D: Disclaimed

Chapter Eleven

Audrey rambled. That much I knew. Stacy was firm to shut her up more than once, but that didn't last long when Audrey felt she needed to know everything about me. I couldn't just tell her either. It would be an effort to keep most of it a secret. I didn't want to end up telling her false tales and having to back it up with more lies, I would be seen as nothing but a liar. It was bad enough that Natalie made it clear she despised me.

Though I hadn't paid much attention to her, Stacy informed me that she had felt threatened by my appearance. I was already drawing too much attention from the student body that she felt she was losing two of her closest friends. Usually it would be in my best efforts to assure her that I had no intentions, but that was the least of my worries.

The day went quicker than I hoped, and as much as I hated to ponder on my thoughts, I felt that I needed more time before I went home to face the music. I would need to find out if my father wants to talk or not, and honestly, I wasn't ready for it. He opened a few wounds that I wasn't sure I could heal.

In a parent's perspective; I'm sure he was thinking the best for me, but what good did it do? I haven't seen Jacob since the night before, but I'm sure that I'd still have difficulties erasing that memory of him. It was painful for even me to watch, and now that I have, how am I supposed to get past all of it.

In everyone's eyes –in the beginning, I was seen as a mistake. It all began with the mistake.

Their outlooks might have changed for the better, but I'm sure that everyone seen my arrival as nothing but a big mistake. A part of me wanted to know, but the other half wanted to make sure that I would never know. I don't think I could handle knowing that I could be correct. But it hadn't stopped the ideas from plaguing me.

By the time the last bell chimed to dismiss us, I made my way slowly to my locker than out to the parking lot where grandpa usually waited for me. He brought the cruiser this time, something I had hoped he wouldn't do, but he did. I tried to ignore the stares as they watched me make my way to the vehicle, but I could hear the snickering from the crowd and I knew then that my high school experience was about to get a little bit more interesting than I had planned.

"Did you really have to bring the cruiser grandpa?" I complained closing the door, "you may as well have brought a hearse to announce the death of my social life."

"I'm sorry Seb," he chuckled turning the ignition, "and it can't be that bad."

"In high school? It's considered something close to it." I grumbled.

Without further discussion, we arrived at the house and grandpa had dropped me off at the house while he went back to work. I gave a quick wave realizing that Jacob's truck was now parked in the lot next to my grandma's car. I sighed realizing that I would need to talk to him and see where we stood. I wasn't actually looking into starting a relationship with him, but I was sure that it would be something close to it. I'm not exactly prepared to fully dedicate myself to anyone, and I knew that I needed to make that clear to Jacob. I just hoped he would understand.

But one thing that was made clear to me, and it was the constant rambling from pretty much anyone, and that was that Jacob would be insistent at times. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. What would I be inclined to do for Jacob? Was it going to be as frightening as everyone keeps saying, or could they be exaggerating the whole thing?

By the time I had entered the house, I could hear the laughter booming from the kitchen. Two I hadn't recognized, and two I had, though all were familiar in some way. I entered the kitchen to see grandma Sue exchanging stories with her two children and Jacob. As awkward as I thought it would be, it wasn't. Jacob pulled out the chair next to him and offered to get me a drink while grandma reminisced about how Seth pranked his sister after she had convinced him that he was adopted. It all ended badly with Leah chasing her little brother across the reserve. The only way Sue and Harry could convince Leah not to hurt her little brother was to raise her allowance. That didn't last long according to Leah. But that didn't stop her from getting her revenge.

"See, it's stories like this that made me wish I had siblings at times." I laughed. "You both are lucky to have that."

"I beg to differ." Leah smirked, smacking her brother's shoulder. "But I guess in a way, I can't picture a life without my little brother in my life."

"I complete you." Seth mocked with his hand pressed against his chest.

"After all these years I'm still separating you two." Grandma Sue giggled. "I don't think it's ever going to change."

