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The Old Flame

Jake+BellaJust when Bella is getting used to being with Jacob, a certian alluring vampire returns to check on her and she is catapaulted back into the life she thought she'd left behind. A Bella/Jacob and Bella/Edward oneshot.

This was always intended as a oneshot. It was written for a contest on Fanlib (which it won =D)

1. The Old Flame

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His strong, muscular arms were wrapped tightly around me, and I could feel his body heat radiating, surrounding me, making me feel warm inside. His rough palms were tenderly massaging my back.

My lips were moving in rhythm with his. He was kissing me deeply, fiercely and passionately, with a slight desperation, and it was like I was struggling to keep up. I realised that I needed oxygen, and tried to push his face away from mine. Luckily he realized what I was doing and responded, for I was aware that I did not possess the necessary strength to move him on my own.

He looked down at me as I took several deep breaths. His eyes looked happy, and he wore the usual disbelieving look, as if he was still incredulous at his luck in being with me. "Bella," he whispered, "I love you so much."

I shuddered slightly. Even after two months of dating Jacob Black, it still didn't feel right to hear him say that to me. I knew he loved me, and I did love him too, but something about him putting those feelings into words made me slightly uneasy.

It had always felt perfect when Edward had said it, as if beautiful fireworks were exploding inside my heart. Those three words used to make me feel like nothing else in the world mattered apart from me and him, together. Coming out of Jacob's mouth, they made me feel pleased, but created no spectacular sparks.

"I love you too." I murmured, uncomfortably conscious of his left hand, which was moving steadily up my thigh.

I was saved by the loud click of the lock on the front door.

"Charlie's home," I hissed quietly, patting his hand away.

Looking utterly annoyed at the timing of Charlie's return, Jacob released me. We both sat up on my bed, my head not even reaching the tops of his thick, muscular shoulders.

The height difference was even more pronounced when we stood up, for he was almost two feet taller than me. He had to duck under the doorframe on our way out of my bedroom.

He took my hand as we walked downstairs to see Charlie.

"Hey Bella," Charlie said brightly, smiling happily, "Jacob."

"Hi Charlie." Said Jacob, his hand still wrapped around mine.

I smiled. I knew that Charlie approved of my relationship with Jacob. It was partly because Billy Black, Jacob's father was an old family friend, but I also had an inkling that Charlie believed Jacob to be ‘safer' for me than Edward. My father had always thought there was something odd about Edward, and of course he had been right, but I wasn't sure what he would think if he knew Jacob's secret, for dating a werewolf wasn't exactly the safest thing to do.

"Are you staying for dinner, Jacob?" Charlie asked.

Jacob looked at me, and I nodded.

"If that's okay with you Charlie." Jacob said politely.

"It's fine," Charlie said. "Do you two fancy pizza?" He asked, much to my relief, for I was not eager to cook for them, since they both had very large appetites.

Charlie phoned through the pizza order, and then went upstairs to shower and get changed. Jacob and I sat on the sofa together watching the television. Jacob moved closer to me and put his arm around me, pulling me towards him. I rested my head on his shoulder, pretending to be interested in the minor league ice hockey game that was airing.

The pizzas came after about twenty minutes, and I helped myself to two slices. Jacob and Charlie talked more like friends than a boyfriend and the girl's father. They chatted about cars and football while I sat between them, happy to just listen to them getting along so brilliantly, as ever.

After he had finished his rather large helping, Jacob stood up and cleared his throat. "I think I have to go now."

Charlie, who was still eating his way through his eighth slice of pizza, mumbled something resembling ‘goodbye' and waved.

I followed Jacob to the door, unlocking it to let him out. We stood on the doorstep uncomfortably for a moment, both aware that Charlie was watching us avidly.

Jacob didn't seem to care though, for he gave me a tender kiss on the lips. It was short but very sweet. "See you tomorrow, Bella." He said, giving me a hug before walking away down the path.

I watched him until he vanished around the corner.

When I turned back around, I saw Charlie grinning from ear to ear. "You had fun then?" he asked, a mischievous smile on his face.

I knew that he was just happy for me, that I had found someone like Jacob to help me pick up the pieces of my shattered heart, but I felt my face growing red as I nodded. "I think I'm going to head up to bed now." I said, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

Charlie gave me a cynical look - it was only eight o'clock, but didn't say a word except for ‘goodnight.'

