This is a fan-fiction, the book after 'Breaking Dawn', in the Twilight Saga. I know I shouldn't have started a new project while I have so many still uncompleted, thousands of stray frayings of one piece of wool, that wool being me.. Sorry. Whoops. Going into too much story-y stuff. Enjoy!
Book 1: Jacob's book.
My red brown paws pushed the damp earth behind me as I sprinted through the familiar forests. I soon came to a sudden stop infront of a cottage. I phased quickly and effortlessly, whipping on my clothes that were tied to my ankle.
My fist tapped lightly on the wooden door, and Bella, in her unaltering perfection, was already standing before me.
"Hey Jake," She whispered, wind gently carressing a silver wind chime.
"Hey Bella." My voice was nothing like hers; it was low and throaty, more huskier than normal. Of course, she noticed this.
"Want a drink?" She asked, welcoming me in. I would have done that anyway, gladly helped myself, and she knew that. Manners, of course. Sometimes, I thought, why bother? There's no point if you blatantly know what's coming next. Why was I in such a bad mood today? A shudder ripped through me as I nodded and trudged through the brilliant house.
"Nessie not awake yet?" I muttered, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
"No. She had a late night last night. Up thinking about you again. You know, she never shuts up about you. It gets annoying." A smile grew on my lips as cold water ran into the glass. It was nice to know that Bella was still here, still my Bella. I smiled further as I realised I had got that off of Bella. She always said, 'my Jacob'. Even though I loved her in my own little way, it could not compare to the irrevocable love I felt for Nessie. I figured that was probably how Bella used to feel - and probably still does, differences aside - with me and Edward.
I heard footsteps, a vague patter on the stairs. Nessie's beautiful face revealed itself as she waltzed quickly and gracefully towards me. My bad mood disappeared.
"Jake!" She shouted, jumping up to hug me, her arms flinging around my neck. Her ankle length, tight brown curls bounced with the movement.
"Hey, Ness." I muttered into her shoulder as I stroked her hair. She was now about the size of a six year old, but her mind continued to race ahead of her. I wouldn't be surprised if she was more intelligent than me. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if a rock was more intelligent than me. She was talking much more now, but used her 'gift' quite a lot, too. She touched my face and told me she was thirsty. To tease her, I offered her my glass of water but she playfully lifted her hand and smacked me lightly on the cheek.
"You know what I mean," She muttered in her flawless voice and grabbed my hand. I hadn't even realised Edward was in the room.
"You coming?" I said, raising my eyebrows at Edward and Bella. Bella bit her lip, but by the look on her face afterwards she seemed frustrated that her lip didn't falter under her gleaming teeth.
"I don't think so. Not today." She murmured.
Edward agreed, playing with a strand of her hair.
She took Edward's hand as they danced up the stairs.
"Looks like it's just me and you then," I smiled at Nessie.
A frown gently pulled down the corners of her mouth.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned, kneeling down to her level.
"I'll tell you in a minute." She grabbed my hand and towed me into the deep depths of the forest.
"Something's wrong with them, Jacob, and I'm worried." She lifted my hand and traced the creases in my palm.
"Don't get worried, honey," I soothed her.
"But, they know that I know that something's wrong, and they won't tell me." She whispered, flipping my hand over. She figured she'd had enough with that hand, and she reached for my other one. We sat facing each other on two tree stumps and I gave her my other hand.
"Well what have they been doing that makes you think something's up?" I tried to sound as graceful, as gentle as she had, but I was nowhere near. She was silent for a moment, and then she whispered even quieter.
"They haven't been taking me out quite so much as they used to. I haven't seen Alice in a week! I hate not seeing Alice..And they're always so quiet.. So...So, upset all the time.." A tear escaped her eye but I gently pushed it away. I pulled her onto my lap, then rested her head in my chest.
"Shhh, it's okay. Everything's fine." I hummed into her ear quietly. She sniffed, and wrapped her arms around my torso.