Chapter Eleven

Imprint

Jacob's POV

This was impossible. Imprinting on a vampire. And of course, I just have to be the first to do it. Luck, good luck, was never on my side. First, I fall for a human who's in love with a vampire. I thought Bella was the one. I could feel it. She was what my dreams were made of. Always in my thoughts. It drove the rest of the pack crazy. Everyone was so sure I had imprinted on Bella. And I had. I know I did, but she ignored it. Her love for the leech was stronger, though.

Now, because of Bella's ill choices, my fate was tied to a filthy bloodsucker.

I eyed her. She was beautiful, despite her scent. It reminded me of Bella's, in a way. It was soothing, made me want to rush to her side and hold her in my arms. At the same time, though, it made me want to kill her. I could smell the other leech on her, too. His stench was all over her. Inside her.

She was watching me closely. More closely than I was watching her, I think. She crossed her arms over her chest. She was fighting with herself. She was fighting the same war that I was fighting with myself.

Edward stepped between us. His annoying smile, for once, wasn't on his lips. He cleared his throat, "Well, uh. Jacob, this is Margarete Ermolt. As you already know, she is a vampire."

Her body tensed and she broke eye contact with me. She looked at Edward, "Are you enjoying this?"

He shook his head, "No. I'm not." He looked at me, then back at her, "Considering he's still thinking of my wife."

She nodded, her eyes back on me, "Yes. That's a good sign, though. It means it's possible to fix this. I'm second choice," she said with a bit of disgust. "That's a first, but I'll settle for second best in this situation."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, slightly confused.

She sighed, not wanting to speak to me directly, "You aren't suppose to imprint on me. You're meant to imprint on Bella. You already have. She just needs to realize that it's for the best."

"And if she doesn't realize?"

She looked back at Edward, "She will. Right, Edward?"

He slowly nodded, "Yes."

"You can leave us now, Edward," she spoke softly.

"Are you sure? I think it's best if you two stayed apart," he replied.

"I don't think we can stay apart," I said quietly.

She nodded, agreeing, "As much as I would love to go back to your family's home and rip Bella apart, the do--," she frowned, she glanced at me, "Sorry. I mean, Jacob, has a point. You need to go home and talk to her. I know your love is strong, but some things have to be sacrificed."

Edward didn't say anything after that. He walked away and then started running. I was almost positive he was going to hunt before going to talk to Bella.

I looked at my fate. Her scarlet eyes looking in to mine, "You can read minds, too?" I asked. Part of me was screaming at me to kill her, the other part, wanted to know everything about her.

She nodded, as she started to walk through the trees to a larger clearing, "Yes, among many other things."

I followed behind her. The sun was rising and the way the light played against her hair, was breath taking. I stopped breathing when her skin started to sparkle. She looked even more beautiful. I pulled myself from my thoughts, "What else?"

"You're still the enemy, Jacob. I won't share all my secrets. As much as I feel like I need to. I won't betray my kind."

I nodded, "I understand that."

"You need to fight the feelings you're having, Jacob," she said, standing a few feet from me.

"It's kind of hard," I mumbled.

She sighed, stepping closer, "You're so young."

I stood up straight, "I'm not that young."

She laughed. It was like music. "You're young to me. I was born in 1661."

"Born in what way?" I asked.

"Human birth. I didn't become a vampire until 1679. So, I'm older than you in two ways. Before I was bit, I was nearing my 18th birthday. Now, I'm nearing my 329th, I believe. It's hard to keep track after a while."

"Well, you're pretty much stuck at almost 18, right? So, the age difference isn't that bad," I countered.

"Why are you trying to make it ok? Even if we were exactly the same age, it would never work. Vampire," she said, gesturing to herself and then to me, "Werewolf. Enemies."

I groaned, about to pull out my hair, "I know! It's just, these feelings are a little hard to fight. My body is screaming to be close to you."

She closed the distance between us, putting a hand on my chest lightly, "And now your senses are screaming at you to kill me."

I nodded slowly. She was right. This wasn't natural. The pack was going to kill me when they found out this happened. Well, probably kill her, not me. I needed to kiss her. To see if this was real.

She titled her head to the side, giving me a confused look. Damn it. I forgot she could read minds.

"You think a kiss will show you everything you need to see?"

I swallowed hard, "I think it's worth a shot."

"Fine," she muttered. She brought a hand up to my cheek. Her touch was cold, even against my skin. She leaned in, eyes closed. I closed the distance between us, my hands resting on her hips. Our lips touched softly at first. Then, it grew harder. Passionate. My arms were wrapped around her waist and hers were around my neck. It was amazing. Her tongue felt so smooth and her lips so soft. I pulled her as close as possible to me, enjoying this sensation.

A few minutes later, we were pulled apart and I was being thrown to the ground. I pushed myself off the ground, now on all fours. I prepared myself to phase, trying to figure out what or who broke our embrace.

It was Emmett.

He stood with his back to me, facing Margarete. She had a hand covering her mouth, her head lowered. I could tell he was arguing with her, but I couldn't hear anything. He slowly turned to face me, lowering in to his attack position.

And I phased. If he wanted to fight for Margarete, I would gladly accept.