A/N: I will let you know that the change for Huilen will be different in this story, and just for this story. Enjoy!

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Matt.H.: You are too kind for words, and I appreciate your encouraging words. High school won't be a big highlight for him, but he will meet some friends throughout his year. Of course there will be more family drama on the way, so be on the lookout. Once again, thank you for the awesome review.

BlueAnchor: I'm happy to read that you don't mind Darren Criss being Sebastian, it actually happened to be a Glee episode I had been watching before I had realized that he'd make a perfect image for what I pictured Sebastian to be. Sebastian will be facing a few problems in this chapter, but I'm sure you'll be okay with the ending of this update. As it goes for his family, well… I'll just let you read before I give things away.

Chapter Nine

It was a strange feeling –having no worries that is.

Grandpa was happy to hear I made a friend, though I wouldn't call Andrea a friend just yet. We just met, but seemed keen on getting to know me.

By the time we reached the house, everything seemed to go back to normal –before everything happened. Except my routines were slightly different. I was in the kitchen with grandma once again preparing a pasta salad along with crab and homemade dinner roles. She asked about my day just as grandpa did, congratulating me for making the best out of it. She even asked me if I saw anyone special.

Grandma had never known the specifics of my gender interest, I guess she figured since I was Jacob's imprint, I'd be attracted to guys. I knew she knew that I shown no interest other than Jacob, it didn't take a genius to figure it out, but I think she hoped that I could be with someone else for a change.

It's just… no one compared to him.

It's funny because I hardly know Jacob. I've seen more of his bad sides than good, but when I've witnessed his courteousness, nothing else seemed to matter. It was just he. And me. I felt safe around him, and it confused me. Because I still feared what he was, and why fate put him with me. According to the rules, he's supposed to hate me.

Dinner conversations led to our meet with Nahuel. Grandma seemed a bit skeptical about it, but she figured that it might be best if I do see him, just to see if he can help me in any way. I admitted to them that I had thought about it, but I wanted it to remain clear to him that he wouldn't be able to report to grandpa Carlisle. I really was tired of being his experiment.

"Do you think I can trust him?" I asked.'

"Nahuel?" Grandma asked, and I nodded. "I'm not sure sweetie. There are just answers that you need to discover yourself."

I decided that as of Friday, I would speak to Nahuel. I left it up to grandpa Charlie to contact him if he had seen him around town; it would be at coffee shop downtown where my grandparents would be close by. Until then, I would attend school for the next couple of days.

It had been three days since I hadn't heard anything from my family or Jacob, and I was beginning to feel neglected in some way. I get that I'm the one who requested the space, but it still bothered me in some way that they were so easily willing to give in. I did miss hearing their voices, and I did miss Jacob's daily visits. Since I hadn't been home, I was sure the visits had even stopped. It actually made me feel a bit of guilty for shutting them out.

Of course school was enough to get my mind off a lot of things, especially Andrea and her insistencies to introduce me to the entire student body. I knew for sure that I wouldn't remember everyone's name, but that hadn't stopped them from wanting to know mine. She was in fact correct when she said I'd be the talk of the school for a while, and I wasn't sure if I was confortable with it.

Friday morning wasn't the best morning to date, with my thirst for blood peaking; it was only plausible for me to stay home. That and I would be meeting with Nahuel later on today once I calmed my nerves. Since trust has become and issue for me, I found it difficult to see what could possibly Nahuel's angle to meet me. Was my grandfather paying him or did he have his own motive?

After grandpa continuously apologized for forgetting to stock up on the blood supplies, he called uncle Emmett and aunt Rose like I requested since he wouldn't let me hunt on my own. I didn't want to either. I knew for a fact that any chance that Jacob would want to speak to me, it would be out there, that or he would send one of his pack buddies. It was just a feeling, but it was close to the truth.

Jacob hadn't made it a secret when he would hang outside of the house below my window. I guess it was his way of gaining the comfort that we both needed. As much as I tried to deny it now, I couldn't. But I was far too stubborn to give in. If I had, he would know I always would. Whatever conflicts he has between my parents, they need to resolve before they approach me.

