Dusk
Chapter One;
You've Turned My Heart Jet-Black.

"I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," I told Bella, who was hugging me as tight as she could. I returned the embrace, but so much softer.

"I love you," I told her. "Love you too," she murmured.

"Now, go on! Get! I can't miss you if you don't leave," I said. She smiled. "Oh, so now you're trying to get rid of me?" she said. I kissed her lightly and replied, "Yes, actually, I am. The faster you leave, the faster you come back."

"Okay. I'll try to be back by 6. Jake's coming over-"

"What?"

"Jake's coming over," she continued, "around 6:30, okay?" I sighed and nodded. She hugged me once more and then ran out to the car, where Alice, Rosalie and Esme were waiting for her. They were all going to go over the wedding plans and finish them, and I had to be as far away as possible so I didn't overhear the surprise. To top it off, I wasn't to leave the house.

Jasper and Emmett came into the room. "We'll be back later," Emmett told me. I looked at them in disbelief. "You're leaving too?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jasper said. "We're gonna hunt for the evening. Found a new spot full of lions you'd like. We'll show you later. No peeking, either!" I nodded and blocked out their thoughts, and they did the same. Carlisle came downstairs, and what little hope I had of not being completely alone in this house were crushed.

"I'll be back in an hour or so," he told me after Jasper and Emmett had left. "I have to get some supplies. You think you'll be alright alone for a little while?"

I snorted. "I think I'll survive." I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'd be fine. The only reason I didn't want to be alone in this house is that it's boring. The television got on my nerves, I'd already read every book in the house, and I wasn't allowed to leave. Fun, fun, fun.

It was almost five o'clock. The only thing on my To Do list was to wait for Bella, Alice and Esme to get back. I sighed, sat on the couch and flipped the television on anyway. It was something to do.

I ended up watching the news play over and over for the next hour. It filled up the silence. Suddenly, I heard thumping, and my nose started to burn. I wrinkled it in disgust as the scent hit me.

Jacob was early.

I waited until his paw-steps faded into footsteps. There was a pause, and a rustle of fabric as he most likely put on some clothes, more footsteps, and then a knock at the door.

I got up and opened it, my nose on fire with his filthy scent. "Bloodsucker," he greeted.

"Mongrel," I replied, stepping to the side to let him in. He looked around. "Where's Bella?"

"Out. You're early," I told him.

"Oh. S'okay if I wait here with you?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I suppose you wouldn't be a bother. Bella said she'd be here at 6, so you'll have to wait approximately 10 to 15 minutes."

He sat down on the couch, turning the television's volume up. "How can you watch TV without even hearing it?" he asked. I took a seat next to him. "I could hear it just fine. You're just deaf," I informed him. Jacob had trained himself to block his thoughts out from me. I was grateful; I didn't want to hear his disgusting fantasies anyway.

"At least I'm alive," Jacob retorted. I rolled my eyes. "Apparently liveliness is not what Bella looks for in a boy, hhmm?" I taunted, smirking.

"Shut the hell up."

"Then turn the TV down a little. It's much too loud," I said. He had it so he could hear it fine, but it was so loud for me, that my ears were starting to hurt.

"A little," Jacob said, doing so. I silently thanked him and we watched the news, the same stories over and over for me, news to him.

"Hurry up, Bella," he muttered after a half hour.

"Don't you have a girlfriend or something?" I asked. He gave me a death-glare. "What? I'm just asking." He didn't reply.

"I'm sensing some innocence. You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"My sex life is none of your business, Edward," Jacob said venomously. I was provoking him purposely, and yes, part of it was curiosity. However, I knew for a fact that Jacob was no virgin.

I gave a dead-beat sigh. "Okaaa-ay," I said in a sing-song tone. He growled at me, and I smiled, turning back to the TV.

But Jacob wasn't too happy with me.

I suddenly hit the floor. It didn't hurt, but it did paralyze me for a second or two. Since when could Jacob knock me over? How was that possible?

"How did you-" I didn't finish. Jacob turned the TV down and go down on the floor. He crawled over so that he hovered over me. A cold feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. A feeling I'd never felt for myself. I'd felt it for my family, for Bella, for Bella's family. But now this feeling was for me.

