A/N: This is my last chapter written, and it is completed. I really hoped you enjoyed these, and perhaps someday I'll get up the nerve to finish the ones that I still hold so close to my heart. Thanks to all my past reviewers for your support, and I hope some these help with the wait I've been putting you through. I promise to respond to any of those who wish to review. Thanks and Ja!

Disclaimer: I own those characters you do not recognize, and the others, I must say, belong to the talented Stephenie.

Category: Books: Twilight

Genre: Romance/Drama/Action/Adventure/Suspense

Summary: The war is raging, the blood being spilled. Lines must be drawn. Which side are you on?

Midnight
by: Dark Huntress
Chapter Eight: Phone Calls

Sitting on the couch, I yawned, bored out of my mind. Dinner had finished a few minutes ago, and I had been ordered into the living room to watch some entertaining television. There was only one problem with this plan, it was lacking the interesting part. Daytime soaps and talk shows were very dull, why couldn't they spice up some of this with some A Shot at Love or maybe some Supernatural? I mean, really, was it too much to ask?

Apparently.

Leaning back, I blew my hair out of my face, thoroughly annoyed with the whole thing. I had surfed through all the channels and come with nothing. Yep, zip, nada, nothing.

"Would you like anything else, Lyn?" Billy asked, and I shook my head, I was as full as I had ever been, and they still wanted to feed me more, I knew I was too thin! "Alright then, I'm going to take a nap, these old bones need their rest."

As he wheeled away, Jacob entered the room drying his hands on a towel, when done he threw it back in the kitchen. I smiled, unsure of what to do. I felt so awkward around him, he was so intimidating in so many different ways.

Turning to the T.V. set, I tried to ignore the guy sitting in the recliner only a few feet away, the butterflies flying in my stomach a mystery. I had been alright around him earlier, why was now different? Was it because we were alone now? And, plus the fact, he was extremely handsome and I may have had the faintest of crush on him? Wait, did I have a crush on him?

Turning slightly, so that my hair fell to cover my eyes, I stared at him, taking in his chiseled features, his strong nose, and hard set jaw. His skin was deep, his hair the darkest I had ever seen, and his eyes were so empty, like he was hiding away from it all. He provided a mystery, even more so than the species that he was. So yeah, it was safe to say I may have formed a crush.

Great.

Squeaking, I turned away, realizing too late that he was staring at me, probably more than aware of my earlier inspection.

"Should we begin?" he asked, turning to look at him, I raised on of my brows, frowning at his question, what was he talking about?

"Eh?" I asked, after I had said it I scrunched up my nose, my rich vocabulary had just flown out the window.

"We agreed that you would learn about us, right?" he said, making it sound like he was talking to a small child, I scowled.

"Yeah," I said, thoroughly upset with his tone, so what if I forgot for like a millisecond, I mean, he didn't just randomly throw that one out there.

Rolling his eyes he stood and turned off the television, fully taking away my little distraction, darn him. After which he placed himself in the middle of the floor, which he took up almost all of, and looked at me expectantly. I frowned, before sighing and followed his lead, my back resting against the couch.

"Alright," he said, leaning himself back against a rocking chair and looking at me, I raised a brow, what did he expect of me?

"Um, anytime," I prompted, he was the one teaching me, not the other way around.

"I'm just sizing you up," he stated, looking me up and down without any expression, it was kind of unnerving.

"Like to eat?" I asked, and he cracked a smirk at that one, shaking his head from side to side before leaning forward once more.

"No, I already ate lunch, but maybe for supper," he said in a very serious tone, and I snickered at his comment. "No, I just, this is asking a lot from us."

"I know," I said, I knew this was hard, especially since the others were not happy at all about me knowing about their secret.

"I know you think you do, Lyn, but, losing someone from our pack is ten times worse than anything you can imagine," he stated. "We can not forgive, and we won't forget. Its betrayal, only it like turning from your family, to never be welcomed back."

