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What would happen if Bella had gone home with Jacob the night after the movies, the night Jacob made his first transformation as a werewolf? And what effect would this have when Edward comes back in the picture? LAST CHAPTER UP!

This story takes place right after Bella and Jacob drop Mike off at his house and Jacob is admitting he isn't feeling well. Page 218 in New Moon if you want to be exact

3. Chapter 3

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“Bella,” Sam said slowly and slightly hesitant, “We’re werewolves,”

“Ha, funny,” I said, sarcastically. “No, seriously Sam, what happened?”

“This time I am telling you the truth. I’m a werewolf, Embry, who you heard me talking to earlier, is a werewolf, and Jacob is a werewolf.”

I narrowed my eyes are Sam. What kind of idiot did he take me for? And werewolves? That’s a pretty weak excuse. You’d think he would come up with something better. “Nice try,” I told him, “But Jacob’s my best friend. Don’t you think if he was some giant wolf thing he would have told me?”

Sam just sighed and shook his head before I finished saying this. “Jacob didn’t even know. That night was when he made his first transformation. It was just bad luck and timing that you were there. And if Jacob already was a werewolf, he wouldn’t be allowed to tell you. I’m currently Alpha so I would command him to not tell you or even see you. Young werewolves are . . . dangerous. Humans are not allowed to know about us unless it is absolutely necessary. So if this had never happened, you would not have known that werewolves existed”

“I don’t believe in werewolves. Or any mythical creatures for that matter. Heck, I don’t even believe in Santa Clause anymore.” There were only one type of mythical creatures I did actually believe in but if things went the way he wanted them to, I would forget that they ever did exist and were once part of my life.

“Bella,” Sam said softly, “As much as you don’t want to believe that werewolves aren’t real, they are. There are, what most people consider, legends about how the very first Quileute Indians originated from wolves. They aren’t legends.”

My mind went racing back to when I had first met Jacob, at First Beach. I had tricked him into telling the old legends. He told me what I wanted to know about the ‘cold ones’ and he had also had gone on to talk about how the old Quileutes were werewolves. I hadn’t given the other story much thought before, the one about the vampires were the only one that had ever concerned me.

“Their just stories,” I argued thought I could hear how my voice had a slight edge to it. I was slowly coming to terms that Sam actually would be telling me the truth. If the story about the ‘cold ones’ were true, then why shouldn’t that one be too. “Just things you say to scare little children. Like I said before, there are no such things as werewolves or any other type of mythical creatures from stories nor do I believe that they are real.”

I didn’t think it was possible but Sam’s face became even more serious. He bent forward and brought his face even closer to mine. I fought against he urge to stick my tongue out at him like a little child. Sam’s eyes seemed almost black, this close. “You already believe in one monster that’s not supposed to be real.” He said in a low voice.

I panicked slightly. Did he know about the Cullens? Well, if he was Alpha like he claimed to be, then of course he would know about them. Thought I didn’t want to, I allowed my mind to play with the idea that werewolves could actually exist. I mean, I already did accept the fact that vampires were real. I mentally ran through what Sam and I had discussed.

I eyes widened as a thought came across my mind, which I had not thought through all the way before. I looked up at Sam in alarm and tried to distance myself from his as best as I could in a hospital bed. The heart monitor I was hooked to started beeping madly, much to my embarrassment and annoyance.

“What is it, Bella?” Sam asked, seeming as alarmed as I had just become

I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth. “You were saying before, about the bear, that’s you, isn’t it? You and the rest of your werewolves,” I struggled with saying the word out loud. “You’re the ones out there killing people!” I didn’t like Sam very much but I would never mark him as a killer. Or Embry, even though I had only met him briefly in Jake’s garage. And to think, now Jacob was also one. Did that mean he was going to be killing people too?

“No, no, of course not Bella! We’re protectors. That’s our job. We exist so we can keep everyone safe from our one enemy; vampires.” Sam sounded shocked that I would ever think that. Well, I guess it was a bit harsh to just assume someone was a murderer.

“So there’s vampires out there?” I asked him, going slightly cold, although at least my heart had calmed down.

Sam sighed. “Yes, but we’re trying our best to handle the situation, but it isn’t going as smoothly as we’d hope.”

We sat in silence for a moment, each wrapped in our own thoughts. There were some vampires out there, killing innocent people. And Charlie and other were going through the forests, hunting for this bear! What if they actually came across one of the werewolves or the vampire!

Jesus, what kind of place was Forks? Freakin’ Alice in Wonderland? Except there was nothing wonderful about this situation. Wasn’t one mythical creature enough for one person? Now I had to deal with know that two actually existed. What were they going to throw at me next? Witches? Or even better, evil, revengeful leprechauns? I wonder if all small towns were like this, full of creatures that only existed in Hollywood films and your nightmares.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions? I am a bit curious about a few things,” I spoke to Sam apprehensive, not sure if I really did want the full details to this gruesome new chapter that had been added to my life.

“Sure. I had a feeling there would be quite a bit you would be curious about,” Sam told me easily. I felt myself starting to like him, though I still held onto my prejudices against him thanks to Jacob’s opinion.

“Well, first off,” I paused, knowing this I was going to sound as ridiculous out loud as it did in my mind. “I’m just guessing from earlier, but I believe it’s safe to say that you don’t need a full moon to transform,”

Sam laughed and I felt a slight blush run up my cheeks. “No, Hollywood doesn’t do a good job at getting their details right. Although, how could they? It’s not like we would go up to them and point out their mistakes.”

“So silver . . .” I trailed off knowing I would just be told it was another faux pas movie writers had come up with.

He laughed again. “No, silver doesn’t harm us. We can transform whenever we like, we don’t feed off of human flesh, we very much still eat like humans, although you might be amazed by the amount of food the pack can consume in one night. Oh, and also being scratched or bitten by us will not make you turn into a werewolf.” Sam told me, gesturing towards me.

