A/N: Awww, Yarnell15, thank you! I think you've given me the first advice I've gotten in about five years on my stories! Thank you thank you! And Twilightf29, I love that you have an open mind about the relationships! I still reread SM's version and love Edward every minute. But the movie turned me... on. Haha. I hope this next chapter lives up to your guys expectations! And I hope it didn't take me too long to update! I'm trying for at least every, like... day. I know I missed yesterday. Stupid math homework. Mid terms this week! I'm really overly excited about this story, so we'll see how well it turns out!!

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Um.. Yeah, there's a bit of sexual content at the very beginning of this chapter. I'm thinking that if you don't like it, you should probably discontinue reading the story, because I like writing sexual material. And let's face it. Werewolves are TOTALLY sexual beings. 3

Chapter 4 – Alert

Bella's POV

My eyes were shut and I was laying in bed. Edward was kneeling beside me, I could feel his cool hands through my shirt as he traced lines on my stomach. I let out a little breath and stretched, raising my hands above my head. He seemed to take it as an invitation and crawled up onto the bed, kneeling at my hip. I felt his lips on mine and opened my mouth in shock. When did he ever touch or kiss me without me asking him to. Or begging, really. I savored it. His lips were cool, but I could accept that. It was actually kind of nice. I moved my mouth back against his.

His hand was now on my hip, under my shirt. I shivered, but I didn't know if it was because I was cold. I leaned up, trying to kiss him more intently. His lips suddenly felt mashed up against mine. My breath caught in my throat. Was he letting go? Was he really going to let himself lose control around me? My heart started beating quickly, I'm sure he felt it. He pulled away from my lips and I started to protest him leaving before I realized he wasn't.

He was kissing a line down my jaw. I brought my hands down and ran them over his shoulders. I left one there as the other went to dig into his hair. I felt the soft long waves and relished in the feeling of him at the side of my neck.

"Edward, yes..." I whispered, pressing my hips up a little. God, he was turning me on. I think this was the first time it had really gotten this far. I felt him breathe against my neck and then a sharp little nip. I gasped, but then there was an even sharper bite. I cried out and tried to shove him off. If he turned me now, I'd NEVER be able to talk to Jacob. He was ignoring me now, even though I wasn't a vampire. What would he do...

"Edward, no!" I yelled.

"Look at me, Bells," I froze, my hands pressed against a warm chest. His overly warm chest. He was smooth, and hot. I was lost and confused. "I'm not your leech, but will I do?" Jake asked as I opened my eyes and saw him. His face was right above mine, and I raised my hand to run through his hair. It was shorter than what I'd felt before, and thicker. Maybe a little tougher. I breathed out and stared deep into his eyes, the eyes that lost me. I nodded my head quickly.

"You've always been enough," I whispered, and he smiled, my favorite little smile. It warmed me, even from the left over chill of Edward. He went back to my neck and started sucking on it, nipping sometimes. I made this feeling everything. Nothing else existed while Jake was touching me like this. His hand was roaming up my shirt, across my stomach. It was moving higher, I knew. But I didn't care. His heated touch lit me on fire, making me writhe beneath him as he finally pulled away from my neck and lifted my leg so he could get between them.

"Do you want me, Bella?" he asked, and I nodded my head quickly, reaching up to touch his shoulders. He grabbed my wrists and brought them above my head. I tried to wiggle them loose, but I knew it wouldn't work. Jake was 11 times stronger than any vampire, let alone me. "Tell me," he whispered, into my ear. I gasped and pressed my hips up, trying to calm the heat that was scorching my blood. It all seemed to be rushing to one place.

"Yes, Jake, I want you. Please," I pleaded as I opened my eyes to look up at him again.

"Then let's go," he whispered, and I tilted my head a little. Go where?

Suddenly, we were outside. I glanced around, realizing I was in the forest, right outside my house.

"Jacob?" I cried out, my voice shaking. He was there the next second. He stood before me, eyes burning saucers into mine. He backed me up against a tree and pressed his body straight against mine. He caught me off guard, but I was too wrapped up in him to care. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. Our lips fought against each other. It was passion, it was the time we'd spent apart. It was us. I slid my hands deep into his hair and squeezed, hearing him growl. His hands were working the button of my jeans and I pulled away a little, biting on my lip. He pressed his forhead against mine and we both took a second to breathe.

He seemed to be asking my permission, the way he was fidling with my zipper. I don't think he was that clumy. "Yes, Jake. Please," I whispered. It was so silent, I heard my zipper sliding down, like it was one of those bear traps being set out.

"Bella!" I heard my name yelled. Jacob and I whipped around so fast, I might have fallen if he hadn't grabbed my waist. It wouldn't have helped anyways, as I would have fallen at the sight of him.

"Edward..."

"Bella!" he yelled again, and Jake shook me. I looked from him, back to Edward. What the FUCK?

"EDWARD!"

My head nailed into his as I bolted up in bed. My hands shot straight to my forehead as he backed up a little, giving me some space.

"God, ow," I said, rubbing furiously. It was like I had hit a piece of granite. I looked up at him and started to speak but he disappeared.

"Bells? Bella, are you ok?!" Charlie's voice came as he barged into the room. I immediately changed from rubbing my forehead furiously to rubbing the back of my head gently, as if I'd just woken up.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I must have had a-" I struggled for breath now, recalling the dream. The four categories of dreams: dreams, fantasies, nightmares, and friggin X- rated. I stuttered before, "a nightmare."

Charlie looked at me, judging how awake I was. He gave the room a once over before walking closer to my bed and sitting beside me. I moved over to give him a little extra room.

"You know, Bells. I don't like that Cullen kid. You really should be looking into something else..." Charlie said and I looked down into the blankets of my bed. I shook my head, knowing Edward was in the room somewhere. It must suck to hear these kinds of things.

