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 Five

The next couple of days I fell into a routine; I would get up at around ten, when Carlisle had already gone to work. Esme would have a huge meal waiting for me, and then go out on her various errands - autumn weather guaranteed a lack of sun. I would then spend the day slowly cramping my muscles in front of Carlisle's desk, finding as much as I could about Incubi, Werewolves, Shifters and relationships in between before he came back home. Everything I found that was even remotely relevant was almost completely contradictory. No one mentioned werewolves and vampires getting together - except for some weird movie plots - and producing shape shifters. But I wanted to believe that first account I read, and so I desperately, like a mad man, searched for another that might match, or agree.

I found nothing. Even in some of the books I had managed to crack open and scour through.

But there was one source I had yet to tap.

Carlisle.

Every time I thought about that, though, I was completely embarrassed. Wouldn't you be? Asking if his son was possibly an Incubus and therefore likely to have a relationship with shape shifters? How do you bring that up? Like ripping off a band-aid? Just get it over with…

Thankfully, or perhaps not so, he beat me to it.

"Jacob, I can't help but notice you seem to be very interested in vampire species. May I ask now what you're looking for?"

I sat, gaping at him. It was around five in the afternoon, and he had gotten off early from the hospital, because Edward and Bella were supposedly coming home tomorrow (holy crap) and he wanted to get things ready or whatever. The humans had bought it. I just wanted to make sure Edward's room no longer smelled like me when he got home. That could be a really awkward conversation…Anyway, I digress.

"How…how did you know?" Did he have security cameras in his office or something?

"There's this thing called Search History, Jacob. I can understand your want for privacy, but I have to admit I've grown a little worried about it. There are some things on the internet that could give you the wrong idea, and I confess I've grown curious as to your motives. Did you meet an odd vampire when you were away?"

Oh Lord…Search History. Of course; how could I have been so stupid? It was that very thing that had led me to find out Billy's secret porn stash. Yeah…my dad looks at porn. So have I. Whatever.

"Um…" No excuses were making themselves known to me, and really the only way I could get the answers I wanted was to answer him, so I went with the truth. "Actually…I'm kind of looking up Incubi."

Shock was evident on Carlisle's face, before he tried to cover it up with the same 'Doctor' expression. Had I struck a chord? He cleared his throat, sitting back in the large plush chair of his office and watched me for a long while, tapping his forefinger against his wooden desk. I started to get uncomfortable, shifting around in my chair as his unblinking golden eyes bored into me. It seemed like forever until he heaved a breath - I realized then he hadn't even been breathing, still as a statue as he watched me.

"What do you want to know about Incubi?"

"Well…actually I know a lot of stuff already. So does everyone else, it seems. I just want to know facts, not human speculation. How are they made, as opposed to regular vampires…What the general characteristics are. How you can tell if you've seen one. All that jazz."

Carlisle chuckled at the turn of phrase, raising an eyebrow at me as he sat forward again. His elbows rested on the desk, fingers laced and supporting his chin in a classic 'bored-teenager' pose, that looked incredibly out of place with his demeanour. "There are a lot of legends about Incubi."

"I don't want legends. I want facts. Do you know any?" He shrugged, and I was struck by just how rude my demand was of him; he was offering and giving to me so much, and I was just demanding answers from him like he had wronged me somehow. "Please, Carlisle. It's really important."

Cocking his head to one side, Carlisle fixed me with that weird stare again. As though he were sizing me up as an adversary, before a small smile came to his features. "I will tell you a lot of what I know, Jacob. But my knowledge is very limited, and there's a lot you can learn from legend, even if not all of it is true."

He spent the next two hours telling me everything and anything he could on the subject, answering all of my questions and never once returning them. Unlike when I was healing, and his answers were evasive and unsatisfying, I walked away from that conversation feeling like I knew a hell of a lot more than before. For instance, I knew how they were created…and that had actually given me pause.

During the regular changing process, something sexual must have happened for Incubi to be made. Carlisle had changed Edward…when he was dying of the Influenza, that much I knew. What possibly could have happened that would have made Edward into an Incubus…if he was at all?

Wow…that's something to imagine over and over again.

The voice in my head is a pervert.

I had also been told that many legends of Incubi included people having dreams or visions on inhumanly beautiful men coming to women with the intent and result of sexually pleasing them. Definitely check that off the list. Edward's been in my dreams for the past couple of nights.

Does that make you a girl?

Shut up.

Incubi were also said to be incredibly desirable to both sexes. Check. They kept most of their visits to nighttimes. Huge check. Edward was sounding more and more like one of these male demon-vampire things every second.

