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Summary:
Post Eclipse WITH spoilers. Jacob x OC Chapter 1 - My Bella
Chapter 2 - Home
Chapter 3 - Epiphany
Chapter 4 - Confrontation
Chapter 5 - Truce
Chapter 6 - Sarah
Chapter 7 - Cancer
Chapter 8 - Delivery
Chapter 9 - Morte
Chapter 10 - Sino
Chapter 11 - Revealed
Chapter 12 - Agony
Chapter 13 - Killer {Just added 8/27!}


Notes:
DISCLAIMER: The only characters I own are the random patients of Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Sarah. All of the other characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. The plot is also mine, but I must credit Ms. Meyer again, because if she had not created these lovely characters in the first place, I wouldn't be able to toy with them as I do now.


11. Chapter 11

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fChapter 11- Revealed

My hands shook slightly on the wheel as I pulled into Sarah's driveway. I had debated on just running - it would have been faster - but it seemed to suspicous. After tonight, she would probably already be afraid of me. How would she feel if I showed up at her house half naked when it was somewhat chilly outside?

I shook my head and focused. A particularly violent shudder went down my spine and I took a deep breath, waiting. I needed to make sure I was completely calm before I talked to Sarah. Slowly, I opened the door and got out, being careful to close it lightly behind me.

A small shadow appeared in the window and before I could take a step towards the house, Sarah was walking out the front door. I smiled. She seemed just as excited to see me as I was to see her.

"Hey, Jake!" She said, hugging me.

I hugged her back, squeezing gently, before letting go and stepping back slightly. "Hey."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment before Sarah got impatient. "So," she prompted. "You said you wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," I said, and my voice almost cracked. "Is there somewhere more... private?"

She nodded as though she understood, but I saw the way her brows pulled together slightly in confusion. "I guess we can go inside. I'm home alone for awhile."

"Okay," I said, gesturing for her to lead the way.

She walked slowly into the house, glancing behind her at me every so often. When we reached the front door she frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry to ask this but... would you mind taking your shoes off?" She asked suddenly.

I laughed. "Not at all."

"Thanks," she sounded relieved. As if I wouldn't do anything for her! "My parents would kill me if I got the carpet dirty.

I grinned at her and took my shoes off. She did the same, and then opened the door, taking my hand and guiding me over the threshold.

It was a small house, and though it had appeared to be two stories from the outside, in reality it was only one with a small loft. I could see a bed in the loft above, and judging by the barbie dolls I could see scattered haphazardly in front of the railing, it definitely wasn't Sarah's room. When I looked to my right, my eyes met a small kitchen and two closed doors, which I assumed were bedrooms. I was standing in some sort of a livingroom, and to my left there was a small little bathroom. The lineoleum tile merged unevenly with the tan carpet in the livingroom about an inch from the doorframe. I smiled. It was perfect, just like Sarah.

Sarah stopped and turned around, pointing at all the different rooms and identifying them as I had guessed. Finally, she reached the room we were in. "And this is the livingroom, obviously."

I laughed and she smiled, walking over to sit on a small sofa. I hesitated, and she patted the seat next to her. "Come on, I don't bite."

I reluctantly went to sit next to her. Would she want me this close to her when I finally got up the courage to say what I had to?

"Jake...?" She asked, and I knew she wanted me to start talking.

I sighed. "Do you trust me?"

She answered without hesitation. "Of course!"

"Sarah..." I took a deep breath. "I love you."

She looked at me inquiringly for a moment before smiling. "I love you too, Jake. Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

I almost rolled my eyes. She had no idea what I meant when I said I loved her. How could she? As far as she knew, I meant that I loved her like a friend, a sister, a comrade.

"No, Sarah," I said, frowning slightly. "That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" She asked.

"I mean that I love you," I blurted before I could stop myself. "I love you more than anything and everything. I'd die for you, and I can't imagine having to live without you. Damnit Sarah, when you told me you were going to die..."

I saw the moisture gathering in her eyes and I bit my tongue, staring at the floor. A small tap on my shoulder made me turn back in her direction, and a small smile lingered on her face.

"Jake, I'm... touched," she said. "But how? How can we feel this way so soon?"

I tried my best not to gape. We? She felt the same way I did? My heart lept in ecstasy.

Focus, I scolded myself. "I have an explaination for that, too."

"What?" Her voice was skeptical, as though she couldn't come up with anything that I could possibly say to explain what we were feeling.

"I've imprinted on you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"You've... what?"

"I've imprinted on you, because you're my soul mate. And that's what werewolves do when they find their soulmate."

Her face was carefully blank as she absorbed my information, and then understanding slowly dawned on her face. Her mouth dropped slightly and I could feel the tension building in the small house.

"You're... you're a werewolf?" She stuttered.

I could only nod.

She sat there for a few minutes before standing up. She turned around like she was going to say something once or twice before walking over to the door.

"I think I need some fresh air," she mumbled.

Then she was gone.

My heart broke as she walked out the door, but my mind kept reprimanding me. She loves you, she loves you, she loves you. I repeated it over and over again, attempting to remain sane while I waited for her to return.

I waited for as long as I possibly could when I got worried and walked outside, looking for her. She wasn't there, and I sighed, running quickly into the forest and morphing. As soon as I was in wolf form, I took a deep breath, inhaling and looking for her scent.

It was easy to find. But another scent - strictly icy, and sweet, so sweet it bruned my nose - hung in the air. And it was strangely familiar.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I growled almost inaudibly.

Sarah was in the forest. And a vampire was nearby.

My heart sped up as I pushed my legs as fast as I could go, following her scent. I only hoped I could make it there in time.