The Twilight Saga

This is a collab story with me and Gianna Black. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED! ALL THESE CHARACTERS AND SOME SCENES BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER! It's a Jacob and Bella story. So, please enjoy!





Chapter 1 (New Moon, Chapter 9: Third Wheel, page 219-224, just after Jacob left home from the movies)
I leaned against the kitchen counter, my hand inches from the phone, and tried to wait patiently. thought of the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away, and my fingers started drumming against the counter. I should have insisted on driving him home.

I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by. Ten. Fifteen. Even when I was driving, it only took fifteen minutes, and Jacob drove faster than I did. Eighteen minutes. I picked up the phone and dialed.

It rang and rang. Maybe Billy was asleep. Maybe I'd dialed wrong. I tried again.

On the eighth ring, just as I was about to hang up, Billy answered.

"Hello?" he asked. His voice was wary, like he was expecting bad news.

"Billy, it's me, Bella- did Jake make it home yet? He left here about twenty minutes ago."

"He's here," Billy said tonelessly.

"He was supposed to call me." I was a little irritated. "He was getting sick when he left, and I was worried."

"He was... too sick to call. He's not feeling well right now." Billy sounded distant. I realized he must want to be with Jacob.

"Let me know if you need any help," I offered. "I could come down." I thought of Billy, stuck in his chair, and Jake fending for himself...

"No, no," Billy said quickly. "We're fine. Stay at your place."

The way he said it was almost rude.

"Okay," I agreed

"Bye, Bella."

The line disconnected.

"Bye," I muttered.

Well, at least he'd made it home. Oddly, I didn't feel less worried. I trudged up the stairs, fretting. Maybe I would go down before work tomorrow to check on him. I could take soup- we had to have a can of Campbell's around here somewhere.

I realized all such plans were canceled when I woke up early- my clock said for thirty- and sprinted to the bathroom. Charlie found me there a half hour later, lying on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold edge of the bathtub.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Stomach flu," he finally said.

"Yes," I moaned.

"You need something?" he asked.

"Call the Newtons for me, please," I instructed hoarsely. "Tell them I have what Mike had, and that I can't make it in today. Tell them I'm sorry."

"Sure, no problem," Charlie assured me.

I spent the rest of the day on the bathroom floor, sleeping for a few hours with my head on a crumpled up towel. Charlie claimed that he had to work, but I suspected that he just wanted access to a bathroom. He left a glass of water on the floor beside me to keep me hydrated.

It woke me up when he came back home. I could see that it was dark in my room- after nightfall. He clumped up the stairs to check on me.

"Still alive?"

"Sort of," I said.

"Do you want anything?"

"No, thanks."

He hesitated, clearly out of his element. "Okay, then," he said, then he went back down to the kitchen. I heard the phone ring a few minutes later. charlie spoke to someone in a low voice for a moment, and then hung up.

"Mike feels better," he called up to me.

Well, that was encouraging. He'd only gotten sick eight hours or so before me. Eight more hours. The thought made my stomach turn, and I pulled myself up to lean over the toilet.

I fell asleep on the towel again, but when I woke up I was in my bed and it was light outside my window. I didn't remember  moving; Charlie must have carried me to my room- he'd also put the glass of water on my bedside table. I felt parched. I chugged it down, thought it tasted funny from sitting stagnant all night.

I got up slowly, trying not to trigger the nausea again. I was weak, and my mouth tasted horrible, but my stomach felt fine. I looked at my clock.

My twenty-four hours were up.

I didn't push it, eating nothing but saltine crackers for breakfast. Charlie looked relieved to see me recovered.

As soon as I was sure that I wasn't going to have to spend the day on the bathroom floor again, I called Jacob.

Jacob was the one who answered, but when I heard his greeting I knew he wasn't over it.

"Hello?" His voice was broken, cracking.

"Oh, Jake," I groaned sympathetically. "You sound horrible."

"I feel horrible," he whispered.

"I'm so sorry I made you go out with me. This sucks."

"I'm glad I went." His voice was still a whisper. "Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."

"You'll get better soon," I promised. "I woke up this morning and I was fine."

"You were sick?" he asked dully.

"Yes, I got it, too. But I'm fine now."

"That's good." His voice was dead.

"So you'll probably be better in a few hours," I encouraged.

I could barely hear his answer. "I don't think I have the same thing you did."

"Don't you have the stomach flu?" I asked, confused.

"No. This is something else."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Everything," he whispered. "Every part of me hurts."

The pain in his voice was nearly tangible.

"What can I do, Jake? What can I bring you?"

"Nothing. You can't come here." He was abrupt. It reminded me of Billy the other night.

"I've already been exposed to whatever you have," I pointed out.

He ignored me. "I'll call you when I can. I'll let you know when you can come down again."


"I've got to go," he said with sudden urgency.

"Call me when you feel better."

"Right," he agreed, and his voice had a strange, bitter edge.

He was silent for a moment. I was waiting for him to say goodbye, but he waited too.

"I'll see you soon," I finally said.

"Wait for me to call," he said again.

"Okay... Bye, Jacob."