I put on my pyjamas, and tucked myself into bed. Although it was early, I dropped off to sleep the moment my head hit the soft pillow, thinking happy thoughts about Jacob.

* * * * *

I was stood in mine and Edward's field with Jacob. It was vast, but it was surrounded on all four sides with thick, dense forest, so I had no idea how we had gotten there.

The sun was beating down on our backs, and the sky was absurdly cloudless, just a plain, bright blue expanse above us. There was no sound at all, not even the whistle of the wind blowing through the trees or the buzzing of small bees, flying from flower to flower. All was silent.

Jacob was stood close to me, his face centimetres from mine so that I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks. He leaned closer to me, closing his eyes, and parting his lips slightly.

I was about to close my eyes too, to receive the kiss, but in the split second before, I saw something that caught my attention. I turned my head to look at it, and Jacob's kiss landed on my cheek instead.

"What's wrong?" He asked frustratedly.

"Can you see something?" I asked, pointing towards the place where I had spotted it, "over there."

Jacob shook his head blankly, his hair blowing in the wind. "No, I don't see anything." He said, pulling me close again.

I stared at the spot where it had appeared, to see that nothing was there. I shook my head, thinking that I must have been imagining things.

Again, Jacob leant down; bending his face to mine, and again I saw it, much clearer than before.

Edward was stood in front of the trees, watching me and Jacob with a twisted look of disgusted horror on his pale, beautiful face.

I woke up drenched in cold sweat and sat bolt upright in my bed, looking around my room. Everything seemed normal. I peered at the clock to discover that it was one minute to midnight. The house was silent, so I assumed Charlie had gone to bed.

I tiptoed downstairs to get myself a drink of milk, opening the fridge quietly, and pouring the white liquid from the carton into a small glass. I closed the fridge equally carefully, and went back upstairs, trying as hard as I could to avoid the creaky floorboards so as not to wake Charlie.

I drank the milk in two large gulps, and was about to lie back down to allow sleep to overcome my consciousness again. Through my window, I saw something unexpected. Edward Cullen's face.

I closed my eyes and pinched myself, sure that I must still be dreaming or maybe hallucinating in my tiredness. I looked again to see his face for a split second, before he ducked out of the frame, looking shocked.

I got up and stood at the window, opening it and looking down outside. Edward was walking away swiftly.

"Edward." I shouted, forgetting about trying to be quiet. "Edward, I can see you!"

Edward turned to face me, his pale porcelain skin looking almost ghostly in the harsh lighting. I gasped, for I had obviously not remembered his true unbearable beauty. The way I had been picturing him for the last few months, handsome and gorgeous, was nothing compared to the real thing. The view was breathtaking.

I spluttered, not quite sure what to say. He started to turn away again. "Edward!" I yelled desperately, praying that Charlie was deeply asleep, "Come back!"

He began to slowly walk towards me, as if he was moving against his better judgement. I watched in awe as he climbed up my wall, with incredible agility, and clambered through my window gracefully.

"Bella," he said, as slightly pained expression on his face, "you weren't supposed to see me."

"Then why did you come?" I asked quietly, feeling confused.

"Because," he paused, searching for the right words, "to check that you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be alright?" I asked innocently

"Well, the last I heard, you were throwing yourself off cliffs." He spoke in an agonized voice.

"It wasn't like that," I said, shaking my head and remembering our last telephone conversation, realising the reason for his panicked call - he thought that I had tried to kill myself! In fact, the reason I had jumped off the cliff was to hear his voice in my head again, "it was for fun, all the Quilette kids do it."

"Oh, and that means that it's safe does it?" Snapped Edward, looking deep into my eyes, "You don't know how worried I was."

"You left." I whispered, immediately regretting it.

"I have to go." He said, more to himself than me, like he was trying to convince himself of the fact. I noticed that his eyes were black as midnight, smouldering like dark fire, contrasting with his white skin.

"No!" I said, "Stay, please!"

He shook his head, seemingly deep in thought, "I can't."

"Please." I begged.

He shook his beautiful head, and turned to leave.