He seemed frustrated, his forehead had creased and his eyes narrowed, his lips pressed hard together. His fists were clenched together, a small growl forming in his throat. I wasn't sure what to do, not entirely sure why he had grown angry all of a sudden, talk about mood swings.

"I can't describe it right," he said finally, his body relaxing and looking at me, "but its as close as I can get. Its serious Lyn, you have to realize that."

"I do," I said for what had to be the billionth time, maybe I didn't get just how deep this went, but I knew I wasn't just playing around.

He stared at me long and hard, my eyes losing the battle quickly, there was no way I could match his intensity, maybe it came with the wolf thing. Finally he nodded his head and settled back against the chair heavily, as if readying himself for a long struggle.

"We made the mistake with Bella, which I'm sure you've got the gist of, but not only did she leave us, she left us for our enemy," he said, and I could tell this bothered him, a hurt was burning in his eyes.

"Wait, vampires are your enemies? I thought that would be just myth," I said, and a scowl firmly placed itself on his face.

"I never said she was a vampire, how did you know that?" he asked, and I felt a sweat drop roll down my forehead, I had forgotten I hadn't told him.

"I may have met the Cullens already," I whispered, and I instantly regretted, his form was shaking as he jumped to his feet and paced in front of me.

"Great, now you'll leave and they'll turn you into a bloodsucking leech," he sneered, and I gasped, the fury in his body was overflowing, his old body convulsing.

"What's going on?" Billy called out, he wheeled into the front room and immediately I saw him still, he was fearful, his eyes were wide and his mouth grim. "Jake, calm down."

Billy's reasoning fell on deaf ears, his son was too far gone. I wasn't sure what to do, but if Jacob was dangerous, I was sure that having a crippled man in the house probably wasn't the best of ideas. And if they were capable of the things I suspected they were, Jacob would nearly kill himself if he ever harmed Billy. Me however, if something happened to me, I'd just be an accident, he'd feel bad, but it wouldn't matter forever. I had to get Billy out, I couldn't cause them anymore pain.

"Billy leave," I ordered, pointing to the door, he hesitated, looking at me, but quickly did as told as a snarl ripped itself out of Jacob.

As soon as he left I was in front of Jacob, holding his shoulders, shaking him, trying to get through to him.

"Jacob, calm down, I'm here aren't I? I'm not going anywhere, who says I'd go with them?" I tried to reason, unsure if I was getting through. "I was your guys' friend first, do you think my loyalty would leave so soon? I'm not that shallow."

He still shook, but his snarls had lessened, maybe I was going to get out of this unhurt.

"Tell me," his voice was hardly recognizable, so deep and animalistic that I had a hard time understanding what he wanted me to do.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went out walking, I caught Bella doing her vampire thing and since I saw she had to take me back to their house. I promised not to tell and they let me go. Seriously, it was nothing," I tried to reason, and slowly, through reassurances, he calmed once again.

After a few minutes of silence I backed up, sitting myself on the couch, watching as he collapsed in the recliner. I was worried, did that hurt them any? Was I supposed to do something now to help him that I didn't know about? He seemed exhausted, should I leave and let him rest?

"Tell me exactly what happened," he stated, his voice had returned to normal, though slightly more tense, but still, his human voice.

"I will, if you promise not to freak again," I said, and he nodded his consent so I went on, telling him the full story of Mike and everything. By the end of it he had started growling again, but held true to his word, he did not shake.

"That was foolish," he said harshly, I glared, I had just told him all that and he was reprimanding me for something that happened long time ago.

"Well I'm sorry, but I couldn't help that Mike showed me that or that I was kidnapped, I will admit that walking off in the middle of the night was dumb, but still, it was my...," I shut up at his glare, he was really touchy.

"No, though that was too, you should have left with dad," he said, standing and walking to the window. "I could have killed you Lyn, I'm unpredictable and dangerous when I'm like that."

