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"Jacob, what are you talking about?" She screamed, she was done with him being weird.
"You have a gift!" he yelled back at her, Amelia went wide eyed and stared at her hands. She fell against the bed with a daze, she had no idea about it. She just wanted Edward and everyone to help her through this.
Jacob dragged his body next to her and sat right beside her. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Its okay," she said as she leaned her head against his broad shoulder...
Chapter 3: The Right Prince
Jake brought Amelia back to the house where Sam was holding her. When they got in, Jake was looking down. He looked very uncomfortable. "Amy, Sam said he wants me to sleep here with you. He is trying to arrange to have another bed brought in."
Amelia should have been angry at Sam for finding yet another way to keep tabs on her, but instead, she was relieved. The nights there were endless.
She smiled and nodded her head. "It's okay Jake."
That night, Jake came in smiling with a stack of cards. He had bought them off someone in the village. He wanted to teach her poker. They stayed up for hours bluffing and laughing.
"I wish we were playing with real money," Jacob said. "I would have won like 600 dollars already."
"Ha! You are just taking advantage of a beginner. Wait until I get the hang of this game. You will be sorry you ever taught me." She joked.
Amelia knew she finally had to bring up the subject. "Jake, there is no other place for you to sleep but here in this bed."
He nervously cleared his throat. "Oh. . . I . . uh was just planning on sleeping on the porch. Don't worry, I'll be right outside the door." He got up off the bed.
It was February. it was still really cold outside at nighttime. Amelia stared at him with her eyebrow up. "Jake, don't be ridiculous, it will be fine. This is a double bed, plenty of room." Jake had grown even more in the last several months, so he needed his room.
Jake ran his hand through his hair and stared at the bed.
"I don't even sleep, so you'll be fine. I'll sit in the chair." She reminded him as she watched him curiously.
Jake grinned and turned out the light and laid down on the bed. "Good night, Amelia." He whispered.
"Good night, Jake." It was quiet for a while and Amelia knew that he was still awake. "I've got to get out of here, Jake." she said.
"I know, I'm working on it," he reassured her.
It had now been eight months and two weeks. She wondered if a time would come when she stopped keeping track of the days. Amelia was sitting at the table in the house. Jake and Sam were there too. She had given this speech to Sam many tihers, but she was about to give it again.
"Sam, the Cullens moved on just like you wanted. All the reports back to you say that they aren't coming back. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what's been going on. There is no way anyone would believe me anyway. I don't want Charlie to know Jake's secret, much less the Cullen's secret. Just let me go." It would take her less than 5 seconds after she was free to contact Edward.
Sam's mouth twitched. "We have received new information. The entire coven moved away, reports say that they were all living in New Hampshire for a time, including your bloodsucker. But, then for unexplained reasons, he left. He has been spotted a few places. Sometimes in the company of a certain female leech."
Sam stole a look at her. Amelia was trying to take in what he was saying. He continued, "This little charade we've been playing, doesn't seem to have had it's desired effect. Until I find him and I am assured that his kind will never be back in Forks again, you are staying here."
She was in shock at his words. Sam was lying. She felt her chest caving in. Edward wouldn't just leave her here. He wouldn't be with someone else. NO. No. no. She grabbed her stomach and started swaying in her chair. Sam was lying. He calmly looked back at her.
"We'll probably let you go home soon," he said.
She felt sick. She ran to the bathroom and splashed water on her face, and crumpled on the bathroom floor. It did nothing to fix her pain. She started shaking her head. She shook her head faster, and faster. She clenched her teeth so Sam wouldn't hear her scream. After two hours on the bathroom floor, she could come to no other explanation. He wasn't coming. He was never coming. She was going to be stuck with Sam forever.
She came out of the bathroom and the house was dark. She thought Jake was already in bed. She looked into the kitchen and saw him sitting in a chair. Just sitting there in the dark. When he saw her, he rose out of the chair without a word and walked to her. He took her hand and walked her into the bedroom.
"What did you say to Edward that day at the funeral?" She asked curiously as they laid in bed, facing each other. "I know you were thinking something to him."
"I told him that I loved you more than he ever could, because I would never hurt you. I told him I never would leave you, and that you would always be the most important thing to me. I demanded he let you go and give you the gift of a real life." He ran his thumb over her cheek as he said, "The last thing I told him is I would die before I would play so carelessly with your soul like he did Bella's."
