Imprints in the Snow
For what you did to me
And what I'll do to you
What everyone else gets
You get a lifetime
--- My Chemical Romance There's nothing Bella hates more than life, and Edward Cullen. She resents him for creating her, against his better judgement. After being unable to accept life as an immortal, she returns to Forks, Washington, hoping to find peace in the place that she spent the last of her years as a human. But just as Bella's adjusted, a very unexpected someone enters her life again and tears everything up. Chapter Six!
2. Chapter 2 - (Jacob)
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You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You feel like heaven to touch
I want to hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
I thank God I'm alive
"It couldn't be her," Jacob black said to his father, billy as billy dug his metal spoon into a bowl of cold cereal. billy didn't have much of an appetite this morning, and pushed away the bowl, looking up at his son. "I mean, it was her voice and everything. Doesn't she realize that she's in danger now?"
"Have you told Sam, Jacob?" Billy asked, wheeling himself over to the sink and rinsing out his food.
Jacob shook his head and sank into the too-small chair at the kitchen table. "I haven't phased since I called Charlie's house."
Billy nodded, staring at his son.
"Could it be her?" Jacob asked himself. Billy watched him as his fists tightened. "I should go down and check things out. If it really is her..." He shook his head, not allowing himself to think of what would happen. Life would've been so much easier if Jacob was Jacob and Bella was Bella, without mythical creatures and old truces to abide by. If he went down to Forks now, no doubt Sam would catch wind of this and instruct Jacob and the rest of the pack to search and destroy. Jacob did not want to destroy Bella. But could he say the same for her?
Jacob sighed, and realized that, more than ever now, all he wanted to do was to hold bella in his arms. He didn't even care if her scent would burn his nose to the point of pain. He didn't even care that his instinct would be to tear and kill when he saw her. But more than anything, Jacob wanted Bella to be human again. If only she'd chosen him and not that... that leach.
"I'm going to Forks," Jacob decided, standing up and nearly hitting his head on the naked bulb that hung only a few centimeters from his head. "I'm going to check this out for myself."
Billy looked up at his son. It was hard to make out his features in the light blocked by Jacob's head. But Billy could see the longing for the girl that had rejected him so cruelly. "No, Jacob. You and her are from two different worlds. She is your enemy."
Jacob flinched. "I have to do this, Dad." Never before had Billy heard Jacob make a statement so ultimate... Jacob walked away from the table and out the door.
"Be careful," Billy said, his voice a croaking whisper.
* * *
I decided not to phase, so that Sam would not hear my betraying thoughts. IF he did, he would undoubtedly stop me. Who's to say he wouldn't succeed in doing so? I climbed into the seat of my VolksWagon Rabbit, trying to stuff all my limbs into the limited space.
I drove quickly, my plan to get in and get out before I would be seen. If I stayed too long, I would surely be unable to stop thinking about it - thus, betraying myself to Sam.
Leah Clearwater was standing not far from my car. She turned, and caught sight of me, waving me down as she ran into the road. I honked at her, irritated that she was in my way. "Mind if I hitch a ride down to Forks?" She asked, sticking her head into my passenger side window.
"Yes, I do mind." I growled, glaring at her.
She flashed me an insolent smile. "Where are you going, anyway? You don't have any friends in Forks."
Crap. She caught me. "I'm picking up something from Charlie's house." I lied. I could've hit myself in the back of the head for mentioning Charlie's name. It was half-truth, half-lie.
"Good. That's the way I'm going." She opened the passenger door and climbed in.
"I knew I should've fixed the locks," I muttered, and started driving. I began thinking of a way to shake her, perhaps suggest that she get something to eat at the gas station while I filled up - and then drive away. It would've worked, too. My gas tank was almost empty.
"So, what are you picking up at Charlie's?" Leah asked, stretching out her flip-flop clad feet in my car. She was tall, not quite as tall as me, but enough so that she had a problem getting comfortable in my car, too. "Maybe I'll drop in and say hi, too. I haven't seen Charlie in ages."
"Where do you want me to drop you off?" I stepped on the gas pedal, speeding up.
"I don't know. I thought I might just walk around for a while. I'm sick of La Push." So much for tribe pride.
"Where do you want me to drop you off?" I repeated, this time through clenched teeth.
"I think I'll just go with you to Charlie's." She was so annoying! If only I hadn't mentioned Charlie in my plans. Then maybe she wouldn't be clinging onto that with all ten fingers.
"Um..." I said, unable to think of something to deter her.
"We're here already. And look! Charlie is in today." Leah got out before I stopped the car. I stared at the cruiser, my eyes switching over to the familiar faded red truck with the bulbous bumper.
"HEY, LEAH! JAKE!" Charlie called from the porch. He had on an apron stained with red splotches. "Just in time! Bella and I are making spaghetti! Stay for dinner!"
"Hey, Charlie!" Leah and I called in unison.
"Bella! You'll never guess who's here!"
And then she appeared at the door, paler than ever before.
I couldn't believe my eyes. She was so beautiful... Her brown eyes were big and round, long black lashes, all at least two centimeters long, framed them in a dark fringe. Her eyebrows were raised in surprise, and her full, cherry-red lips were stretched into a white smile. The brown hair cascading from the top of her head fell softly down her waist.
"Smells like death in here," Leah whispered to me.
I did not understand. She smelled unbelievably good to me. The smell filled my nose and burned in my mind like wildfire. I inhaled deeply, once, then twice. It took me only a moment to realize what was happening. I had imprinted on Bella.
