this starts off in eclipse with jake's point of view, but it's different from real story. this is just my version.
a lot of things change for the residents of LaPush and Bella Swan. desire, confusion, and murder weave new paths for each of their lives. secrets reveal themselves and rupture the skin. new passions come to light. can imprinting make love easier?... can true love conquer imprinting?
Jacob Black Forever Chapter 1: Sunrise
i woke up this morning to find my legs stretched over the end of my bed. dang. i had grown again. i sat up and yawned, and stretched and flexed my arms. i felt like a freak. my muscles bulged. i looked in the mirror and decided that maybe they weren't so bad. i put some gray sweat pants over my legs and went to the kitchen for breakfast. dad was already there. i opened the fridge and drank the milk right from the carton.
Billy cleared his throat and folded his arms across his chest. "you're not dressed for school, yet?"
"i'm not going," i winked at him. i took another swig of milk from the carton.
"why not son?" he asked. i thought the answer was obvious.
"dad. look at me. i'm a freak of nature. you think kids at school aren't gonna notice these physical changes and make fun of them?"
"you shouldn't care what they think. you are something special. you have been chosen by nature to be the next alpha in our family tree. if i had gotten that chance, i wouldn't be complaining about it like you are," dad said.
i poured him a glass of milk and set it on the table. then i rolled him under it and made him something for breakfast.
"aren't you going to school today?" he asked. it wasn't a question. more like if you don't say yes then don't bother coming home this afternoon.
"maybe," i said. i put a pop tart in the toaster. i enjoyed testing his patience to an extent. but i always know where my limits are with dad. i looked out the window and the sun's ray beamed down like a lazer.
"you are not a freak. you are special," dad said.
"sure," i responded, still staring out the window. the sun never hurt my eyes when i look directly at it. it's like i'm the same species as the star. we could be one. we could take each other's place in nature. i whipped my head. then i felt my hair and realized the long black locks i use to sport were gone. i always seem to forget that. i rubbed the back of my head. my hair now was short and glossy. if i grew it back out, i would be one hairy wolf.
i put the pop tart on a plate and slid it to dad.
"thanks," he said. "now go put on a shirt and go to school."
i walked back to my room and looked around. what a mess, i shook my head. almost every piece of clothing i owned was either ripped or shredded. i siffed through the piles looking for something halfway decent to throw on. i put on a white shirt. then i took off the sweat pants, they didn't go with the shirt. but they did if i wanted to look like a homeless guy. i slipped on some blue jeans and then stuck my feet into some sneakers. i grabbed my backpack and banged my forehead walking out of the doorway. i said bye to dad and this time i ducked my head as i walked through the doorway of the front of the house. it felt like summer to me, but it was October. i got into my truck and drove to school. i was low on gas but i could make it there and back without running out. i decided to get some gas anyway before i returned home.
the school parking lot was scarce of cars. and i felt guilty for being one of the few kids that had a vehicle. i parked and walked up the steps just as the bell rang for first period. i caught Mrs. Nenette blushing at my physique. i couldn't help but smile, but i worried about giving her the wrong impression. like i said, i couldn't help but smile.
"good morning, Mrs. Nenette," i said.
"good morning, Jacob," she said.
i was the tallest kid walking through these halls. girls smirked at me and flirted. guys looked at me and wondered. maybe they wondered how i get so buff. maybe they wanna ask but are too 'macho' to ask. oh well. it's not like there's an answer i can give them. because there is none that i can share. they will just have to wonder. i walked into Mrs. Ono's class before ducking my head. she smiled and said hello. the thick round lenses of her glasses got jammed into her high set cheekbones as she smiled. i said hello and took my seat. i put my back pack on the floor.
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Jacob Black Forever chapter 27 In Plain Sight
“oh my gosh,” I said. “then you must be related to some of my friends down there.”
“my grades were so good, that I received a scholar ship to go to a private school. Kids on the rez usually turn down things like that. They don’t want to leave the land or leave family behind. But it’s not a permanent thing. My mom convinced me to take it. We moved to Vancouver so I could go to school and use my scholarship. I got through middle school like a breeze. It was my freshman year in high school that my body started hurting a lot. After I failed a math test, which I never did before, I phased. I was so mad at myself for getting such a low mark. Mom told me not to take grades so seriously. I told my mom about it, how I just phased out of nowhere. She then proceeded to tell me about my father. Who I only met once when I was three. Times were bad. They both did stupid things. He was married to someone else at the time of their affair. Though mom says it wasn’t an affair. She said they were in love. I think it was just lust. I always wanted to meet him, though. Mom finally gave me permission to go LaPush. She hasn’t talked to him since before we moved away. She doesn’t even know if he’s still living around there. For all we know he could have passed away. I figured I must have a grandmother or something still around.”
“Megan, you going into LaPush might pose a problem,” I said.
“why?” she asked, desperate.
