I know that these chapters aren't very informative on the antagonist and protagonist but please bare with me. This is just the start of this story. Also if you want a little more information of the antagonists for this story, pretty brown eyes on my profile can give you more of an idea.

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mid-july, 2006

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The first thing I realized was the relief of pain and my eyes opening to bright, warm sunlight with an open window with sheer curtains flowing in the warm breeze. The sky was blue, a grassy yard surrounded by forest, and from what I could see… rich earthy tones. Scattered fluffy white clouds filled the blue sky, the sun was high, with an educated guess, it was noon. I was laying on my side with a thin sheet covering me, it was an expensive sheet by the texture and potency of the color. For a pale yellow, it was vibrant, my guess it was because of the fabric that manufacturers dyed for the vibrancy.

It's so warm.

But I didn't move, this room is different and I was waiting for something. I can't quite remember. I can't quite remember why I was thinking about the forest. Oh. I remember now.

Bella. Jacob. The group of boys with them.

Did they bring me here? They had to of. Did they kidnap me? Why did I seem… so…. scared? Why did Bella look at me like that? The atmosphere of the house was… calm. It's strange. Something I was highly aware of that I had no idea what that was. But here it was, it was heavy but it was light, and warm. Not just because of the current climate. This is strange.

But I was enjoying it. And it's strange because I don't know what I'm waiting for. Why was I so surprised about the relief of pain? Everything was so clear and closer, I can hear the rustle of leaves on the trees, I can hear familiar voices and then I heard it. The steady breathing of someone sleeping behind me, I twisted slightly to look behind me and I blinked a few times at the sleeping face.

Why is Jacob here? I looked around, in the corner by the other window, a pale-based fabric with large faded floral designed armchair nestled there. I continued looking around, and I was back where I first started, I sat up, and looked down at myself, I was clothes and this room is… so open and… pretty. But I still understand, where am I? What happened?

I looked over to Jacob who stirred next to me, his hand reached out and he opened his eyes blinking. I don't know why but I had a feeling he was looking for me, he met my eyes and the tension left his shoulders. He stared back at me for a moment as my thoughts were filled with confusion.

"You went into a coma." His voice is deep and husky, his eyes closed again. Tired but smooth, "We left for two weeks. They came after us. We killed them. We came back and we've been waiting for you to wake up."

I shifted, "¿Ellos? ¿Quién vino detrás de nosotros?"

Jacob just stared at me for a moment, "You don't remember?"

I just blinked, searching for memories but I couldn't decipher anything, I shook my head. He looked pained and angry but it wasn't directed at me, he relaxed again.

"What do you remember?"

"Recuerdo… la cafeteria."

He hums breathy, "Humph." He's pensive for a moment. "Do you remember me?"

"Eres Jacob." I replied almost instantly, laying back down and his face softened.

Jacob nods once, smiling lightly, "And you are Vivian."

My heart skipped a beat in my chest when he said my name, "¿Por qué venían tras nosotras?"

"Because of you," He replies, he reaches out to me.

I seen his hand coming but, even with the anticipated arrival, I flinched and his hand slowed. My heart began racing in my chest and I don't know why, and I don't know what he's doing. What is he doing? I looked at his hand as he rested his wide hand on my face, my eyes fluttered at the electrical shock that tingled my cheek, his skin was rough and it was scolding hot. His thumb begins to rub back and forth across my cheekbone, caressing and I unconsciously relaxed more, I met his eyes as I put my hand over his.

"They wanted you." He says. His eyes are reserved but still held so much emotion I didn't understand, "They wanted to kill you. I couldn't let them kill you… you mean too much to me for you to be taken from me."

Kill me? Why did they want to kill me? He couldn't let them kill me? But he doesn't even know me… I don't even know him, why would he do something like that? Who is they? How can I mean anything to him?

"¿Cómo puedo significar algo para ti?" I asked.

"How can you not?" he asked, his eyes began to open up his soul, "I am something that you wouldn't expect. Something that you probably won't understand right now… or for awhile. I know you don't remember and I know none of this is making any sense to you but… we do this thing. It's called imprinting, the first time I seen you in class I imprinted on you. I knew everything you needed, everything you wanted all within those short seconds, I knew you needed help. I would do anything for you, be anything you needed, be anything you want.

"Imprinting can't be broken, it's forever. Anything you need, a protector, a friend, a brother, a lover, anything that you need me to be. It's a way for us to find our soulmates, it's stronger than soulmates, stronger than true love. You are the only girl on Earth for me. I can never hurt you, and I can never leave you, you won't ever have to worry if you're going to see the next morning again."

I never broke eye contact with him, the ache in my chest ceasing as he spoke, but my mind began to unfold nightmares before my eyes. His eyes were attentive and he seen every flash of emotion that coursed through me, the absolute terror I felt when he didn't take no for an answer and packed up my stuff. The utter pain and sickness of my body through that day, my subconscious fear of knowing I was dying and knowing that my death was coming. Even now in this peace, I absolutely terrified but his eyes were deaden my brain and chasing it away.

"¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado?" This was the question frightened me.

"A little over a month."

I stared at him shocked, "¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado?" I breathed, my heart beat going into my ears.

"Me, my pack and some vampire help."

"¿Vampiros?"

He nodded, he ran his fingers through my hair, "Surprisingly."

"Ellas estan muertas."

"They're dead." He repeats the clarification.

"¿Qué?"

"Dead. Dismembered. Burned to ashes. Dead."

"No, no lo son."

