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Two different people. Two different lives. Both running away from things they couldn't handle and didn't want to face. But a head on collision between the wounded Jacob and cunning Luz Maria maybe worth more trouble than facing the demons before them. (FIN : WASHOUT)


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Disclaimer : All of the characters, situations, places, and ideas belong to their rightful owners. This story is not my speculation for what will occur in Breaking Dawn, but simply something that occurred after Eclipse. If that made any sense...


11. Tristan Henry

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I step out the shower, towel around me. Today, I will further my plans with Jacob. The sun filters in through the window as I get dry and dressed. I open the door.

Someone is standing against my doorway. I blink. No one is there. My heart speeds up ten times. I need to calm down.

I walk out the bathroom and into my room. I feel someone behind me. I turn around. My heart jumps out of my chest. There, against the doorway is Tristan Henry.

"Tristan. What are you doing here?"

His grin is enough to make Mother Teresa weak. His black hair is cut in the latest style, with a rough edge. His eyes are flecked with red. Tristan's face is every model’s object of envy. He truly looks different, otherworldly, with his pale almost greyish, porcelain skin. His face is smooth and every shadow plays with his features in the most beguiling way.

I hate him. Well, I do now. I used to have a crush on him. Eons ago. I now remember why.

"My, my. How we've grown . . . " His eyes size me up. I frown.

"I liked it better when I thought you were dead."

He laughs. His cold smooth voice is as steely as his eyes.

"And I liked it better when I thought you were on my side. Apparently, we were both wrong."

"You should leave now."

"Really? Because I think I want to stick around a bit longer."

He is suddenly behind me and breathes in my scent. My neck tingles, and I am held in suspense. His frozen lips make contact with my warm body. He speaks softly against my neck.

"Did I ever tell you how . . . ," he inhales sharply. "How ravishing you smell? So sweet and delicious . . . I . . . And with these fresh wounds on your body. Very tempting Luz."

I pull away from him. He looks up, eyes more tinged with red than before. They are mischievous.

"This is not the place nor time, considering there won't ever be a place or time."

"We'll see about that. You and I, we have business to settle, as you're well aware."

"I thought you were gone."

He laughs mirthlessly, arms open.

"I'm still here darling."

"So no one is dead?"

"Your little friends put up quite the show. And the other coven took the heat for us. In fact, Ian and I are the only ones still left."

"But you were gone before Stefan."

"The Weavers were good. Very good. But Ian and me, we're not stupid darling. You know that. Stefan and his little friends, then those dirty mongrels, they were good too. Ian and I, we're not stupid. But you are."

I glare at him.

"Oh, of course. I truly am the stupid one. Because only a fool, one such as myself, can manage to indirectly kill three covens and a skin walker pack."

Tristan's face twists, and in a flash, his hand is on my neck, a grip too tight, choking me.

"Listen to me Luz Maria. What you have done you will pay for dearly. And I'll make sure to make you suffer. Your death shall be at my hand. "

"I’m. Waiting"

He releases me with brutality, for I end up on the floor.

"I'll be seeing you Luz. You have no idea what storm will head your way. You'll be wishing you were dead."

He is gone.

"No. I’ve been wishing you were dead. And Ian. And Diego."

This is not working. Why did he have to come? Mary in Heaven! Why can't I ever win? Not even once! This complicates everything. Crap. How can I get Jacob to help me now? What do I do? Does Tristan know about the pack here? Dirty scoundrel. I hate them all. Burn. Burn. Burn.

But wait! Diego only knew about Stefan. He didn't know about the Henry and Weaver covens. Haha! And Jacob doesn't know anything. Sam only knows what Diego tells him and his own feelings.

I need to get to Jacob before they do.

***

I arrive at La Push tired. I practically ran here.

I knock on Jacob's door.

"Mr. Black. Hello. I'm . . . "

"He's in the garage."

"Thank you." I walk in, and step outside.

Before I even make any noise, Jacob's head comes from under the hood. He scrunches his face in disgust.

"What is that smell?"

"What smell?" He looks at me.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Why do you smell like that?"

"Like what? I just took a shower. I use soap and deodorant."

"No. It's not like that. Do you use perfume?"

"No . . . "

His eyes narrow and become suspicious. "Where were you?"

"I said I just took a shower. Where do you think I was?"

He scowls. "Were you with anyone?"

"Of course. Don’t you shower with people?" My face darkens.

He shakes his head. " Forget it."

