Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Four

I was no longer startled by Edward's appearance in my dreams; I had long ago gone with the whole 'enjoy it while it lasts' sort of thing. But, much as I hate to admit this, it had been about sex a very large amount of the time. I couldn't help it; the leech just fucking called to me and I came running. We never got anywhere, a fact that was infuriating to me beyond belief, but there was still always desire, the red-hot flash of arousal and need that coursed through my body, always leaving me with a not-so-little problem I would have to will away, or take care of when going back wasn't an option.

I was sitting in the Cullen kitchen, eating a very large plate of bacon and eggs with blueberry muffins, courtesy of Esme. For a vampire she was a damn good cook, but I suppose if you could smell even the slightest imbalance or impurity you would be able to correct it, so cooking must be an easy skill to learn. Anyway, I was currently stuffing into myself about four full meals' worth of food - she had made a fucking mountain - and going over my most recent dream. It was just a conversation with Edward…but I had loved every second of it.

I was sitting at the Pack's meeting place, on one of the two large rocks that stood towards one edge of the clearing. It was night-time, and the sky was overcast and dark; there wasn't a star to be seen.

I knew he was coming before I sensed him with any of the meager five; I could just feel his presence approaching mine. He was running; soon enough I could hear his hurried footsteps, crunching a few of the dry leaves as he passed. His scent grew in potency as he came closer, and eventually I could see him emerging from the blackness of the forest. My Wolf gave an inward sigh of pleasure at his appearance as he slowed, seeing me there. A few leaves had lodged themselves in his hair, and he brushed them away irritably. I expected him to come forward, but he didn't. He just stood there, watching me. Unsure.

The vulnerability that I could see in his dark golden eyes stirred something inside of me, a compassion I hadn't really felt before, until I started to think of Edward as something other than a rival. It was at that moment that I realized I loved him, really.

"Come here, Edward," I called to him, like one might do when comforting a small child, and he walked over to me, just managing to control his pace, restraining himself so he didn't look too overeager. I couldn't help but smile as I slid down the rock, landing easily on my feet just in time for him to reach the base. We stood, facing each other for the longest moment, before he looked away.

"I spoke to Bella," he murmured, and at once my heart leapt into hyperactivity, my breath catching. But for some reason, I had expected him to say this; it wasn't the subject, but merely the subject's reaction I was concerned about. There was actually background to this storyline; there was a reason behind this conversation.

"I…I couldn't get enough, ever, Jacob," he continued, his voice almost too soft for me to hear. He sounded like he was in pain, and he still wouldn't look at me. I took a deep breath to steel myself, because I knew the next part was going to hurt, no matter how much I tried to not let it. "I was never satisfied, no matter how many times I was with her." My eyes closed. I leaned back against the rock, biting my lip in an effort not to let out a pitiful whimper at the knowledge that my Edward still lay with his wife. "And I had to ask her…I had to know…'What is it like?' I asked. 'To be filled like this, so completed?' And do you know what she said, Jacob?" Not able to find words, I merely shook my head, knowing he would continue.

Our eyes opened again at the same time, and he looked up at me; I had been right before, I had a good four inches on him. "She said 'I wish you could just know, Edward, because I cannot describe it with words.'"

I sucked in another breath, my eyes widening a little as I dared to let myself hope…what that might mean. His eyes were watching my face carefully, searching my expression for I don't know what, but I sure as hell wanted him to find whatever he was looking for. Eventually, his lips quirked up into a half-hearted crooked smile.

"The only time I'm ever satisfied, Jacob, is after I've been around you," he murmured, shifting his body closer to mine. The chill of his presence made me shiver, but I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards him in return.

I had woken up right before we kissed.

It was amazing, really…that dream had evoked so much emotion inside of me…Only a few minutes after waking did I realize I had been crying. Crying! What the fuck was wrong with me? I had never even thought about kissing Edward, not really, and yet now…now I really, really wanted to, so goddamn much. It was excruciating, the desire.

Finishing the breakfast and cleaning off my mess - hey, I was a guest, I didn't want to take advantage of Carlisle's hospitality by acting like a slob - I headed straight up into the doctor's study. He was at the hospital all day, and had told me to make use of whatever resources I needed. I was totally going to.

Walking in, I could suddenly understand Carlisle's dubiousness in my undertaking of such an enormous task; his study was lined with thick tomes on almost every available surface; the man never seemed to stop studying, with the way he had books piled up on all sides, some of them stacked in corners and even more opened at various pages, spread out over his large mahogany desk. I was tempted to peak in, to wonder about what the Doctor might be researching, or craving knowledge for, but I restrained myself just barely; Carlisle had done me a great service by keeping my presence here a secret and offering his help and resources, so I wasn't about to go fuck it up like a ten year old kid who couldn't resist peeking into his father's 'Secret Top Drawer'.

Real life experience. Never to be repeated.

