Hey! Glad to hear you liked the last chapter! :D That really means a lot to me! I'm in a really bad mood, I wanted concert tickets really bad and I didn't get them :'( I wanted VIP tickets for my 16th birthday and I got General Admission… which is better than nothing, but I wanted that damn ½ hour Meet & Greet and the great seats… Whatever :P

Anyway, onto Chapter 6! =D I'm just going to jump right into the chapter! ;)

Chapter 6:

IF I HAD ANY SENSE at all, I would've called Jacob the day after our little movie date. Of course, it wasn't a formal date or anything serious, but it did end in a kiss, which was a lot more than what friends would have and should have done. Kissing might not be a big deal to other people or kids Jacob's age, but it was a big deal to me. Particularly because I didn't really care about any of the people I'd kissed before. I did, however, for a fact care about Jacob.

I let the silence between us grow until English class Monday afternoon when I sat next to him and gave him a polite, friendly, "Hi." He returned the greeting with a smile and almost never stopped staring at me for the whole forty-two minutes of the class. Mr. Russo had to call on him a few times to get his attention, but even then, I whispered the answers to him.

There was almost something… endearing about the way he looked at me. Like I was a rare, exotic flower, or something to that extent. It made me feel different, but in a good way. No, not different. Special. All my three-hundred years that I'd spent, I'd spent feeling different, peculiar, abnormal. But never, ever special. It was a new feeling, and I wanted to feel it forever. It was the best feeling I'd had since my arrival upon Forks.

One day during the next week, which was particularly sunny and warm, my lunch gang decided to eat outside. I was the only Cullen in school, claiming that they'd all gone on a hiking trip and I wasn't all that into hiking, that I was more of a city girl. Quil, Embry and Jacob all laughed at this, each of them stating that I clearly didn't belong in Forks.

"I honestly don't even know how you've lasted this long in a place like this," Quil teased.

"Yeah, you're seriously a fish out of water," Embry tossed in.

If only they knew how true that statement was. I was wearing a sweatshirt over my purple tank top to avoid attracting too much attention. My skin didn't have a brilliant sparkle in the sun, but it did have a faint shiny glimmer. It wasn't obvious or obnoxious, but if someone examined it too closely, they'd get suspicious.

Even though I tried to cover up, Alex made no attempt to hide his shimmering skin. I envied him for his confidence, especially around humans. I wasn't ready to open myself up like that to any humans, but apparently, he was. He had to be, if he had a human girlfriend. A human girlfriend that he treated like royalty. I could still tell how much affection, how much admiration there was between them. How they sometimes broke off from a group conversation to talk to each other or kiss. How Lana nervously tucked her hair behind her ears whenever he called her beautiful. She didn't seem to know it, so he constantly reminded her. It was cringe-worthy to the others, but to me, precious.

I noticed a similar pattern in behavior between Cristina and Embry, but Cristina was much more confident that Lana was. But Embry was every bit as sweet as Alex was. Again, seeing such a healthy, adoring relationship made me crave it more than I ever had. Part of why I'd left my family and the only people in the world that I'd ever trusted was because I was constantly surrounded with functional, loving relationships, something that I was sure I'd never have. And I hadn't. The right guy hadn't quite come along yet.

Every once in a while during lunch, I noticed Jacob's eyes on me, gazing at me like he almost always did. That one day, though, out in the sun, he wasn't just staring at me—he was staring at the luminescent skin on my neck, face, and chest that I hadn't bothered to cover up. I decided to confront him after school to have a serious talk with him. I was just about ready to tell him everything. He didn't seem to notice that I was dying to let him know, but I was.

I caught him after the last class of the day when he was on his way to his motorcycle. "Hey, Jake!"

He turned around, smiling before he even knew it was me. He probably knows the sound of my voice already, I thought to myself. "What's up, Ness?"

I thought for all of two seconds before answering him. It was a Friday, so he could stay over as long as I needed him to in order to let the news sink in. "Do you want to hang out at my place? Come over at like, five?"

Jacob nodded, still a dazzling smile on his face. "Yeah. That sounds awesome."

"Okay," I said. "I'll see you later."

"Later."