"I figured as much, but I knew someone had to calm you down, and if something happened to Billy you'd never forgive yourself. Me, not so much, I mean I knew you'd feel bad, but you've known me for what, like a few months, I'm not irreplaceable," I said, fully content in my logic, the look he gave me didn't scream his agreement.

He paced back and forth a few more times before sitting in the chair opposite of me, looking at his hands that were twisting together. He looked like he was preparing himself for something.

"Just, don't do that again," he warned, and I nodded my head, crossing my fingers in my head, I figured he catch the movement if I really did. "So, is this lesson going to start or what?"

"Alright, I guess it started with Sam, he was the first to change...," I listened intently, the hours slipping bye as he told me everything. He didn't hold anything back, telling me of his relationship with Bella, of the accident with Emily, of the bloodsuckers that they so despised, and of course, of the much more prominent fear, the Volturi.

"I don't understand why they're so interested in Forks," I said with frustration, why would they care about a small town like this?

"Because there's too many supernatural beings in this area, its too obvious. And the fact there are set on getting rid of all wolves by all means possible," he explained.

"But wouldn't that draw too much attention, destroying the people of Forks, or even those of the reservation?" I asked, I mean, the place may have been small, but that many deaths was still very noticeable.

"That's the annoying part, I don't know what they're thinking. But who knows, they're all crazy those stupid leeches," he growled, and I sighed, rolling my eyes but remained silent about that topic.

"But don't you think the Cullens could be helpful?" I suggested, he didn't seem to like that at all. "Listen to me, some of them have gifts, abilities that could be very beneficial."

"Its crossed my mind, but I do not plan to associate with them unless absolutely necessary," he said, and I gave up, saving the argument for a later time.

"Ok, so more on the Emily part, you're saying she hadn't always been a wolf," I said, hoping to sidetrack him of the treacherous topic.

"No, we've learned recently that our saliva mixed with their blood will turn them. Its not something we recommend, I mean, we don't wish this fate on anyone," he stated, and I nodded my head, understanding.

"So, did Sam purposefully turn her?" I asked, if they didn't want to turn people, why had they done it to Emily?

"Uh, no," he said, and by the way he was acting, I decided I didn't want to know how exactly Emily's transformation had occurred.

Sighing, I leaned back in the couch cushions, mulling over the new information. Jacob seemed to think that was enough for the afternoon, and I had to agree. I would have enough to mull over tonight when I got back to the house, most likely I would not be getting much sleep tonight.

Jumping at the sound of a shrill ring, I was brought out of my musings as Jacob's gruff voice, whoever was on the other end of that call, was not making the wolf happy. His prominent brows were scrunched down, his lip curled up in an almost snarl. His eyes were shining, brought to life by some great anger, and his fist was clenched. I also feared for the life of that phone.

Jacob slammed the phone down, and quickly walked towards the coat rack, throwing on a raincoat that I was sure would be ruined once he got to his destination. Pulling his hair out from underneath the collar, I waited silently for him to say something. I didn't have to wait long.

"Stay inside, lock the door behind me," he ordered, already turning to slip his heavy rain boots on.

"What's going on?" I asked, unsure of whether or not I truly wanted to know.

"Sam's mad that I haven't showed up yet," he sighed and nodded his head as he walked quickly out into the pouring rain.

Following his instructions, I slid the lock into place, I didn't want any werewolf visitors with Jacob here. I was sure if any of the others were to find me here, they would be very upset, and that was an understatement.

Flopping back down on the couch, I laid down knowing that even if the pack came sniffing around, that the blinds were pulled and they could not see in. I was safe for now. The rain would have washed my scent way from the outside, and so they wouldn't smell me in here either. Hopefully.

Flipping through the channels, I quickly became bored once again, not having anything there to distract myself from the persistent urge to run a marathon. Looking towards the window, I narrowed my eyes, feeling anxious all of a sudden. It was like that feeling of being watched, only intensified. My muscles were tense, and any moment I was sure I would be jumped upon.