Suppressing a shudder, I moved to the farthest wall from the door, looking up at the books. They were all obviously ancient; faded with pages curling at the corners, some tomes looking as though they were close to falling apart at their bindings. Many of them were covered with a thick layer of dust, so the titles were near-impossible to see, even with shifter vision.

Reaching up, I picked a book at random, one that looked the sturdiest and also one of the thinnest, though it still had to be several hundred pages thick. Carrying it over to the desk, I lay it on a cleared bit of space, sitting down in Carlisle's chair. Again, I felt a little like a trespasser, even though Carlisle knew I would be here, finding out all that I could. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I just didn't belong here, not unless I was with Edward; without Edward here, I was just another guest. Not a resident. A guest.

I know that I said I had done well in school; this was true, but only really because I could always pull through the day before the tests and study my ass off. Truth is, I find books incredibly boring, especially the old ones apparently full of history written by old stuffs who had nothing better to do than write down every single insignificant detail of a battle or person, which had ended or who had died many, many years ago and therefore didn't really bear much point on the present day. That was my point of view, anyway. So I was incredibly grateful when I saw Carlisle's computer was alive and well, flickering with a background of the Cullens, all dressed like they were playing baseball. The picture must have been taken somewhere else, because the sun was shining brightly, casting all of them into bright shafts of sunlight, their skin sparkling. They were all smiling, happy. The perfect family.

Even Edward, with his hair still in that disarray I was coming to know so well, and his eyes bright, cheeks flushed slightly from the exercise - he must have hunted recently, for I knew that when a vampire was full of blood that they began to take on some of the characteristics of humans again; blush, for instance, and they always felt slightly warmer. At least, that's what I had got from legends and rumours and hearsay. I would love to have the opportunity to try it out for myself.

Anyway, God bless Carlisle and his children who were in love with technology, because the computer was as fast as a man could ask for, with access to the internet with information that was, hopefully, much more up to date and a lot easier to narrow down, in my opinion.

Unfortunately, a lot of werewolf and vampire information would be tainted by modern ideas about the legends, or skewed views that one person might have about our species. And, since I wasn't technically a werewolf but a shifter, that only made the search more tedious. It was infuriating, but still much more helpful, I'm sure, than several hours pouring over the books. I just didn't have enough patience to sift through so much information, when Google could do all the work for me in seconds.

Still, I could almost instantly regret it, when in typing "Werewolf-Vampire relationships", in a vain hope to perhaps come across something that would clarify if what I was feeling for Edward was even possible, I only came up with a bunch of people who thought werewolves and vampires hated each other, and were attacking each other for preferring one over the other. It was stupid, really, the close-mindedness of some people. I conveniently overlooked the fact that I had been guilty of the same crime…not even a week ago.

A week. Amazing how in such a short amount of time, my thinking had changed so much. I had gone from coveting Bella, my best friend and a human girl, to Edward, my rival, natural enemy, and a guy. Albeit, a very good-looking, beautiful guy, but a guy nonetheless. And other than the knee-jerk reaction of doubt, disgust and denial - the three Ds - I had…completely accepted it. My Wolf had never thought it wrong, so far as I could tell. He thought it was completely natural, to be expected and understood and everything.

How could I not have noticed it before, if this was always there?

Was it because he had gotten married? A shaft of pain struck right through my heart as I thought that, with enough force to make me gasp. Inwardly, my Wolf whined, curling up in the canine version of the foetal position.

Guess so.

I winced at the knowledge that, right now, my Edward belonged to someone else, and that someone else was a person I myself had thought I wanted. My life is a fucking soap opera at the moment. I hope it ends like a fairy tale.

Does that make you the princess?

Ah, voice, long time no listen. Now shut up unless you're proving useful. I should probably open up a new tab and cruise some psychiatric facilities while I'm here.

Look, I know that it would be the most awkward conversation in the history of forever, but Carlisle probably knows a lot more than you can get on the internet. He's had years to learn everything within these books…so he's like a very accurate vampire internet, right?

Yeah…except that would be such an awkward conversation that I'm actually cringing thinking about it.

But think about the prize.

The prize…what could that be? Eternity with Edward, as my mate and mine alone? Or complete denial that a relationship like the one I had been thinking about for days was possible, even in the smallest degree. What the hell?

I missed Edward…I'll admit it now. There was…an emptiness inside of my chest, where my heart theoretically lay - at least, according to poets everywhere. A hole that I wanted to believe only he could fill…was I even capable of deluding myself to such a degree? Screw that, could I deceive my Wolf into thinking he had fallen in love with a leech, if he didn't agree? No, I don't think so; he would have protested if he didn't like the idea. I don't like to admit it, but shape shifters are under much less control of their inner animals than they let on; it becomes a very thin line between man and beast as time goes on, unless a wolf dies or finds their Imprint, and then the boundary solidifies, in a way. I, of course, was one of the best at controlling my natural animal instincts that the Pack had seen in a while, but I put that down to my Alpha-ness. An Alpha would need to be controlled.

