Hey again guys! So, here's the next update. Thanks to all who reviewed the last part, you are awesome! Thanks to by beta too, A.J Scarlet you rock! This part is sorta short, but the next one will be a bit longer, I think. Also, how do you feel about lemons? 'Cause one might be coming up!

Chapter 13

They talked for a few minutes before her parents burst through the door, storming to her side, fussing and worried, and crying in her mother's case. She assured them that she was alright and they thanked Carlisle when he entered the room after them.

"Oh, don't mention it," he smiled, "we gladly help out when we can."

Her father shook his hand, but her mother had to go the extra mile and hug him with tears streaming down her face. He padded her lightly on the back until she let him go and settle for stroking Talae's hair.

"Mom, my scalp's getting numb," she whined, swatting her mother's hand away.

"Oh my baby," the waterworks started again as she hugged her daughter with excessive force, sobbing into her hair.

She heard Jacob chuckling in the background and sent him a desperate "help me!"-look.

"Mom, I'm fine!" she tried to no avail.

"How did this even happen?" her dad was somewhere between anger and concern.

"A pair of vampires ambushed her on her way home, sir," Jacob said, getting out of the chair.

"She never got this hurt when she was on her own, shouldn't she be safer with more teammates?" Will questioned, getting more on the anger side.

Talae had to speak up before her dad started blaming Jacob and the pack, "Dad calm down, it's not his fault. I'm the one who didn't catch the scent."

"And you're the one with the broken hip too! You know maybe moving here was a mistake-" he rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"No! Dad, stop it!" just hearing him say that brought tears to her eyes, "coming here is the best thing that ever happened to me!"

The frown disappeared from his face as he looked at her watering eyes and it hurt him too much to be the one that caused it, "I'm sorry honey, you're right. Just, be careful okay?"

"Yeah, I know. Believe me, I don't enjoy being in this position," she sighed in relief.

"Okay," he eyed his wife, "maybe we should be getting home."

"Oh, okay," she sniffled, finally letting go of her daughter, who made a big deal out of taking in a deep breath of air, "Oh hush you. You're sure you'll be fine? And-and you'll be home tomorrow?"

"Yes mom, now go, you have work in the morning," she rolled her eyes and tsk'ed.

"Oh alright," her mom huffed and kissed her forehead once, "There's your clothes, I even packed your teddy-bear..." That brought on another swell of tears as Will dropped the duffle bag in his hand to the floor. She wailed, seeking comfort in her husband's arms.

"See ya tomorrow kiddo, we'll call the school and tell them you're sick. Feel better," her dad ruffled her hair and kissed her forehead too before ushering her mother out. Esme stood smiling in the doorway and followed them to the door.

"Alright, Talae would you lift up your shirt please, I have to check the cut,"Carlisle smiled. She sniffed the air and sure enough, he smelled slightly like lemony soap. At least his hands were clean. Not very warm though...

"Fine," she sighed, pushing down the quilt a bit and then lifting up her tank top.

He rolled up the sleeves of his fancy wine-red sweater and started probing the cut, "have you been up?"

She blushed slightly, "yeah... sorry."

"Oh, it's okay, some of the clips are just a bit skewed. Well, now that you have been up and about, how did it go?"

"I could stand for somewhere in between five and ten minutes before it ached too much. It's not aching anymore though."

"Hmm, seems your healing ability isn't quiet as fast as the others," he looked deep in thought for a second before smiling, "but that doesn't matter, it is still considerably faster than that of a normal person's. You should be healed up with no means in the morning."

"Thanks doc."

"Alright, I am going to take them out now, would you mind lying down please?" he grabbed a machine-type thing off the end-table. She was guessing it was for removing staples.

"Great, yeah sure," she mumbled, scooting her ass further down the bed. Jacob took his previous seat in the bedside chair and held her hand. She wasn't sure why, until she felt Carlisle apply the staple remover to the first one and press the handle.

"Motherfucker!" she hissed, crushing Jacob's hand. He flinched, but kept quiet.

"My apologies, I should have warned you that it might hurt," Carlisle smiled apologetically, but continued to remove the clips.

Not every one of them hurt, but most sure did. At one point she thought she heard a pop in Jacob's hand, but he didn't say anything. So eight staples and two minutes later she had a curved, fully healed scar with dots on the side where the clips had been.

"Alright, that should be it," said the doc, gathering the bowl the staples had been discarded in, along with the staple remover, "now I'm sure you'd like to rest, if you need sleepwear I'm sure you could borrow some sweatpants of Esme's, or a t-shirt of Emmett's maybe?"

"Nah, I'll be fine like this, but... you wouldn't have anything to eat?" she smiled sheepishly, rubbing the scar gently. Damn, it was itchy.

He chuckled, "I'll put Esme on it right away."