"Bella," he whispered my name, and then hung up the phone.

***End of New Moon Excerpt***

The rest of the day, I tried to keep myself busy with chores and homework. I even called the Newtons to tell them I would be at work tomorrow, just because I couldn't find anything else to do.

But, even though I tried my hardest to keep myself busy, I couldn't stop thinking about Jacob. He sounded so sick on the phone and it hurt me to hear him in pain when there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn't allowed to come over until Jacob's call, but I could help but wonder if I should go down there.

As the day dragged on, it was finally nightfall and I decided to hit the sack early. As I climbed into the bed, I still thought about Jake. I needed to see him soon, to make sure he was okay, to see if he needed anything at all. I decided to go check on him tomorrow, at least call to see if he needed anything.

I heard a tap on my window. I completely froze and didn't dare look out my window. Could it be?

I slowly turned and looked at my window. My eyes widened when I saw a pebble tap my window once again. I pursed my lips. If he was here, he would have opened the window without any hesitation. I got up slowly and walked over to my window. Another pebble tapped against my window, just a little bit louder. I opened my window and looked down at the huge dark figure. At first, I couldn't make out what it was. Then, I saw it wave and recognized it at once.



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*~*~*~*~*~ Table Of Contents *~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 1 (By Me)
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Chapter 2 (By Gianna)

Chapter 3 (By Me)

Chapter 4 (By Gianna)

Chapter 5 (By Me)

Chapter 6 (Part 1) (By Gianna)

Chapter 6 (Part 2) (By Gianna)

Chapter 7 (By Me)

Chapter 8 (By Gianna)

Chapter 9 (By Me)

Chapter 10 (By Gianna)

Chapter 11 (By Me)

Chapter 12 (By Gianna)

Chapter 13 (By Me)


Chapter 14 (By Gianna)


Chapter 15 (By Me)


Chapter 16 (By Gianna)


Chapter 17 (By Me)


Chapter 18 (By Gianna)


Chapter 19 (By Me)


Chapter 20 (By Gianna)


Chapter 21 (By Me)

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*Written by the lovely Gianna Black :)*

Chapter 2
I slowly saw the realization dawn on her. “Jacob?” she asked. I could hear her even through the shut window with my new and improved werewolf hearing. The sound of her voice made everything that had happened the last day seem insignificant. Nothing mattered but her.

I would have proclaimed my love to her then and there, but I was balancing uncomfortably on a branch. One more minute like this and it would snap from my weight.

“Bella!” I hissed. My foot was slipping off the branch. “Ouch! Open the window!”

She waited a few seconds before yanking her window wide open.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

I was clinging precariously to the top of the spruce tree that grew in the middle of Charlie’s little front yard. My newly gained weight had the tree bowed toward the house and I swung my legs forward. I was going to lose my balance.

“Get out of the way,” I ordered.

“What?” I swung my legs again, backward and forwards, increasing my momentum. Bella realized what I was trying to do. “No, Jake!”

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at her. Of course, she wouldn’t know that even if I did fall, I would be perfectly fine. A werewolf trait. And if I were to ever get hurt, it wouldn’t take long to heal.

I almost fell, and I saw Bella come close to screaming for me, when I looked at her. I mean really look at her. At her eyes. They were the most beautiful, deep big brown eyes that I lost myself in. I had to be closer to her. The distance was too much for me to handle. I don’t know why I was suddenly changed, like my whole world revolved around her, instead of just a fraction of it, but I didn’t object. I liked the new feeling, and I welcomed it.

I had to close the distance between us as soon as possible. I swung agilely into her room, landing on the balls of my feet with a low thud. Her shocked expression never left her face.

We both looked to the door automatically, holding our breath, waiting to see if the noise had woken Charlie. A short moment of silence passed, and then we heard the muffled sound of his snore.

A wide grin spread across my face; I was extremely pleased that I had been able to climb the tree and get into her room without even waking up her father. I was about to open my mouth to say something—God know what—when she spoke.

“Get out!” she hissed, putting as much venom as she could into the whisper.

I blinked. Did she not feel the same pull to me as I did to her? I doubt even she could deny this feeling. And I know it was mutual.

I blinked, my face probably blank with surprise. “No,” I protested. “I came to apologize.”

It felt like a thousand knives were being stuck through me when I said no to her. What was happening to me? Was this some other weird wolf side affect? Was this feeling permanent? Because it felt like it’d be impossible to leave her. I thought it was hard to say goodbye before, but that was absolutely nothing to how insanely hard it was to even imagine now.

“I don’t accept!”

She tried to shove me out the window. If she hadn’t been serious, it would have been quite amusing. I didn’t budge an inch. Thank you, new muscles.

I had come here straight from “training,” you could call it. I was wearing some cut-off jeans that I found in the forest. I don’t know who I had stolen them from—from the smell of it, most likely Paul—but I needed something to wear since I had already decided I was going to see Bella. And there was no way I was seeing Bella while I was naked.

So I wasn’t wearing a shirt. As soon as Bella seemed to realize this, she removed her hands from my chest and stepped back.

