AN: Well here's the second chapter. Hope you like it. enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except for the plot line to this story. All rights belong to Meyer and Rowling.

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Carlisle spoke, "Alice said we'd find you here."

Sam went back behind a tree and phased back to human and pulled on his shorts.

"I caught the smell of a vampire a few minutes ago. Is that why you're here?" Sam asked as he walked towards the three Cullen's.

"Yes," Carlisle said, "there was a vampire in Bella's house not long ago and Alice had a vision of the vampire passing around Bella's scent."

Jacob growled softly. He may no longer feel for Bella like he once did, but she was still his friend.

"We will be keeping watch for the vampire; we thought you should know to keep an eye out." Esme said.

"Does this have anything to do with Victoria?" Sam asked.

"I didn't see her in my vision, but we can't let our guard down. This could be another one of her ploys." Alice, the pixie-like vampire said.

"We'll help guard Bella's house, so you can…feed" Sam said a bit disgusted.

"Thank you, we really appreciate it." Carlisle said.

After that they just talked about who would guard the house and when they would switch off. The pack headed back to the reservation and gathered at Sam and Emily's house.

"We'll be having patrols night and day now." Sam said as they were all eating chicken that Emily had cooked for them, "Jacob…?"

"Oh shit that's right, he imprinted on a guy!" Jared yelled out and that brought forth all the questions and comments on Jacob's imprint.

"I don't know Jacob," Sam answered Jacob's silent question, "I've never heard anything in our histories about imprinting on the same gender, but then again this generation of shifters is different in that we have a female, something that's never happened before."

Leah stood and walked out of the house without a word. Jacob thought it strange that Leah had been silent about his imprint. Normally she would find any excuse to irritate him or just joke on him. Here was her opportunity and she said nothing.

Sam stared at Leah's departure in sadness. "I know what it's like to stay away from your impintee, especially in the beginning when your imprint barely begins to accept you. You'll feel too anguished to function properly so you'll only be doing a few shifts that won't be too long."

"Thank you, Sam." Jacob said happy to know that Sam understood how he felt for his imprintee.

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Draco had eaten his lunch by the chimney in the living room. He was wearing a comfortable pair of black silk pajama pants and a thin black hoody sweater. He was also covered in a dark green blanket. He had been reading after he ate but fell asleep to the crackling fire in the chimney and the pouring rain outside. The sounds were soothing and relaxing. When he awoke it was nearly 7pm and already dark outside. He awoke in a startled manner. He had had a dream of the dark lord once again, but this time, Bellatrix was there as well, torturing him. He awoke to her shrill laughter. He was gasping and he felt so scared, scared to be alone. He got up ignoring the pain in his side as much as he could, and headed to the kitchen where he grabbed the phone. He pulled out the tissue where Jacob had wrote down his number and punched in the number. He didn't know who else to turn to. He didn't know anyone but him in this town.

"Why isn't it working?" Draco asked no one in particular.

"You must push the talk button after the number master Malfoy." Winky appeared out of nowhere.

"Thank you Winky, you may go."

There was ringing and then an older man answered the phone.

"Hello sir, may I speak to Jacob?" Draco asked.

"My son isn't here at the moment…oh wait, he just came in."

Draco heard him call to Jacob and Jacob asked who it was.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" The man asked.

"My name is Draco, sir."

"Just a second."

'He says his name is Draco.' The man told Jacob and then almost instantly, Jacob was answering.

"Hello, Draco?" he asked.

"…I'm sorry for calling so suddenly, I…" Draco then realized he didn't know why he called Jacob. Sure he felt scared and sad and depressed more than usual at the moment, but what would calling Jacob accomplish.

"Are you OK?" Jacob asked, he could hear in Draco's voice that something was wrong. Jacob had stopped by his house to shower and then head over to check on Draco. He was glad he got there to answer Draco's call when he did.

Draco stayed silent for a few seconds Jacob thought he might be crying.

"Would you like me to come over?" Jacob asked knowing that Draco needed someone at the moment.

