A/N: I know I said it was going to be a quick update last time. I'm terribly sorry, some things came up and my mind was not in the right place for writing, so I do apologize for the wait on the update. This chapter kind of took itself in a different direction, but I'm not complaining. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 17
Nightmares

Bolting upright, my eyes darted around the room violently searching for the face that I had seen in my dreams—but nothing. My breathing was labored and I couldn't think straight. I felt clammy, I was sure I was drenched in sweat after that terrible nightmare.

I felt around and couldn't find the warmth that I so desperately sought. I was silently beginning to wonder if everything was a dream. Had I dreamt Jacob up, did he really exist? Had I ever really moved to Colorado with my father to go to school? I couldn't be sure.

The room immediately went up in temperature, I looked up and any worries that I had made Jacob up had slipped away. Worry was etched in to his features and I knew I was crazy to think such things.

I hadn't even said a word and he was asking me what was wrong.

"N—Nothing," I tripped over my tongue. My mouth was dry and I felt like I needed to drink something badly. I looked up and met his concerned gaze, and I knew that he didn't believe me.

"Molly," He pressed.

"I had a nightmare,"

"The same as before?" He crossed to my bed, taking a seat next to me.

"No, this one was different, scarier..." I mumbled wrapping my arms around him, resting my head on his chest.

"What happened?"

"The guy in my dreams before..." I took a slow breath. "He was chasing me in a forest." I closed my eyes and took in his scent. "He was so fast..."

I felt him stiffen and pulled away from him slightly to read his face. A cold look passed over his handsome features. He pulled me impossibly close, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Molly."

"It kills me that this monster got away with killing my brother and I just feel like he's haunting me now."

"Does the guy in your dreams look familiar? Have you seen him before?" Jacob questioned, his tone worried.

I racked my brain, trying to conjure up the face that I had been trying so hard to forget. I closed my eyes and I could see him. The monster that had taken away Patrick.

"I've never seen him in real life," I told Jake positively.

"Never? Are you sure?" He continued to question. I felt like I was in an interrogation.

"I'm pretty sure. I think I'd remember..."

"Why do you say that?"

"He's just unforgettable..." I mused, my eyes still closed. I could feel Jacob's grip on me tighten. "He's beautiful, too beautiful—in a dangerous way...."

"Beautiful?" He growled. "Like how? Describe him..."

I took a deep breath and began to describe the creature I saw before me, "Dark hair, like yours but a little more unkempt. Sharp features, pointy nose, small mouth, black eyes--really black. Pale, pale skin--almost translucent like..."

I could almost hear Jacob's brain on overdrive. His fingers intertwined with mine before he spoke again, this time it was sharp, and he cursed.

"I should have known before," His tone made me open my eyes.

"What? What should you have known?"

He looked apprehensive, like he wasn't sure if he should tell me. But he knew I would get it out of him. I would whether he liked it or not. I hated when people started to say something and then think it would be better to recant before they blurt it out; it was highly annoying.

"The guy you're seeing, in your nightmares... he's a damn leach."

"Leach?"

"A bloodsucker,"

"Vampire?" I questioned, a bit shocked at his aggressive tone. When he didn't say anything I pulled out of his grasp. "Are you serious?"

"Unfortunately,"

I thought about it. I made sense, I suppose, the person in my nightmares wasn't human. He was too beautiful and too dangerous. He was powerful and fast.

I tried to think it through before saying anything else. Vampires were real and they were dangerous. If this vampire was still out there he could very well kill me if he wanted to. Did he? Was that why I could see him in my dreams?

Jacob turned slightly and looked me in the eye.

"Those vampires are gone," He said confidently.

"Those vampires?" I was confused, what did he mean by 'those vampires'? I was obviously missing something here and I wanted to find out what it was.

"The ones that..." He trailed off his gaze leaving mine.

He didn't say anything else. Oh no. He wasn't going to do that to me again. I grasped his chin in my hand and made him look at me.

"What were you going to say, Jacob?" I questioned.

He hung his head, my hand still gripping on to his face, "It's difficult really…"

"Then you should start explaining, now." I pressed.

He took a deep breath, "The killings that were allegedly apart of a gang serial killing, weren't." He started, confused, my brow furrowed. "They were newborn vampires feasting on these innocent people."

"Newborn vampires?" I coughed out.

"New vampires cannot control themselves, if they smell human blood they attack."

I could believe it. I sat there my mouth hanging open slightly taking it all in. This was ridiculous. The things I was learning now that I was with Jacob was beginning to be too much for me to bear.

"You're telling me that my brother was murdered by a feasting pack of bloodsucking monsters?" The disdain in my voice wasn't hard to pick up, and I saw a ghost of a smile appear on his lips, before it disappeared.

