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Chapter 5: Answers.

Jacob jumped out of bed quickly, pulling me withhim in a quick and subtle moment. Then realizing I was still in his arms, stepped swiftly away from me, keeping a hand on my back making sure I wouldn't fall.

I finally looked up. My dad was closest us, and at that moment he reminded me of the vampires you saw in movies and read about in books- nothing like the real things (vegetarian ones anyways). My mom followed closely behind, a shocked look on her face, though she probably had no idea what was going on - the same feelings that I felt.

My dad was eyeing the one hand Jacob had on my back. "Remove. Your. Hand." He said each word very distinct; clear.

Jacob didn't move. He seemed to be having a mental war with my dad. Speaking as so no one could hear them. What were they saying? What did my Dad think we were doing, anyways?

I mad eye contact with my mother, looking deep into her honey eyes. I saw understanding sympathy. She's been here before-in my shoes- I could tell. My Dad was overprotective, ignorant, and hard headed. But I understood why and loved him.

Why was he so apposed to Jacob and myself being friends, because that's all we were.

The mental war broke. Jacob looked down at me, and My father down at my mother. My mom seemed to be taking to my dad through her shield.

I touched my hand to Jacob's face, and let the feelings of question rush through my head, sending them directly to Jacob.

He gave me a silencing look as if this wasn't the right time to voice my concerns. I looked toward my Dad, he was focusing on my Mom but I focused all my energy on asking him to leave.

Did I just ask my dad to leave? I don't why I wanted him to leave I just did. He was making Jacob . . .not himself.

My Dad slowly turned his head so head so that it was facing me. Shock found deep in his eyes. And then he surprised me - he turned and left putting up a cold mask or serenity. My mother hesitated at the door, by decided to leave upon My dad whispering her name, closing the door behind her.

I slowly turned to face Jacob. He was still staring at the closed door, after my Mom and Dad. They were still there I hadn't heard them descend down the three flights of stairs.

I waited. Slowly but surely I started to hear there feet plunge the stairs. I heard the front door open and close and I knew they had gone.

Jacob turned to face my questions. I put touched my hand to his cheek and let all the questions I had stored up rush through my mind- Why doesn't my Dad like you? What did they think we were doing? What had Claire meant last night by the fire? Why was my mom so shocked to se me in here with you? Why, Jacob why?

Jacob seemed to be taking this all in. Momentarily he recovered himself, leaving a pained expression on his face.

" Nessie," he gasped. " I want to tell you everything I know, I need to tell you but I can't."

"Why not?" I whispered looking deep into his black eyes, searching for answers.

"I made a promise to your parents, Renesmee."

"Jacob." I spoke in vain" Please, please. I need answers."

Jacob seemed to being deliberating something - fighting within himself. There was definitely something he was keeping from me. Something my Dad was keeping from me. Something my mom seemed to know. Something everyone knew but me.

Jacob was looking down at his hands, toying with something invisible. I stroked his cheek, trying my best to persuade him.

Jacob seemed to have ended the war within himself. He looked p at me, determination deep in his eyes.

"Renesmee." He took a deep breathe, seeming- oddly- nervous ; anxious. "We wolves we have something about us, something special."

"Jacob I know everything about you ; about werewolves." I smiled a sheepish smile. What was he getting at?

"Not this. Not about . . . Imprinting."

"Imprinting?" I questioned inviting him to go on.

"Okay. Wolves have this thing called imprinting. It's when I guess . . . You meet your one true love. When we phase for the first time its gives the imprinting a green light I guess. It is when you see a girl and nothing else matters but her. All you can think about is her. It's like love at first sight but more powerful, more absolute. It's when you find your soul mate. But it doesn't happen to everyone; it's not a rule, it's an exception." He finished with a nod of his head looking proud of himself for explaining it. But then another wave of uneasiness past through him.

Why was he telling me this? What did it have to do with any of the questions that had been asked here tonight?

"Has anyone. . . Imprinted. . . Yet?" I asked suddenly worried for some reason I couldn't explain to myself.

"Yes. Actually." He said swallowing hard.

"Who?" I mouthed not being able to force sound to escape my lips.

He smiled shyly. " Well Emily and Sam, Paul and Rachel, Jared and Kim, and Quil and . . . Claire."

"Claire?" I gasped shocked. " She only a child!"

"She older than you." He mumbled under his breathe not meaning for me to hear.

I ignored that brief comment that made absolutely no sense. "Have you imprinted?" I whispered stepping closer to him.

He pulled me into his chest holding me there. "Yes."

"On who?" I mouthed into his chest, not sure if he'd heard.

He seemed to hear. "You."

A/N Hey guys! Thanks to all the people who subscribed on my last story. Just lettng you guys know I have no scheduel on when I post, It just depends on how many review I get or when I feel like writting, I'll probably end up posting again tommorow though cause i know exactly what i'm doin in that chapter lol. Plz REVIEW! Love yall -Laura