"You don't know where I live." The blond said. He was definitely in tears. His voice sounded raspy.

"Give me directions."

Draco gave Jacob directions as best he could but it didn't matter because Jacob already knew where he lived.

"I'll be there in about 15 minutes."

"…Thank you, Jacob." The blond said almost whispering.

When Jacob hung up, he noticed his dad, Billy, starring at him in question. Jacob sighed. He had to tell him sooner or later, might as well be sooner.

"Dad, don't be mad at me because remember, I have no say in the matter," Jacob said taking in a deep breath before continuing, "…I imprinted on a guy."

Billy's face went from shocked to confused, "I don't understand how it is possible? This has never happened before." He ran a hand over his face, "Was that him?" he motioned towards the pone.

"Yes, and he needs me now so I'm gona go."

"Very well, I understand that you feel compelled to be by his side. And Jacob don't worry, I'm not mad just; give me some time to process all of it. When did it happen?" Billy continued to ask.

"Today, I met him at the beach…dad, can we talk later? I really need to go."

"Sorry, yes, go ahead."

Jacob then quickly took the fastest shower he's ever taken, 3 minutes, put on his favorite dark blue jeans, a black shirt and his brown boot. He got in his car and left, speeding down the road.

Draco had lain back down on the couch as he waited for Jacob to arrive.

"Winky." Draco called and the small elf appeared.

"Yes master Malfoy?"

"A muggle is coming here, please keep yourself hidden."

"Yes master Malfoy. Diner has also been prepared sir, if you and your guest would like to have dinner."

"Thank you Winky, you may go." The elf left with a 'pop'.

All the lights in the house were off and the only light came from the fire in the chimney, illuminating the living room with its soft orange glow.

Then he suddenly heard the shrill echo of Bellatrix' laughter and he shook in fear. He hugged the blanket closer and shrunk into the couch. He closed his eyes and tears started to run down his cheeks as he remembered all his fears and the darkness he was once surrounded by. Images began to run through his head. He saw the death, felt the pain and suffering, heard the dark lord's voice and Bellatrix' laughter. He saw Bellatrix approach him with the intent of killing him. She smiled in pleasure at his fear and lunged at him…

"…Draco, please…" he heard someone call out to him and felt a tight embrace around him.

The blond realized he was shaking and sobbing, his cheeks covered in tears. He slowly opened his red puffy eyes to see a muscled, tan arm holding him.

"…Jacob…?" Draco asked shakily, still sobbing and shaking.

"Oh thank God." He said as he let out a heavy sigh. "Thank God your OK. I thought you'd never snap out of it." Jacob said into the top of Draco's head. Draco felt Jacobs grip on him tighten slightly before he let go.

The blond pulled himself up and looked into Jacobs worried eyes. "I'm sorry I scared you. When did you get here?" He asked as he pulled his legs up and hugged them. His sobbing had calmed and his tears were settling.

"About 5 minutes ago. I rang the door bell but you never answered and I panicked so I, um, sorry, I broke your door down." In actuality, he never rang the door bell because he'd heard Draco's sobbing before he even parked the car. He'd simply run up to the door and kicked it in to find Draco huddled into a heap with his blanket on the couch sobbing. It'd broken Jacob's heart to see him like that. Jacob had held him tight, trying to snap the blond out of it for the next 5 minutes until he finally responded.

"It's OK, thank you for coming. I was just…scared." Draco wiped away his still flowing tears.

Jacob couldn't imagine what would cause him so much pain as to go into shock like that. He wanted to hold and comfort him again. The way Draco hugged his knees, head downcast…

Draco gasped in surprise when he, once again, found himself in Jacobs tight embrace. Jacob had pulled him into his arms so that he sat across his lap.

"It's OK," Jacob soothed rubbing Draco's arm, "you can cry if you need to. I'm here for you."