"Oh no no, don't wait wait!" she tried, but he was already out the door.

A few seconds after Leah and Embry re-stormed the room.

"Tee, I've gotta go home and get some sleep, but I'll be back tomorrow if you're still here," Leah said, hugging her with one arm.

"Yeah, same here. I glad you're alright though," Embry grinned. She laughed and ruffled his hair when he hugged her after Leah.

"See you later guys," Talae smiled and waved as they walked out the door, leaving it open.

"You should go home and get some sleep too, you must be exhausted," she said, reaching out to stroke Jacob's cheek.

"Pff, as if," he snorted, "I'm staying right here until Carlisle is letting you go."

"Jake, you need to sleep," she tried.

He shrugged, "as far as I'm concerned I can sleep right here." He stood up and did a roll-jump over her, landing on her other side, facing her with a big cheeky grin plastered on his face.

She raised her eyebrow at him, "you really think so, huh?"

"Oh come on Tee," he pouted, looking like a kicked puppy, "Pwetty pwease?"

"Alright already, quit looking so pathetic," she laughed, smushing his face with her open hand. He kissed her cheek before stealing some of her pillows and making himself comfortable on top of the quilt. He kicked off his sneakers and relaxed for the first time in several hours.

Soon Esme walked in with a tray of fruits, toast, eggs and bacon. She was greeted like a queen and Talae consumed the meal in record time, only sparing Jacob an apple and a single piece of bacon. He wasn't happy about it, but what can a man do? He could have just asked for it when she did, but no. Too bad.

After that Jacob walked out with the tray and she threw the majority of the pillows at her back to the floor, pledging to make the bed properly when she woke up in the morning.

She was in the process of snuggling under the quilt when Jacob walked back in and closed the door behind him. He walked to the bed, shedding his t-shirt in the process, revealing his toned, sculpted torso. Now, Talae wasn't a girl who put it all into looks, or had preferences. But dang, that boy had a body on him. She didn't even try to contain the staring, she would have failed anyhow.

"Stop staring, you'll burn a hole in me," he smirked, standing besides the bed.

"Just come over here so I can touch you," she said, totally not giving a crap that he was teasing her.

He chuckled, turned off the single light left on so the only thing illuminating the room was the moon, and kicked off his shorts too, before getting in beside her. She was on him before he'd even pulled the quilt over him, running her hand down his stomach as she settled into his side. He pulled the cover up to his hips then let her snuggle into the crook of his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. He was amused at the way she seemed dazzled by his abs and pecks. Maybe it was a girl thing. Or a Talae thing. Apparently her hip didn't hurt too much.

Though he certainly did enjoy the light touch of her fingertips on his skin. No expanse of bare flesh was spared from her exploring hands. When she ghosted over his third rib he giggled. She looked up at him with a grin and did it again. This time he laughed, "Stop it!"

"You're ticklish!" she laughed, doing it again and again until he grabbed her hand and forced her to stop, "oh you're no fun." She stuck her tongue out at him in defiance.

"I don't think we want to get into who's ticklish here," he began, dragging his fingers over the curve of her uninjured hip. She squirmed and promised to stop if he stopped, so he did, chuckling as she resettled into his side.

She didn't stop running her hands over his chest though. If it wasn't for her 'near death'-experience and the injured hip, he'd be all over her too. As it was, he was having a hard time not reacting to her touch.

Her hands sneaked their way below his belly-button, drawing circles around his hipbone.

"Your skin is so yummy," she mumbled, having closed her eyes quiet a while ago, relying on her sense of touch to guide her hands.

"... Yummy? Sunday is rubbing off on you," he chuckled.

The rumbling in his chest was so soothing, that even though her hip ached the slightest, she was going to stay put for as long as she could.

She could feel his breath quicken for every half inch her digits slowly prowled lower. Hearing him moan when she brushed over the beginning of that feathery trail of hair that lead to paradise, her insides flared with mischief, satisfaction, and desire. Biting her lip, she alternated between twirling her fingertips and splaying them out across the area above his boxers.

"Mmh... If you keep doing that... " he trailed off, moaning as her fingers went just below the rim of the boxers.

She stretched her neck and licked the spot below his ear, eliciting another moan, "... then what?"

He growled and pounced on her, rolling her unto her back, mindful of the injured hip, as he balanced over her with one leg in between hers. Being deliberately slow, he brushed her inky black mane away from her neck, and starting with the rim of her ear to the swell of her shoulder, he trailed hot kisses and tender bites, drawing out several delighted gasps and hungry moans from her.

Tangling one hand in his hair and the other raking her nails down his stomach, she was quite the happy camper. His hand trailed down her upper arm, fingers splaying over her ribs before playing into the curve of her waist and drawing circles around her hip. All the time his mouth didn't leave her neck.