She was shivering in the cold wind, but I was perfectly fine. I ran at 108 degrees nowadays. I noticed she was staring at my chest and I couldn’t help but smile as her eyes traveled up and down my body. I knew what she was thinking. I was huge. I had grown so much in a day. I towered over her tiny little figure, tongue-tied by my last reaction.

All of a sudden, she swayed unsteadily, struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Bella?” I whispered anxiously. I caught her elbow as she swayed again. I finally just picked her up in my arms and carried her over to her bed. She seemed a little reluctant to leave my arms, but collapsed on the bed anyway. She was exhausted.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, worry creasing my forehead.

She looked up at me, tears threatening to leak onto her face. “Why in the world would I be okay, Jacob?”

Anguish coursed through me. It was so strong I’m sure she saw it written all over my face. I was stuck. What do I say to that? “Right,” I took a deep breath. “Crap. Well…i-I’m so sorry, Bella.” There was no way she could even doubt if my apology was sincere or not. She knew me too well.

“Why did you come here? I don’t want apologies from you, Jake.” I know I should be focusing on much more important things, but I couldn’t get over how natural saying my name was for her.

“I know,” I whispered. “But I couldn’t leave things hanging. And I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

The thought of having to go hours, days, weeks, without seeing her was excruciating.

She shook her head wearily. “I don’t understand anything.”

I sighed. “I know. I want to explain—“ I broke off. I was trying to think of ways around Sam’s order to not tell anyone our secret. Bella could be trusted, right? She never told a soul about the bloodsuckers. Ugh. Even thinking about her being with one of those leeches was disgusting. It made me so angry to think of her with someone else, I started shaking. Bella noticed, of course, and looked at me, concerned. “But I can’t.” I was still shaking, angry as hell. “I wish I could,” I said more to myself than to her.

Her head fell into her hands. Her question was muffled by her arm. “Why?”

I was quiet for a moment. She twisted her head to the side—probably too tired to hold it up—and looked at me. My eyes were squinted, my teeth clenched, and my forehead wrinkled in effort. I was trying to find a way to tell her what I had become without obeying Sam and the pack.

“What’s wrong?”

I exhaled heavily. “I can’t do it,” I muttered, frustrated. There was no way around this.

“Do what?”

I ignored her question. “Look, Bella, haven’t you ever had a secret that you couldn’t tell anyone?”

I looked at her with knowing eyes. I knew she was thinking about the Cullens. She looked a little guilty.

“Something you felt like you had to keep from Charlie, from your mom…?” I continued. “Something you won’t even talk about with me? Not even now?”

Her eyes tightened. She didn’t say anything, so I assumed that meant yes. We both knew that it did, anyway. She just didn’t know that I knew.

“Can you understand that I might have the same kind of…situation?” I just wanted to scream, “Bella! I’m a werewolf!,” but that wouldn’t help anything. “Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.”

She didn’t answer for a while. Finally, she said, “I don’t know why you came here, Jacob, if you were just going to give me riddles instead of answers.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “This is so frustrating.”

We looked at each other for a long moment in the dark. “The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!” I said.

“What are you talking about?”

I took her face in my now enormous hands and held it just a few inches away from mine. She was so beautiful, and I knew then that I would do anything for her. Including telling her my secret.

“Remember the first day we met—on the beach in La Push?” the day I met the most gorgeous, smart, unselfish girl in the world. I would never forget that day.

“Of course I do.”

“Tell me about it.”

“We talked about the Rabbit…”

“Keep going.”

“We went for a walk down the beach…” I saw her blush the most beautiful shade of red under my palms as she recalled our first meeting. She probably thought I wouldn’t notice, but my senses are much more defined now.

I was nodding, waiting for her to continue. “You told me scary stories about the Quileute legends.”

“Yes. Do you remember what I said?” she had to.

I knew she was thinking about the bloodsucker story. Her face changed color. I groaned and jumped off the bed. I was somewhat worried that I would phase here and now. That leech was always getting in my way.

“Yeah, about the…cold ones.”

I sighed. “Do you remember any of the other stories?”

She thought for a while. After five minutes, she looked about ready to pass out. I laid her back against her bed and was about to make my escape out the window when she woke up.

“Jacob?” she called out in a small voice. Of course I could hear her, though.

I turned around and looked at her. “You’re a werewolf,” she whispered.

I didn’t say anything, no inclination to whether she was right or not. It hadn’t been a question, she was sure. I walked over to her and held her hand. She didn’t flinch away from me; instead she rubbed small circles on the back of my hand.

“Are you afraid?” I asked her. I would leave her alone if that’s what she wanted. I would do anything that she wanted.

She looked up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers. “No.”

“Maybe you should be. I’m not that safe. I’m not good for you, Bella.”

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve met other…mythical creatures before. I survived.” I started shaking, picturing her with him. “I don’t care if you’re not human. It doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She stopped suddenly.

There a silent moment. “You love me?” I asked.

She tried to look away from me, but I held her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “I do.”

A feeling of happiness washed through me. She loved me. She loved me.

“I love you, too.”

She fell asleep then, so I kissed her cheek and left, painful as it was.
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