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Faker

Summary:
Bella Swan is all alone. Her love and his family left her in the town of Forks with nothing. When a deadly disease starts to spread, and Bella catches it, what does she have to live for? Some old friends come in to town, and give her back her will to live. They give her a new life that no one can know about, or it could be their demise. As a well restrained newborn, Bella tries to move on with her life. Can she? faker


Notes:
All charecters except Becka, Aaron, Alex and a few other people I made up all belong to Stephenie Meyer.


7. Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

As I started to drive home, I realized that Charlie wouldn’t be too happy with my new form of transportation. I raced home, making sure to get there before Charlie did. When I got there, I raced up the steps, blurring slightly. I picked up the phone and called the station. When someone picked up, I asked for the chief.

“Bella? What’s wrong?” he demanded immediately.

“Can’t I call you without it being a major emergency?” I asked him with some humor. Even though I wasn’t human anymore, I would try, for Charlie. I wouldn’t be a zombie anymore, even though I was undead.

“You never had before,” he said, clearly surprised my tone. “Is there an emergency?”

“No, I just wanted to tell you I was going down to La Push. To see Jacob.” I said slowly, making sure Charlie would hear.

There was a short pause until he answered. “That’s a great idea, Bella. Do you remember how to get there?” He asked. I could hear the excitement in his voice, and felt a pang of guilt. I had been catatonic, then a zombie, then dying of a deadly disease that sent me even further into despair. I never thought about how much it had hurt him.

“No, I can’t. Could you tell me please? Hear, I have a pen,” I said. He gave the directions to the Black’s house, which I thanked him greatly for. I set out, feeling a bit less depressed than I normally did when I wasn’t with Becka.

As I drove down to La Push in my truck, I sighed. When I was them, I didn’t escape all of the pain. Depending on what we talked about, it was lessened or intensified. I always felt a lot better, almost free, but not quite.

As I got closer to La Push, I started worrying about how Billy would react to seeing me. I guessed that he wouldn’t be too pleased. He probably thought everything had worked out for the best. The creatures from his legends had left, for the most part, and his tribe was safe.

The Black’s house was familiar to me, from my early childhood. It was a small wooden place, with narrow windows, dull red paint. Jacob’s head peeked out of one window before I got out of the truck. I was very careful to make all of my movements slow and human.

Jacob had been very grateful, I remembered, when Charlie bought my truck from Billy. That had saved him from having to drive it, and being able to work on his Rabbit. I loved my truck, but Jacob didn’t like the slow speeds. Slowly, I was starting to agree slightly.

“Bella!” He exclaimed, meeting me halfway to his house. A large grin spread across his face, the bright teeth in contrast with the russet color of hi skin. His hair was out of its traditional pony tail; it framed his face in black satin.

Jacob had grown even more since I last saw him. He had gotten past the point where soft muscle hardened into the lanky build of a teenager. His face was still sweet as I remembered from the time we had been on the beach, though it had hardened as well. His cheeks were hard and sharper, his jaw more square, all traces of childhood roundness gone.

I smiled back t him. “Hey Jacob!” I felt oddly happy, like when I was with my coven, except this was different. More natural, lighter. Everything seemed to click into place when I was around him. I had forgotten how much I liked Jacob Black.

I stared at him in wonder as he came closer to me. “You grew again! How is that possible?” I said with a laugh.

He laughed in reply. “Six five in counting,” he said in satisfaction. His voice was a bit deeper, but still husky.

“Are you ever going to stop growing?” I asked in disbelief. “You’re huge!”

“Still a beanpole,” he grimaced. “Come inside, you’re getting all wet!” he said, leading me inside.

“Dad, look who stopped by,” he called out.

Billy, who was in the square living room, looked up from the book he was reading. He wheeled himself forward when he saw me.

“Well, what do you now? It’s nice to see you, Bella!” He shook my hand. It was lost in his wide grasp. “So, what brings you down here? Is Charlie okay?”

“Yes, he’s fine. I just wanted to come see Jacob—I haven’t seen him in forever.”

Jacobs’s eyes brightened at that. His grin was so big I worried that his cheeks would hurt.

“Can you stay for dinner?” Billy asked eagerly.

“No, I’ve got to feed him, you know.”

“I’ll call him now. He’s always invited to come down.” Billy suggested.