Sitting up, I got to my feet, deciding to uncoil my bound up nerves. There was no one here, the jumpiness was just because of the information I had gotten from Jacob. There was no reason for me to be scared. And then I thought of Jerry. Gulping, I raced into the back part of the house, hoping to escape my own thoughts.

Opening the first door, I peered into an orderly bedroom, one that was definitely without a feminine touch, but not totally messy. There was an old quilt on the bed, filled with tatters and holes. It resembled the old quilt I had had once upon a time that my grandmother had made me. Unfortunately I had lost it after moving.

A blinded window was on the opposite wall from me, a closet just beside the door. The carpet was the same cream from the living room, but looked infinitely darker because of the lack of light. Flipping the switch, I had to blink to adjust my eyes to sudden difference. Dust drifted in the air and circled around the bulbs of the ceiling fan, which had several shades gone.

Upon the side dresser sat a picture of what looked to be a younger Billy, minus the wheelchair, and a beautiful woman. The same woman I had seen in the earlier picture, obviously this was their marriage photo. They looked beautiful, I envied them slightly, they had been so happy. And yet, I also pitied both Jacob and Billy, I knew it must have been hard for both them to lose someone so close to their hearts.

Turning the light off, I shut the door gently behind me, not wanting to disturb the room anymore. I walked further down the hallway, until I came to another closed door. Opening it I quickly decided this was Jacob's room, it was much less taken care of. The covers were not made, but strewn about, like he had just woken up. It wasn't terribly messy like most guy's rooms that were my age, but not in order like Billy's.

Turning on his light, I stepped inside, looking around the small space. It was much smaller than my own room, but not as regal either. It was lived in, it was strange and different, but I liked it.

A large dresser sat against the wall to my left, some of the drawers open, but thankfully not articles of clothes sticking out. The bed was large for the room, but I supposed with Jacob as big as he was, it was needed. A small desk sat to the right wall, masses of paper strewn all over as an ancient computer sat in the midst of all. To the right of me was the closet, a few posters of things I didn't understand on the wood paneled doors.

The carpet was a blue, the only room I had saw that had a different carpet than what the living room had. I liked it infinitely better, it felt much softer to my bare feet. A small leather dream catcher hung above the headboard of his bed, the intricate bead work mesmerizing. It was beautiful.

There were no windows in this room, it solely relied on the ceiling fan up above. Smiling, I walked out of the room after turning off the lights. Sighing at noticing that I was at the end of the hall, I walked back to the living room, disappointed that I had only successfully wasted fifteen minutes. Talk about a bummer.

Placing myself on the couch, I had just settled into a movie when the phone rang. Looking at the innocent device, I tried to decided whether to answer it or not. Most likely it was not for me, but they didn't have any answering machine that I could see, so it would be so bad if I took a message for them? Decision made I jumped and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I said, scrunching up my nose when there was no answer, perhaps it was one of those telemarketer calls, and someone else had picked up before me.

"Lyn?" a female voice carried over the receiver, and I scrunched up my nose in thought, who did I know with that voice?

"Bella!" I squeaked, finally putting together that it was my vampire friend on the other end of the phone.

"Lyn, what are you doing there?" she asked, it was merely a question, yet I was extremely curious why she would be calling here.

"I was here with Jacob, something happened so I didn't go to school today," I explained, unsure of how much I was allowed to tell her.

"Wait, what do you mean was?" she questioned, a panicked quality had taken to her voice, and I raised a brow, knowing she couldn't see it.

"Well, he had to step out," I answered, wondering why she seemed so worried about him not being here anymore.

"I'll be right over," and the line went dead, staring at the phone I put it back on the base, and waited. Why was she coming over here? She was their enemy, Jacob had said so, so why would she walk right into someplace so dangerous for it?

Jumping at the sound of a knock, I went to the door and looked out the peephole. It was Bella, as beautiful as ever, waiting on the other side. Undoing the lock, I opened the door and let her inside, nervous with the whole situation.