Uncle Emmett and aunt Rose had informed me that they haven't even spoken since. My father had too much pride to come to admittance that he was wrong in all of this. When I asked for an explanation, I was ready to race to Jacob and… talk. But like I said, I couldn't give him the green card when hadn't exactly earned it.

According to aunt Rose, Jacob had approached my mother with threats. He had arrived at the manor with Leah, Embry and Quil to give her a piece of his mind, threatening her that if she had laid another hand on his imprint, he would do far much worse than what he had planned. At the time Jacob was planning to walk away from it all and come see me when he had a chance, but my father had continued to provoke him and insult him that he wouldn't be there if it wasn't for the imprint. Aunt Rose explained that my father clearly wasn't too pleased with the bond still, and that Jacob couldn't continue to use me as an excuse to be near my mother.

Jealousy? Yeah, I've never seen nor heard of my father fall under those actions.

"It was a low blow as far as I'm concerned." Aunt Rose continued. "Your dad has a tendency to bring up the past a lot ever since Jacob claimed he imprinted. He was actually looking forward to your mom pulverizing the wolf when she discovered the moment Jacob became a part of your world. But because Jacob had stood up against his own pack for your protection, Edward had no choice but to live with it for the moment."

"So my father still believes Jacob is in love with my mother?" I asked reluctantly. It bothered me that the thought bothered me.

"He doesn't say much about it," uncle Emmett added, "but it doesn't take a mind reader to see it. Your dad and Jacob have never agreed to anything other than the one time it came to your mom being the target of Victoria and the newborns."

"Victoria?" I stared puzzled.

"She wanted to claim vengeance on your parents for the reason your dad had killed her mate." Uncle Emmett continued, "when your mom's life was a risk because of this, Jacob and his pack decided to step in to help. I could never understand why a man would put himself through so much for a woman who had already been dedicated to another man, but it came clear once your mom was forgotten the moment you were born."

"Yeah." I sighed. "I've heard this before. But I thought my father understood what an imprint was, why is he still jealous of Jacob and my mother? It makes no sense."

"Because he sees it as him trying to take his family away from him." Aunt Rose said bluntly. "First it was your mom, now it's you. Because your mom…" she seethed the word it seems, "is so insistent on being friends with Jacob still, your dad gets upset over it. Right now, it's not going so great between your parents; they're not even talking really at the moment. Because your dad handled this in a wrong direction, your mom is upset that he pushed Jacob away more."

"Does my mom still love Jacob?" I asked, staring down at the table afraid to hear their reply.

"That's something you need to ask her kid," uncle Emmett said.

Thankfully the subject changed the moment aunt Rose asked about how school was going. Her and uncle Emmett seemed pleased to hear that I was attending my last year with the other kids and looked forward to the moment I could add to the graduation cap mural nana Esme started. I had no clue what they meant until they explained the framed caps on the wall back at the manor.

Of course uncle Emmett asked me if anyone showed interest in me. I told him the truth that it was overwhelming with the amount of girls that had come up to me and flirted; though I was oblivious to what was taken place until Andrea began to tease me about it. That given uncle Emmett the chance to do the same until aunt Rose gave him a shove in his side. I think she knew of the dilemma I was going through with Jacob.

He was on my mind more than I expected or needed.

I found myself staring out the window at night, watching him as he was curled up under the trees that surrounded at the yard. It actually made my heart feel heavy when he gave me the saddened expressions, staring up at me in the moonlit nights, most likely expecting me to go and see him. I just couldn't. I wanted to put him and myself out our misery and finally cave, but in a way, I felt that it made me look weak. Stubbornness inherited from my father I was sure.

Before aunt Rose and uncle Emmett left, I thanked them for the supplies and promised to call them tomorrow. I wasn't about to explain to them about my meet with Nahuel because I was sure they wouldn't agree with it, but I needed answers that he could only answer. But, the more I thought of it; the questions were answered by me.

By the time grandpa and grandma came home, I was ready to meet Nahuel. They changed and grabbed their jackets and followed me out to the car. The ride to the coffee house was silent, or maybe it was just me. I was in my own little world with what I was going to do. What questions I was going to ask, I still was unsure. I was beginning to think that this whole meet would be pointless.

