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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!}

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.

9. Chapter 9

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Chapter 9 - Morte

The wolf charm ended up at the bottom of my sock drawer, after searching for a long time for the right place to put it. I wouldn't forget her; I wouldn't keep her constantly on my mind.

As soon as I had that taken care of, I jumped into my car and started it with a bang, pressing my foot as hard as I could on the gas pedal. She would be there in ten minutes, and it would take me fifteen to get there. Hopefully Carlisle wasn't going to let her out of there too quickly.

As the space between La Push and me grew continuously further apart, I felt my guard go up. It feel downright... creepy. Lurking around in vampire territory was not something werewolves were known to do for fun. I was probably breaking some world record here.

Their driveway seemed to take the longest - probably because I was going cautiously slow - but when I finally reached the end, I stopped right before their front steps. I turned the car off and sat back against the seat, clenching and unclenching my hands around the steering wheel.

"You can do this. You can do this," I repeated over and over, finally gaining the courage to open the door and walk the small flight of stairs to their house. I rang the doorbell and waited, impatiently tapping my foot the entire time. When a women with tears staining her cheeks flung the door open and ran past me, I looked back at her with suprise. Just what had happened in there? Had those bloodsuckers hurt her?

"It's not what you think." My head snapped back in the direction of the house when the doctor bloodsucker's voice was suddenly right at my ear.

"Then please, explain," I snarled, stepping forward and looking around frantically for Sarah. "And where is Sarah?"

He gestured for me to sit down and I shook my head fiercely, still glaring at him. "No, I'd rather stand."

He shrugged. "Okay, then. Maybe we should wait for Sarah?"

I nodded again, this time in agreement, and followed Carlisle's stare to the stairway. There, walking down the steps, was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Sarah.

"Thank god," I mumbled under my breath. Carlisle smiled slightly, but it was sad. Why was everyone around here sad?

"Hey, Jacob," Sarah muttered, her voice sullen.

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I just..." Before she could finished she had started crying again, and I automatically ran forward and pulled her into my arms. She buried her neck into my shoulder and I sighed, reveling in the contact, before feeling the muscles in my stomach clench and unclench nervously.

"Sarah?" I pressed after a few minutes. She sniffled and looked up, then blushed.

"I'm sorry, I know I don't know you very well it's just... Well I feel like I've known you forever and.."

I ran a hand along her cheek to calm her down. "It's okay. Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll try and help."

"That's just it though," she explained, her chin quivering. I could tell she was on the verge of tears again, so I took her hand and squeezed it gently. She smiled softly in appreciation before continuing. "I... Oh God. Jacob, I'm dying."

I froze. This couldn't be happening, not now. Not after I had just found her. My arms shook and I held her even tighter, trying to calm myself and her at the same time. Her sobs were now mixing with my own, and I didn't bother to hide the tears that streaked down my face. How could God do such a thing? How could he be so cruel and heartless as to take an angel from the world in which she belongs?

But that's just it, something in me countered. This wasn't where she belonged. A world full of monsters - leeches who sucked your blood and wolves who could explode and attack out of no where - was no place for an angel. I released my grip slightly as I realized this.

She deserved to know who I was before things went any further. And things would go further, if I had any say in it. I would make sure she lived to see her wedding day, and preferably that wedding day would be with me. The only problem was, she hardly knew me. And she probably would think I was crazy if I told her I wanted to marry her when I barely knew her.

The only way she would understand is if I told her everything. About vampires, werewolves, imprinting. Everything. But would she accept that? Could she? Did she even need to worry about all of that on top of her own problems?

I shook my head slightly and cleared my throat, pushing her away gently. "Sarah, you will not die."

She quirked an eyebrow slightly, but didn't say anything. Apparently, my voice had been a little bit more passionate than I had intended.

"What I mean is, I'll do everything I can to stop it from happening."

She smiled, but it was still melancholy. "You really are a great guy."

When her small hand reached up to caress my cheek softly, I grabbed it with my own and squeezed before lowering both of our hands into our laps. With my free hand, I grabbed her chin and tilted her face so she could see into my eyes.

"Sarah," I breathed, trying to lock her in my gaze.


"I.." Should I tell her how I felt? Should I express myself to her, and pray that she understood? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was just over-reacting. Now was not the time. "I think you'd better go."

She looked slightly disappointed at my change in tone, and I frowned. She deserved so much better than me, but I wasn't going to give her up. Ever.

I stood up and pulled her up with me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed tightly. Had I been normal, the hug probably would have knocked the breath out of me.

"Geez," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. "For someone who is supposedly dying, you're pretty strong. Are you sure you're not just lying so that you can get me to stick around?"

"Oh yeah," she replied. "Definately."

I smiled, and she giggled slightly before sighing and looking towards the doorway.

"Well, I'll see you later, okay?" She said, turning away.

"Wait!" I couldn't believe I had almost forgotten. Again.

"Yeah?" She turned back around, and her expression was hopeful again.

I smiled. "Could I have your number? You know, incase you need to talk or anything."

Her smile widened. "Of course."

I was about to find a pen when she took one from her pocket and pulled my palm towards her. For a minute I was confused, until I realized that she had gotten the pen from Esme - the mother bloodsucker, who was now standing a few feet from us. I nodded my thanks and looked back down at Sarah as she finished off her number with a heart.

"Bye," she said, waving and running towards the door.

"See you," I replied.

As soon as Sarah left, Esme turned back towards me with a sad, pitying smile on her face.

"I know how you feel," she said before turning away and walking from the room.

I grimaced. This was not going to be easy. I had to put up with the leeches, and at the same time, I had to try and save the woman I loved from dying. How was I supposed to battle cancer and my instincts at the same time? It seemed like Sarah might been even more of a damn pain in the ass than Bella.

But hell, if I didn't love her more than life itself.