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Love Like This: A Jacob Black Fanfiction

Alicia finds herself in the small town of Forks when her father runs away from NYC to escape his problems. She had no idea that she would run into bigger and badder ones. But one relief from her troubles: there, she meets Jacob Black. JBXOC


5. Do you trust me?

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Love Like This

Chapter 5: Do you trust me?

"Why do you let her keep doing this to you?"

"Let her do what?"

"She's pulling you back in, over and over again."

He sighs. "You don't know the whole story."

Why does everyone keep saying that?

"Then inform me."

He looks at me with his head tilted to the side, like he's sizing me up or something, and for the third time that night, I look away.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"Do you really want to know everything, every last detail? About me, who I am, Bella, Edward, and… why I don't want you to be home alone?"

I nod my head as solemnly as I can.

"You sure?"

I roll my eyes. "No," I say sarcastically.

"Do you trust me?"

The answer is out of my mouth in an instant, and I'm surprised at just how true it is.


He smiles and turns away.


"Hop on?"

"Your back?"


"Uh.. If you are sure."

I struggle up onto his back and wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist.


"As ready as I'll ever be."

He takes off, moving so fast through the forest, that I can barely see anything. I yell and laugh in delight, and have to stop myself from throwing my head back and arms up, like you would on a rollercoaster. He was going impossibly fast, and it took me a moment to realize that humans, not even the abnormally athletic ones, could go nearly as fast as this. Bemused, I decided to block out any other thought except for the wind whipping at my face and Jakes lanky, tall muscular body under me.

This is when a problem develops. Jakes body begins to change under me. I mean, I know its him, but then its not. I cant see what's going on under the canopy of the tress in the dark, but I can feel it. Muscle and bone and sinew changing and taking shape until…

Fur. Under my hands is a think coat of fur. I hold on tight to it, a little scared, but remembering what he had said only moments ago, and my unwavering answer.

"Do you trust me?"


I feel the shift in his body, and I'm suddenly closer to the forest floor, and just as suddenly, higher up than I was before.

"I trust you, I trust you," I repeat over and over again, and dig my head into Jakes(?) fur. "I trust you, I trust you."

Ahead is a clearing, we clear half of it and in the moon's glow, I can see Jake's(?) tawny colored fur(?) and head, that was no longer his head head, but…

A wolf's head.

Gradually he slows down, and I climb off and stumble back a few feet.


The tawny colored bear-sized wolf nods his head.

"Jake!" I ask again, incredulous.

He rolls over, and its scary and extremely funny at the same time. I clutch my hand to my mouth in terror and to stifle a giggle.

"Oh my god! You're a shape shifter!"

He's on his back and he looks at me and shakes his big, wolfy head.


He shakes it again. His tongue lolls out in a terrifying gesture.

"Gah! You're a werewolf!"

He nods and the gesture looks so oddly human I laugh, even though my stomach is having a nervous fit and I'm feeling pretty nauseous.

He hopped up and held out his big, brawny, cute, fury head. I run my hand over it, and his eyes close in serenity. "Feels that good, huh?"

He nods again.

So weird!

I run my hand down the length of his back. Its soft and thick, but I can still feel the muscle underneath. "Un-freaking believable!":

He yelps and turns his big head at me and gives me a look that clearly says 'and why is it so unbelievable?'

I laugh out loud, delighted at this discovery.

"How fast can you run?" I ask, forgetting that he obviously cant talk. "I mean… wow. This is incredible! You do this every night while everyone is sleeping? Does anyone else know about this? What does this have to do with anything? Wow, this is so amazing, Jake! What about Sam and Emily? Can they both do it, too? Quil, Embry, Paul-"

He yelps to stop my rapid fire questions. "I'm sorry, its just… Wow. I mean, wow. Can you only do it during full moons?"

His big cute head swings towards the moon, and I can swear he rolls his eyes. The moon is a crescent.

"So you can do this at any time? Even during the daytime?"

He nods.

"Is this why your skin is so hot?"