"I guess that's what sisters are for." Jacob added with a laugh, "Rachel still hounds me for teasing her about Paul's inappropriate thoughts. She acts like she has to suffer through those unfortunate events."

"Eww." Seth agreed, "at least we're not tied down." Seth nudged Leah while raising his eyebrows at Jacob, earning him a kick under the table.

"Am I missing something?" I gave them a strange look.

"It's nothing." Jacob shifted and cleared his throat.

"Leave him alone you two." Grandma Sue said.

"I didn't say anything." Leah fended.

"But you were thinking it." Seth chuckled.

"Shut it Seth." Jacob gave another kick.

I couldn't really say anything after I clued in on what Seth and Leah just might be talking about. After all, Paul lusts over his imprint and they all know about it. Could Jacob be any different? And were they just as disturbing as Paul's? I didn't want to know. It made me a bit uncomfortable, and thankfully grandma Sue changed the subject.

"Whether you're parents could give you any more siblings or not," she spoke, "I'm glad that they gave us you."

She had always reminded me of how special I was to her, and they all seemed to agree with a nod. I wasn't sure how to cope with the change in attitudes, I mean it was just a few weeks ago that I thought Leah despised me and Jacob didn't give a damn about me. So I found it hard to agree with them.

"You probably get tired of hearing about how special you are Sebastian," grandma leaned in for a hug, "but you are. You're birth is rare, and usually in the situation that your grandfather would have been going through, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to have the grandchild he always wanted. Even Renee and Phil agree. You mean the world to all of us."

"That'll change when I find my imprint and have a kid." Seth chuckled.

"You ass." Leah smacked him again.

"No it won't." Grandma Sue reached over to nudge him, "I mean it Seb, you're the first grandchild, and that means a lot to all of us."

"I know." I replied, "but still, I wouldn't mind to have a brother or sister."

"You kind of do." Seth smirked, we stared at him puzzled. "You're mom is like your sister."

"Seth you're an idiot." Leah shouted.

I couldn't put it passed Seth to relieve the tensions I had a habit of building, and I couldn't help but laugh at the brother and sister as they began to wrestle, ignoring grandma as she tried to order them to stop. That was until she looked at Jacob to give the order.

Dinner was served by the time grandpa came home, and it was beginning to feel more like home as a few others came over to visit. Rachel came over, which meant that Paul followed and helped the others devour what was left over. I still couldn't stomach the fact that they ate more than I did in a weeks count. But then again, I hardly ate.

As the day began to settle, Jacob had asked if we could talk. I agreed with my grandparent's permission. He agreed to the curfew and promised to take care of me. It was awkward to be in this position, because it really began to feel more like a date than I had expected. Jacob was acting as if he needed my grandparent's approval more than ever, even if he had known them all his life. It didn't help that the witnessing crowd were giggling and smirking as we left.

The clock just passed seven and my curfew was by eleven. It didn't really matter that it was a school night, or so it seemed. I really didn't sleep, so that was something I should be a little thankful for. But I was still unsure of what the night had in store for us, or where Jacob was taking me. He said it was just to talk and to start all over. From the beginning like he felt we needed.

The ride was silent and awkward. I knew then that we were going to the reservation from the route we were taking, but I didn't know where. Maybe he was taking me to see Sam and Emily? Or maybe to see the rest of the pack again at one of their bonfires, but then again, I'm sure Seth, Leah and Paul would have followed. So I was still curious to exactly where we were heading. Until we pulled into the driveway of an old red house that somewhat reminded me of a barn house. A shed sat to the side with old motorbikes and vehicle parts lying around it.

"Where are we?" I asked curiously.

"My house." He said. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to invite you over and show you where I grew up. It only seems fair since I already know where you grew up."

"Okay." I nodded, opening my door and following him to the front entrance. "So you grew up in this house."

"Yeah." He nodded as he jingled the key in the lock before opening it, "dad was working to build the place up a bit more, but since the accident, this as far as he got."

"It's…" I muttered walking into the house, "… homey."

