All characters except for Annabelle Causley and a few others belong to Stephenie Meyer…and, of course, the writer is not receiving any profit for this story whatsoever.

This is an AU out of Stephenie Meyers' Twilight series. This story starts after Eclipse, two weeks before Edward and Bella's wedding.

AN: Thanks for the reviews! I enjoy the constructive criticism offered. Just to clarify, I know that, according to Stephenie Meyer's books (I've read all four multiple times) it is not possible for a werewolf to imprint on a vampire (although he does imprint on half a vampire) for the sake of my AU story, the imprinting is important and it is possible for Annabelle and Jacob.

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Chapter Thirty-Two

The crashing California waves pounded a steady rhythm against the seashore, a rhythm that was all too familiar to Annabelle as Jacob moved into her, his face buried in her hair, his arms holding her close as they moved together as one.

Annabelle buried her face into his neck, her closed lips resting over the small erratic beating of his pulse. Sliding her tongue over it, she couldn't help but feel slightly frightened as she realized she no longer felt overwhelmed by the scent of his blood.

Annabelle closed her eyes as she felt the center of her being shift to encompass the live man in her arms. She couldn't suppress the intense pain as she realized she had once again anchored herself to someone that could easily leave her flapping in the wind without a sense of self.


Jacob kept his eyes on the full moon, hands behind his head, enjoying the breeze that wafted Annabelle's scent towards his face. Moving his head to the side, he rubbed his chin over the top of her head, taking pleasure in the silkiness of her hair. Lowering his arm from behind his head, he wrapped it around her shoulders before sliding his hand into her hair, gripping it softly to pull her head back so he could look into her face.

"Tell me something about yourself," Jacob stared into her golden eyes, unable to keep himself from being interested, wishing he had the will power to at least keep himself from asking.

"What do you want to know," Annabelle placed her hand over his beating heart as she positioned her head on his shoulder.

"What color were your eyes when you were human," Jacob slid his free hand across her jaw before running his fingers through her thick hair.

"They were blue," Annabelle kept her eyes on his, trying to figure out why he was displaying sudden interest in something other than her body.

"What kind of blue," Jacob's fingers kept moving through her hair, causing a tremor to run down her spine, "The blue of a morning sky or the blue of the sky after it rains?"

"Have you ever seen a sapphire stone," Annabelle lifted herself up, holding herself up on her elbow to look down at his face. Jacob's hand slid from the back of her head down her back to rest at her waist, his other hand still playing with her hair.

"Yes," Jacob closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation of her hair between his fingers, "What else did you have as a human that you don't have now?"

"Uh," Annabelle bit her bottom lip, trying to recall what she looked like a hundred years ago, "I had freckles…over my nose and across my cheekbones."

"Here?" Jacob ran his thumb over her cheekbone before lifting his head to kiss the bridge of her nose, "And here?"

"Yes," Annabelle swallowed hard as she felt her chest constrict, wondering why Jacob was doing this, "I, uh, also had them over my shoulders and across my chest."

Jacob smiled as he looked down at her chest, running his fingers across it from shoulder to shoulder "Freckles, uh? How many of them?"

"Not many…just enough to keep me from wearing any low cut dresses."

"You didn't like them?" Jacob arched an eyebrow in surprise, his hand returning to play with her hair.

"No," Annabelle grimaced as she suddenly remembered the agony of having freckles, "I didn't think they were attractive."

"Are you kidding me," Jacob chuckled as he lifted his head to slide his tongue across her shoulder, "They would tempt a guy to play connect the dots with them."

Annabelle couldn't help laughing at his comment as she dipped her head to bury it into the crook of his shoulder.

"What else," Jacob slid his hand under her chin, lifting her face to keep eye contact with her.

"Uhm," Annabelle dropped her head to touch her forehead to his, "Whenever I laughed hard, I would snort."

Jacob's mouth spread into a wide grin that took Annabelle's breath away, "You snorted when you laughed? Classic."

"Yeah," Annabelle pressed her lips against the corner of his eye before lifting her head to look into his dark eyes, "I was also clumsy whenever I was in a hurry. I remember running down the stairs because we were late for church and I tripped on the hem of my dress halfway down…ended up breaking my arm."

Jacob chuckled as he ran his hand up and down her left arm, "This arm?"

Annabelle nodded her head as she felt the intense pleasure of his touch, "I was also left-handed. And I couldn't sing worth a plugged nickel."

"But you write music," Jacob's brows lowered in confusion as he moved his hand up her arm, wrapping his long fingers around her slender throat.

"Yes. I played violin…still do. I can sing now but back then, I pretended to sing because whenever I did sing, every one around me would cringe. Mother finally got me into violin and piano, which helped me express myself musically with something other than my voice."

Jacob hummed low in his throat as he gently squeezed her throat before gripping the back of her neck to bring her head down so he could run his tongue over her bottom lip, "Tell me more."

Annabelle closed her eyes as he slid his tongue into the corner of her mouth, "I don't know what else to tell you."

"Tell me about your ex-fiancé," Jacob pulled her head back by her hair, his face suddenly dark and grim, "Edward."


"What?"

