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2nd Personal Sun

Summary:
Bella and Edward have decided to move away to Alaska. Jacob is still trying to cope from the pain of losing his true love, and is unintentionally tearing himself away from the pack. But, what if, Leah and Seth Clearwater had an optimistic little sister to begin with? Can she be the one to brighten Jacob's outlook and save a crumbling pack from falling forever? But, what if something happens to Jake that will effect her just as badly in the end? Can she make it through the scenario and still maintain her sense of trust? More importantly...can she make it out alive? new chapters added!


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18. Chapter 18

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Three days passed.

Kiralee hadn’t heard from Jacob, the Cullens, or Sam. She felt relieved, though. When she replayed in her mind the day Jacob came over and she cried into him like a baby, all she felt was embarrassment. She’d made herself look like such an idiot who couldn’t control her emotions. Sam hadn’t come over in a while, either, which really made it easy to concentrate—and remember how to breathe. Even Leah and Seth hadn’t talked much. Not that she saw them; Sam had been assigning extra patrol hours and meetings. The house was quiet without them. Her mother, Sue, wouldn’t be home for another week or so from Seattle. She’d been on a business trip for a while.

Kiralee couldn’t take this. Even though the silence was comforting, it was also extremely tensing. So many questions were being shouted at her. Would Jacob call? What’s going to be the Cullens next move? Is she going to tell Sue about all of this when she returned home? Has Alice seen anything? Has Sam planned anything? Will Gwendolyn’s plan work? When will the Volturi come? Will the vampires leave when the Volturi leave? Will she survive? Will Jake survive? What about Ginger?

She froze. What about Ginger?

Her head hurt. She decided it wasn’t healthy for a teenager to have to deal with this all at once. It was too irritating. It was too confusing. It was too complicated. It was too terrifying.

“This needs to end,” she muttered, resting her cheek against the cool tabletop in her kitchen. She needed to stop this madness. Where was she going to start?

With Jacob.

She had to.

She was at the Blacks’ front door before she could rethink her decision.

“Come in,” Billy Black’s throaty voice called from inside. She opened the door quietly and stepped through the threshold.

“Hi, Billy,” she whispered. “Is Jake here?”

He shook his head. “Beach,” he answered.

“You think he’ll still be down there by the time I get there?”

“Most likely. He said he needed to think.”

She nodded, smiling slightly as she turned to leave. Billy spoke.

“Is this about Ginger?” he asked solemnly.

She paused, staring down at her feet. Her back stayed facing him.

“I’m not sure.” She answered honestly, quietly. She leaned her forehead on the closed door.

“Kiralee,” he said slowly, and her head turned to look at him. His wrinkling face was saddened, and her heart slowed.

He didn’t say anything more. He just stared at her.

But he didn’t need to say anything for her to get what he meant.

“I’m lost, Billy,” she whispered, fighting tears.

He didn’t answer.

“My hands are tied.”

No answer.

“You have to believe that.”

His mouth was a hard line. “I do.”

“Please don’t be mad.”

It was his turn to look down.

“I’m not,” he grumbled.

Kiralee stared out the window while she spoke. Her voice—like it had so many times—barely rose above a torturous whisper.

“I love him, Billy. You know that.”

She didn’t turn to see his reaction.

“That’s why I’m doing this,” she said again. “I’m protecting him.”

“I’m afraid I can’t agree with that,” he murmured.

Her eyes tightened. She continued on heartbreakingly.

“I can’t protect him from himself, Billy.”

The silence was excruciating.

“I tried,” she whimpered. “I did. I gave it all I had.”

Billy’s face stayed dismal.

“So I’m guessing you know everything,” her voice cracked. “Every single thing.”

He nodded.

“You understand my sole intentions.”

He nodded again.

“You understand how this is killing me, too?” she asked.

He didn’t respond.

“I haven’t slept for six days,” she continued. “Haven’t eaten in three. The pack hasn’t talked with me. I’ve met vampires. I’m prepared to fight vampires if I have to. I’m literally killing my own best friend from the inside out. I’m fourteen,” she looked at him. “I’m fourteen. I am fourteen years old. Do you understand, Billy? Do you?”

“I can’t empathize. But I can sympathize.”

“I don’t want your sympathy,” she said sharply.

