AND for those of you who missed in Jakes POV in the grocery store.

JPOV

Cumin. Cumin. Cumin. How do you even spell that? Is it kumin with a K?

Jacob was getting frustrated with shopping in the only respectable sized grocery story within an hour of La Push. Sometimes the 'foodstuffs' offered at the convenience store on the reservation didn't cut it.

What the hell is cumin and why does Dad even want it?

A sickly sweet smell hit his nostrils causing them to flare and the hair on the back of his neck to stand attention. He recognized the smell and his animal instincts kicked in. His main objective was to figure out how best to get the demon out of the crowded store without calling attention to himself.

Remembering how much it took to take the last one down, it seemed unlikely.

He caught a glimpse of wavy mahogany hair in his peripheral, the creature bypassing his aisle completely. The female moved to fast for him to see her face.

He rushed to the end of the next aisle where he caught sight of it again putting a selection of chocolate bars in her basket. Her back was to him but considering what she was, he cared little of what she looked like. The only thing he was sure of was that she was the enemy, as he was hers.

"100 calories a bag. Score." She yelped and jumped a small circle with a smile on her face. Her hair bounced on her shoulders with the gesture. He didn't miss it this time. She had the face of an angel. A soft chin and piercing chocolate eyes. There was something almost familiar about her. She's beautiful.

He shook his head to clear the thought. Surely the same notion went through her preys head before she ripped their throats out.

What on earth was bloodsucking fiend counting calorie for?

As he pondered his own question, the strange girl danced around the next corner and out of sight. Instead of walking the length of the store he went the same direction as her. Coming down the spice aisle where he had first noticed her, he noticed as she bit back a laugh next to the flour and found himself desperately wanting in on the joke.

An impulse buy rack in front of him caught his eye. CUMIN. He reached out and snatched a package before hiding behind the rack as she passed.

A draft caught up her hair blowing that same sweet stench in his face. This time he also smelt a hint of strawberry. She seemed to be in her own little world as she walked through the store like a cute little space cadet.

I thought vamps had a great sense of smell. Should she not be attacking me by now?

He sprinted to the opposite end of the building to cut her off in the cereal section. Thinking that maybe he should call for back up, he quickly dismissed the idea. Jacob had a feeling that Sam, the alpha, wouldn't appreciate the trail his thoughts were taking around the girl.

There was no use worrying about it just then because he stopped short in front of her thinking she would see him... she didn't. He barely wavered as her soft body hit his. She, on the other hand, nearly fell over.

Aren't vampires supposed to be hard, cold, and...graceful?

She made a small 'oof' sound and he reached out to catch her before she hit the ground. Her red face tilted up talking in the sheer size of his body and she whispered a small thank you.

Under his fingers he could feel the heat of her skin and the steady pulse pushing the blood through her very much alive body. From his angle he could see the rise and fall of her chest.

"You smell..." he scrunched up his nose trying to think of something less offensive then what almost escaped his lips, "off." Her heartbeat quickened under his touch.

Not vampire. His heightened senses calmed themselves.

She looked back at him confused. He wasn't sure, though fairly certain that strange men weren't suppose to say things like that. But he was on a roll so he blundered on.

"And you're warm." He didn't let go of her arm but momentarily worried it might bruise from catching her. She snatched it away from him.

"Well aren't you observant." Her pleasant voice quipped. He could listen to her condescend him all-day if it meant he could listen to its musical sound. Her chin jutted out in protest and he couldn't help but smile at the mannerism.

She's feisty. He liked that in a woman.

Liked?

He did like her. Now that he knew what she wasn't, he felt no shame. The only thing he felt was grateful that she somehow managed to escape the clutches of the cold ones.

"...and hot yourself."

She thinks I'm... She was rubbing her arm he had just held. Oh right. His thoughts were dashed when he considered his 108 permafever and how it must of felt against her skin. "Well I do have that effect on the ladies." He flipped his long raven hair over his shoulder dramatically

"That's nice for you." She rolled her eyes and brushed past him.

No. He desperately wanted the brown eyed beauty to stay. What if she needed rescuing from the bloodsuckers she already managed to evade once?

"Wait!" He practically screamed, drawing the attention of the other patrons nearby. He took a few strides closer before she could disappear again. She spun around, startled.

"I'm Jacob. Jacob Black." Good job, genius. May as well call yourself '007'.

He suppressed a chuckle watching her juggle the overflowing basket to free the appropriate hand.

"Marie." Her eyes caught him off guard again. Marie? So doesn't suit her.

She left him in such a trance he didn't almost didn't notice her retreating away shyly. "Hope I bump into you again--Marie."

Laughing, she turned away fully and waved her fingers over her shoulder. His Dad came around the corner and rolled past her. He came to a stop a few feet short of Jacob while his dark skin visibly paled.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

The old man spun fast and called out a name, "Isabella."

The name triggering Jacob's happiest memory...

xXx

'Bella!! Bella!' I called after her running down the rocky beach. I found
a perfect black stone amongst the grey ones.

She spun around at the sound of my voice. She was a little taller than
me but never made me feel bad because I was younger than her like my
sister and most her friends. She was usually content to just walk up and
down the beach with me while her dad and mine fished.

'I found you something.' She smiled brightly at the news. 'Close your
eyes and hold out your hands.'

She did as I asked. Her eyelashes were so long they brushed the top
of her cheeks. She was unbelievably pretty,

'Jacob?' she asked her eyes still closed as she waited patiently.

I placed the black stone in her open palms. She opened her eyes and
looked at the unique stone.

'Aww...Jake.' She looked genuinely pleased. Her young, round face smiling
widely. 'I have something for you too, close your eyes.' She looked over
her shoulder to check the coast was clear.

'I said close your eyes. No peeking.'

A moment later I felt her warm lips on my cheek. I couldn't help the blush
that crept up my neck.

'Thank you,' she whispered in my ear.

xXx

"Bella," he whispered under his breath. "My Bella?"

The young woman had long since dashed away by the time he'd come around. From his father's wild gesturing, Jacob had no doubt that this girl was one in the same. He fingered the black stone around his neck as he took off breakneck speed out the automatic doors.

His breath rose from his mouth in the frosty January air as he looked back and forth frantically.

She was gone.

And that is that.... till' the sequel. Gotta finish some other stories first. :) I'll let you know when that happens. Leave me the love that is reviews.