"It's not much." He shrugged. "I'm hardly home so I hadn't put much work into it like I had planned."

"It's nice." I commented, "It does remind me of Billy… and you."

"I haven't change it much since he died," he shrugged reaching over to turn on another light switch. "I guess I haven't had the guts to change anything yet, still kind of holding onto him as much as I can."

"It's fine," I smiled, "I understand that your dad meant a lot to you and that you want to hold onto as many memories as possible. Billy was a great man."

"Yeah." He faltered a breath before walking into the living area. "I have a couple movies here if you want to watch them, a couple classics actually." He chuckled.

"Grease?" I chuckled, "…and Ghost?"

"Yeah, those were my dads." He laughed as I handed him the dvd. "They were actually my mom's favorites and he'd watch them sometimes to remember her."

I sat next to him on the small sofa as he popped the Grease into the dvd player. "He would tell me about how it became and anniversary ritual for them to sit and watch them. This actually the movie my dad brought my mom to on their first date, and I could see how much it meant to him. In a way, it helped me remember just who my mom was. Kind of set out my perspectives of who she was, I only remember a bit of her, and it helped that my dad would tell me stories about her."

"She sounds perfect." I smiled as he stared at the screen.

"Dad says she was." He chuckled. "I'd like to think that she was. That she still is. Now dad is with her."

"I wouldn't doubt it." I smiled again.

"Anyways." Jacob shuffled and walked to the kitchen to offer me a drink before the movie started.

I accepted and found myself intrigued by the pictures hanging on the wall rather than the opening song playing on the movie. The only people I had recognized were Billy, Jacob and the twins. I was sure the woman in the family portrait above the mantle had to be Sarah Black. She really was beautiful, and the portrait showed all of them smiling. The twins stood next to the couple as they sat with Jacob sitting on Billy's lap. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the little boy that grew up to the man I see today. He was so precious in the picture with his pearly white smile and plaid button-up shirt to match his dad's. They were a happy family at one time, and it was a shame to see that all taken away from them.

"I remember mom telling me I had to wear the same shirt as dad." Jacob said as he handed me a glass of water, "I argued with her that I hated the shirt, but she convinced me to wear it because dad was wearing the same one. It was the only reason I would wear the ugly thing." He chuckled. "But I pitied my sisters for having to wear those dresses, especially Rach, she was such a tom-boy. You could see that her half-smile showed that she was embarrassed to wear the ruffled dress. But this was all for mom, and dad made sure that we made it perfect for her. She died before she could see it."

"I'm sorry." I muttered taking a drink. "She sounded like a really nice lady."

"No apologies needed," he leaned with his hand on the mantle, "it's one of the few good memories I have of her, and if dad wasn't so hell-bent on me hanging the picture, I don't think it would be here."

By the time we sat down to enjoy the movie, it was half-ways through. We hadn't paid much attention to it either seeing that we were actually getting to know each other more. Jacob had asked me if I had any favorite movies, but seeing how I hardly had interest in watching any and more into reading, I didn't have a favorite.

"You know they made a movie about it right?" He chuckled.

"The Outsiders?" I asked.

"Yeah." He laughed again, "most books are made into movies; though it's hard to find one that amounts to the books, so I heard. I'm not much of a reader, but I watched the movie and I found it to be good. I wouldn't have watched it if we weren't forced to watch it in school though."

"You watch movies in school?" I laughed.

"Are you kidding?" He laughed again, "it was the one time that I didn't mind going to class." He placed his beer on the table, "it was considered a moment to slack off for most of the kids, and I won't lie when I say that I looked forward to the classes when they showed a movie. Either it was a good one, or I would get the chance to catch some z's."

"Really?" I chuckled, "well what other movies did you watch then?"

"I only remembered that one and Romeo & Juliet." He admitted. "But I never cared much for that one seeing how the vocabulary was from and entire different era. That and the storyline was depressing."

"Touché." I laughed. "Though I have to say that I admired the risky route Shakespeare had taken with the conclusion. Character deaths are hardly practiced by any author nowadays."