“What do you want, then, Kiralee?” he asked, not at all critical. He was trying to help. She couldn’t make herself feel appreciation.

“I want it to stop.”

“It will end soon enough, Kiralee. It will.”

“I don’t believe that,” she said flatly. “Sure, the Volturi will go away. So will the Cullens. And Bella. Ginger will, too. But Jacob won’t. I’m scared for him, Billy. I’m scared for him.”

“We all are,” he sighed. She could faintly make out tears in his eyes.

“Hasn’t he been through enough?” she asked.

“Some would think.”

“What a disaster,” she moaned.

“Go down to the beach,” Billy said slowly, carefully. “Go down there. Go set things right.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she cried.

“You can, Kiralee. That’s why Sam chose you to tell him. You have to. Go be Jacob’s lifeline.”

His encouraging words did little.

“I’m going to go.” She said.

“Go, Kiralee. Go save him.”

She exited through the door and walked down to the beach, wiping a tear from her weakened eye.

Jacob was sitting on a piece of splintered driftwood when Kiralee walked up behind him. He made no recognition of her approach, so she just sat next to him. He was staring out to the horizon over the ocean.

"Hi, Jake,” she began quietly.

He didn’t answer for a couple minutes. “Hi.”

She sighed, deliberating. Finally, she responded,

“How’ve you been?”

He still didn’t turn to her. “Better.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, although it was a stupid question.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

He sighed.

“Seriously, Jake,” she said. She shook his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he shrugged out of her hand.

“Is it about the pack?” she asked; acting oblivious. Deep down, she knew he knew something was wrong. Maybe this would be easier to tell him if he knew the slight gist of things.

“Sort of,” he answered.

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes,” he breathed.

“What happened?”

“Quil and Embry…” he trailed off and looked at her. She could tell he was deliberating on sharing this. Her eyebrows rose, prompting him to continue.

“Quil and Embry…they’re, acting strange.” He said.

“How so?”

“It’s like…they’re keeping something from me,” he said. Kiralee stiffened. He must’ve noticed, because his next question was, “Do you know something about that?”

Kira sighed and looked out over the ocean. The waves were calm today. She wished she could be as calm as that.

“Sort of,” she said.

He grinned slightly. “It’s a yes or no question.”

She chuckled softly. “Yes, then.”

“Well…?”

“I don’t know where to begin.”

“Pick something.”

She sighed again, folding her arms over her knees. “I’m sorry about the other day.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“For crying like that. I really freaked you out.”

“You did.” He hesitated. “Something tells me that that’s what this is about.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“It’s not something good.”

“No.”

“Well?” he prompted again.

“I’m…I’m here to be your lifeline, Jake.” It sounded corny, but she couldn’t think of any other way to lead him into it.

He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Is this about the Cullens?”

She paused, looking up at him nervously.

“I already know they’re here,” he said quietly.

“Did someone tell you?” she whispered. The sun was starting to go down, the wind picked up. She shivered.

He leaned into her. Warmth flooded her left side. “I guess you could say that. I picked up traces of their thoughts.”

“How’s that going?” she whispered. “For you, I mean.”

“What do you mean? The fact that they’re back?” he asked, and when she nodded, he said, “I don’t care anymore. She chose him. End of story.”

“I talked to Bella,” she murmured.

His large eyes finally looked down at her bleakly.

“When did you see Bella?” he asked skeptically.

“She was here,” she answered him. “In the clearing. With the rest of them.”

“You were alone?” he spat through his teeth. “With those leeches?”

“Don’t call them that,” she defended them lightly.

“Oh, so now you’re on their side,” he laughed blackly, kicking a rock and sending it almost to the water. “This is great. Just great.”

“I’m not on anybody’s side.”

“Didn’t you say you had something to tell me?” he asked, irritation rising in his tone.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “It has to do with the Cullens.”

“Doesn’t everything?” he said darkly.

“It also has to do with Ginger,” she interrupted him, raising her voice slightly so he would hear her correctly.

“What about Ginger?”

“She was…looking for them.”

He snorted.

“Really, Jacob. She was looking for Bella.”

“Why would she do that? Bella’s nothing to her. She doesn’t even know her.”

“To see if she’s an immortal.” She mumbled. “Yet.”