Stopping my internal ramble, I refocused on the screen in front of me, to realize I had come upon a page that looked promising. I clicked the link, waiting as the lightning-fast computer took me to the site. Unlike any of the others, there were no pictures of creepy vampires in the background, or little animated men turning into wolves. - I mean, seriously? Instead, it was just a plain white screen, with the writing in green split into nice information-phobic paragraphs, just the right size for someone like me. Pictures were dotted around the screen on the edges, but I focused on the words, wanting to get to the relevant part as quickly as possible.

Although there are many stories and legends about the relationships with vampires, particularly those with werewolves and humans, there is one reoccurring scenario; that with a Vampire species known as the Incubus, or Succubus for females.

All cultures possess some story of humans and vampires mating, creating half-vampire children that were often very strong and fast, and possessed the same necessity for blood that its vampire father (for it was often a male vampire, though there are happenings of female vampire mothers giving birth in rare cases, and often as the product of a werewolf).

I had to stop reading, just after that little paragraph, sitting back in the chair with a huge exhale. I laced my fingers together, running my hands over my head, through the newly short hair and used them to support my head as I stared at the screen. Damn…a werewolf making a female vampire give birth? Of course, I knew I couldn't really give credit to this source, if it was human, but then again…Holy hell if it was true.

Eager for more, I read on;

The story of the Incubus is colourful and widely varied; the legends mainly consist of an inhumanly beautiful man (Succubus as a woman) seducing mortal woman and impregnating them, making them bear the half-breed children. They often die from such births, and unless the father stays around, the child dies soon after. However, there are cases of Incubi even seducing their natural enemies and having natural relationships with werewolves, producing variations of wolf, man and vampire. Often these offspring are referred to as shape shifters, and do not age, and may change into a large wolf as their werewolf parent, but at will.

Although it is not generally acknowledged, an Incubus is a common breed of vampire, and in some cases, a demon. There are known reports of an Incubus taking only one mate, and settling down with a family. Often, this mate is immortal like itself, so that neither shall die and suffer broken hearts.

I blinked…Well, Jacob, what the hell do you make of that?

No matter what my mind was trying to process, I kept going back to that one part; "Seducing their natural enemies…often these offspring are referred to as shape shifters, and do not age, and may change into a large wolf as their werewolf parent, but at will." That could mean a whole shitload of new information for me…

Of course, I couldn't trust the source. At all. This person might just be some delusional human…but then again…If it was true…

My heart began to beat faster, at the thought that I might be the product of a werewolf and a vampire…The thought of it! But…Billy wasn't a vampire most certainly, and neither was my mother…surely. She died in a car accident; it would have killed my father if he was a werewolf or whatever. But…do werewolves suffer the same Imprinting phenomena? Either way, my father couldn't have Imprinted on my mother, otherwise he would have died when she did at the hospital. So maybe he didn't…maybe she was a vampire and seduced him…But then his wolf would have hated that, hated the smell…

But then again…there could be Grandparents involved. As far as I knew, both of my Grandparents on both sides were dead. God only knows what happened to them.

About three things I was absolutely certain: One, I would have to do a helluva lot more research on shape shifters; Two, I would need to start learning all I could about werewolves and Incubi, and Three…I needed to talk to Carlisle.

I had to know.

And he was my best shot.

Speak of the Devil… Downstairs, I could hear the door opening softly, letting in two feet, and then closing. The slight patter of water on laminate let me know he was shaking off a raincoat, though with his speed not much should have collected. Was it raining outside? Fucked if I know; this room is almost completely soundproof.

I stood, stretching out my limbs that screamed at me in protest when I tried to move, making me wince with the burn. I looked at the clock on the computer; holy hell, I had been sitting here for five hours!

On cue, my stomach rumbled, loud enough I'm sure to be heard all through the back garden. Before I could blush from the embarrassment - yeah, blush. Sigh - I heard Esme laugh and call that she was making dinner, if I was hungry. I called a thank you back, and began to make my way out of the study, before remembering that I had left the page open. Fuck…I ran back and closed the window, just as Carlisle came in through the door with a small smile.

"Sorry, Jacob, but I need to make use of my study," he said in apology. I merely smiled back, knowing full well that my heart was about to beat out of my fucking chest, and hoping I didn't look too much like a kid next to a broken window holding a baseball and bat. I stepped towards the door, when his next words stopped me. "Did you find what you were searching for?"

An innocent enough question, so was I imagining the edge behind it? I turned back around, and his expression was still amiable and friendly as he looked back at me, eyes more golden than yesterday. He'd gone hunting.

"I…certainly have a lot to think about now."

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and I breathed a sigh of relief, hurrying out of the room and downstairs, where I was greeted with the smell of cooking steak and jacket potatoes.

Yum.

Alright, so more filler. That's the only reason this next chapter is coming so quickly. Expect a bigger delay for the next one. Edward comes back! xD Yay.

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