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A Not-So-Every-Day Romance

Summary:
I originally wrote this for the Odd Ship Challenge, but since Kaiwynn said we could post it... Jake has recently become my favorite character, and I began this story before that happened. Angela has always been my faovrite one of Bella's normal friends, so it was only natural that I put them together, especially since I couldn't bear to separate any of the real couples. Angela discovers the truth about the Cullens, and about the guy she's in love with. Could it really be true? And what happens when she finds out that Bella wants to be a vampire? Can she come to terms with everything and keep the people who have come to mean so much to her, or will their relationships crumble to dust? There is a sequel now posted: A Pretty Strange Love Story. Look it up!


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7. Harsh Realities

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Angela’s PoV

“Angela! Wake up, please! Quickly! We have to go!” That voice sounded so familiar.

“Bella?” I asked, my voice hoarse. Then all of my memories came flooding back. But what was Bella doing here? When I looked up, I wished I hadn’t. The giant wolves, Jacob and his friends, I reminded myself, and Edward and his family were fighting Victoria. Inhuman snarls came from the Cullens’ throats, and I watched in terror as Emmett tore open Victoria’s throat with his teeth. My breath caught in my throat. In a minute, Victoria was being torn apart by all of them. Then, Dr. Cullen lit a match, and burnt what was left.

I couldn’t breathe. The world tilted at an alarming slant, and I felt Bella slap me. “Angela, breathe! We’ll explain everything later, but you need to get up.

I stood up on shaky legs, and Bella smiled at me reassuringly. “We’re ok.” She told them. “Guys, follow us back to the Cullens’. We’ll explain this to Angela together.” The biggest wolf shook his head, kind of like a nod. Bella obviously took it as one, because she turned to Edward and his family. “Alice? Will you carry Angela? You’re probably the least scary at the moment.”

Alice nodded, and walked over to me slowly with a nervous grin on her face. Then, when I didn’t back away, she swung me into her arms and onto her back. “Angela, make sure to close your eyes. The first time I did this, I almost threw up.” I listened, and closed my eyes tightly. Then, Alice ran.

Words cannot describe that trip. I was terrified. Wind slapped my face as we raced over the ground at an alarming rate. Then, suddenly, we stopped. “You can open your eyes now,” Alice’s musical voice told me. When I did, we were standing in front of a huge white mansion in the middle of a field. Bella saw me staring, and came over to walk beside me.

“This is the Cullen’s house. Fantastic, isn’t it?” I nodded distractedly, looking behind me nervously. “They’re changing. They have to put clothes on; they transform naked.” She interpreted my glance correctly.

“What are they?” I asked.

Bella shook her head. “Wait ‘til we get inside. Jake has to tell you for himself.”

We settled down in the living room. Bella and I sat on a loveseat, with Edward hovering protectively behind us. I flinched away, not knowing what do so close to a guy I had just seen rip a woman to shreds. He glanced at me with a frown, and I couldn’t imagine why. Dr. Cullen and his wife sat by Alice on the sofa, and Rosalie and Emmett stood near the back wall. There was no sign of Jasper.

Then, there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Dr. Cullen called.

Slowly, the Quiluete boys filed in. They sat on the floor, staring at me uneasily.

“You probably have a few questions.” Sam said, looking at me. I stared at the floor, unsure what to say.

“Angela, go ahead. They won’t bite.” Bella shook me. I looked at her, still not sure. She nodded encouragingly.

“What… What are you?” I whispered.

Jacob looked at the floor while he answered. “We’re the Quiluete werewolf Pack.”

“Werewolves?” I whispered, not comprehending. “That’s impossible.”

Bella snorted. “Angela, I think that you’ll find that the word impossible doesn’t have much meaning here.”

I gulped. My boyfriend was a werewolf.

“Uh, how… what… I mean… I don’t even know what to ask.”

Jake looked at Bella, clearly begging for help. She responded, “Jake’s only been a werewolf for about a year. He couldn’t tell you because that’s against the rules. Umm… werewolves are the enemy of vampires…”

“Vampires!?” I squeaked. “Do they exist too?”

Bella giggled. “Umm… lets move on to that after we finish werewolves.”

I asked the only question that really mattered to me at that moment. I whispered in Bella’s ear, “Do I need to be afraid?”

She regarded me solemnly. “No, not really. I used to hang out with him all the time, and I wasn’t. Of course, I had practice, but more of that later. Most of the things you think of when you hear the word werewolf is a myth. They can transform any time, not just during a full moon. They do that when they get angry, right guys?” The pack nodded wordlessly. The whole room looked at me expectantly.

Now that my head had stopped reeling, I could think more clearly. Who cares if Jake can turn into a wolf? He’s still him, the man I’m in love with. But, didn’t he trust me enough to tell me? Is that why he didn’t tell me? He didn’t trust me?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” They all stared at me, dumbstruck, especially Jake. Bella just smiled proudly, as if telling the whole room, ‘I knew she’d be ok with it!’

Jake wouldn’t look at me. I stood up, and sat down beside him. I tilted his chin up so he was looking me in the eyes. “Why?” I whispered. “I told you everything. Even the worst of it. Didn’t you trust me enough?”

“I was afraid.” He mumbled.

“Afraid of what?” I prodded.

“How you’d react. Sam’s girl, Emily, freaked, and they got in an argument over it. Sam ended up mauling her because he lost his temper.”

I shivered, remembering Emily’s horrific scars. Sam was staring out the window, shame and pain written all over his face. He obviously loved Emily dearly, and regretted what he had done. Someone who was so apologetic could hardly be a monster, could they?

“Well, I won’t say I’m not scared at all, because that would be a lie, but you’re still you. I don’t think you’d ever hurt me. I love you too much to leave you because you’re different.”

He stared at me for a minute, then grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door. When he closed it firmly behind us, his lips met mine in a hard, thankful, wondrous kiss. My arms went around his neck, and my fingers into his hair. His hands went under the hem of my shirt, and stroked my bare back. When we took a break to breathe, he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”