Another nod.

And it all comes together: the howl I heard right before I passed out, Jake slipping up and saying Sam is his Alpha, and the flash of tawny, russet, fur I saw.

He sits down and I sit beside him in the middle of the clearing, laying my head on his warm fury body. "This feels like when I was five, and my Dad got me a Golden retriever. Bonco used to sleep in my bead just about every night, and he had the silkiest fur…"

Suddenly, his ears perk up, and he stands. He makes a jerking motion with his head at his back, and I climb on. We zoom off into the forest. Confused and a little scared, I keep my eyes open the whole time, trying to figure out what freaked Jake out so much as to run away. We were just outside the clearing by and Emily's when Jake gave me a motion to stay put, ran back into the forest, and then, only moments later, reappeared, back human again.

"Jacob, what's going on-"

"Just, shush. Get into the house." He pushes me gently with his hand on the small of my back until we are near the house. Sam, Paul, Quil, Embry, and a girl I don't recognize all come out of the house.

"Let's go, Jake. He's here."

Who exactly?

"Who's here?"

"Get inside, Alicia. I don't have time to explain. Later, okay?"

I trudge up the steps, obedient but regretful at the same time.

"You didn't tell her yet?"

"I started to. Then I smelled him."

"Who, exactly?"

My question went ignored.

"He tracked her," Sam said with a nod.

"Trapped who? Me?"

An image of my would have been killer flashes through my mind. I gasp in shock and horror.

"He.. He followed me? But… how? Why? I don't have anything-"

"Alicia, in the house. Now." Jakes demanding tone and my own fear pushes me into the house.

Emily is leaning against a post in the living room, her face a worried mask. "Don't worry," she says. "They will be back soon. It's what they are made for."

But her worried expression makes me worry and I sit on the couch, feeling useless. "You mean, someone could actually get hurt out there?"

She doesn't say yes, but she doesn't say no, either.

"Is there something I can… do? I mean, if one of them gets hurt…"

"It'll be fine."

I nod and fidget with my hands. My phone makes the unfortunate decision to ring. I ignore the buzzing in my pocket and continue to wring out my hands.

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can-"

"Don't be silly."

A half an hour later, Jake walks through the door, in his normal, tall form. I am so relieved, I jump up and hug him close to me.

"He got away again," he informs Emily over my shoulder.

I pull away. "Again? What do you mean again?"

He pushes a sweaty lock of hair out of my eyes. "You're tired. Ill tell you tomorrow."

"Me? I'm not the one who was out there chasing some monster killer who…"

Shit shit shit shit



"Just tell me, Jake. Tell me everything. Now." My voice quakes, and my hands shake so violently, Jacob reaches out to steady them.


"B-b-but you all were out there risking your lives again and its all my fault-"

"It's not your fault."

"How could you say that with a straight face?"

He just touches his warm hand to the side of my sweaty face and traces a trail down my jawbone with his thumb.

What was I just saying?

"Its okay, Alicia. Do you really think one lousy guy can handle a whole pack of us?"

The way he said it, all confidence, made me hang on every word and believe it. "I guess not."

"Well, you should know not. Okay?"

My brain isn't working, I'm sure of it, and yet my head nods anyway, looking into his deep brown eyes.

I think I've been brainwashed.

"Okay." To my complete and utter surprise, his face bends, and he places the most tender, caring, soft, warm, wonderful kiss that I had ever received in my whole enter life…

On my forehead. But it doesn't lessen the effect it has on me. My knees go a little wobbly and my breath quickens so much, I have to disguise it.

I mean, how embarrassing would it be if I just started panting from a measly little kiss on the forehead?

I remember feeling his lips on mine, after I discovered he had saved me. How soft they were, how warm..

I don't know what is coming over me.

"Promise me you won't worry." His mouth is right by my ear, and his hot breath sends an odd sensation down my neck.

I nod.

"Say it for me."

"I…" I clear my throat, which has suddenly gone itchy and dry, "I promise."