With that parting exchange done, I hurried to my car, texting Alice as I drove. I was lucky enough to have fast reflexes that allowed me to do both at the same time. I was so thankful that there was at least half of me that was vampire. When I got a text from her that said, You can have that boy over, it's fine with your parents. There's a big surprise waiting for you at home! (: I can't wait to see your reaction! I got worried. If this was a standard Alice surprise, I probably wouldn't like it. I wasn't much for surprises unless it's something that doesn't completely catch me off guard.

Upon arriving home, I was bombarded with Alice and Esme, urging me to follow them. And I did, I followed them out to the middle of the woods, finding a small cottage there. I was confused at first, wondering what they were showing it to me for, but then I realized that it was the surprise. The cottage. My own home. I couldn't believe it. I thought there was no way I'd live on my own again for another twenty to thirty years, not unless of course my family decided to stop holding me hostage.

I walked into my new house to find that it was all decorated perfectly, exactly the way I liked it. It looked nearly identical to my apartment in New York and it was more than I could've asked for. Hell, it I was. Alice and Esme had seriously outdone themselves this time. And I'd thought that what they were doing with the main house was impressive, but the fact that they pulled this off in such a short amount of time blew me away.

I turned to both of them with tears forming in my eyes, hugging each of them tightly and giggling. Giggling was an odd thing for me to be doing, but I did it anyway. I was just so happy to have what felt like a little piece of home back with me. This was what I needed to keep from going entirely insane. My apartment in New York had been the one true home I'd ever had. It was everything to me besides being a sexy, solitary vampire.

I spent less than an hour transferring my belongings from my bedroom in the main house to my new house. It felt so good to think that in my head. My house. It was barely really even a house at all, but it was still something I could call my own and it was familiar, even though it was completely new and new to me. Independence was quite a big portion of why I'd initially wanted to be on my own.

After my new home was set up and organized it the way I liked it, I waited in the garage for Jacob, which wasn't entirely agonizing. I just chilled in my car, burning more CDs—which consisted of primarily Barbra Streisand and Judy Garland—for my car on my laptop. I popped the CDs in and started singing along when Jacob tapped in the window. I jumped, and turned the music off.

"Patti LuPone?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not a bad guess, but no, you're pretty far off. Barbra Streisand, the queen of Broadway herself. She's the best actress to come around in a long time—that is, of course, if you don't count Betty White, Judy Garland, and my newest favorite, Jane Lynch. But, Barbra's voice can't be compared to anyone else's. She's even better live than in her recordings. How do you know who Patti LuPone is?"

He laughed at my elaborate explanation, and then answered my question. "My sister Rachel is a big fan of the classics, too. Patti LuPone happened to be her favorite."

"Really? That's rare," I pointed out. "I mean, it's rare for any teenager to know who Patti and Barbra are, let alone be obsessed with them." I changed the subject matter to something more serious. "But I didn't want to hang out to talk to you about classic, old Hollywood. There's something that I think you should know."

His eyes went wide. "Oh, no, you're not anorexic like everyone says you are, are you?"

"People say that I'm anorexic?" I shrieked. "And you let this go on without telling me so I can kick their asses?"

"You're not, though, right?"

"No!" I yelled.

Jacob let out a sigh of relief. "Good. That really scared me."

I considered why he would be scared about this. Was it because he would be embarrassed to be my friend? Or was it simply because he cared that much about me? I was inclined to believe the latter, even though I really didn't want to. Getting this close to a human wasn't only dangerous for me, but it was dangerous for him. "Well, now that you're sure I don't starve myself, I need to go talk to Edward for a minute. I'll be right back, I promise. Then, we'll go to my place."

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Aren't we at your place?"

I smiled mischievously. "Not yet." I headed inside, quickly finding my father and running my question through my head. I seriously hoped he would say yes, just so I could scare Jacob enough to the point that he'd completely leave me alone. I couldn't have his death on my conscience. I refused to be responsible for the death of someone who was completely innocent and had potential to go far in life. I was a half-vampire, but I wasn't cruel.

