Okay so here's the rest of chapter four (now chapter 5 haha) that I neglected to write this morning haha it's not much, but I plan on trying to make my chapter's longer.

Hope you like it :D

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-DaringReality


Jake's POV

The next time I woke up, I was convinced it was all a dream. I felt…fantastic. My head no longer hurt, my muscles (which seemed to be bigger…tougher) were no longer sore, I was no longer hot nor sweating, and the bones that I could swear I heard break were as strong and intact as ever.

The first thing I'd saw was creepy however, Sam and my father were both staring at me, smiles wide on their faces. Had they been expecting this? For me to turn into whatever the fuck that was? (I'm still not secure with my sanity to dwell on that thought too long). Was…was Sam one of them? Was Paul? Quil?

I had so many questions, so many things I needed to know, so I stood up (on two legs)…for the first time in what felt like a while. It was so easy, I had perfect balance, and my thigh muscles were so tight and hard it was like I'd gone through a years worth of weightlifting in one night.

"How long was I out?" I asked, staring at my father. I could see every miniscule wrinkle etched into his wise old face, the soft gray tint that was fading over his long black hair, smell the earthy scent and after shave that emanated off of him. I could hear his pulse, slightly quickening. Probably worried about me…or afraid I'll turn back into that…thing. Or maybe it was excitement? He is smiling at me awful weird.

"Well you was out for about…" dad started, rubbing his face with his hand, "an hour just then. But before that, after your party…It's Monday son." he said, and acknowledgement hit me like a train.

"Two days?!" I half screamed. I can't believe I was out for two whole days!

"Yea son, so…try and take it easy, don't get so worked up." He said, raising his hands to try and calm me.

"Yea Jake, this is all new to you," added Sam, who was standing next to my father. "Don't exert yourself, and you should probably go eat something, you was out for quite a while."

That sounded…great. I just then realized I was starving. Nothing new but this time I think my stomach was trying to eat itself. So I agreed and went to the kitchen, dad had some left over pizza out and they followed me, sitting down at the table watching me eat.

I wondered if they were ever going to stop being so fucking creepy, but I didn't really care at the moment, there was a whole pizza there with my name on it.

"So…" dad started, a bit nervous it seemed, or was it curiosity? "How do you feel son?"

I just stared at him for a moment, chewing the whole slice of pizza I'd just engulfed. "I...shfeel… shfantastic" I said, my words slurred by the food.

"That's great Jake." Stated Sam, obviously happy my pain was over. It's weird, I used to hate the guy but he seems to genuinely want to help. "Do you…uh…have anything you'd like to ask?"

"Yesh." I said before swallowing my food. I slammed my hands down on the table and looked at them dead in the eyes. "What…the…fuck…is going on?!" I asked, dad gave me an odd look, probably for my swearing but I just turned into a goddamn animal, I can cuss all the fuck I want to.

"Well son.." he started. Apparently he was having trouble with this…I wish he'd just be blunt. Tell me what the hell is going on. I mean damn, before I lose grasp with my sanity even more so. "It's…complicated, finish eating, shower, and we'll have a nice long talk."

I looked down at the half empty pizza box, It never stood a chance. I admitted, a shower sounded great, not to mention I had to piss like a Russian race horse. So I scarfed down the rest of the pizza and nearly ran to our small bathroom. They better have a damn good explanation for all this.


Seth's POV

"Hello, is Jake awake yet?" I asked into the phone.

"No Seth, Jake still isn't awake…" came the hesitant reply of Billy Black. "He's pretty sick, but I will tell him you called." He said before rudely hanging up. I couldn't really blame him however, I'd called like eight times today. I bet if he had Caller ID he wouldn't answer every time.

I couldn't help it though. I've been worrying myself sick. Ever since last night at Jake's party. He passed out on me after I gave him his gift.

On a brighter note he loved it, I could tell by his smile and the hug he gave me.

Shew that was a nice hug…it felt so right being in his arms, those huge biceps. I'd never feel more safe even if in the arms of Superman himself.

I laughed at my analogy, I loved comic books, ever since I was little. But…damn my ADD…I'm getting off track here. Jake…he passed out on me, but I could tell he wasn't feeling that great during his party. It must have finally hit him though, he had such a high fever, he'd been hot all week but not like that.

Everyone left the party after that though, me and mom offered to take Jake and his dad to the hospital, but he wouldn't allow that. He told us that he'd take care of Jake and not to worry, and if anything else happens he'll take him to the ER.

I was a bit suspicious but he was Jake's father. Something wasn't right though.

If he still won't let me speak to him tomorrow, I'm going to pay Billy a little surprise visit. Jake needs his homework from school anyway.

Monday's were evil, I didn't get much sleep last night. My mind wandering to Jacob every time I'd close my eyes. I'd even dreamt of him, but we won't go into details of said dream.

School was very boring, and lunch was…uncomfortable without Jake there. I tried asking the guys if they'd talked to Jake but they avoided the subject, everyone but Embry who was as clueless as me. Paul and Quill knew something. I was a little too afraid to press them for answers though, they were huge, no where near Jake's size but they could squash me with their pinky finger.

The rest of the day was just as boring as the morning. I'd got Jake's books out of his locker, and out of the goodness of my heart (and my ulterior motive to see Jake) I went to all his classes and got his assignments and wrote them down. That occupied what little time the school allowed us for a 'break'.

After school I rode home with Leah, she refused to take me to Jake's cause she knew Sam was there helping to take care of Jake (and she's in bitch mode). But that's okay, I didn't mind walking, so I slung my book bag over my shoulder, full of Jake's books and headed to the tiny red home he lived in.