The instinct to tear and to kill was replaced by adoration and longing. Even if we were two magnets, complete polar opposites, I would go against everything and everyone just to be with her.
She is your enemy.
* * *
The spaghetti had been better than Billy's - so much for his secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. Leah and Charlie chattered about the construction work being done on the highway near Hoquaim - and he hardly paid any attention to Bella. Her plate's contents disappeared regularly, and I knew she hadn't eaten any.
"That was good, Bells," I said through stiff lips.
She looked up at me. I could see through the brown contacts to the gold underneath. "Thanks, Jacob." She answered, faking enthusiasm. Bella pushed away from the table, her plate in her hand. "I'm going to start the dishes," she announced, and walked away. Charlie looked at her empty seat before continuing to chat with Leah.
"Yeah... I'm done, too." I said quickly.
"Are you sure you don't want another helping, Jake? There's plenty." Charlie gestured to the half-full pot of pasta. Leah spooned herself another serving.
"No, I'm fine." I said, and walked into the kitchen after Bella.
She was washing dishes at the sink, the sleeves of her cashmere sweater pushed up past her elbows. "Hello, Jacob." She looked at me, her muscles at ease. The feeling of enmity was absent from my chest, and I stared at her adoringly. It took a lot of self control to break her gaze and look down. Her face was a magnet to my eyes. I was determined not to let who I was get in the way of what I had come to do.
"Can I help you with that?" I asked.
She shrugged, and handed me a plate.
"So, you're home for the holidays, Bella?" I asked, rubbing the plate dry.
Bella didn't answer for a moment. "I haven't told Charlie yet - but I'm not going back." The shock that resulted from her words had me dropping the plate. It fell into the soapy water, but did not break.
"What about him?" I asked. She knew who I meant.
"I'm not going back." She repeated. I pieced the clues together. "I don't think I could live with myself if I went back. I hate what I am." Her voice, though lowered to a whisper, was still harsh and forboding.
"I thought you loved him." I whispered back.
She looked at me. "I thought I did, Jake. Even knowing how much he cared for me couldn't stop the misery. I just wanted to end my life every second of everyday, because I resented what I have become. I resented him, too."
I had seen a bond like Bella and Edward's before - between Sam and Leah - broken into thousands of sharp pieces. It was funny in the slightest to me, because I had spent countless hours wishing that their love would fall apart - and now that it had, I did not feel the relief I thought I would. I felt pain, because Bella was hurting. I wanted to hold her in my arms and console her; but beneath that pale surface was my enemy. And in the next room was my ally. I could not betray who I was for what I wanted. If I did, I would be betraying not only myself but also the identities of the entire pack.
"Now you see why I can't go back?" Bella said, flicking her eyes over to me.
"Yes," I answered methodically, rubbing the plates dry.
"How is Billy?"
"Billy is happy, I guess." I answered. I hadn't had a proper conversation with my father in the longest time. I was too busy feeling sorry for the love that I had lost. Now that she was back - was I going to redeem myself?
"You guess?" Bella missed nothing.
"I haven't really sat down and had a proper conversation with him in a while." A while was an understatement. Even this morning, when I was debating with myself whether or not to go see Bella outloud to Billy, I had ignored his sporadic comments completely. I felt guilty.
"Oh, Jake - I'm sorry," Bella turned to me, dropping the plastic bristle brush into the soapy dishwater with a splash.
"Sorry for what?" I asked, my mind clogged up.
"I'm sorry for being a rotten friend to you. If only I hadn't been so blinded by Edward's flawless appeal... I would've seen that life was much less complicated with you... I would've been happy. I would've saved you a lot of heartbreak. I'm sorry." With that, she buried her cold face into my chest. My hands reached out instinctively to pat her hair, to make soothing sounds - to calm her.
My skin was still warm from her cold touch even as she pulled away. I half-expected the burning sweet smell to fill my nose, but all I could smell was her fragrant skin. It had the scent of nothing I'd ever experienced; it was almost euphoric to me. Leah cleared her throat in the doorway, her empty plate in her hands, Charlie right behind her.
"Get a room, you two." She muttered, and then dropped her plate on the counter and flounced into the next room.
"I'm... going to watch the game. You coming, Jake?" Charlie said awkwardly.
"No, I think I'm going to help Bella with the dishes. Maybe I'll watch with you after we finish." I smiled tentatively.
Leah called for me in the other room. "Jake! C'mere for a moment!"
"I'll be back," I muttered, and went to Leah.
She stood in the middle of the living room, her hands on her hips, her feet spread half a yard apart. "What are you doing, Jake? That's our enemy in there. What do you think is going to happen when Sam catches wind of this? He'll hang you by your toes." I could see the pain flitting across her face as she said his name.
I shook my head. "Sam will understand, eventually. He gave up his love for the pack - I'm not about to do the same."
"What kind of selfish person are you?" Her tone was tinged with disgust. "You're willing to risk everything; the pack, the tribe - just for that... that..."
I glared at her. "Don't say it, Leah."
"Bloodsucker!" She said, as loudly as she could in a whisper.
"It's my life." I murmured. "Stay out of it."
Leah sighed, defeated. "If you don't want Sam to react to this, you'd better stay away for a couple of days. I'll tell them that you've gone to visit your sister."
I couldn't comprehend. "Why are you doing this for me, Leah?"
She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes crossed with pain. "I lost my love once. I know what it does to people. And in the past couple of years, I've grown fond of you. I don't want to see you hurt and damaged like me." She shook her head. "Not like me."
"Thanks, Leah." I turned to leave.
"Don't phase for a while, okay?"