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When Rosalie Marcum moves to Seattle she vows to make a new start, to take control and make some changes. Her first brave adventure doesn't quite go as planned, but is certain to change her world forever. "I've not had any woman look at me the way you do," he whispers, voice husky. "I think you've been walking around with your eyes closed Jake," I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him, full of scepticism. His cheeky smile makes a timely appearance. "Oh, yeah, well, there's plenty of that." Modest as always. I'm just about to roll my eyes when his face turns serious again, stopping me in my tracks. "I mean, I've never had anyone look at me like they really..." He pauses, worrying his lip, "Like they really love me. Only me." Oh.

Jacob/OC pairing with the inclusion of several other characters from the Twilight series.

8. Chapter Eight

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"They turned out pretty well huh?" I smile across the small table to Jacob, who I think must have finished his about fifteen minutes ago. I swear that boy inhales his food.

"Yeah, seeing as you almost cried when we were 100 grams short of flour," he laughs, leaning back on the back legs of his chair. I get up and collect our plates and carry them over to the sink, tutting.

"Ha-ha, Rosalie's an obsessive perfectionist…" I mutter in a sing-song voice, scrubbing the plates and then popping them on the draining board. Jacob touches my back gently, turning me round.

"I'm gonna go have a shower, okay?" I nod and he leaves, pulling the door closed behind him, leaving me to finish clearing up. As I hear the shower start to run next door, the pipes groaning in protest, I spy a broom in the corner. Gosh, this is awkward. I'd never realised how difficult sweeping with one hand is before. Nevertheless, I manage to make myself a neat little pile. I'm bending down, head stuck in the cupboard looking for a dustpan when I hear something scratching at the kitchen door. On opening, Otis looks up at me and meows loudly, and then pushes past me to his food bowl, starting to munch loudly on cat biscuits.

"Hey Otis." Bending down, I give him a scratch behind his ears which he gratefully receives, purring and dribbling. He looks startled and darts away under the table when a knock comes from the front door, his tail fluffing up to twice its size, his body low to the ground. Weird, he seems such a friendly cat. On my way to answer the door it's knocked again rapidly. "I'm coming," I call, rolling my eyes at the knocker's impatience. "Can I help you?" I ask as I open the door.

Holy shit.

"Please, I need to see Jacob Black, is he there?" The young man's voice rasps as he speaks, escaping from dry, cracking lips framed by a filthy face. His hair is matted, tangled to his shoulders, but that is by no means the most startling thing about his appearance. He's completely naked, his hands covering his private parts, covered in dirt and cuts and bruises. It's only when his dark eyes start to fill with something that looks like shame that I realise how awful I'm acting, standing here looking at him with my mouth hanging open, and it snaps me into action.

"Come inside, god, what's happened to you?" I usher him inside quickly, gesturing to the sofa and slam the door, running to the bathroom instead. I bang on the door, looking over my shoulder at the boy made of skin and bones, lowering himself slowly onto Jacob's couch. "Jacob, Jacob! Come out, please!" When I hear faint sounds of him singing, out of tune, I bang more insistently. The water stops, as done the singing, and a moment later Jacob pulls open the door, soaking wet, wearing only a towel. Oh my. This is far too much partial nudity for this time of a morning…

"What's wrong?" I don't even know what to say, all I can do is step back and point at the back of the man's head, my eyes wide, shrugging. Jacob steps past me, grabbing another towel on his way out of the bathroom and beginning to rub his hair frantically, looking as perplexed as I feel. He walks around to the other side of the sofa and as soon as his eyes lock onto the man's obviously nudity, his eyes shoot back up to mine. "Ros, can you grab some clothes please?"

I run into Jacob's bedroom and rifle through his drawers, pulling out two pairs of boxers, jeans and two t-shirts. As I come practically running back into the living room, I hear the man pleading in a gravelly voice,

"Please, I need your help, I need the pack's help." I stop dead in my tracks, holding the clothes under my good arm. Pack? Jacob's gaze flickers nervously to mine and he strides towards me, taking the clothes.