But how to tell? That was one thing Carlisle couldn't answer me. He hadn't been able to - or didn't want to - say how to identify an Incubus from the rest of the vampire population. I could understand why he wouldn't want to say, and I'm pretty sure he could already suspect me. With my obvious obsession for Bella before and the members of his family, he could probably put two and two together. He might even know that I was talking about Edward…

Oh well…can't dwell on speculation. Tomorrow Edward was coming home, I would finally be able to put a form to my fantasies, and decide once and for all whether or not my Wolf was bullshitting me. His version of a practical joke maybe…

Upon waking up the next morning I was struck by three things as once; One, I hadn't dreamed about Edward that night; Two, I had never woken up feeling more refreshed; and Three, my Wolf was calm. Usually, when I had woken up over the past few days my Wolf was antsy, begging to be let free, to be near his Chosen Mate…but today I was struck by no such fierce desire. He was calm, chilled, waiting patiently for the human side of me to wake up fully.

I sat up, disturbed. After all that shit my Wolf put me through - the exhaustion and confusion and questions, putting a drain on my body and mind - he had given up? Forgotten, before Edward had even arrived? Was my near-obsession with the leech merely what I had tried to convince myself of - that it was a phase I would soon get over?

Why the hell is my Wolf so annoying?

He growled inside my head at my disrespectful thought of him, so I immediately shut up. Why, though, did the all-consuming need to be near Edward that I felt no longer trouble me? I couldn't understand.

Go downstairs.

Again, the voice. Sigh. I was going to kill it one day. Still, it had yet to lead me into major disaster, so I rose from Edward's futon, sighing at the minor pain that came from a fabulous night's sleep, and pulled on some clothes that Carlisle had managed to get for me, by bribing some Rez kid to rob my house. I wasn't sure whether to be grateful or disturbed at the idea.

I opened the door, and stopped in my tracks.

Fuck my God-damn fucking life. Suddenly, it was all too clear why my Wolf wasn't driven to search - seems he is much more perceptive than I am.

Edward was standing at the top of the stairs. He was as beautiful as my Wolf remembered, perhaps even more so. It must have been raining outside, because little drops of water clung to the strands of his hair, plastering it lightly to his face in places, and the rest sticking up every which way, as it usually did. His eyes were so bright, but darkened immediately on seeing me. I had braced myself for it, and so my own expression was controlled into one of smug superiority, as though I had pulled one over on him. I couldn't let him see my new found infatuation with him, otherwise he would be able to make me his puppet again. Still, it hurt a little to see the same hatred in his eyes as before I left.

Before he got married.

Speak of the Devil.

The voice and my sense of smell heralded the arrival of Bella. Bella Cullen, now. Should I be surprised that she was a vampire? The sting of her new scent made my eyes water, softened only because he was all over her as well. Or should I say she was all over his scent, covering the one I wanted? The both of them stopped when they saw me, her bright crimson eyes widening as his narrowed.

"Jacob!" They spoke as one. That would get really annoying really quickly. Bella ran forward, her smile huge as, quicker than her husband could reach out and catch her, she barreled into my arms. Again, her awful scent overpowered my initial reactions to Edward, and forced my default mode; inappropriate best friend.

"Careful, before someone gets jealous," I murmured to her, causing her to laugh as I set her down, and Edward stiffened. She looked almost exactly the same; skin colder, eyes red and brighter, but still the same. So…Bella.

The nearly inaudible growl behind her alerted the both of us to Edward's presence, watching the exchange. I was torn between growling back at him - letting my Bitch know his place - or being incredibly turned on by the animal sound. At once his expression turned from murderous to confused. He had heard.

Damn it! Filter your thoughts, Jacob!

At once my Wolf stepped in, spreading his calm through me, and my mind quieted to become blank. Edward looked frustrated, so it must have been successful in blocking him. Perfect.

"Jacob, what were you doing in my room?" His words bit through the silence, but his expression was softer than his tone, confusion was still dominant; how much had he heard?

"It's the closest one to Carlisle's study," I lied smoothly in reply, causing his expression to darken. Yeesh, moody much? I would be too. Luckily, my Wolf was preventing a lot of my thought processes coming out overly loudly. It probably sounded like whispering to Edward, like he was wearing ear plugs.

"Alice's is closer."

"I didn't want the pink explosion, thank you," I said, grinning from ear to ear as he became more obviously annoyed. I enjoyed making him react, I found; any reaction really, above tolerance. God how I hated the tolerance he had shown me before I left. "Besides, what's it to you? Not like you were here. I'll de-smell the room and everything if you want."

"Fine," he snapped in reply, quickly reverting his expression to irritation…and that patience again. Like he was humouring a child that was throwing a tantrum.

I'll wipe the look off your face forever, Cullen. Just you wait.

I would.

My Wolf couldn't let me down here. It was his heart on the line too.

"So how long have you been back for, Jacob?" Bella cut in, when the silence had stretched just a little too long, Edward and I locked in a staring match that neither of us would back down from. I blinked, breaking the gaze first and focused on Bella, forcing that amiable, light-hearted 'kid' smile to my face as I shrugged, folding my arms across my chest.