“That’s nice to know. I mean, no offense or anything, but I’m not sure how I would feel if you had told me I had the abilities to become a giant wolf.”

Sam gave me a sad smile. “Most of us feel that way when we first find out what we are. We even come to resent it. But there are some perks to being one,”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, what most of us like, is the speed. We can run extremely fast. We can even outrun vampires.” Wow, that is fast. I remember the Cullens practically disappearing with the speed they moved with. “And also, being a werewolf gives you this feeling of belonging. This is going to sound strange, but when we’re in our wolf form, we can hear each other’s thoughts. So we pretty much know everything about everyone. It, in a weird way, makes us all very close to one another and we’re practically family.”

It was quiet again as I process the new information he had given me. The hearing each other’s thoughts reminded me of someone I did not want to think about. Sam looked at me apologetically and said, “Sorry, I’m just going to step out and make a quick phone call. I won’t be long,”

Just as Sam was about to pull the door open, it was opened by a doctor. “Oh, good, you’re awake.” The doctor commented when he saw me fully awake, lying in the hospital’s bed.

Sam excused himself from the doctor and left. The doctor came over to the foot of the bed and examined the clipboard. He smiled at me and introduced himself. “Hello Ms. Swan. I’m Dr. Warren. How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine,” I told him, all things considering. But of course Dr. Warren was asking about how I was feeling physically, not mentally.

“Are you in any pain or uneasiness? Do you have a headache?” he inquired.

Yes, I answered mentally but instead I told him, “No, I’m not in any pain right now.”

“Good,” he wrote something on the clipboard. “Now, with an injury like yours, your cuts shouldn’t take too long to heal, but we did have to give you a few blood transfers because you had lost a fairly large amount of blood by the time you were brought here. The only thing that should concern you is that this is likely to leave permanent scars. I can prescribe to you a cream that will help take away the scaring, but it won’t do too much. If you like, we can discuss plastic surgery. There’s nothing wrong with the shaping of your face or anything like that, it’s just to help repair your skin and to get rid of the scars. You are eighteen.”

I wondered again exactly how bad I was. He was talking about plastic surgery to rid of the scars. Was it that bad? It didn’t really matter much to me. I wasn’t much to look at before this, so it wasn’t as if I was concerned that my looks had been damaged.

“No,” I told the doctor as Sam reentered the room. “I’m not interested in plastic surgery to fix whatever happened.”

“You might want to examine yourself first, and get used to how you now look before you decided,” Dr Warren told me.

“Actually,” Sam interrupted as Dr. Warren produced a hand held mirror, much like ones from the dentist, “I just called Emily Young. She is going to come over here and talk to Bella,”

The man’s eyes flashed as he recognized the name. “Oh, yes. I do believe that would be best,” He put the mirror on one of the stools in the room. The doctor turned to face me. “If you need anything, just call for one of the nurses,” he told me before saying goodbye and exiting the room.

“Emily’s my fiancée,” Sam explained. “Werewolves are dangerous to be around. She’s been in this situation before,” he told me as a heart breaking look of guilt came across his face.

“You said that before,” I said. “That you were dangerous. Why is that?”

“It’s our anger,” he answered me bleakly. “If we get too angry, we can loose control and that makes us transform, hurting those who are near us.”

“So that’s why Jacob attacked me? Billy was teasing him and he got angry?” it sounded a bit of an over reaction to me.

“No quite,” Sam said. “The closer we come to making our first change, our tempers become extremely short and the tiniest thing could set you off. Jacob probably had nothing against you but you were just the closest thing to him.”

I nodded. That made sense. It sounded completely like something Jacob had no control over. I didn’t hold it against him. The door opened again and a woman with earthen colored skin and silky raven black hair walked in.

“Emily,” Sam greeted her. He stood up and walked towards her and they embraced. I looked away and tried to ignore the hole in my chest that that little show of emotion had managed to dig back out.

“Emily, this is Bella,” I heard Sam introduce me. I turned back to them, to see Sam with his arm around this girl. What I saw took my breath away.

The girl was unquestionably extraordinary looking in an exotic way. She was beautiful, or at least it seemed she would have been except there was three vivid red slashed going down the right side of her face. They were fully healed but remained bright red. They marred her face, pulling the right side of her face down in a frown but the left side was kinder looking as she looked at me.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Emily greeted me warmly. She extended her hand out for me to shake and as I took it I noticed the scars went all the way down her arm.

“You too,” I said back. Not wanting to be rude by staring, I dropped my gaze down to my hands which I had now folded on my lap. Sam had told me Emily had been in this situation before. So she too was hurt by a werewolf. Judging by the guilty look Sam had on his face earlier, I guess it was him that had lost control around her. I wondered if I looked like that now.

Emily took the mirror in her hand off the stool, pulled the stood to the side of my bed, and sat on it. She twisted the mirror in her hands. “I’m sure you’ve guessed that my scars came from a werewolf.” She said. I simply nodded so she continued. “And you’re probably wondering if you look like this too,” I didn’t answer but looked at her face again.

“Before I show you how you look,” Emily said. “I just want you to know that I don’t find fault in how I look. I just take it as a part of who I am. It is also partly through my own fault seeing as I was the one who had upset Sam,” Sam opened his mouth to disagree but Emily silenced him with a look.

“So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, there’s nothing wrong with how you look. In a strange way, it makes you even more beautiful. It shows that the people you care about risk their lives for you and others. It also shows that you are special enough to know about this secret. That you can be trusted with it.

“Just keep that in mind when you look at yourself,” she told me, handing me the mirror Dr. Warren had left before. I took it from her, and taking a deep breath, looked at my new reflection.