When we arrived at the coffee house, grandpa and grandma followed me in as I found my way to the table where Nahuel was seated. I gave my grandparents a smile of assurance that I'd be okay before they seated themselves across the small diner.

"Nice to see you again." Nahuel gave a smile and offered me the across from him. "I wasn't sure if I you'd come until your grandfather approached me."

"Yeah," I half-smiled, "I had questions."

"Do you still have questions?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee before the waitress came to take my order.

"I'm not sure where to begin," I shrugged, "actually, why are you here really? Did my grandfather really ask you to come here to help me out?"

"Of course," he smiled and thanked the waitress, "he seemed elated to find out that we were about to meet again. I of course agreed because the last time we met wasn't as long as I had hoped. You were just a child still."

"So you have questions for me?" I asked, taking a drink of my juice.

"Some, but you go first."

"How long can you go without blood?" I asked.

"Three days." He replied quickly. "It used to be more, but the more I tested the theory, it became worse than it was. I used to be able to last at least two weeks without it, but after my resistance during one point in my life, I found the thirst to intensify, and since then, I can't seem to last three days without it. I'd advise you not to test your abilities like I had."

"Why did you resist?" I asked.

"Because blood was repulsive to me at one point." He paused to take a drink. "My aunt Huelin became the victim of it all. Because I had refused to feed and ran away from the village, she found me and did what she had to do and cut herself so I would at least feed off of her. I did, but my venom mixed with her blood cells and changed her without me not knowing how to stop it. Because of my selfish acts, she suffered for it."

"Does she resent you for it?" I get that it was rude to ask, but I couldn't help myself.

"She never had." He shrugged, "even though she was a newborn at the time, she had more control than I had. It took us over a decade to finally change our diet and control ourselves. She's been helping me ever since."

"Well that answers another one of my questions." I admitted, "how did you fit in with society?"

"To this day, I still haven't." He admitted. "Living such a long life, it becomes a task to adjust day by day with the change the world continues to go through. Because of this, my aunt and I still live in our founded village and survive how we always had. Even though we've seen people come and go in our lives, those of the tribe have come to accept us. But now, after meeting your parents and you, I found a reason to make that attempt to be more social."

"Why us?"

"Because at the time," He continued, "I hated myself for taking my mother's life. She hadn't survived my birth, I always thought of myself as an evil creature until I met you. Your mother's survival gave me some sort of different aspect on my existence. I've never met my father, nor had the privilege to see my mother, though I heard so many great things about it. But your family's support had shown me that I didn't need to hide from society anymore. I could live in this world just as they were."

"They hadn't told me that."

"It awes me that you are so blessed, and it made me realize I was too." He admitted. "I have my aunt Huilen to get me through the this, and I hadn't realized just how much she had meant to me the day I had met you and your family."

I didn't know how to respond to that. He wants what I have, and yet, I don't want what I was giving. My family had hid so much from me. I didn't want to take that away by telling him that my parents and I weren't exactly speaking at the moment. I'd have to defend myself for it.

"What do you know about wolves and shape-shifters?" I asked changing the subject.

"Nothing really." He shrugged. "I've seen them assist your coven when it was needed, but introductions were halted for the reason that they weren't to fond of any of us being around. I recalled one of them being a bit belligerent the closer I came to you. Whenever I would try to speak to you, the wolf would snarl and bark at me as if I was a danger to you."

'Jacob!'

"Aunt Huelin thought it would be best that we try another time." He continued, "but after all of this was over, my aunt Huelin made a discovery that would go against how I felt about you?"

"What?" I gave him a questionable look.

"I've never understood this at the time, and please, make no judgments." I nodded reluctantly. "But, the moment I had met you, I felt a pull towards you that made me question who I was. I've never felt this way about anyone. At all. Attraction to anyone was never there, human or vampire. But everything seemed to connect the moment I met you. We're of the same species, but the same gender. But that didn't seem to matter either."

