POV

We weren't running. If we were, I think it would have been easier to escape her grip. How was she so strong? I couldn't even focus on what was happening. One second we're on the porch and now we're flying? No, we've stopped.

I slowly open my eyes and I'm standing. I look around. We're on the top of mountain, but where? I see her, sitting elegantly on a large rock. She is beautiful. I notice her clothes for the first time. She's wearing jeans, very tight. The boots she wears are boots I've seen Alice eyeing for a few weeks now. Her shirt is black and loose, though it tightens around her chest. I stare at her face and she seems amused.

"Can you read me now?" she asks softly.

I focus, trying to find a way in. I didn't even know how I did it before. I sigh, shaking my head, "No, I can't."

She stands, closing the distance between us, "Don't try to again. You could get hurt."

I scoffed, "Hurt?"

"Yes, hurt. I'm over three hundred years old. There's a lot of suffering inside my head."

"I can handle it," I spat.

She watches me. Her eyes are staring in to mine. I know what she's doing, trying to get deeper inside my head. I can't pull away, though. She has me in a trance. It's almost soothing. Her body remains calm, but her eyes betray her. I don't know what she's seeing, but I don't want her to move away.

"Someone's coming," she said softly, turning her back to me.

She was right of course, someone was. They were close too, and I didn't notice because of her. After a few seconds of listening, I realized who it was. I'm guessing she did too.

"No! He isn't suppose to take this path!" she screamed, her eyes moving wildly over the trees.

"It seems your talents, aren't working out so well lately," I said with a grin.

She turned to face me once more, "Don't you understand the danger? You did. Before you let your feelings take over! This is worse than a human and a vampire falling in love. A werewolf and a vampire? It's unheard of! Grasp the seriousness of this problem, now. Before it's too late."

Her anger excited me. She was so passionate. I almost got lost in a trance again, but Jacob stepping out from the trees broke me from it. I heard Jacob's thoughts at once. They were more in focus now that he was in his human form. He wasn't expecting to see me. He barely noticed Margarete.

"Edward," he growled.

Margarete's body stiffened and I was amused again. She grabbed my arm, squeezing it. It almost hurt.

"Hello, Jacob," I replied calmly. "Finally heading back home?"

He nodded, "Yes, I am. I think I tortured my father for long enough. It wasn't fair to him."

I noticed he finally realized I wasn't alone. Margarete was standing so still, he didn't even notice her.

"There's more of you now?" he asked with disgust.

I simply nodded, one eye on him and the other on her, "Just one more. She's only visiting."

Jacob's body quaked. He wanted to phase, but was holding back.

Margarete was staring at me now. Both eyes locked completely on me, "Get him out of here," she hissed.

No, she didn't hiss. She was inside my head or I was inside of hers. She was afraid. Afraid that if Jacob heard her voice it would set the imprinting in to motion.

"You should continue on home, Jacob. Your father will be pleased to see you, along with the rest of your pack," I told him calmly.

He took a step, "Where's Bella?"

I sighed. Of course he would ask that. "Back at my family's home. She's human, relax. And to answer the question that's running wild through your mind, she did go through with the wedding. We're married."

His face fell. I almost felt bad for him. He started heading in the direction he needed to get home, "Tell her hi for me. And that her personal heater, is back."

"Of course."

After he left, it took Margarete a few minutes to loosen her grip on my arm. She pulled away, "Do you have to torment him? Can't you feel his pain?"

I grinned, "Are you feeling for him?"

She looked disgusted at my words, "No. I'm not feeling for him. I can feel him. It's unsatisfying. I don't like feeling pain, not even from my enemy."

I had a small feeling that this woman was going to be the death of me. She was confusing. She wanted to stop Jacob from imprinting, but she didn't want him to be hurt? If I could only get in to her head. Deeper in. I sighed, "Fine. Could I go home to my wife now?"