"Yes, Molly."

"Where the hell did all of these vampires come from and where the hell are they now?"

He looked hesitant to answer and I wondered why he had been so apprehensive before. It made me think that he was trying to hide something, as to not hurt me. Did a vampire feel threatened by the pack of wolves on the Quileute Reservation? Did they conjure up a bunch of vampires to attack? Would he think that I would blame him or his friends for Patrick's death if that were the case?

I didn't think that could be it. Jacob knew that I couldn't' blame him for that, or did he?

"The vampires were created by an older vamp named Victoria." He sighed heavily. "Victoria created the leaches to get back at the person or persons who killed her mate…" He looked away from me and I could see it written all over his face.

"Because of Bella." I put together, my lips pulled together in a scowl.

So it was Bella's fault that my brother was dead. That's why Jacob didn't want to tell me. It was her fault that her bloodsucking boy—husband couldn't leave her alone, so when non-vegetarian vampires came to town they wanted to play with her. When one of them wouldn't let it go, the Cullens killed him and pissed off his mate. So his mate decided to get back at them and create a bunch of leaches to attack them, who in turn ended up killing my brother in the process.

Which only meant one thing to me, the one thing that I'm sure Jacob was dreading for me to piece together—it was Bella's fault.

The thought was bothersome on its own, but what made it worse was that he was still trying to protect her. And that bothered me more than any other thought I was having at the moment.

"Oh no, you have that look again…" He said softly, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Look? What look?" I asked, my left hand flew to my face. Like I was going to feel it out.

"That look that says you're angry with me." He stated pointedly.

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. I was slightly angry with him over my realization. He was still protecting her even after everything she did to him. Curse her.

I knew that if I ever came across this Bella—it wouldn't be pretty. That I was absolutely sure of.

"I'm sorry, Molly…"

"It's ok, Jacob." I breathed.

"No it's not." He pressed his lips to my temple. "I don't want you upset,"

"It's a lot to take in Jake…" I warned him.

"I know," He nodded. "I understand that and I'm here for you in anyway that you need me." He brushed his warm fingers over my cheek. "Just don't shut me out, ok?"

I placed my hand on top of his and loved the warm radiation of his skin, "I won't just as long as you don't keep anything from me anymore…"

"Scouts on honor…" He held his free hand up to his forehead in a saluting manner.

I couldn't help but laugh at this, he was a goofball and I loved every second of it. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. The warmth washed away the dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach for a brief moment.

The kiss deepened and I wasn't the first to pull away, he sat back breathing heavily and gave me that wolf-like grin. My insides turned to putty and I gave him a small grin.

"We shouldn't get carried away like we did last night," He instructed.

"You're probably right…" I muttered knowing that I had done things in my mother's house that I had never even dreamed of.

"Especially since you're mother is downstairs cooking breakfast…" His grin widened.

I pulled myself to my feet and glanced down at him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom door, "I'm starving,"

--

Jacob decided during breakfast that he wanted to see all the spots I used to hang out at as a kid. I tried to object since I didn't have a car at my leisure here, but my mom rudely interrupted our discussion tossing me the keys that hung next to hers.

I stared at the key chain and felt a cold chill run down my spine. I stared at the Ford key attached to two key chains, I wasn't sure if I could even hold on to them.

"Molly, what's wrong?" My mother questioned.

"Uh, n—nothing mom…" I forced a smile and Jacob grabbed the keys from me with a playful smile on his face.

"Go get dressed Mols," He instructed.

I watched the keys in his hand and stared at them for a brief moment before my mother's hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. She felt my forehead and I looked up at her.

"Are you ok, honey?"

"Fine, I'll be down in a few…" I replied getting up quickly and up to my room.

"What's wrong?" Jacob questioned, I could feel his eyes on me as I moved quickly up the stairs. He didn't move from his spot and I could hear my mother sigh.

"Those keys belong to her brother's old Ford Mustang…"

I didn't want to hear anything further so I went up to my room, grabbed some things and took a shower. I don't know if I can bring myself to sit in his car, to drive it. The thought made my stomach turn; irrevocably.

Within fifteen minutes I was showered and changed, ready to go. But I knew I wasn't. It was going to take everything I had to drive that car. I slipped on a pair of sneakers and trotted down the stairs, putting on my best, fake smile.

"Be careful," My mother kissed my cheek and I looked at Jacob who was already dressed and ready to go.

The keys to Patrick's Mustang were spinning around his finger and I lead him in to the garage where the black Mustang was parked. I pulled the protective cover off of it and Jacob looked at it in awe. I small smile formed on my lips and I let my fingers brush the paint.