"Dude! What is that stench? Did you let the leeches in? ...."

I turn around to Embry, the one who had welcomed me to Washington. He stops.

"Leeches?" Yes. So he is a werewolf too. So I take it that they too can recognize the scent of a vampire. I should have figured that out earlier.

"Yeah. It’s um . . . A song. You know . . . That stench. That stench. You must have let the leeches . . . "

"No. I haven't heard about it."

Embry shrugs and sits down in a chair he pulls away from me. Far away from me.

"So Jacob, is it almost done?"

"Not really."

I move closer. I want to observe how he acts around me. He tenses. He looks up at me.

"Yes?"

"I"m just watching what you’re doing . . . Is there something wrong with that? ," I ask innocently.

He grunts. "I guess not."

He continues to work tensely, gripping onto his tools tight. He drops one. I move quickly and pick it up. A look of utter disgust and repulsion meets my face.

"Go into my room, and take a shirt out the drawer. Keep it."

Aha. So this smell is really bad. I wonder how his smell will affect Tristan.

"Why?"

"You know what, Embry, go get it for her."

Embry, who also seemed tense, and holding his breath, takes the chance and jumps out the door.

"I...I can’t exactly explain to you, I can only say you smelled better, a thousand times better, before you . . . did whatever it was you did before you came here."

He speaks the latter in a suspicious manner, almost watching my reactions.

"I smell the same to me."

He lets out a mirthless laugh. He smirks. "Of course you do."

"You don’t believe me." I smile like a child. I can be charming when necessary.

"Well it’s not the air I’m breathing."

"Maybe something is reminding you of something else. Memories can trigger certain smells Jacob."

His gaze sharpens, and I change the conversation. "Why a shirt of yours?"

"Unless you plan on walking back to your house then back here, or just walking around without a shirt, I wouldn’t complain."

I glare at him. He grins. "I smell good."

"I’m sure you do."

Embry walks in with a black shirt. He throws it to me. I slip it over my clothes. They inhale.

"Better."

"By ten."

I must play along, but not get caught in this web. I sniff the shirt. Yes. It does smell good. Mmm. It smells like Jacob . . . Wait. My eyes open wide. The guys are looking at me. Jacob is smirking, a smug look on his face. Embry just looks at me awkwardly, as if he’s interrupting something.

"Told you I smell good."

"Was this used? ," I ask, a bit of repulsion hanging on the edge of my voice. I look at Embry.

"It was on the bed,"

Jacob glances at him. "What corner?"

"Left."

A smile creeps up on his face. "Embry, that shirt is dirty! Ha!"

I stiffen. "Not gonna take it off Luz?"

I shift my gaze at Jacob and glare. His grins impishly.

"Embry, if you would be so kind as to rip this rancid piece of clothing off my back, I would be very grateful."

"Hey! It’s only dirty."

"And soaked with your sweat."

"That doesn’t mean you have you rip it into shreds."

"In case your ideas were misconstrued, I don’t want your sweat on me Jacob Black. I don’t want anyone’s sweat on me."

His look darkens, and Embry stifles a laugh.

"Sure sure Luz," he says sarcastically.

I smile. "Now Jacob, don’t feel bad. I still think you’re cute."

He scoffs. "Cute? I’m frickin’ hot! On fire!"

Embry starts to laugh, and I join.

"I’m not joking! ," Jacob starts to whine.

"Well you’re funny either"--

"Luz! ," Billy Black’s voice calls from inside. We all stop laughing.

I walk inside. "Yes Mr. Black?"

"Your parents are on the phone." He hands me the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes. Lu, we’re going to be running a little bit late."

"Why? What happened?"

"Ian."

Oh no. Crap.

"How did you get this number?"

"We’re with Officer Swan right now."

"But what happened?"

My mother gets on the phone. Her voice is hushed and panicky. She speaks in Spanish.

"We were on our way home from Port Angeles when we saw him. He saw us, and figured you were with us. He damaged the car, attacked your father and now we’re at the police station. Look, we’ve gotta go. Be careful. I don’t know what to tell you. Stay with Diego."

Diego? Is she mad? He wants to kill me too. Oh, what a marvelous day this is coming out to be.

"Lu? We’ve gotta go. I’m gonna be taken to the hospital with your mom. I was hurt pretty badly. We may end up seeing you tomorrow."

No. No. Why? What kind of irresponsible parents are you? "Okay Dad. I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow."

"Take care. Be careful. He knows."

"Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it." I take care of everything.

The dial tone sounds in my ear. I hand to the phone to Mr. Black.

"Is everything all right?" My solemn face has caught his attention. I brighten up.

"Yes, everything’s okay. Thank you. May I use the bathroom?"

"Sure, sure. It’s down the hall, make a left."

I smile gratefully and make my way back there. I put the toilet seat down, and sit on the cover.

What am I going to do?

Ian hurt my father.

Tristan knows where I live.

Diego knows where live.

Diego, Tristan and Ian want me dead.

Everyone else is clueless.

Except Sam, though it’s all speculation for him, allowing Diego hasn’t let out a lot. Diego doesn’t know about Tristan and Ian and they don’t know about him. The wolves don’t know about them, and they don’t know about the wolves.

Perhaps this web was more complex than I thought I was making it. This tangles up everything. Arachne didn’t know what she did when she challenged Athena. Whom am I challenging? Fate?

I could ask to stay here with Jacob. No. Too risky. And too soon. I don’t even know him well enough for something like that. No way Diego. If he finds out about the vampires, I’m in even more trouble. Truthfully, I’d rather die at Tristan’s hands than Diego’s. Less messier. All Tristan’s gonna do is suck the life out of me. Literally.

I laugh at my dark humor.

Diego, on the other hand will tear me into to shreds. There will be no way to identify me, excluding DNA testing, though I doubt anyone will bother testing the DNA of the pieces of minced meat of some drifter found in the woods.

I suppose I’ll go home. I’ll have to put Tristan off. I just need to make sure no one finds out about each other. Easier said than done.

I wonder if spiders ever run out of silk . . .

Jacob Black

She thinks that I’m cute. Cute. She said it like I was a little kid.

"Are you listening to me?"

I turn my attention to Embry. "Yeah."

He doesn’t believe me. I wouldn’t either.

"I said isn’t it weird how she smelled like them?"

"Yeah. It is. I don’t know why though."

"Sam is convinced something is wrong with her."

"Maybe there is. Maybe there isn’t."

"But why did she smell like a vampire? And it wasn’t even lightly. It was like one of them was all over her. In her clothes, on her skin."

I glare at Embry. He’s getting carried away, and my thoughts are leaving their proper place. I don’t need to think about her now.

"Well if he was, it’s not anyone we know."

"We should keep an eye out."

"Yeah. Look. Here she comes."

Luz walks in, a distant look on her face.

"What’s wrong?"

"Someone attacked my father. He’s in the hospital. Damaged the car too."

Hurt her father? Damaged the car? How can she just keep calm like that? Embry voices my thoughts.

"What? How? What happened?"

"I don’t know. But they won’t be back until tomorrow."

"What are you going to do? ," I ask.

She turns her empty glance to me and shrugs. "Go home before it gets dark. Scour my house for intruders. Lock the windows and shut the doors. Or however that works."

Why would she feel it was a direct crime? That someone would come after her?

"Are you okay though?"

She glances at me, mind on something else. "Yeah. I’m fine."

"You sure?"

She smiles and glares at me. "No. Of course I’m fine. I don’t care at all about how my family is doing. I mean," she raises her voice, "no reasonable person would care, right?"

"Well you don’t have to yell at me! It’s not my fault your dad was attacked! ," I yell back. I’m losing my temper.

"You want yelling? Get me mad! Go ahead, get me mad! It just pisses me off when people ask stupid questions. Are you okay? Would you be okay if your pops was attacked by some psycho stalker? Huh?!"

I begin to shake, just slight tremors, as she heats up the fire already started within.

"Well kill me for giving a damn! I try to be nice to you, and all you do is take what I’ve given you and vomit on it and hand it back! What the hell is your problem Luz Maria?"

She looks at me with a face of anger and confusion. "Screw you Jacob Black."

She glares at me once more, as Embry glances nervously at me. Control, control, control.

"Have a good evening Embry."

Luz walks out of the garage.

"What the hell is her problem?"

"I don’t know. But she seemed kind of on edge after her parents called."

"Not my fault." I glance out to the front where I see Luz marching out toward the main road.

"And I want my shirt back! ," I shout at her. She stops and glares at me.

She takes it off without a struggle. "Keep it you mangy . . . "

She stops, suddenly careful of the last word she’s going use to insult me. Luz stops and dramatically throws the shirt on the ground. What was she going to finish that sentence with?

"Real mature."