“She knows nothing about vampires.”

“She knows more than you think.”

“Oh, really?” he asked, the irritation growing.

“She works for them, for one thing. In Italy. You know…when Bella…left. To go save Edward. She works for that family, the Volturi.”

He laughed again, this time it was half amusement.

“Of course she does. She also has webbed feet and has traveled to the moon.”

“I’m not kidding, Jacob.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he shook his head. “It’s getting dark. You should just go.”

“I’m not leaving until I’m finished telling you, Jake.”

“I don’t want to hear anything else from you,” he said acidly.

That stung deep for her. Wincing, she continued.

“Alice Cullen saw the Volturi coming to get Ginger, Jacob. They’re coming for us.”

“Oh, so you talked with the psychic.”

“Carlisle has a friend that’s going to help us,” she ignored him.

“You met him, too, huh?”

“I met all of them. I plan on meeting the Volturi with them when they come, too,” she said, then added, “and our pack. They’re helping.”

“Sam would’ve told us.”

“Go ask him. He sent me to tell you this, anyway. He’s told everyone else. He wanted to tell you after you knew about everything.”

“You’re being stupid, Kiralee,” Jacob rolled his eyes. “Just go away. I can’t hear anymore of this.”

“I’m not asking for you to believe me, Jacob. I’m trying to be there for my friend. My best friend.”

“You have no proof,” he said.

“I just told you that Alice saw them coming.”

“Her visions aren’t exact,” he contradicted.

"The Volturi don’t usually change their minds.”

“And you know this, how?”

“Gwen—Carlisle’s friend—told me. They want to kill me, Jacob, because I know about vampires.”

"They’re not going to kill you,” he rolled his eyes again. “They’re not even coming. Ginger isn’t working for them. She’s a human, and yeah, she’s from the United States.”

“This isn’t a joke. I’m a—mortal, I guess—who knows about them. Of course they want to kill me. Just like how they want to kill Bella, although she plans on becoming one of them. So technically she’s in the clear.”

“Stop talking about Bella.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s just…god, Jake. I’m only trying to prevent you from getting hurt.”

“I don’t need your help.”

She laid a hand on his warm forearm. “Yeah, you do.”

He leaned away from her, making her shiver again from the loss of heat.

“I can take care of myself,” he hissed. “I don’t need a teenage girl’s sympathy.”

“I’m not here to give you sympathy. I’m here to be your friend.”

“Ginger’s the sweetest, most amazing girl I’ve ever met. It’s ludicrous to even accuse her of something like that.”

“I’m not accusing her of anything, Jacob.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I already told you. I’m trying to help you.”

“Help me from what, Kiralee?”

“From Ginger,” she sighed. “I’m trying to not let her hurt you anymore than you’ve been. I’m only thinking of you, Jake. I love you. I always have; you’re like the big brother I never had. Ever since my dad died, I’ve been dead. You’ve helped me regain myself. I’m here for you, now.”

He answered softly. “I don’t need your help; especially not from Ginger. Ginger’s not a threat.”

She sighed for a third time, standing up. “Then…I don’t think we should be friends anymore.”

He looked up at her, shocked. “Why not?” he protested. “Because of Ginger? You’re using our relationship as a reason for our friendship to end?”

“I’m here to offer a shoulder to lean on, Jake, and all you can do—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding up his hand. “You’re seriously not doing this right now. You expect me to believe that my girlfriend is working with vampires against me? And when I don’t, you end our friendship? That’s crazy!”

“But it’s reality, Jacob.”

“This is so stupid. Why are you doing this, Kiralee?”

“Because, Jacob,” she said. “It’s just…not going to work out. I’m not going to watch while Ginger breaks you down. If Ginger’s your girlfriend, then I can’t be your best friend.”

Why?” he shouted, standing up, trembling slightly. “Because of this stupid thing you’re talking about? The Volturi?” he sneered, looking down at me.

“Yes,” Kira said. “It’s the truth, Jacob. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“You’re sure about that?” he snarled.

A sharp ache slashed through her. “Positive.”

“You need to believe her, Jacob,” a quiet voice murmured, stepping into the group. Jacob and Kiralee looked up, both taking a step back.

Bella Swan came out from the shadows, looking at Jacob with pained eyes.