“there’s this rule. Vampires can’t come onto their land,” I said. Megan shook her head.
“but I was bitten. It’s not my fault that happened to me,” she said.
“if you go on the land, one of the werewolves will pick up your scent and destroy you,” I said.
“there are more?” she asked.
“they can’t kill her,” Dallas said. “have you seen her in action? She’d eat them for dinner.”
“I don’t ever wanna hurt nobody,” she said.
“I need to find this Corporal guy,” I thought out loud. If I find him, I’d be risking my life, but it would be worth it to save Charlie.
“you guys know where I can find him? Where he hangs out? Can you tell me anything else?” I asked.
Dallas looked at Megan, unconfident about answering this question. But he spoke.
“the police station,” Dallas said. “since he’s a cop and all. It would be logical, wouldn’t it?”
“I don’t think he’s a real cop,” I burst Dallas’s bubble.
“then I have no idea,” he said.
“I’ll check the station anyway,” I said. “don’t go to LaPush,” I warned Megan.
“fine,” she mumbled, reluctantly. Who could her father be? Who could she be related to down there? She could be Quil’s half sister. Or Embry’s half sister. Or even Jake’s half sister. Her father could be anyone down there. But I doubt any one is going to be willing to take a DNA test for her. There’s probably more to the story of why she and her mom moved away. When she told her mom about the phasing, her mom immediately thought of her dad. She must have known about the legends. But she’s white. I think she was sworn to secrecy and then cast out. Or maybe Megan’s father had them move so that his affair would never be discovered, or his daughter. I just can’t accept that scholarship reason as legit. Maybe it was the truth.
I opened the door and got out of the car.
“see you around,” Dallas said. I looked back at him and her. She smiled just slightly, but she looked really hurt and upset.
“I’m just trying to keep you safe,” I said. I suddenly wondered why I even cared at all if she goes into LaPush. She was in on Charlie’s dissappearance. The wolves would be doing a justice, killing her. But.. she didn’t kill anyone.. that I know about. So I started to feel okay about not feeding her to the wolves, sort of speak.
“good luck,” she said.
“good luck to you to,” I said. I slammed the door and trecked back across the street to my truck. It was raining like hell. My shoes were soaking wet when I pressed my foot down on the accelerator. The sky was gray and white rain poured down diagonally as the wind blew it westward.
I pulled up infront of the police station and got out. Not caring that I was soaking wet, and my hair had flattened around my face, rain dripped from my ends.
“Bella, your back?” the receptionist asked, amused. I walked up to her desk.
“I want to talk to Corporal,” I said. Sharon looked around, not sure if she should help me or not.
“Bella,” Officer Lane said. I sighed. “whatcha need? I told you. Charlie’s out on vaykay.”
I marched up to him, sick and tired of hearing about Charlie being on vacation.
“I need Corporal,” I told him. i kept my voice straight and stern. “where is he?”
Lane looked down at me, rocked by my sudden assertiveness. “he’s in his office,” Lane said, pointing behind him. His face was blank. “go that way.”
“thank you,” I said. I followed his directions.
“he might not be there, though. He pops in and out a lot,” Lane said as my back was turned. I grimaced. He better be in there.
I passed busy worker bees sitting down at computers typing or answering phone calls. It was the very last office sectioned between the interagation room and a broom closet. The name on the door read, Jack Hudson. I entered without knocking, knowing I was about to come face to face with a vampire. Papers flew around the room after I yanked the door open. Dread filled my face. No one was in here. I wanted to go back up to the front and slap Officer Lane. But he did mention that he might not be in. Hudson. That’s not an Italian name. leading me to believe that the real Hudson was ambushed and killed for his identity. How else would they be able to get to such a high ranking office so quickly. Higher than Charlie. Having the power to give him vacations, sign his checks, assign overtime.
I turned around, about to call it a day. But I backed up into Hudson’s office, making sure nobody was paying attention to me. I went over to his desk. Hastily, I opened drawers and file cabinets, searching for anything. Anything at all. I came across a brass name tag. One that’s suppose to sit on top of the desk. Police commissioner, Simon Kennedy. I sighed from the relief of seeing the familiar name. this is the real man in charge. Not Corporal or whatever he wants to be called. But where the hell is Simon. Did he step down? He wasn’t old enough to retire yet. Did they kill him too? I could just picture the real Hudson and Simon’s bodies laying on top of each other in a dumpster somewhere outside of town, probably drained of their blood. I picked through papers in the desk. I pulled out a document that had ‘transfer’ typed across it. It looked legit, but it had to be fake. I skimmed the paper, looking over words that didn’t make sense to me. Jack Hudson. My eyes bulged at the name. poor guy. I turned on Simon's computer. The door cracked open, sending me into a quiet panic. I turned the computer back off and hid underneath the desk. The door closed and footsteps paced across the room. I covered my mouth with both of my hands as someone sat down in the chair infront of the desk. His knee was inches away from my cheek.