"You would know." She walks away into the dimming light.

"You’re not just going to let her go are you?" I hear a familiar voice. Embry and I turn around.

Leah?! What was she doing here? How is she ever here? Why?

"How did you get in here?"

"I was already in. Talking to your dad. God. You and that girl argue like there’s no one around. Keep it down next time."

"By the looks of it, I doubt there’ll be a next time."

"Well you’ve just screwed yourself over Jake. Good job."

I glare at Leah. "What are you getting out of this? Enjoyment from my failure with girls?"

"Or the entire human population?" I glare at Embry. He smiles back weakly.

"I’m just trying to help you out. It’s more for the pack. We’re all tired of hearing you gripe and moan about Bella. Move on Jacob. There went your chance."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Do you want her to even be your friend?"

I glare at Leah.

***

She couldn’t have gotten too far . . .

Yes. Okay. I admit it. Leah somehow convinced me to go after Luz. Embry reminded me about earlier, so maybe I could to some investigating. Yeah. That’s why I came.

I squint. There she is. Coming up to the Cullen’s.

"Luz wait!"

Luz Maria

I turn to the sound of Jacob’s voice. No. No.

This isn’t supposed to work out this way. I threw my fit so that this wouldn’t happen. So that I may be left alone, and Tristan wouldn’t find out. I need to stop him now.

"What?" I stop and walk toward him.

"I just wanted to make sure nothing happened . . . "

"Why would anything happen?"

"You acted like it was a crime directly aimed at you. Then you said psycho stalker. I’m just"--

"I appreciate the concern, but I can manage this all by myself."

"I’m just trying to help."

"Well, thanks, but no thanks. I got this. Good night."

Jacob’s face goes into an expression I’ve seen on Sam before. His eyes suddenly dart to the second floor window.

"You said your parents weren’t gonna be around right?" His eyes stay on the window. That’s my room . . . Tristan!

"No. They said they might be home tomorrow."

"Do you have any friends or something staying over?"

"What? Why?" I turn around, and surely enough, no one is there. But I know someone was there. Tristan.

"There was someone there."

"Maybe you’re seeing things. It’s already kind of dark."

"Or maybe someone snuck in your house. You said there was a psycho stalker."

"Maybe I meant you. Here you are following me, so you tell me."

He gives me an exasperated look. I must choose my words wisely.

"My father has just been hospitalized. I think everyone’s after me."

He seems somewhat satisfied with my answer. But not enough.

"Well, I can check around your house. Maybe your assailant is in there."

"Or not. Look. It’s cold out here. And I want to head in."

"Cold? Oh . . . yeah. It is cold."

I give him a look and near him. Body heat radiates onto me. I’m warming up now. Another side effect of being a werewolf I suppose.

"Well, not all of us run a hundred plus temperature," I mutter.

"What?"

"Just go home Jacob. Save your self the trouble. If I die tonight, I promise I won’t haunt you. How about that?"

He frowns. "Fine. I’ll make sure to attend your service."

"I like Skeleton Weed and Swamp Mallow."

"What?"

"Flowers. Flowers Jacob. You need to bring flowers to my funeral. Bring the Swamp to my wake, save the Skeleton for the grave. I like those better."

He shakes his head, getting irritated with my routine.

"Can I just come inside? It’s for your own safety."

"What do you care? I fondly remember our heated arguments . . . "

He groans and paces, something itching to leave his system.

"Can I just check? Maybe there’s two people in there. You can’t take the both of them on at the same time."

I sigh. Tristan had better be gone by this time. I open the door. Jacob’s face twists in disgust.

"I thought you said you cleaned this place!"

"You wanna go?"

He looks past me and into the dark house.

"It looks like a sick carnival in here."

"Of course it does. That’s the kind of show I run. You want to join?"

He glares at me and turns on a light. He sniffs the air. I pretend not to notice. He makes a dash upstairs.

I know Tristan was in my room. I follow Jacob up the stairs slowly, willing to miss the spectacle that may ensue if the two collide.

"Someone was here. Come up."

I make my way upstairs, dreading the evidence. I etch worry into my eyes. Or suspicion. Either one works well.

"Is anything missing?"

I give my room a cursory glance.

"No. Nothing seems out of place."

"Come in. I checked the armoire and under the bed."

"Jacob, we aren’t dealing with a monster here."

We both laugh uneasily, each knowing something the other thought we didn’t.

"Yeah. But anyone could find a good hiding spot."