They continued to stare at each other. He slid down so that he was level with her face. "I meant every word," he said. His voice became rough. "I want you for so much more than my girlfriend now."
He kissed her then. She stopped the kiss, but she didn't move away.
A few days later, Jake took her hand while they were walking and she didn't stop him. That night they played poker again. They stayed up very late and she actually won a few hands. She bet it all on the last hand and lost everything. They decided to make their betting amounts ridiculously huge.
"Let's see," said Jake, "According to my calculations, I just won 356 million dollars."
She laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. All of the sudden, his face was above hers. He reached down and kissed her. Amelia didn't pull away this time.
A few days later, Sam told Jake he needed to talk to him. She busied myself with cleaning, at a human pace of course. Today was the day she gave all her laundry to a lady in the village to wash. Amelia was carrying her laundry down the gravel path when she saw Jake and Sam arguing. They were too far away for her to hear what they were saying, but it was obvious the discussion was heated. When she came back, they were gone.
When Jake came in the house, he was very quiet. Sam came in the house soon after. He never knocked. She hated having him this close to her. He arrogantly told her that within the week, they were moving to a new location, and that Jake would be going back home.
She panicked. Jake sat motionless. It was obvious Jake already knew about this. He glared darkly at Sam and held his fists tight.
After Sam left, Amelia turned to him and said, "What's going on? Why is he sending you away?"
"Because I don't want to be welcomed back into the pack," he said bleakly.
"You don't want in? I thought that was what you wanted?" she said.
"Drop it," he murmured as he went into the room and slammed the door shut. She shoved a hand through her dark hair and sighed heavily. This was getting too complicated.
For over eight months she has been waiting for Edward to come and get her. Like some princess locked in a tower waiting for that magical kiss that would give her happily ever after. Well, she was definitely not a princess, and this had stopped being a fairy tale. Amelia never saw the story where the prince, either because he couldn't forgive her, or just stopped believing in her and loving her, just left her locked up in that tower.
Maybe princes came in different forms. She had the indestructible, marble skinned, velvet voiced, fiercely beautiful angel version. She loved that version. She wanted that one. She needed that one. But, there was also a beautiful boy who was now a man who had always made her smile when no one else could, and had always been there. He never left her or Bella, he never tried to push her away, and he had somehow managed to save her more times than she could possibly count.
Amelia looked out the window, the next morning, and I saw Jake out there working on Sam's car. She cleaned up and went out to say hi. When she got to him, he turned and smiled and she gave him a kiss. He answered back wholeheartedly. I can do this, she said proudly to herself.
Sam came around noon and said that plans were being set in place to move Amelia in three days. He had no other information about Edward. He wouldn't tell her where they were going, and he said that unless Jake changed his mind, he was sending him back. When Sam walked away, Jake just grabbed her hand and gave her a look of reassurance. Jake had a plan of some sort, she couldn't imagine what it would actually be like to be free again.
After Jake's dinner, she was beginning to get anxious. Now that she had made the decision to be with Jake, she was nervous to be going back in that bedroom with him. He seemed to notice something was different. He looked at Amelia. "Do you want to play cards?" he asked softly.
"No." she shook her head.
"Do you want to stay up and read all night?" he smiled.
"No." I said.
He stared at her for a moment and then he kissed her. Amelia answered back the best that she could. He was leading her back to the bedroom and taking off his shirt. They fell on the bed and he began doing things that Edward never could. I can do this, she thought happily.
Amelia was breathless and enjoying it, but not lost in euphoria like when Edward kissed her. She was holding him close, but not clinging to him with all her might like she did with Edward. She wasn't close to fainting in his arms. Amelia wasn't whispering "Forever" in his ear.
She put her hands on his back and tried very hard not to think about how his back wasn't cold or that he didn't have an intoxicating scent like Edward.
Edward.
Edward.
She couldn't do this. She thought she could, but there was no way. Amelia still loved Edward. She needed Edward. Even if she was alone for the rest of her undead life, it would always be him. Forever it would only be him.
Princes these days, she thought, you never know which is the right one...
A/N: Well then... I hope that you liked this chapter. It took forever and what not but, I finally got through it and if you are reading this and didn't read the one on top... READ THE ONE ON TOP!!