Draco was shocked, but when he heard Jacob assure him that everything was OK and that he was here for him, he felt the dam break again. His tears leaked over and he sobbed silently. He grabbed onto Jacobs shirt with his left hand as he cried into Jacobs chest. Never had anyone showed that they cared for him in this way. Sure his mother would hug him and his friends talk to him, but the way Jacob didn't ask permission to comfort him and simply held him, Draco felt safe and felt that he could let out his emotions.

They stayed in that position for the next 10 minutes until Draco composed himself and quickly got off Jacob's lap. He was embarrassed at being seen so vulnerable and in another guys lap none the less.

"I'm sorry; I'm not usually like this." Draco said as he sat back down on the couch. His side was hurting again.

"It's OK, really. You don't have to talk about it if you don want to. Just know that I'm here for you." Jacob gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you. I just met you and your treating me better than most of the ones who do care for me." There was something about Jacob that made him feel safe and warm. But trying to see what that something is was like trying to see through a fogged up window.

"Are you hungry?" Draco asked, "There's dinner if you'd like to join me."

"Sure, I'd like that." Jacob stood along with Draco but then Draco faltered and fell back onto the couch clutching his side in pain. Jacob was next to him in an instant.

"Are you OK?" Jacob asked. Draco had yet to tell him that he was in so much pain since earlier that day.

"Yea, it's nothing, really."

"I didn't want to say anything earlier and now I'm pretty sure what's wrong with you. You don't have to pretend you're fine when you're obviously in so much pain. Let me help you."

Draco sighed and looked down. "I have some broken ribs."

"Thank you for telling me. Why don't you wait here and I'll get your food." Jacob stood and went into the kitchen. Draco was grateful to Jacob for not asking how he'd gotten the broken ribs.

He could hear Jacob in the kitchen preparing two plates of food. He felt like such a weaklings not being able to even stand!

A few minutes later, Jacob returned carrying two plates of food and when Draco saw what Winky had cooked, he perked up. It was lasagna.

"My favorite." Draco said.

"You say that like you didn't make it." Jacob smiled.

"Winky made it." He blurted before he realized that he was supposed to keep Winky a secret.

"Winky?" Jacob asked with a disbelieving expression.

"…She's my maid." He thought quickly.

"She?" Jacob felt sick. There was a girl living with Draco. She could steal the blond from him.

"Yes, but she's gone for the night. She doesn't live here."

"Oh." Jacob was relieved.

"Do you think you can get me some wine? It's in the fridge." Draco asked.

"Sure."

When Jacob was pouring the amber colored wine, he noticed the bottle read, 'Fire whiskey' and wondered why someone would name wine, whiskey.

The two ate their dinner conversing and the blond was glad that Jacob was there. He would have felt very lonely and depressed if he was alone. Draco learned that Jacob belonged to an Indian Tribe called Quileute. He also learned that he was 6 feet and 5 inches and barely 17 years old.

When Draco told Jacob he was 19 years old, Jacob had to ask: "How does a 19 year old own a house and aren't you breaking the law by having alcohol?" He asked with a smile.

"I come from a family of money and back home I was old enough to drink."

"But this isn't London, you won't be allowed to buy the stuff without proof that you're 21 years old."

"I have my ways." Draco gave him a mischievous smile.

When they finished their meal, it was still pouring outside and the temperature was still dropping.

"I should go so you can rest." Jacob said standing but was stopped as Draco reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"…please, I… um, I don't…" Draco mumbled and dropped his gaze to the ground.

"You don't what?" Jacob asked still standing.

"…I'm scared. I don't want to be alone." Draco said in whisper and Jacob saw a tear fall from his eye.

"Would you like me to stay?" Jacob asked as he sat down next to the blond.

Draco looked up at him with pleading eyes, "Can you, please?"

Jacob smile at him warmly, "I'll stay."

"Thank you." The blond smiled.

After Jacob cleaned up the dishes, he helped Draco stand and helped him towards the stairs.

"Are you sure you don't want me to just carry you up?" Jacob asked.

"I can walk up myself." Draco persisted.