I knocked on the front door and was greeted by Bill Black, if you can call it a greeting. "What are you doing here Seth?" he asked in a less than nice tone. I didn't expect him to be so rude. He looked worried, I'd take that as a sign Jake wasn't doing to well.

"Um sorry to bother you but I just thought I'd bring Jake's school work by." I said holding up the bag, " and I was just wondering how he was doing?" I said with a sheepish smile.

"That's very considerate of you Seth, I'll leave these in Jake's room for when he's feeling better." he said, a little nicer this time, apparently he didn't mean to sound so harsh. "And Jake's doing…better." he said a little hesitant.

"Oh well I'm glad to hear that," I said, stepping forward some, "do you mind if I go see him?"

Billy's eyes got a little wide at my question and he seemed to fumble for an excuse, "Seth, the doctor said for Jake to not have any visitors. He's very contagious and wouldn't want you to catch what he's got."

"Oh okay, well can you have him call me when he's feeling better?" I asked, "I've been worried about him." I didn't fully buy the doctor thing, Billy was hell-bent on not taking him. I have a feeling he just wants me to shut up.

"Sure sure." Billy said before rolling back inside and shutting the door.

I walked home by the beach again. It started to sprinkle, but I didn't care. I still walked on slowly, loss in thoughts about Jacob.

I really cared for him, and he seemed to care for me too. But we're on two completely different levels here. I want to be with him the way he wants to be with Bella. I honestly need to let that go, she didn't seem to interested in him at the party, so I doubt anything will happen. Poor Jake, I hope he doesn't feel to unwanted, if only he knew how I felt about him.

I need to tell him, or this will eat me up inside. But with the thought of telling him comes this paralyzing fear that he'll hate me. I mean…if you just take one look at him you'd see he's clearly not gay. He's never insinuated to even being bi-curious.

I could always throw myself at him, or maybe…get him drunk. Maybe then he'd give me a chance.

Haha…no. If he ever chose me I'd want him to do it sober.

I kicked a piece of driftwood out of my way, sloshing through the damp sand. It was getting cold, and I personally didn't like the cold. Maybe if it was snowing, I loved the snow, snow is fun…damn ADD.

I quickened my pace, trying to get home quicker, when I felt as if I was being watched. It was so dead silent out except for the gentle rush of the ocean's waves. I didn't think there was a soul there, maybe I'm just being paranoid.

I walked a bit further, and then heard something…sounded like someone running through the forest that was so close to the beach. I turned, and saw nothing. It was probably just an animal. God I'm paranoid.

I turned away from the beach to the dirt path that leads deeper into the res and toward my home. Unfortunately it leads through a thick patch of the forest also, near where I heard that noise.

I continued on some, and heard it again. It was closer this time…

Was I being followed?

I heard it again, and I turned around fast, my shoulder length hair hitting me in the face. I saw a flash of brown and black. It looked like two huge…wolves? They were gone in an instant, moving so fast, disappearing in the trees. I stood for a moment, frozen in fear when I heard a howl deep in the forest.

I ran. My feet getting the message to move, I ran so fast, the rain coming down harder now, the dirt path turning to mud.

The rain began to pool into mud puddles, hindering my path, and I fell…face first into the wet earth.

I looked up, and there was a man standing before me. Pale as a ghost, with the red eyes only a demon could have. He stood perfectly still, the rain matting down his long blonde hair. He looked rough, without a shirt on his muscled body, dirty from apparently running through the wilderness.

He looked at me…a sinister smile formed on his perfect face. It was the smile of a killer, one who had finally found a prey.

I shook, terror running down my spine, and my vision blurred. I don't know if I was crying or the mud or rain had gotten into my eyes but I was scared, scared for my life, this beautifully evil looking man standing in front of me…a face like that of the angel of death. If it weren't for his battered appearance and shabby clothes, I would believe I was in the presence of said angel.

Then I heard another howl, and the man turned, a look of what appeared to be humor graced his perfect face, as if he was playing a game that he was about to win. I looked around and saw the same black and brown blurs enter my line of site. They were in front of me…growling at the wild looking man. They wre huge, I'd never seen a wolf so large. Why were they ignoring me? The helpless one, the easier target. Instead their attention was solely on that man whose smile only widened and he turned to run.

Were these wolves…were they protecting me?

They shot off after the blonde haired man, leaving me alone in the pouring rain.

It took me a few minutes to compose myself once more, the shock wearing off but the fear never ebbing. I ran once more, hitting each mud hole, not bothering to try and avoid them.

I had to get the hell out of there, I had to get home.

As I ran, the greenery around me started to fade and I came upon the other side of the reservation. I heard more howls as I assumed the wolves were still chasing the wild man. This only caused me to run faster, my home directly in front of me.

When I got inside, no one was there. I went straight to the bathroom and I vomited. I was so scared my stomach hurt and I emptied it's contents into the toilet.

I could feel the heart burn already start as I threw up today's lunch and the stomach acid that was digesting it. I then laid in the floor, curled up into a ball…and I cried. I sobbed and choked and wished that someone was here to comfort me. Anyone, mom, dad, Leah…Jacob…Oh how I wished Jake was here, to wrap me in his strong arms and tell me he won't let anything hurt me. To feel that I'm safe and him to allow me to cry into his chest.

After the fear started to ebb, but never disappear, I started me a shower. The cold of the mud and rain soaked into my clothes finally setting in as the initial numbing from the fear subsided. I stripped down and got into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the mud. I tried to relax, but my muscles tensed again and I let out another sob as I heard the wolves howl in the forest once more.