"Haha, really funny, buddy. I'm sure you're a real gas at parties." Emmaleigh rolled her eyes as she held the phone away from her ear and then snickering said casually, "Ya know.. If you really wanna make a girl hot.. Calling and doing a ton of heavy breathing is clearly not the way to go." as she looked at the caller id.

She slammed the phone down when she heard the voice of the heavy breather. It was calm, quiet and maybe more than a little bit creepy to be honest. "It's just a small town, Emmaleigh, people have to get their jollies somehow." she reminded herself as she paced, twisting a lock of her long dark hair around her finger, glaring at the phone on the wall in the kitchen, daring it to ring again.

She didn't really know what she'd do if it did, but.. She figured that the poker sitting beside the fireplace could come in handy. The gun over the mantle was out, she didn't know how to load or even aim the damn thing, she wasn't really trying to learn, either. A scowl played across her lips as the phone rang again, and picking it up she snapped "What the fuck? Seriously? We just.." and she groaned inwardly as she heard her older sister on the other end of the line. "Bells.. Hi?"

Bella raised a brow at the phone she held in her hand, then waited a moment, asked Edward, "Can you tell what she's thinking? She's acting afraid."

"What is it?" Emmaleigh asked as Bella said "Just wanted to see if you were liking it at dads.. Just wanted to talk to you, sis."

"Oh. Good.. Because you know how big of a scaredy cat I turn into around Halloween. I swear to Christ, Bells, this entire week.. It's been.. Weird." Emmaleigh blurted as Bella looked at the slim black phone in her hand in concern and asked, "Define weird, sis."

"As in some strange guy showing up and basically following me and this girl I'm in cosmetology training with around the mall in Port Angeles two or three times this week when we went out for lunch? And there's the calls that idiots make this time of year.. It's nothing Bella, pretty sure of it." Emmaleigh blurted, kicking herself for even mentioning it, because hearing herself say it now, she must have sounded like a neurotic little baby who couldn't handle herself, not a very confident and aware 19 year old who was probably a lot better at handling herself, in her own personal opinion at least, than her sister ever dreamt of being.

Not that she hated her sister, of course.. But her sister just never really thought shit through before going off and doing it. And she often got herself into really weird and really stupid messes that could clearly have been avoided, had she just been observant, aware of her surroundings, the people in her life. Then again, everybody had their flaws.. Emmaleigh of course, had a lot more than Bella did, if you were to really ask her.

And she knew herself, she wasn't above getting into messes herself, she'd been in quite a few. But this, this creeped out feeling she'd been having the entire second week at her dads.. If she weren't so damn stubborn and strong, she'd be knocking on the door of Billy Black right this second. She distinctly felt like someone was toying with her and quite frankly, she didn't really like it, not in the slightest.

Bella gave a little raised brow, mouthed what her sister just told her to Alice who groaned and then mouthed, "That's not good.. Remember what I saw, Bella. If Jacob's not allowed near her soon.." as Bella nodded and then asked, "Sis.. Do I seriously hear the theme song for the Walking Dead? No fucking wonder you're spooked right now, sheesh. Turn that off and find something else.. You remember how you used to be at night when we were little.. It's just the show making you paranoid.."

"Right.. You're probably right." Emmaleigh muttered as she walked the hallway of the dimly lit house, mentally kicking herself. She had herself all worked up over nothing. If her dad were here right now, he'd laugh his ass off, most likely, hell Emmaleigh wanted to laugh at herself, right now. She hung up the phone and poured herself a cup of the tea she'd just finished making, stood at the window, drinking it as she watched the almost dark gray clouds outside, biting her lower lip. This storm had been trying to brew all day and she found herself just hoping to all hell that it waited until her dad was home at least.

The sensation of being watched, yet again washed over the curvy 19 year old and she grabbed the biggest steak knife in her father's knife holder, by the double sink in the kitchen, raised it. Walking into the den, she grumbled at herself as she cut off the replay of The Walking Dead she'd been watching as she mimicked something her father constantly teased her about, her 'obsession' with horror, and how that's why she constantly found herself paranoid.

However, the feeling of being watched didn't just go away within a few minutes, even as she sat down onto the couch, bowl of ramen noodles in hand, the days episode of General Hospital that she'd missed because of class, on. No, it just seemed to get more omnient. So by the time the lights in the house began to flicker and the storm that'd been brewing outdoors all day long actually came and picked up intensity, she was in full blown freak out mode.

"I'm 19 fucking years old, for Christ sakes. It's just a fucking storm, and I'm still a little creeped out by being alone in a new place when dad's at work. That's fucking it, it has to be." she said to herself as she paced the living room, the house phone in her hand, glaring at it, talking herself out of calling someone, anyone just so the panic that gripped her currently would go away or something. "I'm clearly being ridiculous. There's nothing happening, there's nobody following me and it's only a little storm."

And she'd have been fine with that too, if the lights hadn't chosen that exact moment to all go out, leaving her in total freaking darkness. " Fuck this." she grumbled as she texted her dad asking if the power was off at the station. After a few seconds, in which she had absolutely no doubt in her mind he was probably either laughing his ass off at her being paranoid, or worrying himself sick about her, he finally texted back that yes they were, they were out all over town and that if she got scared, there were candles and matches in the table in the hallway.

