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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.


8. Chapter 8

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Chapter 8 - Delivery

The sun was shining through my window, and I woke up, rolling over. As soon as I did, I landed with a loud thump on the floor.

Jesus christ, I thought, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and standing up. What time is it?

I glanced at the clock and groaned. It was only seven. I hadn't slept a full night in weeks.

Still, though, the excitement slowly crept into me as I thought of what I was going to be doing today. By the time I got into the shower, I was whistling. The tune was nothing in particular, but it was enough to get Billy's attention.


"What has you all happy?" He asked as I practically ran into the kitchen to grab a granola bar. I didn't need breakfast today - though the more I thought about it, I was hungry - there were other more important things to do.

"Nothing," I said, trying to sound sincere. He narrowed his eyes; obviously, I didn't fool him.


"Okay." Thankfully, he decided not to push it, and rolled away towards the livingroom, still shaking his head. I held back a chuckle.

"I'm going out. Be back later," I yelled in his direction, swallowing the granola bar in one gulp and running out the door. I heard him yell something behind me, but I was too excited about what I was about to do, so I didn't pay attention.


Until something hit my in the back of my head with a loud thump.

"Damnit," I muttured under my breath, stopping abruptly and rubbing my head. Somehow, that had managed to actually hurt. Maybe Billy was stronger than I gave him credit for.

My curiosity at what he threw at me was conflicting with my urge - no, need - to see Sarah, and I fought with myself a minute before deciding that I really should check and see what he threw at me. If he had been that eager to get my attention, it was probably something I shouldn't ignore. Though, I really didn't have the time to waste right now..

Sighing, I bent down and picked up a small bundle of blue cloth on the ground. My sweatpants.


"Oh," I said, smirking. This would certainly make things a lot easier. Phasing in jeans was never a good idea.

I tied the sweatpants around my ankle with the cord that always stayed in my pocket now before phasing and running off into the forest. Now was the difficult part. How was I supposed to find her?

My eyes scanned the forest quickly for an idea when Embry's voice popped into my head.


You're really not too bright, are you?

I growled playfully. Normally, his ribbing would have earned him a nice wrestling match, but I didn't have the time today.


Don't you remember anything from yesterday? He asked, a hint of awe in his tone.

Why don't you just tell me already, before I make it so you can't remember anything from yesterday.

He laughed. Fine, touchy touchy. She has to go to Carlisle's office today, remember? Something about making an appointment for this afternoon...

He trailed off as I started to remember, and I glared at the ground. Damnit! I'm going to have to go to their crypt just to see her. This sucks.

Have fun, he mocked.


Oh yeah, loads, I spat, phasing back and slipping on my sweat pants. As I pulled them on, something small and silver fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up, and grinned when I did so. I had to remember to thank Billy later - right now, my cell phone was probably the one thing I needed most. This way, maybe I could at least get out of having to go to their house. Just the thought made me shudder.

The ground was dry, and it was warm enough out for me to get away with sitting in public shirtless, so I ran to First Beach and sat on a piece of driftwood, staring out into the ocean. It was relaxing, and I realized that it was probably best for me to call when I was calm. Sighing, I picked up the phone and dialed the Cullen's number, hoping Carlisle would answer so I wouldn't have to go through Edward.


"Hello?" A musical voice rang through the phone. It was way too high-pitched to be a guy. Great. I could only hope it was the fortune telling one so that they wouldn't ask too many questions.

"Um, this is Jacob Black. Is Carlisle there?"

"Hold on, please," they said politely, and I heard the phone being placed down on the counter. My eyes wandered impatiently over the horizon and I could feel my foot tapping nervously in the sand, but had no control over it.

A short time later, I heard the phone being moved again and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"Hello?" A clearly male voice asked. Thank god, it was Carlisle.


"Carlisle? This is Jacob Black. I was wondering..." I trailed off, unsure how to finish.


"If you could have Sarah's number?" He asked, his tone amused. I felt a surge of relief flood through me. Obviously, he had already been informed. Probably by Alice. I'd have to thank her later, if I ever saw her again.

