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Jacob.... Vampwolf?

Summary:
It was an accident of course. But Bella can't deny, she changed Jacob. For eternity. Jacob is now caught in the middle of destiny. What would happen if someone was a "mix" between two monsters? Would the result be catastrophic? Or would a super being be created? jacob vampwolf Includes: Bella as vamp, ( her power ) Jacob as ?, different wolves, jasper loves to garden, Someone IMPRINTS, and volturi events. contains spoilers for new moon and eclipse


Notes:
It was an accident of course. But Bella can't deny, she changed Jacob. For eternity. Jacob is now caught in the middle of destiny. What would happen if someone was a "mix" between two monsters? Would the result be catastrophic? Or would a super being be created?


11. Chapter 11: Dead Daisies and Post Offices

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-Bella's POV-

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

My full fingernails drilled against the counter anxiously.

It was hardly a normal day in the Cullen house, because of the iminent danger that lingered and hovered over our balances of sanity.

The others handled their nerves a little better than I was.

Alice and Edward's multiple chinese checkers games averaged a total of forty three seconds.

Emmett was watching Shrek Three; hugging the pillow tighter and tighter until it exploded (dousing the room with cotton), as Prince Charming's play began.

Rosalie was upstairs and last I heard reading the most recent edition of Vogue

Esme was waiting for Jake to return from his few day's stay at home, and had cooked twelve pans of brownies.

Carlisle was normal, reading away in his study, and Jasper and I were in the kitchen, watching Esme travel back and forth from the oven to the mixing bowl.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Ta-

"BELLA!" Jasper's sudden outburst sent me jumping off the chair. His eyes looked down to his folded hands. "Please cease from that." His voice quieted as he attempted to hide a smile.

The halfmoon scars on his arms glistened in the bright lights. "You're giving me a headache with all of that anxiety." I slowly sat back in the barstool. He burst out laughing- the booming echoing off of the kitchen's white walls.

"And you're scratching Esme's counter." He snorted to contain his last chuckle.

I looked at the marble, and sure enough, four smooth slices had deepened into the multicolored rock.

"Sorry Esme." Her soft face flitted to mine as she stuck her arm (ovenmitt-less) into the oven.

"Oh it's perfectly okay Bella. Much worse things have happened to that poor countertop." I'd like to hear those stories sometime.

She removed the fresh pan of brownies and placed then along with the others in the dining room. She wiped her clean hands on the spotless apron she wore, I guessed just to appear more human.

With this whole situation, I wondered if the vampire world would ever seem human again. If we could blend in any longer.

These unknown werewolves could have been different tribes joined together with a similar motive.

They must have been in hiding for a long time in order for the Volturi not to notice them gathering so profusely.

All we could assume was that these wolves needed to take down their enemies source of power before they could take down the smaller covens scattered across the globe.

I knew that our small coven wouldn't be able to ever fight this large of a force.

It seemed like a hopeless course.

"Jasper?" I tilted my head his direction.

"Yes?" His copper eyes looked at me questioningly.

"I saw one of your daisies dying this morning." I concentrated on making him think he needed to check on it. I could feel his mind shifting, believing his instincts to check on his precious flower.

I fought back against the laughter that rose in my throat. Then I could feel his decision.

"Okay, if you ladies would excuse me for a moment," Before our responses, he was through the doorway to the dining room and quickly out the front door.

Esme glanced my way, " What exactly was that for, Bella?"

"I just wanted a little privacy. And I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Alright my dear," The apron was taken off and placed on the island in the center of the kitchen. She walked over and relaxed on the marble.

"Well," I began, "What will we do when they come? How will we be prepared?"

She looked directly into my eyes, and I felt the compassion pooring out of her.

"I believe," she sighed, " that Carlisle us planning to converse with them. Then, if the Quileutes agree to help, we'll show the newcomers our 'friendship' with the local tribe."

She took my hands and held them. "All we can do is hope for the best. We'll express that we hold no grudge against them or humans. And-"

Alice burst into the room.

"I'm going to the post office!" And she skipped out the door. Esme dropped my hands and we both walked into the living room where Edward was sitting motionless.

His long legs were folded, sitting cross-legged, at the large coffee table. His mouth was open, his hand holding a small chinese checker piece in front of his face.

"Did she see something?" Esme asked.

"Yes," he took a deep breath,


"Jane wrote us."

His eyes stared hatefully at the blue plastic in his hand as he crushed it.