"This room is so empty you can hear your echo. It’s fine."

We shift in the silence, each looking around.

"This place is huge."

"Yes, it is. I should run a business in the lower rooms. There’s enough space for it."

"Doubt anyone would crawl near here," Jacob mutters, staring out the window.

"Why?" He thought I didn’t hear him.

"Doesn’t this place feel depressing to you?"

"Not really. It only needs some fixing up. You don’t like it?"

"No. It’s like something out of a horror movie. Dracula’s summer home or something . . . Reeks of him too."

I disregard the latter, as he spoke that more silently.

"Well you can come with me and we’ll pick flowers in the field and stick some in every room," I say sarcastically.

Jacob glares at me and joins my game. "Yeah. Sure. Then, when we’re done, we can skip around and bake pie!"

"Great idea!"

We stare each other down. At this point, I’m not even quite certain why we’re arguing.

"Thank you for worrying about my safety. It’s nice to know people still care."

I’m not sure why I say this; I’ve let my guard down. His gaze on me softens; he turns away. Trouble.

"You’re welcome. If anything happens, you can call my house."

"Thanks." He writes down his number on a piece of paper. The silence surrounds us, a thick blanket of discomfort.

***

I close the door behind Jacob, and watch him from out the window. He disappears into the darkness. I turn around. My heart leaps

"So is that your pet? Do you let him roll in your lap and lick your face? You reek of hound." Tristan turns his nose up, and sneers at me. I reply with acid words.

"Yeah. I keep him on a leash outside. Sometimes, I let him sleep at the foot of my bed. Not jealous are we?"

He glares death at me.

"Why were you here?"

"You didn’t tell me you had more mutts out here . . . You have a thing for those flea ridden mongrels, don’t you darling?"

"I guess."

"Pulse rates and body heat are overrated things Luz. You should know by now . . . " He smirks. I ignore it.

"Why did Ian attack my father?"

"We figured you were with him. Just wanted to scare you is all darling."

I glare at him as I make my way upstairs. He walks up behind me. I freeze. I hate his stupid little power.

Oh! I’m so special. I’m a vampire and look what I can do! Ha! Froze you! Well, actually locked all your muscles, so you can’t move! Haha! Yeah. Real nice. Does he get some type of sadist pleasure out of having me like this?

He makes his way in front of me, which he could have done without freezing me.

"Yes, in case you were wondering, I do enjoy watching you, all tensed up. If I wanted to, I can

contort you into different positions. I visited the Marquis up to his final days. Tristan Henrie, mon jeune fils . . . The man was a genius."

He releases me, and I grunt at his stupid little reveries. There are more important things to think about than his upbringing in France and his so-called friendship with de Sade.

"A sexual deviant, a depraved man, who bastardized and debauched people isn’t a genius. He’s sick."

Tristan shoots a sharp glance at me with a smirk. "You didn’t say that when I first mentioned it . . . "

I close the door to my room as I change and slip into bed. I disliked Ian since I met him. I hate him now.

"Leave Tristan and don’t come back. Take Ian with you."

"You know I can’t do that without bringing you with me darling," his voice comes from behind the door.

"Yes. You can. It’s called forgetting. I forgot about you and look I far I got."

"It’s this lying that got you into trouble Luz. It seems you haven’t learned anything."

Yes, I have learned something Tristan. I’ve learned not to trust. I’ve learned not feel. And what’s more, I’ve learned how to make us all believe.

The crescent moon lulls me to sleep, and I’m sure I hear the door open before I leave to slumber . . .

Tristan Henry

I watch you sleep. Ah. I remember that. It was a pleasant feeling, permitting you had pleasant dreams. You have certainly changed Luz Maria. This is not the quiet and somewhat awkward girl I met a few years ago. It’s a shame. Why did you feel the need to betray us?

I had told you how delightful you smelled. I was actually a bit fond of you. We could have made something of ourselves. Imagine, if you didn’t betray us, kill my family, I would have made you one of us. You could have been with me. But that’s a thing of the past now.

Resentment washes over me, a feeling that is bitter, overpowering the desire, the need, that I have for your blood. Yes, your blood will be mine. All of it. I will not let you live. Your final heartbeats will be the longest symphony in the eternity that is mine. Shame, is what it all is. We could have had something. But on the scale of the sins, Wrath takes Lust, and Pride commands all.

"Sleep well Luz. Your nights are numbered." I leave her room, and head toward my apartment in Seattle.