"Don't all Shakespeare plays end in the same way?"

"Yeah." I murmured. "But I think that's why the plays are so memorable. I mean, you expect them to live their happily ever after's and that the characters find the love that they've been searching for, only to be taking away unexpectedly."

"See I couldn't handle that." He replied taking another drink of his beer, "fighting for someone to only end up taking your life…" he paused before setting the bottle on the coffee table, "… but in a way, I can kind of understand it."

"Dying for the one you love?"

"Yeah." He sat back against the couch, "if you loved the person enough, I guess you would do anything to be with them in life and death. I now know that."

"I'm sorry." I muttered. Realizing just how close this was to reality.

"For what?"

"For being inconsiderate." I admitted. "I don't exactly feel what you do, and I can't say if I ever will. But if that is the condition, I can't say anything to go against it."

"What do you mean?"

"The only ones I've seen fall so deep in love were my parents and my vampire family," I shrugged, "I don't know how strong an imprint can be, or the effects of it. I can only go by word. I guess…" I sighed, "I can only say that it bothers me that I have no clue what you're going through, that what your pack says of what effects it has on you. It's sad to say that I only see… some sort of… obsession."

"I'm not obsessed." He fended.

"I didn't mean it in such a way?" I said regretfully.

"Isn't it?" He seemed upset now, "look Sebastian. I get that you don't know what I'm going through, and I don't expect you to." He took another drink, "I don't want you to feel that you have to submit to me because I told you I imprinted on you. I just want you to know that I care for you, that I do need you in my life. I don't want it to come off as I'm obsessed with you when it's something far more different than that."

"I guess I need to stop listening to everyone then?" I muttered.

"Would it help if I just showed you?"

It surprised me that he would ask, and with full honesty, I haven't thought of it. It would help me understand the imprint more, and if he was offering to help me get through this, than maybe I should.

I nodded as he reached his hand out.

A light at the end of the tunnel with surroundings configured with images of me. Voices spoken in a soft tone; almost like whispers. Beauty had definition, music had a tune, the heart had a reason to pulse, and life had purpose.

What were blurred visions were now crystal clear and vivid as the sparkling waters. Society no longer moved forward because the Earth revolved on its axis, but it rotated because of me. Anyone and everyone that came into view had no purpose unless I was a part of them.

A crowd of people paced around one center, discolored as a black and white television screen. The only person that stood out, that had color and debt was me. People could go passed me and around me, but it didn't matter as long as I was in sight. I couldn't disappear.

I wouldn't disappear as long as he was there.

I was Jacob's lifeline.

If was in pain, Jacob would feel it. If I were to grow old, Jacob would grow old with me. If I were to walk to the end of the world and jump off, Jacob would go with me.

It wasn't obsession.

It was reason.

From birth to death, Jacob would be there. If it were as a friend or lover, he'd be there.

It's a promise that can never be broken.

I pulled my hand away quickly. The confusion was no longer there, but now the guilt. He already made a promise to me without option, but I wasn't sure if I could give him the same thing he was asking. It wasn't so much spoken in words, but now I knew that whatever decision I made was Jacob's decision.

How can I make the same promise?

Could I make the same promise?

"I'm sorry Jacob."

"Would you please stop apologizing?" He begged. "None of this is your fault."

"I feel like it all is." I admitted, not realizing that my speech was shaky, "if you hadn't imprinted, you wouldn't be permanently attached to me."

"It's not a bad thing."

"But it could be?" I muttered, "I mean, you could have anyone you want, but you're bound to me without a say."

"I don't see it like that."

"What about a life without me?" I asked. "I mean, I know that it's mere impossible, but what if I had decided one day to be with someone else. Would it hurt you? Would you hate me for it?"

"Would it matter how I felt?"

"Yes." I said. "Of course it would."