They slowly started up the stairs but then Draco gasped in pain and a moment later after the pain receded, he gasped in shock when he felt himself being lifted.

"What are you doing?" the blond asked the now smiling Jacob. He had picked Draco up bridal style and was carrying him up the stairs.

"By the time we would have gotten to your room, you would be in more pain than necessary and I'd have grown to be an old man."

Draco accepted that and just stayed silent. Draco could feel how warm Jacob was, like if he had a fever, the warmth seeped through his clothes.

Although Draco was straight, he felt himself liking Jacob's warm touch. The strange thing was that he felt as if he needed his touch. It calmed him.

Jacob gently lay Draco on the bed and sat by his feet.

"There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom that you can have but I don't have any clothes for you to sleep in that would fit you."

"That's OK, I can sleep in my clothes."

Draco then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he returned, Jacob still sat in the same spot.

"You can use the bathroom now." Draco said and as soon as Jacob was out of sight, he slipped off his thin hoody in an attempt to apply the cream and re-bandage his side before Jacob returned. He wasn't fast enough. Jacob came into the room and stopped in his tracks as he saw Draco applying the clear cream to his side. Up close, the bruising looked much worse.

"How did it happen?" Jacob asked as he sat beside Draco who remained silent. Jacob opened the new set of bandages as he waited for Draco to say something.

Draco had gotten the broken ribs by his aunt Bellatrix during the final battle. After she had realized his betrayal to the dark lord, she went after him and had managed to hit him with a spell, throwing him back against a wall. She had then gone up to him and kicked him repeatedly in his rib cage, therefore breaking several of them.

Jacob figured Draco didn't want to talk about it just yet, so he began to wrap up his side with the bandages.

"I'm so sorry. I just met you and it seems like I'm demanding so much from you." The blond said as he allowed Jacob to wrap his injury.

"Don't be, I'm glad to help." Jacob said as he finished the wrapping. Draco then pulled his thin hoody back on and laid down on the bed.

Jacob stood and pulled the bed sheets over Draco. The blond seemed so fragile, both mentally and physically.

Jacob was walking back out the room when Draco called out to him.

"Where are you going?" the blond said sitting up swiftly and flinching as a sharp pain shot through his side.

"I'll be in the living room. That's where I'm sleeping right?"

"Well, I was actually…um…" Jacob saw how embarrassed Draco was to ask. He knew the blond wanted him in the room so he walked to the other side of the bed, pulled his shoes off and climbed into the bed.

Draco was shocked at himself. Even though he didn't ask, he implied for Jacob to stay with him. Why?

Jacob knew that the only reason why Draco was confused with what he was asking Jacob to do was because of the imprint thing. Before Draco actually accepted him, he was going to feel the need to be near Jacob just like Jacob needed to be near Draco.

"You should lay back down and rest."

Draco laid back down, his back to Jacob. Draco was confused to why he felt like being near the tall Quileute.

"You're uncomfortable." Jacob said, "I'll just stay in the living room." he motioned to get out of bed.

"No stay. I was just…thinking."

Jacob lay back down on his side facing Draco and this time Draco faced him as well. There was about 1 foot in between the two and Jacob wanted nothing more than to close that distance and hold the smaller boy.

Jacob stared directly into the blonds' eyes but Draco lowered them.

"You've had a tough past. I can tell just by looking into your eyes. Hopefully one day you can tell me about it, but for now, know that you can count on me for whatever you need."

"I don't understand you at all. Why do you care so much? I'm just a stranger. Right?"

"No, you're not a stranger. You're a friend." Jacob smiled at Draco.

Draco returned the smile, "Thank you."

Draco drifted off to sleep moments later and Jacob took advantage of the moment and stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers. Draco was so beautiful; he didn't understand who would be so heartless as to injure him so badly. Not just physically but mentally as well. Jacob promised himself that he would do everything in his power to make Draco happy.

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AN: So what do you think? let me know in a review. Oh, and bye the way, I don't think the characters in my story are 'in character' they're probably OOC. :) Review please.