"I don't want anyone else, Dad. Edward is amazing," I started. When I looked up, Charlie had a sarcastic look on his face.

"He left you, Bella. For how long, was it? Several months-" he said. I went to interrupt him but he held his hand up and then placed it, awkwardly, on my shoulder. Neither of us were good at being in a father-daughter relationship. "Just, think about it. Even if you aren't interested in any one else, at least consider that this boy might not be the best thing for you," Charlie asked me. The way he said it, the contact on my shoulder, I couldn't help but nod a little. He was really thinking about what was best for me. Really, who wanted their daughter dating a vampire?

He looked at me a moment longer and then broke out into a smile. "Well, it'll be daylight soon. Are you going to hit the sack again?"

I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair as he pulled his hand away and got up off the bed.

"No, I'll be down stairs to make breakfast in a few minutes," I said and he nodded, turning back to face me at the door.

"Well, take your time. I'm just going to go down and get a head start on the games." He was gone and I flopped back into my bed, glancing at the alarm clock. 6:15, it blinked at me. I brought my hand back to rub at my forehead as it was still aching furiously.

"I'm sorry, about that," Edward said, as he came out of my closet, indicating to my head. I shook my head and brought my hand down into my lap, sitting up.

"Don't worry about it, what are you doing here?" I asked, tilting my head a little as he came closer to my bed. He sat beside me and I offered him a little smile.

"You know I sometimes stay to watch over you," he said, smiling a little also. I nodded and glanced around before looking back at him. There was an air of awkward in the room.

"Why were you sitting over me like that?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He averted his and I blinked. When did he avert his gaze from mine?

"You were talking in your sleep," he said and I hoped he couldn't hear how my heart beat kicked up a notch. I was talking in my sleep again? Oh god, what did I say? Please, nothing about Jake... It was kind of impossible though... More than half the dream was about Jake.

"Oh really? What did I say?" I asked, watching as he got up off the bed and went over to one of my shelves that held all my music. He shook his head a little.

"Nothing too interesting. Just my name a few times, but I'm used to that," he said, turning around to grin at me.

Edward's POV

God, her words still reverberated through me, like a gong had been rung. Yes, Jake, I want you, please. Yes, Jake, please. What he had been doing to her in her dreams was obviously pretty intense. I had been watching her, listening to her sleep talk. The fondness and love I felt when she said my name in that passioned voice, I loved hearing her. But her dream had obviously switched. I heard her say yes, JAKE, I want YOU. And I almost crumbled. I heard more and I couldn't stand it. I finally had to wake her up.

If my blood got hot, it would have been boiling. I felt like I was going to explode. It was nearly impossible to keep calm in front of Bella. I had been greatful that Charlie came running up the stairs and I had had to hide.

I had stood in the closet, trying not to bite on my hand from the anger and jealousy surging through me. And hearing Charlie's warnings against staying with me had only made things worse. I wanted to just punch a hole out of the closet and run back to my house.

I stood facing Bella now and she smiled at my answer.

"I hate sleep talking about you. What if my dad comes in to check on me one night?" she asked and I worked hard at smiling back at her. If Charlie ever came and checked on her when she was dreaming like just now, he'd be jumping up and down, pumping a fist in the air.

"I'm sure he'll just pretend he never heard anything," I said, and turned back to her shelf. I dropped the false smile, my body tense. I couldn't keep it up much longer. I needed to get out of here, away from my Bella who was dreaming about a smelly werewolf. I cringed at the thought. At least they'd stopped hanging out together. I would never have to smell the dirty dog on her. He had made my job easy. Instead of making me the bad guy, keeping her from her best friend, he was doing the job for me.

I smiled to myself. She was mine, and always would be.

Bella's POV

I stood over the stove, stirring up some eggs and flipping bacon for breakfast. I put the fork down so I could put the toast in. I leaned against the counter and glanced at the area where, less than two weeks ago, Jacob and I had been pressed flush against it. I gritted my teeth and balled my hands into fists. WHY couldn't I stop thinking about my best friend in a NON romantic way? Was it because we left off on a horrible note? Was it because we'd only seen each other once after we'd kissed?

I grumbled to myself. "Good riddance." The day after our pow wow in the forest, Jacob, my traitor, had brought my bikes home to my dad. It still irritated me to no end, knowing he had done such a thing deliberately. He was trying to keep me from Edward by forcing Charlie's hand in grounding me. I let out a breath. He was trying to get me back.

Everyone was trying to keep me from Edward. Jake and the pack, my dad, even Edward himself had tried to keep me from him, by leaving those several, horrible months ago. And now my dreams were in on it, too. I sighed and turned back to the eggs. I'd never burned a thing in my life, but these looked pretty darm close. I turned off the bacon, popping and spitting at me. The toast popped up on its own, thank god.

As I finished preparing breakfast, I could only think of one thing. How Edward had left. He seemed off. He didn't even come close to kiss me before he left. The awkward feeling in the room left with him. What was this? Why and when did things become awkward? I couldn't stand this any more. Neither he nor I were the same since we came back from Italy. Or was it once I made my decision to become a vampire? Or was it once we ran into Jacob in the forest?

I grabbed the plates and put them on the table a little more loudly and roughly than was needed. I needed to talk to Jacob. We needed to start hanging out again, just like when we were best friends. Then things would go back to normal. My subconscious would realize that Jake was still my best friend, and it would help me become less awkward around Edward. And maybe I could get rid of the dreams, too.

I peaked around the corner of the kitchen and into the living room. Now the only obstacle was Charlie.

A/N: Oh my gosh, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Awkward/jealous situations, for the win!

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