My father slowly nodded his head, laughing a bit as that last part entered his mind. "Go ahead, Nessie. Some good might come of it. Just know that this is all in your hands now. Whatever happens, you need to take the fall for it. I'm not always going to be here when you're in trouble. But I think you already know that."

"I know. Thank you. When I'm done doing what I have to get done, can we go hunting? I haven't hunted in a week or two…"

"Yes. I'll ask Bella, too, and we can have some time to look over things and work some things out."

"Okay. See you later. I'll be back no later than nine."

"Good luck!"

"Thank you!" I said with as much fake enthusiasm as I could muster. I wasn't thrilled about what I was about to tell Jacob. There was just so much life to him, and I didn't want to have to ruin that by telling him such a dark secret. I didn't want him to be exposed to this. It wasn't that I was afraid it would tarnish his light; it was that I was afraid he would dwell on it. I was afraid he would start to worry too much and I just didn't want him to become invested in this.

When I returned to Jacob, after grabbing my laptop, I began to lead him to my—very—new home. It wasn't until then that I realized how comfortable I was with him. We literally could say almost anything to each other and it wasn't weird. We could walk or drive in complete silence and it wasn't awkward. Being around him a lot of the time just felt so right. I'd denied it time and time again, but at the end of the day, it was easy for me to be around this boy. Much easier than it'd ever been for me and any other guy.

At the front door of my house, I could see Jacob was already very impressed. "What, you're surprised that a teenager is living on her own in a cottage in her family's backyard? Believe me, you won't be once I'm done telling you what I'm about to tell you…"

"Oh… okay. So, what was that thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

I gestured to the orange couch in my living room. "Maybe you should sit."

We sat down simultaneously, him on the couch and me in the zebra-print armchair across from him. I took a deep, shaky breath, preparing to tell the biggest secret I'd ever kept. There was no bigger or longer-kept secret in my family. If I really thought long and hard about it, I'd probably never told anyone about my vampirism, except for another vampire.

"Jacob…" I tucked a few loose curls behind my ear and looked right into his dark, dark eyes. "This is probably going to come as a shock to you, but… I'm not human."

I expected him to freak out, leave, yell, or anything else ridiculous. Calmness, serenity, and silence were not at all what I'd anticipated.

Why wasn't he running? Why wasn't he afraid? Maybe if I told him that I was a vampire, he'd run away in terror…

But I didn't have to.

He smiled ever so slightly, telling me, "I know."

I blinked rapidly, as if doing so would not clear up my vision, but clear up my brain. How could he already know? Had I let it slip? There was no way I could have! It was impossible! I hadn't been drunk or drugged in any of the time I'd known him, so how could I have said it without remembering telling him? Even with drugs and alcohol clouding my head, I wouldn't have let something that stupid come from my mouth! Or could I…?

"How?" I asked firmly, but fiercely. "Who told you? Who else knows?"

"Relax," he said softly. "I know about Alex. That's how I knew about you and your family almost immediately. I also didn't buy the whole "adopted" thing. You look too much like Bella and Edward for them to not somehow be your parents. How is that, again?"

I couldn't quite find my voice for a moment, and when I did, the beginning of my explanation was completely stammered out of my mouth. "W—Well, I—I um, I'm half vampire, so Bella was human when I was born. Most half-vampire children kill their mothers unintentionally during birth, but it's only because we don't know our own strength yet. My grandfather—Carlisle is my grandfather—knew that there was a way to save my mother—turn her into a vampire immediately following my birth. It was hard to get me out before I ripped my way out, but he and Edward did it."

This seemed to stun him a little. Great, now he probably thought I was the demon that I was truly capable of being. "Oh… And how long ago was this?"

"Three-hundred years ago today." I laughed. "Yes, I'm that old. Renesmee Carlie Cullen, born September 11, 1712 to Edward Anthony Mason Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan Cullen in London, England. Still want to be friends with me?"

He beamed at me, setting me off. Why was he so damned… okay with all of this? "Yeah, of course. There's actually something I wanted to tell you…"

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf."

DUN DUN DUNNNNN! ;D Sorry for the wait, I've had a stressful, crazy week:P and this weekend won't give me much free time either. Please review, reviews are love! 3 Thanks for reading!