"Good." His lips are only moments away from my mouth, and unless I'm delusional or mentally ill, I just know that he's gonna kiss me.

Then, someone clears their throat.

We both turn, Jake drops his hand and takes a step away from me. Blood rushes to my face and, I cant help it, I let out a cough. The whole pack (I now know) was standing there, eyebrows raised or arms crossed (in Sam's case) in disapproval.

When Jake looks at me again, I realize with an all-too-familiar pang that the moment was completely and utterly lost. I have to stop myself from falling down on the ground and having a full blown tantrum: screaming, banging my fist, and waving my legs about until I get my way.


"We need to talk to you, Jake." I can tell by Sam's voice that he means serious business.

"What about?"

Sam's eyes not so discretely shift to me, and I have an urge to stuff my hands into my pockets, kick a pebble, and say 'Oh, shucks."

Or something like that.

Jacob sighs, and then nods. Everyone shuffles out except Emily and me. She shuffles away, and I stand there, feeling crestfallen.

Hmm.. Let me summarize my wonderful life in Forks so far:

1) I meet Jacob Black, who can turn into a huge wolf like monster thing. This one is actually not so bad, believe it or not.

2) I almost got killed. This one needs not be elaborated on so much.

3) My father is due to return in five days, with Hannah, who is scientifically known as my birth mother, though I just look at her as an egg-and-body donor who decided to stick around for a while.

4) Instead of kicking Hannah's trifling arse to the curve, Dad has actually welcomed her back with open, overeager arms.

5) I am positively smitten with a guy who is positively smitten with another girl who is positively (or negatively, depending on the point of view) smitten with another guy who I think is smitten back with her. But of course, I've never met him and don't wish to do so if he is as unpleasant as Jacob makes him out to be. (Ah, yes. I don't feel there's need to point out who I'm smitten with but for all the dee dee dee's out there just know that his initials are JB.)

6) Hannah returns into my life in 5 days. I think I said this before but it may need to be repeated.

7) Oh, and the guy who tried to kill me before? He's after me again.

I feel like a pile of crap. In fact, I feel so stinky that I don't think washing will do any good. I wish I lived in the world of Harry Potter when I can just whip out my wand and scourgify myself or something. That would surely come in handy.

I plop onto 'my' bed without washing a thing. After about 30 seconds, I begin to feel a little itchy and begrudgingly trudge to the bathroom.

At least everyone else is in a bad mood with me this time.

I roll over, my eyes crusty and feeling really just super annoyed at the insistent buzzing of my cell phone. Without thinking, I flip it open, and drowsily say: "Hero?"

I don't know why ll turned into r but I wasn't really caring at the moment, either.

"Alicia! It's me, Dad."

I grumble to myself. Who else would it be?


"I have a very pleasant surprise for you!"

I doubt it severally, but I mumble what could be heard as a sound of encouragement.

"It turns out that there isn't very much to shoot in Seattle, and I got all my work done early! Your mother decided to drive back," I sigh a sigh of relief. But you do notice he said 'your mother' and not 'your mother and I', right? Anyway, their driving should give me quite a bit of time to prepare for hurricane Hannah.

"And we're thirty minutes away!"

Ehn, wrong.

I shoot up so fast my phone ricochets out of my hand. I scramble to retrieve it from the floor.


"We're thirty minutes away!"

"Oh!" I stand up and frantically begin to search for my belongings. "Really?"


I have to think fast. I began to shovel my belongings into a shopping bag, and struggled with pulling my sneakers on, while still pressing the phone with my shoulder with my ear.

More than anything, I wanted to let Dad have it, but what good would that do? The man was already mentally unstable, no use making it any worse.

"That's great," I lie, as convincingly as I manage. "Um, you sure you guys don't want to stop someone first, get breakfast maybe?"

"Brilliant idea, Alicia! Let me ask your mother."

There is the muffled sound of talking, and when Dad's voice returns to the line, his voice is slightly downcast, but still overly hype.