"I can't…"

He interrupted. "I told your parents and they confirmed that you were already bonded with someone else, something that was far more stronger than what I had felt, so I left because I felt no reason to be here anymore."

"Just hold on a minute…" I interrupted him, "you mean to tell me that you liked me, is this your motive? And what the hell gives my parents the right to act as if they arranged a marriage for me?"

By this time, my voice was getting a bit loud. "I'm not a prize to be won."

"It was nothing like that," he hinted for me to lower my voice, "I just thought that once in my entire existence, I had a chance." He loudly whispered, noticing my grandparents were looking our way, "Which is why I'm looking for more of our kind." He admitted.

"I doubt there are."

"I have hope." He replied, "after all, I have three sisters I don't know about, there could be more."

"Why are you so adamant in finding more hybrids?" I asked, still upset.

"Because I've never felt what I felt when I met you." He took a deep breath, "from what I've been told, you've never felt the loneliness I have, the bond that has been formed, in some way has never let you feel that hollowness I've grown used to."

"So you came here in hopes that I just might change my mind?" I seethed, "expecting me to fall into your arms too."

"Wait, wait…" he interrupted, "I didn't say any of that. I get that you have a life and that you want to live it. I'm just here on a friendly visit with a little bit of hope that life would give me a break. I had no intentions to insult you in anyway Sebastian."

"Look," I brushed it off, "I'm sorry for overreacting, it's just that it seems like everyone is pushing me in a direction I'm not sure I'm ready to take. Decision-making was never mine, but this is. I'm sorry Nahuel, I hope you do find someone because as much hope I could probably give you, it will never be me."

"Is it because of the bond you have already?" He asked nervously.

"No." I answered honestly, "it's because of me. I'm taking control right now, and if that means I have to go through the pain of it to get what I believe I deserve I will…" I stopped to realize I was going a bit off topic, "… I appreciate the advice Nahuel. Thank you, and please don't report this to my grandfather. I would like to keep this conversation to ourselves."

"You have my word Sebastian." He reached his hand out for me to shake. I nodded and thankfully he seemed to understand. "My aunt and I will be leaving tomorrow at dawn. I hope to see you again soon."

"Thank you."

I couldn't promise him that we'd see each other again. He dropped a bomb on me and I felt even more like crap to his admittance. I turned him away before I could even give him a chance to fully explain, was I really that committed to Jacob?

He's been searching for years for what I had just began to, love. I wouldn't go so far into detail, but I still wanted someone to be… there. He's right too; I've never felt the hollowness he has. I mean sure, there were times I felt so alone, but that was nothing compared to what he's been going through for decades. Then he found me, that was a slap in the face for him, and I made it no better by jumping to conclusions.

Would he ever find another hybrid?

"Are you okay?" Grandpa asked.

"I'm fine." I lied, "just a little misunderstanding on my behalf. Can we go home now?"

"Sure."

I think I care too much. It was beyond my control, and yet I felt bad for turning Nahuel down like he hadn't deserved happiness. I couldn't give it to him, I'd be miserable, and I'd make him miserable along with me. It would never be fair to him, and I wouldn't be grateful. There was no way I could deny that I was falling for Jacob the more I thought about it, it was just now that I had hoped that he would take some sort of steps to prove me right.

I needed Jacob to grow up.

I hadn't had much sleep again that night. The guilt plagued me for treating Nahuel the way I did, after all, he came to help; I just wish he hadn't admitted that he cared for me in some way. It didn't help either that I could hear Jacob whining outside. When I sat on the alcove to see him, he looked a lot worse than I have.

The way he looked at me made me want to cry. Was it me hurting him? Had he even left from his spot? It seemed that he hadn't even moved much and I was beginning to worry. When his head slouched back down onto his paws, I could tell the he had given up for the night. As much as I tried to stand my grounds with this, I was beginning to miss him more and more. He was only twenty feet from me, and yet it felt as if we were oceans apart.

I needed to talk to him.

I was debating now. My finger hovered over the lock nervously. The rain began to fall, and my breaths became visible on the windowpane as it fogged the glass, making it difficult to see Jacob. I swiped my hand across the condensation to his head perk up once again, making me feel even more depressed.