Annabelle pulled away from him, sitting up to pull her legs into her chest, wishing she could shove her fist through something. She closed her eyes as Jacob moved beside her, pushing her hair away from her back over her shoulder to move his mouth over her shoulder and down her back.

"So are you going to tell me about Edward," his hot breath moved across the back of her neck causing her to shiver in pleasure.

Closing her eyes, Annabelle rested her forehead against her forearms, "Sure…but only if you promise me something."

Jacob nibbled on her exposed earlobe, his fingers moving up and down her spine, "Sure, sure."

"When the time comes, I'll have a favor to ask of you," Annabelle turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, "Promise me you'll do it."

Jacob cocked an eyebrow, not sure of the wisdom of agreeing to such an open ended request. He looked deep into her eyes and knew that he would agree to anything she asked, as long as she told him what he needed to know about Edward, "Alright. I'll do it."

Annabelle let out a breath as she turned to look at the moonbeams bouncing off the surface of the ocean, the crashing waves rolling over the seashore.

"Edward and I grew up together. We were fifteen when we realized that we had feelings for each other. We started dating…exclusively. The year I turned sixteen we started talking about marriage. Before I left for Italy with my parents, Edward asked me to marry him as soon as we turned nineteen. I agreed. He promised that he would talk to my father once we got back from Italy. Since we never returned, it never happened."

Jacob wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap, "Does it still bother you that it didn't happen?"

"It still bothers me why it didn't happen," Annabelle melted into his arms, tucking her head under his chin, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"After a hundred years, you still have a hard time about being a vampire," Jacob murmured into her hair, his arms tightening around her as he pulled her closer.

"It wasn't my choice," Annabelle slid her hand over his chest and up his arm to grip his shoulder; "It wasn't even a last resort like it was with most of the Cullens."

Jacob tipped her head back and covered her lips with his, moving his hand to cover her throat, the tip of his fingers brushing over raised crescent shaped markings. Tilting her head back so he could see her throat better, he moved his fingers over the markings.

"Is this where you got bit?"

She nodded, closing her eyes at the sensation of his fingers running over those small markings, which were more sensitive than the rest of her skin. She gasped in surprise when Jacob bit down on her throat, his teeth over the markings causing intense pleasure to shoot through her body. A moan escaped her throat as he slid his tongue over the markings before laying her on the sandy beach, moving his body to cover hers.

Annabelle wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes as she allowed herself to embrace him emotionally, giving herself permission to take ownership of the depth of her new found feelings for Jacob Black.


Jacob knew he had screwed up. He should have kept himself from asking her those stupid questions, from allowing himself to know her in a different way from a purely physical one.

Gripping the wheel tighter, he kept himself from looking over at Annabelle just to watch the passing lights move over her face. Breathing deeply, he foolishly allowed himself to picture Annabelle, replacing the butterscotch eyes with deep sapphire blue. A small smile appeared on his mouth as he pictured the freckles over her nose and across her cheekbones, a rosy hue over her skin.

Shaking his head, he took another deep breath, trying to keep himself from thinking of her but finding it impossible, especially when all he could smell was that luscious raspberries scent.

"Did you smell like raspberries when you were human?"

"What," Annabelle turned to stare at him, her eyebrows arching in surprise at his question.

"Did you smell like raspberries when you were human," Jacob turned to look into her eyes, enjoying the way the passing lights highlighted her facial features. She truly was a beautiful girl…well, vampire.

"Uh…no. I used vanilla scented bath products back then," Annabelle's eyes moved over Jacob's face, knowing full well that if she had a heartbeat, it would be beating erratically, "My mother always smelled like vanilla and I loved it. Once I was old enough I asked her for my own set."

Jacob nodded his head as they crossed the California/Washington border, wanting to cause himself damage for not being strong enough to keep his mouth shut.

"Is that what I smell like to you? Raspberries?"

"Yeah," Jacob muttered darkly, frowning at the road as he sped towards Forks, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What do I smell like to you," Jacob glanced over at Annabelle before turning his gaze back on the road.

Annabelle breathed in deeply, closing her eyes to analyze the scent, "You make me think of…rich dark chocolate."

Jacob chuckled as he spotted the sign for Forks several miles up ahead, "Rich dark chocolate? Go figure."

Annabelle laughed as she brushed sand off the inside of her jean legs, "I was seriously addicted to chocolate when I was a human. Every time Father returned from a business trip, he would bring me chocolate. My favorite was always dark chocolate."

"Uh," Jacob did his best to keep his heartbeat from speeding up, knowing she could hear it. He couldn't deny it anymore…she intrigued him, excited him in more ways than just the physical. He wanted to be with her all the time, to listen to her talk, to watch her face as she shared her thoughts and memories, to make her laugh…damn it to hell! Jacob actually cared about her…he was dangerously close to falling in love with her.

Glowering into the dark, he tried to picture Bella but every time he envisioned her chocolate brown eyes and brown hair, memories of Annabelle would intrude. Pressing down on the accelerator a little more, he knew that what he needed was to get away from her, to get some fresh air and hopefully think things through…get a new perspective concerning the bloodsucker sitting next to him.