I then did something I hadn't planned in my desperation to force him to stay. I grabbed him around the neck, dragging his face towards mine with all my strength, and kissed him as powerfully as I could, trying to force open his lips.

He did not respond to begin with. His cold mouth stayed clamped shut and still, as if he was a marble statue. He didn't try to push me away though, and I saw that as a sign, for I knew that if he wanted to, he could part me from him with extreme ease.

I persisted, beginning to run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of him that I had missed so much. Eventually, he kissed me back, taking my breath away. His kisses were also infinitely better than my memories of them, and I relished in the moment, wishing it could last forever, wishing that Edward would never release me from his embrace.

As suddenly as he had started to kiss me, he stopped, pushing me away until I was at arms distance.

"Bella," he said heavily and darkly, "you've made everything complicated now."

"No," I said, "just stay, and then everything will be perfect again!"

"I can't, Bella, I left for a reason, to make things better for you. I can't ruin your life again just to satisfy my desires; I have to think of you, and what you need."

I was fazed by his use of the words ‘my desires,' did that mean that he really did still love me? "I need you!" I said passionately.

"No, I just make things worse for you; I left so that you could have a normal life." He said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I don't care about normality," I pleaded, "I love you, I want you!"

"I love you too Bella." He said sincerely, and the fireworks exploded, causing my heart to beat faster than it had ever beaten before. "I just want what is best for you."

"Edward," I said, starting to sob, "you are best for me. You don't know what my life was like after you left. I was just a shell of myself, only existing because I had to, because there was no other way. There's still a hole in my heart, the hole that you left, and there always will be unless you stay. Life isn't worth living without you."

Edward seemed moved by my impassioned speech. He spoke carefully, "I'll give you some time to think about it seriously and contemplate what you really need. You can tell me your decision tomorrow."

"I don't need time, Edward. I know exactly what I want."

Edward let go of me and started to exit through my window. He turned to face me, and said four words, which I recognised, "See you tomorrow, Bella."

I suddenly thought of Jacob for the first time since I had seen Edward. I had a boyfriend, and yet I had kissed somebody else.

What could I do? I really didn't want to hurt Jacob's feelings, but I knew what I wanted with all my heart, and that was Edward.

I decided to go to sleep, hoping my path would be clearer in the morning.

* * * * *

The school day seemed to fly, time moving forward in a sudden lurch, and before I knew it, I was meeting Jacob outside the school gates, as I did every day.

He leaned town to kiss me on the cheek, and tried to take hold of my hand. I stepped away.

"No Jacob." I said, more sharply and cuttingly than I had intended to. "We need to talk."

"Okay," Jacob said invitingly, looking so content that I knew he wasn't expecting what I was about to say.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore." I said quietly, trying to say it in a nice way, but realizing that I actually sounded quite patronising. I felt tears well up in my eyes and prickle at my lashes.

"What? You're breaking up with me?" Jacob said angrily, and then a resigned look came over his face, "He's back isn't he?"

I saw no point in lying to him, so just nodded, trying not to cry.

He looked angry and upset in equal measures, and spoke loudly, "You were just using me, weren't you? Using me until the bloodsucker came back?"

"Jacob, be quiet," I said, aware that we were within hearing distance of almost the whole student population of Forks, "it wasn't like that at all," I sniffed back the tears which were threatening to escape, "I never thought he was going to come back."

"So you thought you'd settle for me, as a nice little replacement for the dirty leech?" Jacob screeched. I knew that he was trying to be tough to hide the pain inside his heart.

The tears succeeded and I began to sob gently, "No Jacob, I -" I wasn't quite sure what to say, for Jacob's diagnosis had been basically correct. I had loved him, but he had always been second-best to Edward.

Jacob read my tear stained face, and shook his head dramatically, straightening himself up to his full height, "Well, I would say ‘see you around,' but I doubt I will see you around, because I'm sure you'll be having too much fun with your bloodsucking boyfriend."

He began to walk away, turning his face over his shoulder to deliver the last blow, "And he'll never be able to change you. If any of the Cullens bite a human - bite not kill - the treaty is broken."

With that, he sneered and walked away, leaving me leaning against the gate, crying hysterically. Through my tears, I saw a silver Volvo driving towards me, and I felt ready to tell Edward my decision. I couldn't live without him.