Jacob didn't say anything but stare back at me.

This felt like a dream. This felt like this an utter dream of my imagination hoping for the best. But this was no dream. He was telling the truth. I know he was telling the truth but it looked like he was reliving it, his dark eyes were heavy in honesty. I didn't know what to say but all I could think of was wanting to be attached to him. I scooted closer to him, his hand on my face fell and wrapped around my back, he pulled me in close to his chest.

I placed my hands on his chest as my trembling fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt, and he pulled me closer, locking his arms around my entire torso and his one leg over mine. My brain registering the unsteadiness of my breath. The tears falling out my eyes and my trembling limbs. But as soon as I was melting into him from the solidarity of his embrace, I began to relax almost instantly, enveloped in tender warmth that continued to relax me.

"¿Arriesgasteis vuestras vidas por mí?" I asked him against the skin of his throat, my arm slinking under his to his back.

"You are an imprint. Your life was in danger and we don't take threats to our imprints lightly. Imprints are sacred. We would do it all over again if we had to."

"Sacro?"

"We only get one imprint. One real chance at a happily ever after." That last part sounded sarcastic but serious at the same time, he pulled me closer if it was possible.

Either way, I really didn't want him to leave me.

"¿No quieres eso?"

"I do… it's just… sometimes it just sounds so corny."

"¿Qué quieres, Jacob?"

"What do you mean?"

I was thinking about the imprint again, what he wanted. What did he want? Did he want this? Did he want me? Did he want the imprint? If I can fully process what he said about imprinting, me? Why me?

Why was I his imprint? Out of all the girls in world, me?

"¿Me quieres?" I asked, my heart beat back in my ears.

He rubbed my back, "I do," he murmurs, his hand started going through my hair again. I curled closer to him, he hesitated for a moment, "Do you want me?"

As if I could deny the fact that I did. I couldn't deny that I wanted him but I just can't believe that any of this is happening.

"Si." My eyes widened at my mouth, stunned, that opened and answered against my will, sending my heart beat to flutter. "¿Qué significa esto ahora?"

Jacob rubs my back while loosening his arms and angling to see my face, "Anything that you want it to be."

All I know is that I want him, but what I want with him is what I don't know. All I know is his name from school, that's it. He let me sit up, I looked out the window to my right, it's so beautiful outside.

"Eso no es de mucha ayuda." I gazed back over at him.

"The ball is in your court."

"Ni siquiera sé lo que se supone que significa eso." I was honestly getting frustrated, not with him, with myself.

"I can anything you want me to be. A brother, friend, boyfriend, anything."

Okay when he said it again, I felt stupid for being frustrated with myself and too scared to answer. I literally wanted all of that. I looked away, fidgeting with my fingers and looking out the window, my heart was fluttering in my chest like a butterfly.

"¿En realidad?"

He sat up and he leaned forward slightly and his face was inches away, his dark brown eyes are bright and focused on me solely, "Yes."

I felt the muscles in my cheek pull my mouth into a smile, his eyes brightened and softened, but what does this mean? I glanced back towards the window for answers, or time to process this.

"Do you want to go outside?" Jacob's eyes flickered over my face as my eyes widened.

My head whipped around to the window, "¿Puedo salir?" I asked stunned and looked back at him.

"Yes. You can do anything you want to…" He says, studying my face. "Just tell me first, okay?"

"Okay," I repeated, his smile turned into a wide grin.

"Sure, sure. Well, get ready and we'll go outside." He says as he gets up from the bed and my eyes bugged out of my head.

He was huge. I mean, like he's taller than I last remember, and I don't know how I noticed before. Maybe because he managed to curl himself on the bed, and I looked away out of the window and noticed the veins on his muscles. From my last memory of him he wasn't that sculpted of muscle. And then I looked around the room, he said get ready but… I don't have anything.

I looked back at him confused, "No tengo nada."

Jacob smiled, "It's okay." He walks around the bed to the dresser on the left side of the room, "Because you have stuff now… You remember Bella?"

I nodded.

He continued, "Her parents did this room all for you. They got you clothes," Jacob says and I slid off the bed and walked over to him standing at the dresser as he opened a drawer, "anything that they thought you might like."

"¿Qué?" I looked into the drawer as he chuckled, I started going through the multiple shirts, "No, no lo hicieron."

"They did."

I stopped searching, "¿Por qué?" I gazed up at Jacob.

"Because," He says, he tucks hair behind my ear. "They care about me and I care about you. Bella cares about you. So, they care about you."

A smile spread across my face from the sincerity in his voice, I shrunk in a bashful manner, I looked back at the dresser. For one, I felt like I was going to cry because like what?... Like what? If you can write 'What?' with immense shock for 60 long pages in this one moment, that decipher everything in my mind. Another emotion swelling in my chest, a warm feeling of happiness, I gazed over the window. And that did it. My eyes brimmed with tears, my vision blurring as the thick warm streams of tears fell down my cheeks and off my jaw, I choked a sob as a smile spread across my face as the breeze blew the curtains. It was warm and gentle against my skin and my face, it was so bright outside. And it's so… safe.

"Vivian?" Jacob was caught off-guard.

I looked up to Jacob reaching out to me, he hesitated as his eyes flickered over my face, my smile widened with appreciation and bashfulness, I ducked my head.

"Gracias," I looked up at him through my eyelashes before tilting my head back and meeting his eyes again, "Jacob."

He relaxes and he smiles, his eyes scan my face and he relaxes, "You're welcome, Vivian."