With the flick of my finger, the lock clicked back and caused my nerves to jump. I hadn't felt this anxious in a long time. I kept thinking that if I opened this window, I would need to jump outside to talk to him, and I wasn't looking forward to stepping in the rain at three in the morning. But I still pulled the handle and lifted the window slowly, making Jacob look up once again.

With the window wide open, I stared down at him while he gave me a hopeful stare. I wanted to close the window again, but I just don't think I would have the heart to do so. I needed to be closer, but I didn't want to go out there. Without wording it, he seemed to understand what I meant and he phased back to his human self, pulling on the jogger shorts tied around his ankle.

I backed away from the window just as soon as I realized that he was climbing the tree to get to my window. In a second he was inside and standing before me, soaked from head to toe and a hurt expression on his face. I was speechless, and so was he. Instead of him reaching out to me, I touched his arm as I slowly moved in closer.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to come in, but I needed to be close to you." He admitted, his voice rumbling through his chest as my face was now pressed against it.

"We need to talk Jacob." I muttered, now letting out a shiver from the cold breeze blowing in. He wrapped his arms around me un-expectantly and kissed the top of my head without question. "Please Jacob, don't. Not now."

"I'm sorry." He pulled away. "I just… I got carried away. What is it you need to say?"

"A lot." I murmured. "But I can't seem to think straight without making it sound like a bunch of crap."

"Just start from the beginning," he reached back and closed the window, "I promise I'll listen to whatever you need to say."

"Why haven't you spoken to my parents?"

"Your dad won't let me at the moment." He muttered, "I tried to approach them with a truce and apologize for my behavior, but Edward doesn't want me near."

"Why does my dad hate you?" I paused, "do you hate my father?"

"No." He let out a shaky breath, "I used to, but I've tried to make amends. I'm sure he hates me still for the imprint, and to top that off, I've made you miserable for the past couple years. He knew about everything."

"Would you really hurt my mother?" I asked, he turned away and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

"I'm not going to lie Sebastian," he turned back to me, "every instinct in my body was telling me to do it because she laid a hand on you, but I was able to hold myself back because I knew you'd hate me for it. It would hurt you and I would hate myself if I continued down that path. I tried turning away, but your dad kept taunting my pack and me with the mistakes we made. I've never hurt anyone physically in my life Sebastian, but Sam has because of what we are."

"What are you talking about?"

"Sam is the reason Emily has the scar on her face." He replied with regret, "she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she ended up in the hospital because of it. Sam hates himself everyday for doing it, but it can't change the past. Your dad thinks that I would do that you."

"What about you?" I asked. "Do you think you would?"

"God no!" He choked out. "I've already done damage mentally, I would never do anything physical to harm you, that I know your mom knows. She believes I wont, but your dad wont budge."

"Does he know that you've been here almost every night?"

"I have been here every night." He admitted, "and whether your dad knows or not, it doesn't bother me. A part of me needs to be close to you, and I'm hoping that some day he'll understand it."

"If I can get my father to talk, will you agree to meet?" He nodded, "seeing how my father is the stubborn one out of all this, I want to make it clear to everyone that it's up to me to decide, including you."

"But…." It was as if things have gotten worse at that moment.

"I don't want to be friends like this Jacob." I interrupted, "if you want to get to know me, do it the right way rather than expect everything from me like everyone else. Otherwise I'll have to cut off all connections."

"When can we meet?" He asked disappointed.

"Here!" I said, "tomorrow at noon, here in front of my grandparents. Those who choose to show up, will."

"You think your dad will come?"

"If he knows what's good for him," I sat next to him on the alcove, "he will."

I'm not sure what assurance I was giving Jacob after that, but I couldn't help but to lean against him as he held his massive arm around me. A word wasn't said nor a thought, thought. I hadn't realized I fell asleep on his lap until the sun began to rise and Jacob woke me up.

"I should go."

Before he could make his exit, I thanked him. "For listening."

"Anytime." He gave half of a smile and hopped to the bottom and on the ground before disappearing into the forest.

I then realized; Jacob made me smile again.

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