Assuming a cocky, nonchalant demeanour, I answered her; "A few days. Clearing my head turned out to be remarkably easy." Only to have it filled with even more clouded, dark thoughts. But that didn't matter; I wanted her to know I was completely over her. I didn't want her anymore; wanted nothing to do with her. Puppet Master…she was dead to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward raise an eyebrow at me. Or my thoughts. I really needed to work on filtering what I thought…or at least what I thought really loudly.

In an effort to cover up my lapse, and to change the subject, I nudged Bella gently on her shoulder. "So Bells, got any kick-ass powers?" I questioned, more than a little curious as to the reply; what would I have to compete with? Obviously if it was a particular human trait that was heightened when the vampire venom took hold, some of her characteristics would come out stronger. I didn't want anything that would make it harder to win Edward over…like hypnosis or something. Uggh.

"Not that I know of," she said with a slight sigh, rolling her eyes. "Nothing overly showy, like mind reading or something." She giggled, making Edward roll his eyes and smile also. I wanted to be the one to bring a smile to his face. Not her.

Stop thinking all this shit. He's going to hear.

Let him hear.

"Jacob! I've made some food for you!" Esme's call broke through what could have potentially been another very awkward situation, and on cue my stomach rumbled, giving Bella a grin the size of Texas.

"Time to feed the Wolf, huh?"

There's only one thing my Wolf hungers for.

Quit it with the innuendoes! Or whatever the fuck that was meant to be…

"We should go hunting anyway, Bella. Your eyes are getting darker." Hunting? At once my Wolf perked up at the opportunity, to see Edward so loose…free as a hunter and predator.

The beautiful, deadly creature that Carlisle's venom had made him into.

The hunter, chasing down his prey with fierce lack of mercy. Landing on his choice and quickly pinning it down.

The Incubus, lowering his sultry lips to a writhing animal's neck, dominating the beast with a growl as he slowly began to drain its lifeblood.

"Jacob! What the fuck?"

I whirled around, eyes widening as I looked up at Edward, who was in turn staring down at me, a mixture of emotions on his face. The most obvious one was surprise, shock. Amazement, perhaps. Was I imagining the black spark of lust in his eyes? Hope not.

"What do you mean 'What the fuck?'," I asked innocently.

"What do you mean what do I mean, 'What the fuck?'," he growled in reply, anger now finally the dominant expression as he came down the few steps I had traversed in my fantasy, until we were on the same level. I was a good few inches taller than him, but that didn't stop the whole 'Vampire killer' persona coming out. He could be intimidating when he tried. Luckily, the Alpha was way ahead of his Bitch; he wouldn't be tricked so easily.

So, ignoring my human response, I let my Wolf talk for me; "You're just going in circles, Edward," I said, resisting the urge with all my might to lean in and take a huge inhale of his scent. He was so cold, and so close, with this proximity I could feel the chill radiating from his bloodless body. I suddenly felt overheated in comparison. Bella was still on the top landing, looking between us with a mixture of confusion and worry and…dare I say sadistic pleasure?

Puppeteer, all over again. I could guess what conclusion she had jumped to; I had thought something inappropriate about her, and now he was defending her honour or whatever. Nothing could be further from the truth.

"What were you just thinking?" he snarled, hands curling into fists at his sides.

I smirked. "What do you think I was just thinking?"

"Why don't you tell me, and I can know if you were thinking what I think you were thinking?"

"If you don't tell me what you think I was thinking, how can I tell you if what you think I was thinking was really what I was thinking, or if I was thinking anything at all?"

"Don't play mind games with me, mutt."

"Hey, leech," I said, holding up my hands in false surrender, "You're the mind reader."

"Fucking dog! I should have killed you when I had the chance." Edward's eyes were black and murderous. He was probably inches away from attacking me, and all I could think of was how fuckhot he looked right then. I'd give anything to see his eyes that dark all the time.

"Bring you're A-game and pack a lunch. You only got one shot at me," I merely said in reply, lifting his chin with two of my fingers in a surprisingly affectionate gesture. My Wolf nodded his head in approval as, much to my surprise, Edward didn't pull away. In fact, his body seemed to relax ever-so-slightly. Did he feel the same pull towards me as I did him? Could what I had been hoping for, for the past few days, really happen? No…too good to be true. He's messing with my head again.

I let him go, then, forcing a callous smirk towards Edward and then Bella, and all but ran down the rest of the stairs, into the kitchen that was alive with the smells of meat and vegetables. Esme greeted me with a small smile, setting down a large plate in front of me and a fork, and she sat down beside me on a bar stool as I began to eat. I wanted to cover up the flustered feeling that was consuming me by burying my face in food. I was intent upon it.

"You alright? He arrived sooner than we expected."