"Oh, god," she moaned as his hand made its way down to her thigh, "now if you keep doing that..."

She felt him smile against her skin and smirked. His hand, unfortunately, left her thigh and braced his weight instead as he hovered over her on his forearms. Their noses were just barely touching and he smiled one of those brilliant, toothy smiles that she absolutely loved. Infectious too, because she soon found herself grinning like a loon too.

"This is such a bad idea," he chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Oh yeah? Then why does it feel so good?" she purred, raking her nails gently across his scalp, watching as his eyes close in bliss and a breathless moan escaped him.

"You, mmh, are a wicked, wicked woman," he groaned before kissing her deeply. His tongue flicked over her bottom lip and she eagerly let him in, engaging in a passionate game of tongue-wrestling.

When they broke away for a desperate breath of air and he rested his forehead against hers, looking into her half open eyes, "Are you sure you want to continue down this road? I mean, think of where we are."

She knew what he meant, but her mind was just a tad clouded with desire, keeping her from thinking straight. But who could blame her? One look into those gorgeous, chocolate eyes, one glance at that sultry mouth, one single peek at those abs, those arms, that chest, and she was a goner.

"Ugh, you're right," she whimpered, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

"Believe me, this is one time I hate being right," he chuckled, rolling back down besides her. She immediately snuggled into the crook of his shoulder again, wordlessly claiming it as her favourite spot in the world.

Drawing lazy circles on his chest, she let the events of the day seep in, and suddenly felt very tired. Yawning, she felt Jacob hug her a little closer, softly running his fingers through her hair. A satisfied mewl crossed her lips, loving the feel of his fingertips. He let out a light laugh and kissed the top of her head, "Goodnight Tee."

"Goodnight Jake."

Falling asleep like that in Jacob's arms gave her the most satisfied feeling she'd ever had. It was like the last piece of a puzzle was finally put in its place. That was the last thought she had before falling asleep with a smile on her lips.

On a small island outside the coast of Washington, called Destruction Island, stood an old lighthouse. Old, but only recently put out of commission. The island itself was deserted of human life, turned into a nature reserve when the lighthouse closed down. This was a good thing, considering the two temporary guests that now occupied the structure. Human in form, but in no other sense of the word. The night was quiet out there, on the island. The waves of the ocean crashing into the cliffs and the occasional bird calling were the only sounds coming out of the darkness.

"Do you think we should contact Aro?" came a soft, childish voice, ringing like bells throughout the shadows. A girl who looked no older than 14 stepped up to one of the panorama windows lining the top floor of the lighthouse, where the light itself resided. Her face was young and had a touch of innocence about it. Which sadly disappeared with one look into her crimson eyes. Depravity and malevolence lived there and as the moonlight shone through the thick glass, illuminating her face framed by pin straight blonde hair that barely reached her shoulders, it was clear as day what monster lived behind the facade.

"Not yet," responded another voice, this one deep with the maturity of manhood and heavily accented, indicating a heritage from Eastern Europe. "We need a certain strategy with these beasts. Aro is not keen on failure", he warned, shaking a soaking wet trench coat. He hung it over an old dusty chair and ran a hand through the short straws of milky white hair on his head.

"Oh alright," the girl sighed and turned away from the view. She sat on the meager bench lining the rim of the small room and rung out the water in her hair, "I hate rain."

"I know, miý anhel," he said softly, sitting down beside her, the bench creaking under his weight. She turned her back to him and folded her hands in her lap. He kissed the top of her head before meticulously running his cold fingers through her hair, untangling the knots.

"Did you see the look on that female's face?" she asked, a playful tone lacing her words, "Strong. Defiant to the end. I now understand Aro's reasoning".

"No play Zoya, my perebuvayemo pid zamovlennya," the man warned, the crinkles of age on his face deepening as his voice hinted of an incoming reprimand.

"You are no fun Fedir, burkotun," she pouted and crossed her arms as he started to braid her hair into twin pigtails.

"Behave, child," he smirked, pulling on her hair. She protested, but did not move otherwise. As he finished braiding, he pulled off two pieces of satin tie from his wrist and tied two little bows to hold each braid in place, and leaned down to kiss the first vertebrae of her spine.

She sighed and leaned back into his chest as his arms wrapped around her, "this will be no easy, or short, assignment."

Silence settled easily into the room. Far away a thunder-storm raged, coming closer to the island, flash of lightning igniting the horizon. Dawn was far away, but the stillness of the dark was welcome as the two beings settled for a restless night with no dreams and no comfort other than each other's icy embrace.

Alright! So, when Zoya and Fedir talk in cursive, they are talking in ukranian (their native language) and I don't know ANYTHING in ukranian, so Google Translate have been in use, yes. And the translations might not mean much because, let's face it, GT is not that good. But you aren't missing important plot, don't worry.

So, R&R!