"I think that answers your question." He replied, but I think he knew I wasn't convinced. "Look, Sebastian. I admit, I would be upset that you were with someone else, but I can't stop that from happening, especially if the imprint doesn't have the same effects as it does on me. I won't stop you from being with someone else, but you can't ask me to not be a part of your life. As much as it would probably hurt me, your happiness is all that matters for me."

"What about your happiness?" I asked, "would you listen to me if I told you to be with someone? To love someone the same way you'd love me? To live a life like I feel you deserve if it wasn't with me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Just answer the question please Jacob?" I begged.

"I would try." He shrugged, "but try as I may, it would never compare to you. I can't deny it. If it's what made you happy, I would try."

"I don't want to break your heart." I now sobbed. "I don't want to be the reason for your demise."

"You do feel the same way I do?" His question was more on the rhetorical side. "Otherwise you wouldn't be questioning any of this." I shrugged, "look Sebastian. I'm not asking for you to be with me right now, today. No. I just want to get to know you and catch up on the days we missed. If its me you want in the end, I'll probably be the happiest man out there, but if not, then I won't alter your decision in my favor. I just want you to know that you will ALWAYS have me."

"I just ruined the night didn't I?" I muttered, wiping the bloody tears from my cheek.

"No." He deadpanned, "you could never do such a thing. Now let's get your face cleaned up."

I followed him to the kitchen as he began to dampen a cloth and wiping it on my face. "Why do you bleed tears?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Grandpa Carlisle believes it be my body getting rid of the toxins I could be taking in from drinking any kind of blood."

"But the other's don't cry." He said saddened still wiping my cheek.

"Grandpa said that because their bodies develop the toxic venoms, it gets rid of any diseases that it could cause." I replied, "but because my venom isn't as vital as the rest, my body has found another way to get rid of it."

"That's actually interesting." He gave me a smile, "so can your venom harm anyone?"

"I'm not sure." I shrugged again. "We never wanted to test our theories to the fullest. Grandpa Carlisle usually uses me as an experiment, and that's one thing he doesn't want to try. Besides, I don't think I would ever want to hurt anyone to that extent. It's not exactly sunshine's and rainbows being a vampire."

"Does Carlisle still do tests on you?" He asked concerned.

"No, not anymore really." I admitted. "I know there are times he wants to know a few more things, but now that I can speak for myself, he hasn't asked me."

"I don't think you could ever hurt anyone." He chuckled. "You're heart beats just as everybody else's, and I think that's the reason you have a conscience not to do so."

"Thanks." I found myself smiling. "I think you're the only one who believes that."

"Do they still think you can't control yourself?" He asked.

"I'm not sure anymore." I admitted. "Grandpa Charlie and grandma Sue were the ones who finally let me be free to wander. So far, I've been able to control myself."

"I'm glad they did."

The movie had been far past over and Jacob decided that it was about time that he get me home before he catches heck from grandpa Charlie. I found it quite amusing that the almighty alpha he is known to be; one that fights vampires off for a living –is afraid of my grandpa's wrath. But I was glad to find that he was very respectful to the man that raised me.

Now I just had to find a way to get my father to see reason. I knew my mother wouldn't be having much luck with him, which probably meant that after school tomorrow I would have to go over and try and talk to him. Hopefully he'd be able to see that I wanted to go forth with this and see where it goes.

By the time I got home, grandma Sue had already been in bed and grandpa was waiting for me to get there. He said his goodnights after asking me if I had a good time, telling me how happy he was to see me smiling again.

For once I was in my room and getting ready for bed without much of a worry. I couldn't help but play out the night again, thinking just how well it turned out to be; excluding the breakdown –it still was memorable. I found myself thinking about how and where this would go with Jacob, and how I was no longer fighting against it. I was beginning to embrace it. I was falling for Jacob.

And for once, I wasn't afraid to admit it.

A/N: Shoutouts go to rAbiDmutt03, lytebrytehybrid88, Demon2Angel, Hank's Lady, Shalette, hopelessromantic5, ArchAngel-Gabrielxxx15, SoundShield11, Pace1818 and FreeSpirit15.

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