"Your mother doesn't actually think its such a good idea. She misses you and can't wait to see you."

Hannah can stick her lies where the sun don't shine.

Finally dressed, I say "Really?" for the second time that day.


"Look, Dad. I gotta go. I had to go to the bathroom since, like, last night."

"Oh, okay. Well, see you in 25 minutes!" I groan after hanging up. Right after the phone is closed, Jake comes looping in, looking happy and fresh faced.

"I need to get home."

His face falls, and I hate to kill his mood like that, but if Dad got home before I did, he'd freak when I wasn't there to welcome Hannah to our new little home.

I hurry and continue before he gets the wrong idea. "It's my dad. He's on his was home. With… Hannah."

The protest that looked like it would make its way out of Jakes mouth slid away. He just kinda stands there.

"He's only like, 22 minutes away."

"Well, good morning to you, too." He finally speaks, slowly, like I'm the one who is just standing there looking clueless.

But I feel bad for being rude. "Sorry. I can just drive home-"

"I can drive you."

"I need to take Dad's car," I protested, "How will you get home?"

He gives me a flat look.

Ah, yes.

The wheels in my head click and I swear at the unfortunate turn of events. Looks like I'll have to go yet another day being oblivious. I finally finish packing up and look at Jake, who is stretched out long on 'my' bed. And for the first time since I met him, he actually has a shirt on.

"You have a shirt on."

"So do you." I look down. Indeed, he was right. I did have a shirt on. But that was no surprise, I always had a shirt on.

"Ready to go?"

He nods, and I'm off like a shot. He trudges a bit more slowly.


"What? I'm coming."

I am so antsy, the whole way to the house I say nothing, instead fidgeting with my fingers and the radio. A few times Jake reaches out to touch my hand, moving to still them, and a calm comes over me until my nerves catch up with me again. He wasn't touching me enough.

I did not mean that in a way that would be offensive to most mothers and some children. I'm just simply saying that his touch brought a calm over me, but it didn't last very long, and he should do it more often.


Anyway, my mind was simply full to the brim of everything, and when we pulled into my driveway, I was about to hop out with only the slightest condolences. I had way bigger fish to fry then an unrequited crush.


I do, contrary to what I said earlier about having 'bigger fish to fry', my butt halfway out of the seat.

He gave me a startling half smile that was… let's just say it carried weight. I dropped my fanny back into that seat.

A second passed, and I didn't know that I had begun to fiddle with my hands until he reached out to still them.

"You do that when you are nervous," he said, matter-of-factly, and he gave my hand a small squeeze. "This must be really getting to you."

"Yeah, well. When you're parents are as loco as dad and Hannah…"

"Don't get it twisted. My dad can be pretty nuts."

I honestly didn't know he even had a Dad. I figured…

Hell, I don't even know what I figured. I know he spent a lot of time at Emily and Sam's place, but didn't sleep there, I know that he could turn into a wolf when he wanted to, and I know that he was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen before. I know he likes swimming, and grilled cheese sandwiches. Oh, and the Bella thing, too.

To summarize it, I knew some things about Jacob Black. Some things were big, some things were simple, but I didn't really know anything about him at all.

He, on the other hand, seemed to know everything about me. A part of it from my huge, blabbing mouth, but most of the things he knew about me came from sheer observation.

"You should be a freaking psychologist or private investigator or something," I say randomly. Jake gives me a blank stare and blinks.

"You do that a lot," I say, feeling smug that I knew something more about him. "Your blank stares are quite common."

"Not until recently," he says, and I decide to take it in stride, since I didn't know whether or not it was an insult. Actually, I did know.

I read my internal clock. I had about 10 minutes before Dad was due to arrive, and I wanted to move some stuff around, make it look like I was actually home. That wouldn't be too hard, though. Still, I fix Jake with a flat stare of my own. "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about? My dancing hands?"

And his face is suddenly serious, and I realize that what he is about to say is not about nervous habits at all.

"Listen… about last night."

