Chapter 11 Because I Am Vampire Or Because I Am Male?
Edward pulled his shirt back from Jacob's arm gently, sighing in relief when he realized that the blood flow was slowing down.
"Is he alright?" Sam asked, reluctant to go closer to them because of Edward's presence.
"Yes," he answered softly, cleaning the drying-blood off Jacob's arm gently.
"No thanks to Paul. The bleeding has stopped now."
"We heal quickly."
"Obviously."
Jacob stirred against him, still unconscious as he mumbled Edward's name faintly.
"Shh, Jake," he said soothingly, stroking his long brown hair back away from his face comfortingly.
"I'm here."
"I should probably go. Rein in the pack before they decide to do something foolish."
He started to turn away, surprised when the vampire addressed him from his place on the ground.
"Sam," Edward said softly.
"Yes?"
"Why is it so difficult for the pack to believe that we love each other? Is it because I'm a vampire or because I'm not a female?"
"Probably both," he answered honestly.
"But I'm sure that most of it is the vampire part. Nothing like this has ever happened. We didn't even know that it was possible for one of us to love one of your kind. I'm sure it'll take some getting used to."
"Do you really think that they'll get used to it at all?" Edward asked, tones of hope in his voice.
"All that I want is for Jacob to be happy. He needs more then just me for that, he needs his friends. His family. I don't want him to feel like he needs to choose to be with me."
"I don't know," Sam answered, looking surprised at his words.
Could this love, this imprint, possibly be real?
"I'm sure that Quill and Embry will talk to him eventually. And his father. But the others… Maybe not ever."
"What is real?" he heard Edward say softly, almost to himself as he turned away to go.
"Reality is what you feel in a moment of time. All I know is, I love him. And I always will…"