"Do you want to drive?" I asked him, not wanting to get behind the wheel of this car; the same car that I had learned to drive in.

"Are you sure?" Jacob asked looking down at the keys in his hand.

"Yeah, I can't drive it…" I looked at the car and I could feel the smile that had formed slip away at the thoughts of my brother. He loved this car, he used to joy ride in it all the time.

"Ok," He nodded unlocking the door to the driver's side.

I watched as the lock on the passenger's side door popped up. I looked at it, as if it were going to bite me. Slowly, my hand inched towards the handle and before I could open it the door pushed against my thighs. Jacob was leaning over the console looking up at me.

"Molly, you can't be afraid to get in the car." His voice was low and I looked up to meet his warm gaze.

He was right. It was just a car, though it had been owned by my brother, it was just a piece of metal and parts. It wasn't going to bite me or attract crazy hunting vampires. I couldn't think like that though. I couldn't think that anything that had to do with Patrick was a bad thing.

Before Jacob could say anything further I hesitantly lowered myself in to the black leather seats. It had been a while since I fell in to one of these seats. I remembered the last time like it was yesterday.

My senior year was almost to an end, one last huge party before it was all said and done. I hadn't thought much about graduation or what was to come after it. I knew after the summer I would be going to Colorado for school, and probably living with my Pops. That didn't bother me.

Though, I wasn't really keen on leaving my friends and my new crush behind me. We were down at the dunes having our last official bonfire and having a good time. I heard someone calling my name behind me and glanced back.

My crush, Jason Morrison. I smiled at him and he waived me over lifting the beers in his hand up to me. I headed towards him, no intentions to drink the alcoholic beverage he provided. I wasn't a complete idiot. I knew better than to take an open drink from a guy, even a guy that I liked.

He thrusted the open beer bottle to me and slung his arm around my shoulders. I didn't mind the attention, I actually enjoyed it. Jason was one of the more popular guys in school, and he was going to NYU after the summer, so we only had a few months before we both went away to college.

"You wanna get out of here?" He whispered in my ear.

I smiled up at him and gave a slight nod. I knew what it meant, but it didn't mean that I had to do what he had in mind. Pushing the thought away until the time came; Jason took my hand in his and lead me towards his car.

"Can you believe it's almost over?" He looked up at the darkened sky and then down at me with a grin on his handsome face.

"No, its crazy, isn't it?" I questioned motioning with my free hand, which was still grasping on to the neck of my bee; the same one that I hadn't even taken a swig from yet.

He nodded taking out his keys, just as we were getting to his car head beams flashed in our eyes and a black car sped by. I didn't think anything of it until I heard a screech of tires and the black car that went by was speeding, backwards, in our direction.

"What the hell does this guy want?" Jason muttered holding his other hand to his eyes to shield them from the light, beer bottle in hand.

I squinted seeing a figure pop out of the driver's side and I felt my inside's twist angrily, "Molly get in the car, now."

Jason looked down at me confused, "Who the hell is that?"

I didn't move, and I didn't answer him. The person from the black car came around so that he could be seen by my crush. My teeth grinded together as he held out his hand.

"Let's go,"

"Patrick?" Jason realized who the guy was. "What the hell man?"

"Molly, get in the car, now…." My brother reiterated.


Wow, he was being really persistent. I dropped the beer bottle and looked up at Jason. There go any chances I had at a summer romance with the hottest guy in my grade. I glared at my brother and stomped towards his car.

"Stay the hell away from my sister, Morrison…" Patrick growled angrily before heading back to the driver's side of the car. I fell in to the seat next to him, slamming my door shut. He climbed in and shut the door staring over at me, "What the hell were you thinking, Molly? Jason Morrison? He's the biggest douche bag in Port Angeles."

"You ruined everything," I muttered angry with him.

"You'll thank me later…"

Jacob revving up the engine and clicking the garage door opener caught my attention. I remembered that night, very well as I did the next day. My brother had been right, I would thank him later. Jason Morrison had been accused of raping and assaulting one of our classmates that night, after I had left.

My brother had saved me from a terrible situation, and I thanked him every day for it. Jacob glanced over at me and pulled out of the garage and in to the driveway.

"You sure you want to do this?"

I forced a smile and nodded my head, "Of course…"

He didn't push me any further but pulled out on to the street and I instructed him where to go. Our time in Port Angeles was definitely going to be something. I was sure of it. As boring as Port Angeles was, there was always something to talk about.

I had no plans to add the flashback originally, but hey, these things just come to you. Speaking of Jacob here, I saw some new pictures of Tyler Lautner, wow... he's getting a little more beefy and a lot hotter. I shouldn't say these things becuase he's only a baby...but damn...