"Pack? I don't know what you-"

"I know all about you, Jacob. The pack, the Quilette legends, the shape shifting, everything." Jacob laughs uneasily, passing the man some clothes and starting to pull on his own underneath his towel. "I need your help… all of you."

"Sorry, but, who are you?" Jake snaps, doing up his belt.

"My name's William Baxter," he replies, pulling Jacob's t-shirt, which completely swamps his skinny frame. "I'm a werewolf."

Say what now?

"Ros, can you get William a glass of water, please?" He asks me quickly, not breaking eye contact with William, staring with a ferocious intensity.

"Uh, yeah, okay." I stumble my way to the kitchen, only realising after my first step how much my whole body is shaking. I grab a glass from the counter and fill it from the tap. Did that man just say he's a werewolf? I'm pretty sure that's what I just heard. I watch my hand shake as I fill the glass to the top and after turning I have to lean myself against the counter top for a moment to regain my balance. Werewolves? They don't exist. Stuff of fairy tales and legends. This guy must have been stranded in the forest too long, that's got to be it. But then why would Jacob respond so fiercely?

As I reach the door, I pause. I can hear them talking.

"Not your kind, obviously… you guys have it easy, changing when you please." Jacob scoffs loudly. "Look, I'm not going to bore you with the details, I'll save that for when we're with the pack… all you need to know is that I'm in danger. We're in danger. I need your help." Otis meows loudly, rubbing against my leg, his tail quivering. I shush him, pressing my ear closer to the door.

"In danger from who, what are you talking about?" Jacob asks impatiently.

"Look, we don't have time for this!" Williams voice is getting louder, a desperate tone taking over. He sounds close to tears. "They could be tracking me here right now!" I push through the door brusquely and they both turn to look at me. I was right; tears are making tracks down his cheeks, leaving clean lines through the ingrained dirt. His tears make my heart swell and my mouth starts running off without my brain as I hand him his water.

"I have absolutely no idea what's going on," I exclaim, gesturing towards William, "But this poor guy is practically begging for your help and you're just standing there glaring at him." Jacob's mouth moves but no sound comes out and eventually his shoulders sag, his hands falling down to his sides from his hips. He sighs resignedly.

"Alright," he succumbs. He gestures towards the bathroom. "Go clean yourself up or something and I'll take you to see them."

"Thank you," he chokes out, tears still falling, "Thank you," he repeats, looking at me this time. His sincerity makes me smile, but it's stifled as soon as I turn to look at Jacob and meet his stoic gaze. William pushes himself up from the sofa, wincing, and slowly makes his way to the bathroom. Every step he takes looks laboured and painful; it makes me cringe just to watch. It's not until the door is shut and we hear it lock that Jacob talks to me.

"That guy is nuts." I raise my eyebrows sceptically, my hand on my hip.

"Oh really?" He looks incredulously at me, taking a step forward.

"Did you not hear the stuff he was saying?"

"I certainly did," I confirm, "And if it weren't for the fact that everything he said seemed to have such an effect on you, I'd probably agree. You did seem awfully keen for me to not hear what he was saying." Jacob shuffles uncomfortably from foot to foot, rubbing his neck and avoiding my eyes. When he looks at me again, his eyes are pleading, his expression so adorable that the sweetness of it should make my teeth hurt. He steps close to me, putting his hand on my arm.

"Will you just stay here for me, please?" I laugh and his expression crumples.

"You really think I'm staying here, after what I just heard? You may not want me to know what's going on, Mr Black," I poke his stomach with my finger, "But after the last couple of days, in particular that minor occurrence with a giant wolf in the forest that somehow chose not to eat me, I sort of feel… somewhat involved."

"Please, Rosalie…"

"I'm coming, Jake. Wild dogs couldn't keep me away." I pull away from his grasp before his puppy dog look manages to change my mind and take myself off to his bedroom to change my damp shirt.

What the hell is going on around here?