My breath involuntarily catches in my throat. I know that what he is about to say isn't usually what guys say 'about last night', but what he could say can be much, much worse.

"This guy… this monster… he's not like most men. I mean.. he is different."

"Different like you?"

He shakes his head so hard and so fast I think its gonna pop off.

"No. He's not a were, or anything like that. He's.. he's the reason I am the way I am. He, and his people, are the reason that I can become a wolf."

I nod, to indicate that I am following him. "So, he is like… your nemesis?"


"Your evil nemesis?" I didn't know what other type of nemesis there was but it popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Exactly." A hint of an inappropriate smile.

I mule over this bit of information for a while. I almost don't get it.

"So.. What exactly is so scary about him?"

"He's a vampire."

He's so frank saying this that I think he is pulling my chain.

A small 'Hahaha' escapes my mouth until I see his brown knuckles go white from clenching the wheel and his mouth sets into a hard line.

"You are serious. They exist? What the hell?"

I recall thinking that he was not human in the mind, unnatural, thinking he was crazy or something. But undead? What's next? Pixies and fairies and earthbound angels?

"So, he was trying to…" I gulp, remembering his remarkably handsome face cold hard voice:

"You are a feisty one, you know? Not many put up as big of a fight as you do. Lucky for me, though, I like to play with my food before I eat it."

"He… he was going to eat me."

"I know."

There was a thinking period of silence after that. "He's after me."

It was not a question, and Jacob simply nodded.

"He's after me," I repeat, looking down at my hands. "If.. If he's after me, I can't go home."

"He wont come after you here. He'd be the Cullens' territory."

"Who the hell are the Cullens?"

He sighs. I look at my watch. "CRAP!"


"We have like, 3 minutes before they are due to arrive."

He nods. "I'll hear them. Bella lives right down the street, you know."


"Yup. Gotta go. I'll be just around the border of the forest until they arrive."

"Wait-" He pecks me on the cheek and is out of the car so fast, I barely see him disappear into the forest. I sit there for a few seconds, stunned, before coming to my senses and blushing involuntarily. I get out of the car, slam the door behind me and go into the canary yellow house with the burgundy shingles that seems so unfamiliar.

I sit on the couch in front of the TV, trying to act natural while I waited. I cross my legs, and realize that's too formal a pose. Instead, I prop them on the ugly little coffee table someone left in the house that my dad had somehow became attached to. A bunch of nerves sat at the bottom of my stomach.

Ugh. What a pretty visual.

Anyway, I was sitting there, feet propped on wood, when the doorbell rang.

Alarmed, I stood up. Why would he ring the doorbell? Doesn't he have a key?

I open it.


Definitely not Dad, nor Hannah.

"Who are you?"

The bronze haired, gold eyed beauty that looked down at me bore no resemblance to anyone I had ever seen in my life. I stepped back a bit.

"Is that the way to answer a door?"

"WELL," I said snappily. "You are a stranger, and not only that, you're an unannounced stranger."

His golden eyes glinted strangely. Something about him reminded me of..

I stepped back even further.

"What do you want?"

He was unaffected by my insolence. "I don't mean to be rude, it's just that you reek."

I went to slam the door but his hand went out and caught it before it had even gone an inch.

Ah, yes, I thought cynically to myself. I'm about to be killed. Yet again.

I stared up at him. He just stood there, looking… well, great.

But I became a little more confident when he didn't immediately bite me or slice my throat from ear to ear or even attempt to force his way into the house.

"Besides commenting on my personal hygiene, did you come here for something?"

"I'm Edward."

"Is that name supposed to be of any importance to me?"

Even as I asked the question, I knew that I recognized the name.

'Well, she did, I know she did, but she was just blinded by her blo… by her boyfriend, Edward.'

"I'm Bella's-"

"You're Bella's-"

"Boyfriend," we chorused and a silence followed that was slightly eerie.

"Once again," I ask, feeling a bit more relaxed but still outstandingly tense. "Do you need something? Or have you just come to make polite conversation?"

"I need you."