"Are you okay?" she quickly asked, and I nodded my head, watching as she quickly ran about the house at her breakneck speed. "Good, its locked."

"Bella what's going on?" I asked, watching as she moved me out of the way to lock the front door with a quickly flick of her wrist.

"I can't believe he would leave you here by yourself, is he insane?" she grumbled, pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room.

"Bella, what are you talking about?" I urged, grabbing her icy arms and trying to gain her attention, I was glad she stopped, I didn't want to be yanked around like a rag doll.

"The Volturi, they just notified Carlisle that they had visitors in the area, and we must leave them alone. I knew by they way they said they were searching Forks, that they were looking for you," she worried, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Why would they be looking for me? Did they tell you they were?" I asked, looking at the walls separating us from the outside world, suddenly wishing they were made of stone.

"No, but they're looking for a human who knows about us," she said, yanking free from my hold and sitting down on the recliner Jacob had been in earlier. "I never realized how much wolves stank before."

"And I'm the only one?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't, ignoring her werewolf comment, I knew she didn't dislike them any.

"Well, yeah, since I'm no longer of the human persuasion," she said, and wrung her hands together anxiously. "Wait, oh my gosh, don't tell them I told you!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, completely confused on why she seemed to be waving her hands around in midair.

"I told you their secret," she whispered, her eyes comically wide and mouth open in a silent gasp.

"Don't worry, they've already let me know," I said, sighing, and leaping into the recliner, snuggling back, hopefully she would leave before Jacob came back. I could only imagine what it would be like if that were to happen.

"Oh," she simply said, before her body froze and her whole form became taut with adrenaline. Without a word she was gone, and I was left staring at a couch cushion.

Turning, I watched in slow motion as the front door opened revealing an irate Jacob, who looked once more on the verge of transforming. This could not be good for his heart.

Despite his rage, he seemed to reign in his shaking, and completely under control, which was really weird.

"I know you're here," he nearly whispered, so quietly that I hardly heard it, but Bella obviously had no trouble whatsoever.

The vampiress stepped hesitantly around the corner, looking at Jacob, as if waiting for a sign to bolt once more. It was strange, to see someone as strong as her, reacting in such a fearful manner.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, he moved so I had to lean to the side to Bella, as if protecting me. I smiled despite the grave situation, the stupid crush rising to my brain.

"I tried calling you, to tell you about the Volturi, but then Lyn picked up, and she said you weren't here. Jake," at that she was cut off by a vicious snarl.

"Jacob, you are no longer my friend, leech," he said, and I touched his back, the muscles only tensing further, and I moved my hand away.

"Ok, that's fine, but you are friends with Lyn, and the Volturi are after her," she said, pointing to my slightly hidden frame. "She's knows about us, and they know, you have to stay with her, Jacob."

"Great, so you've put someone else in danger now," he snapped, his body still unmoving.

"Jacob, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm leaving, ok," she said gently, and with slow movements, walked out the door.

Jacob waited a few more moments before his shoulders dropped and he sank into the chair, his head in his hands like he was totally defeated.

"Jacob, I'm sorry I let her in," I apologized, hoping that he would say something, he was kind of scaring me.

"Its fine, the information was important," he said, his voice was tired, and when he looked at me finally, I felt a whole new fear envelop me.

"Jacob, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm going against my alpha, Lyn, its hard on me," he explained, and I nodded my head. "And, now, I don't know what to do about you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, unsure of how that statement was supposed to be taken.

"You need protection," he stated simply, and I hit myself mentally, duh, was I that unconcerned with my own welfare?

"Oh," I said simply, that was going to be a problem, where I could I go that I'd be safe from those homicidal vampires.

"How much does your family like you being at home?" he asked, and I raised my eyebrows, frowning slightly.

"Not much really, the whole Mallory family doesn't really like me," I said, not at all hurt by the fact that half of my family hated my guts.

"Good, then its decided, you'll stay here," and with that he walked out of the room and I sat there, staring at where he had been standing. Wait, what?