I laughed, trying to hide my discomfort. I couldn’t eat food, and I didn’t want to seem rude. “It’s not like you’ll never see me again. I’ll be down enough for you to get sick of me.”

Billy laughed. “Okay, next time, I guess.”

“so, Bella, what would you like to do?’ Jacob asked me excitedly.

“I don’t care. What were you doing before I came and interrupted?” I was oddly comfortable here. Almost as comfortable as I was with my coven, or them.

He hesitated. “Well, I was going down to the garage to work on my car, but we could do something else…”

“No, that’s a good idea! I’d like to see you’re car!”

“Okay,” he said uncertainly. “It’s out back, behind the house.”

This is going good, I thought to myself. I would be able to show him my motorcycles without Billy noticing.

I let him lead me to the back, past the thick strand of trees and shrubbery. The garage was nothing more than a few preformed sheds bolted together with their interiors knocked out. In the shelter, on cinder blocks, was, to me, a completed car.

“What kind of Volkswagen is that?” I asked.

“Its just an old Rabbit—1986, a real classic.”

“How’s it doing?”

“It’s almost done,” he said cheerfully. His voice dropped into a lower key. “My dad made good on his promise last spring.”

“Oh,” I said quietly.

He seemed to notice my hesitation on the subject. I fought not to remember last May, the prom. His dad had bribed him with money and car parts to give me a message there. Billy had wanted me to stay away from the most important people in my life. It seemed his concern wasn’t necessary any more. I was more than safe now; I couldn’t be harmed by almost anything.

“Jacob, what do you know about motorcycles?” I asked.

“A bit. My friend Embry has a dirt bike. We work on it together now and then. Why?”

“Well…” I considered what to say. I wasn’t sure if he could keep a secret, but I really wanted to do this. “I recently got a couple of bikes, and they’re not in the greatest condition. I was hoping you could get them to run?”

He seemed pleased with the challenge. “Cool. I’ll give it a try. Where are they?”

I held up a finger in warning. “The only problem is, no one can know. Charlie would kill me, especially after just getting out of the hospital.”

He nodded. “Sure, sure. You know, you don’t seem that sick.” He remarked. I just shrugged. I had gone through this with all of the doctors, too.

“I’m not anymore. I guess I just needed fresh air, and once I did, I got better really fast. They’re going to let me go back to school in a week or so.”

He nodded. “You’re pretty lucky, I guess. A lot of other people…” he trailed off. I knew he wanted to say how unlucky they were compared to me, but realized I wouldn’t want to talk about it. He was right.

“I’ll pay you for helping with the bikes,” I assured him while changing the subject. He looked offended.

“Of course not! I want to help; you can’t pay me.”

“Um, how about a trade then? I’ll give you one of the bikes, and you can show me how to ride it?”

“Sweet.” He said, smiling. I paused.

“Wait, are you even legal yet? How old are you?”

“I’m sixteen; you missed my birthday.” He teased, pretending to be offended.

“Not that that ever stopped you before,” I muttered. “Sorry about your birthday.”

“It’s okay. I missed yours, so we’re even. How old are you now? Forty?” He laughed.

I looked away. “You’re close.”

“We’ll have a joint party to make up for it.”

“Sounds like it’s a date.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle at that. I needed to reign in his enthusiasm before he got the wrong idea. I hadn’t felt this buoyant for a long time.

“Maybe the bikes could be our presents to us,” I added. He nodded.

I led him out to my truck to show him the bikes. He frowned at them, but didn’t say anything. We silently got them out of the truck and led them around the house so Billy wouldn’t see us.

“These aren’t that bad, actually. These could be worth something when they’re fixed. This one is an old Harley Sprint.”

“You can have that one then.” I told him firmly. He looked up at me, but didn’t protest.

“These will take some cash, though, to fix them up. We’ll need to save up for new parts.” He said, looking down at the blackened metal.

“There is no we. I will pay for the parts. You’re doing the labor for free remember?”

“I’m not sure…” he mumbled.

“I have some money saved. College fund, stuff like that.” I told him. Who cared about doing college now? I could do that the next time around.

Jacob nodded. It seemed to make perfect sense to him.

We walked back into the makeshift garage, I thought about all of my recent luck. Being saved by Becka, and now this. It was working out perfect. Jacob Black was a gift from God.