I froze. He? Looking towards Esme, I'm sure my shock registered on my face; could she have read me so easily? Or perhaps I was jumping to conclusions…she was speaking of my worst enemy, right…as opposed to the 'Love of my Life'. Right. Yes. That's what she meant.

"Yeah. I just kinda feel guilty for smelling up his room. It'll reek of dog for hours," I said with a small laugh.

"Why did you sleep in his room?" she asked, resting her elbows on the table, fingers laced and supporting her chin. I was reminded starkly of Carlisle; must have picked up the habit from each other.

I shrugged. "Don't really know. It just seemed right," I said, confessing way more in that moment than I had meant to. But she didn't seem surprised, or even confused. She just smiled and patted my hand in a motherly gesture.

"It'll be fine, Jacob. You'll see. Wolves don't lead themselves astray."

Alright…we sure Esme isn't the mind reader?

"Thanks Esme." I smiled at her, and she nodded, getting up and leaving the room more quickly than I could be bothered to try and follow, intent again on eating my food. But at least with the feeling that I could keep it down; my stomach had felt uneasy after the confrontation with Edward. Something about him left me shaken, all the time.

"Good; perhaps it will give you incentive to answer me."

Fuck me sideways. He was right behind me. Right. Fucking. Behind. Me. I could suddenly feel the cold marble body just to the right and back from where I sat. A pale hand came forward, bracing his weight against the kitchen island. I was shaking he was so close. All it would take was one movement…and I could touch him. I knew that if I turned my head I would be able to kiss him, feel his skin against my lips as I had dreamt of doing so often. He was barely an inch away from me, of that I was certain.

"See, mutt…it's shit like that going on in your head that has me confused," he continued, voice low and dangerous. But husky…very enticing. "Have you been fantasizing about me, Jacob?"

Hah! Like I would answer that. I'm not an idiot, leech.

"Tell me, Jacob." His words were a harsh demand. I could feel him lean his body just a little closer to mine. His icy breath washed past my neck and shoulder, making me shiver. My body felt heavy; I wouldn't have been able to answer him even if I wanted to. He was dazzling me.

He was getting impatient; I could tell from the increased breathing rate, the way his fingers curled savagely into the wood of the island, pulverizing the weak material. He wanted an answer. He would probably do anything to get it.

Hell…I'm not against a little torture. I've been putting myself through it all fucking week.

"Answer me!"

"Forty-two!"

And then he vanished in a puff of logic.

"…Jacob…what?"

"Have you never read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Get some culture, man! How old are you meant to be? Eesh!" After that total fail of a change of subject, I was eager to be away from him, so I stood up so that the bar stool forced him to back away from me, giving me room to move. I picked up my plate and cleaned it hurriedly. I had to go Wolf, get away faster than he would be able to follow. Hopefully.

"Jacob!"

"What?! What do you want from me?"

"I just want to know!"

With a snarl, I turned around. He had been following me. I'm sure he would have chased me down like a prey animal if I'd phased. Without hesitation I grabbed him, slamming his body against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster. Spider-web patterns spread from where his frame made contact with the wall, and I felt a stab of remorse at causing him pain, until he growled back at me, struggling against my hold.

Fight all you want, Cullen. I was always stronger than you.

"You want to fucking know? Fine." With no regret now, I pulled him slightly away from the wall again, only to slam him back - make him fucking listen. In a pack, when a subservient wolf angered the Alpha, often there was a physical punishment for it. This was his - my bitch angering me.

"You've been on my mind since you sent me that fucking wedding invitation, Cullen. I can't stop thinking about you. Doing unspeakable things to you." He stopped struggling, staring at me as I spoke. His eyes were wide, still dark, lips parted slightly as he breathed heavily, though I knew he didn't really need to. "And you enjoyed it, too. You begged me to keep going, you masochist. You wanted me to hurt you, make you beg, make you scream." Was this fear affecting him, or me? Did I give a shit right now?

He opened his mouth wider to speak, but I silenced him with a quick growl - fucking daring him to interrupt me. "No. It's my turn to speak. I've been silent for too long, but know this…I came back for you, Edward. And I'm not going to stop until you're fucking mine. You got it? You belong to me."

With that, I let him go, and without resistance he slid to the floor. His eyes never once left mine as he continued to breath heavily, looking up at me with a mixture of disbelief and…something else. So many other things; it was hard to tell through the red haze that had descended over my eyes.

Without another word, I turned. I was out of the house in a second, phased and running in less than five.

Author's Note: That one line is from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I don't own that random combination of words. (Happy, Sarah? Eesh -_-)

So...whatcha think? Yes? I know it moved a little fast, but when I wrote it it felt so right, and when I proof-read it I didn't get a change of opinion. So...yeah. Next chapter we see a little of Edward's opinion too. Just a bit - I feel he's necessary.

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