Pacing her living room, she passed a mirror in the hallway, with the moon shining in on it through the window, and she gasped as she could almost swear that for a split second, someone with burning reddish eyes and really, really pale skin was standing right behind her, only to be gone when she turned around, wielding the knife in front of her, raised in the air.

"Okay, that's it.. There's no explaining away thinking you see a person inside your damn house." she bit her lower lip as she heard the door being knocked on. "Who's there?"

Jacob raised a brow, his senses going into overdrive as he asked, "Are you okay?"

The door opened instead, with his petite and curvy imprint of course wearing the oversized red and black plaid shirt, pretty much nothing else, but holding probably the biggest steak knife he'd ever seen, in her hands. "Wow.."

Emmaleigh didn't think, instead she pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind them as she called out boldly, "My boyfriend's here and he'll beat the shit out of you."

Jacob raised a brow but kept quiet as Emmaleigh found the candles and matches in the hallway table and explained, "Just before you got here.. I thought I saw someone behind me.. But they disappeared before I could stab them."

"Huh?"

"It's been a really, really weird week, okay, Black? Don't give me that nuthouse bound look. Just hush, grab the rifle from the mantle and follow me.. I'm gonna find whoever that was behind me and.."

"That's not a good idea, Em."

"Do you have a better one, Jakey?" Emmaleigh asked dryly as he shook his head and then his stronger sense of smell picked up the distinct smell of a leech somewhere in the distance.. But if it had been in the house before, it wasn't now.

He grabbed her hand and then said "C'mon. Dad sent me to check on you because of the storm and the power outage, Charlie's working an accident near the res so he got concerned.. Go put on some pants and let's get the hell out of here."

"Jacob?"

"Go." Jacob said as he looked around the den and then the kitchen, checked the doors, wondering just how in the hell the leech managed to get inside the house.

Once they were in the truck, headed towards La Push, he asked her quietly, "The guy you saw.."

"It was so fucking creepy, Jake.. His eyes were like.. Red." Emmaleigh muttered as she stared out the window at the rain beating down on the truck.

"You're okay now." he said quietly as he looked over at her, then made a mental note to tell Sam where exactly he could shove his stupid fucking rules about imprinting and staying away until you could control yourself.

This week, for him, had been hell, really.

They spun into the driveway of his dad's house and he got out, sliding her off the seat, carrying her in while running because the storm reached a whole new fever pitch of intensity. Billy looked up from his tv show and smiled as he said "Good, she was okay."

"Not really, Dad." Jacob said as Emmaleigh walked into the kitchen, leaving him enough time to whisper to his father, "One of those fucking vamps got into Charlie's house, dad. Not sure why he was there, but it freaked her out pretty bad."

"Uley came by.. I told him what I figured you would if you'd been here. He said that if she's in danger, there's really no point in staying away."

Jacob nodded and then Emmaleigh walked back out, eating a cupcake with a soda in her hand as she told Jacob's father, "Sorry... I just.. If Jacob hadn't come by when he had, I probably would have lost it."

Billy shrugged and hugging her said casually, "No need in being sorry.. Your dad stopped by here, after you texted him when the power went out, asked if I'd sent Jacob over.. Said he had a feeling you were afraid."

"Totally. I hate freaking storms.." Emmaleigh said as Jacob snickered and nodded knowingly as he pulled her down onto the couch with him.

Now if only he knew what the hell that leech wanted with his imprint, that'd be stellar.. Or how the damn thing even got in, in the first place.. He thought that when Bella, Edward and the rest of the Cullens took Renesmee and moved to Alaska, the vamp problem would disappear. Apparently, he'd been wrong.

"So.. Did she greet you with a baseball bat when you pulled up?" Billy asked in amusement as she pouted and Jacob said "No, actually, a steak knife."

"Hey.. In my defense, at least I did have a weapon."

"True, but.."

"But nothing.. Storms and the week I've had, Jacob.. I guess it's just making me a little paranoid." Emmaleigh explained as she looked at him, smiled and mouthed, "Thanks." before turning her attention back to the television show on.

And nights like tonight were only making it twice as hard to keep from getting the old feelings and crush on him back. Keeping herself from falling again was going to be much harder than she originally anticipated, apparently.


A/N: Okay, so Bella is NOT my favorite Twilight character. And everybody's been doing these amazing sis fics, I wanted to join in the fun. There will be occasional Bella bashing, so if you don't agree with it, or the fact that Nessie is NOT Jake's imprint, my original character is, then yeah, you won't like the story.

Story is set POST SERIES. It will be pack and Jacob / oc centric. Meaning I won't be writing in the Cullens too terribly often, this is sort of an alternate life/imprint/ending for Jacob, who happens to be my favorite wolf. ;p

Jacob, by the way, is 20 and Emmaleigh is 19, a freshman in college.

Those of you still reading, who wanted Jacob to imprint on someone other than a baby maybe, I love you all. If you want me to keep this one going, please do review. No flames, please? I wasn't sure about posting this one on here, as people tend to have epic bitch fits if you bash Bella or pair Jacob with anyone but her annoying ass or Nessie.

This is just a look at what might have been IF Bella had a sister and Jacob had not imprinted on Nessie. It will be hella fluffy, slightly sexy/provocative, and mostly humor.

Anyway, yeah.. Nobody get mad at me, this is just a scenario that's been dying to be written by me for a while now, so I decided to go for it finally.