"Actually, yes."

"Why don't you ask her yourself? She'll be here in an hour or so. You're welcome to come by."

I grimaced. "I'm not sure that would be such a good idea."

"Don't worry, we don't bite," I heard someone chime in from the background. It sounded like another male - probably the big one that had tried to attack Paul awhile ago.

I laughed dryly. "Yeah, well, I'll think about it. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Did you need anything else?" Carlisle asked.

"No, thanks. Bye," I mumbled, hanging up before I could hear his response. No matter how much I had to deal with them for Bella's sake, absolutely nothing could make me comfortable with talking to them for long periods of time.

It felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders as I jogged back to my place to grab the rabbit and a bite to eat before heading to the Cullen's. I had a good half hour to burn, and I could get to their crypt in about fifteen minutes, if I really pushed it. Plus, I was starving. Hopefully Billy wouldn't mind going to the store later.

I hurried around the kitchen, throwing together a large bowl of cereal and some toast - a small meal, but I didn't want to spend too much time eating - and then sat down on the sofa to eat. Just as I was finishing up, the doorbell rang.

"Coming," I muttered, setting my bowl on the coffee table and walking to the door. When I flung it open, a small guy in a brown suit was standing, holding a clipboard and a cardboard box.

"Um... is Jacob B-Black here?" He stuttered, his eyes flickering nervously from my eyes to the muscles on my arms.


I held back a grin. "I'm Jake. What's up?"

"I, uh... I have a delivery for you?" It came out as more of a question, and when I reached for the package he practically threw it at me before I could get my hand anywhere near him. This time, I couldn't refrain from chuckling a little. He looked at me questioningly before shaking his head and staring back down at his clipboard.

"Thanks," I said.


He sighed nervously and picked up a pen, handing it to me. "Sign this, please."

I nodded my head and signed obediently before handing him back his pen and going back inside. The package was light, and there was no return address on the box. Immediately, my curiosity was peaked. Who would send me a package?

My big fingers made it hard for me to open the box carefully, but somehow I managed. Inside was a letter, and an even smaller box wrapped in styrofoam. I decide to open the letter first.


Jacob, it read.

I'm not sure how you're doing right now, or if you even want to hear from me. But I couldn't not send you a letter - not send you something - before I went through with the change. In the box is your wolf charm that you gave me. We'll be mortal enemies now, Jake, as much has we both have been trying to avoid it. Having a constant reminder of you would only hurt me, not help me. I hope you can find someone more worthy than me to give it to. That girl at the reception seemed nice; I've met her a few times when she's come to the house for some kind of appointment. She's pretty, too.

Edward really doesn't approve of me writing this, but he understands that I need to, so I'll make it short, for his sake. I said goodbye, sort of, at the reception, but I knew you deserved more. I still care about you, Jacob, and even if we'll probably never see eachother again, you'll always have a special place in my heart.

I'll be changed tomorrow, and we'll be staying up in Denali until I can stand to be around humans. There's no return address on this - I couldn't let you have my new address in case you decided to come looking for me. I promise never to be a part of your life again; to complicate it with my seemingly unavoidable attraction to danger.

Stay strong, Jake. Love you always.

Bella

I blinked, trying to hold back the tears. As much as I knew we weren't meant to be, especially now that I had found Sarah, that didn't make hearing this news any easier. Tomorrow. Tomorrow my best friend would be turned into my worst enemy. And there was absolutely nothing I could do to change that. What was worse was that she was already starting to sound like him. The way she spoke, it was almost cold; uncaring. I thought I knew her better than that, but apparently she was right all along.

Apparently, I barely knew the girl I so desperately clung to.


Normally, I would have phased, just to calm down. This time, though, the anger and hurt transformed into determination. I was determined to make sure things with Sarah turned out perfect. I would love her, and I would care about her, and I would be made for her as she was made for me.


Even if, somewhere deep down inside, a small part of my heart would always be Bella's.

That was the best I could do.