Fear. I was scared for myself. I was truly afraid of Jacob Black.

The look on his face made me look away. He looked ready to kill. But Jacob grabbed my jaw and forced my head forward again, and I swept my eyes back to him. I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.

"What in God's name are you doing?" I asked, tryng to sound casual. I succeeded; my voice was even and calm.

"You think you're so almighty and powerful, don't you? That I don't amount to anything you do?" He leaned in closer, and I felt his too-hot breath on my face; I cringed.

I'd messed with him for the last time, I realized. His anger with me was through the roof and he'd had enough. I tried to push him off, but he didn't let me, and I rolled to the side. Jacob roughly grabbed my forearms and forced me to come back. I held back a cry of pain; it hurt. Horribly. I wriggled and kicked, but I couldn't break free.

I wanted to know when he'd gotten so strong, but I didn't dare, nor did I try to get up again. I had three new facts to add to my knowledge: 1) Jacob Black was stronger than me. 2) Jacob Black could hurt me. 3) Jacob Black scared me.

"I didn't mean it-" I honestly didn't. I'd just been messing with him like we always did around each other.

"Shut the hell up," Jacob hissed. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms above my head. If I was alive, he would've completely cut off the circulation in my hands with the death-grip he had. I felt my bones grinding against each other, and gasped in pain, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I'm s-sorry," I murmured.

"Sorry? You're not sorry!" he yelled, growling menacingly. I cried out in agony as his grip tightened.

Again, I tried to escape, but Jacob didn't let me go. Once more, his hands tightened and I heard a loud crack. Suddenly, my right arm was on fire, and I guessed that he'd broken something. I let out a few dry, choked sobs.

I was wearing a black t-shirt, and I felt it being lifted off my body. My eyes widened as Jacob let go of my wrists to throw it elsewhere. My mind went into overload as I panicked, knowing what was going to happen. Oh, god no, Jacob. Don't do it. Anything but that. Please.

"W-what are you doing?!" I stuttered, my breathing becoming fast and irregular.

"Now, you're scared, eh?" He chuckled darkly. I was frozen with fear, my wrist throbbing painfully. I'd never broken a bone before, and I hoped I never would again.

Jacob leaned in close, his own bare chest pressing against mine, and gave me a smirk. "Edward, you need to be taught a little lesson in hospitality," he said slyly, his hands going to my waist. I watched in horror as he undid my belt. And he did it slowly, to torture me. Once the belt was gone, his fingers slipped under the waistband of my jeans and tugged downwards. They slipped off easily; I didn't have the widest hips.

I heard my pants being discarded on the floor by the rest of my clothes. I gave Jacob a pleading look. "Please, Jacob, if you have an inch of humanity," I half-sobbed, "you won't do this to me."

"If you, Edward, had an inch of humanity, I wouldn't," he replied. He started to pull off his own pants, and I used his short moment of distraction to scramble to my feet. I grabbed my jeans and ran for the door, but Jacob grabbed me around my waist and threw me onto the couch. He kicked his pants off and climbed on top of me again. I was so afraid, and I really didn't want him to have a chance to finish this. Where is everybody? I wondered hopelessly. I knew it was well past 6.

I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'd be fine. Apparently, I'd been wrong.

I started to scream as a last resort. "HEL-" Jacob clapped a hand over my mouth before I could finish. "Keep your mouth shut if you don't want me to break your neck," he threatened. I nodded, and he removed his hand. His hands went to my waist again.

I'd have to trust and hope that someone was close enough to hear me. "Help," I whispered, as loud as I could without Jacob hearing it. I was on my own from here.

I couldn't win. Jacob pulled off my boxers effortlessly, and they joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. I knew my whole face would be red if it could be, considering I was laying, helpless and naked, under Jacob Black.

"I..." I sighed. I'd lost. He was going to do it whether I begged, wiggled, or cried. His smirk was still there, and I closed my eyes. "Do it already," I muttered.

"What?"

"I said 'do it already'!" I yelled. "Just get it over with!" I started to cry again, tearlessly.

He laughed. I watched him slip off his own boxers. I whimpered. "You really want me to?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No," my voice cracked, "but you're going to anyway." Jacob smiled too wide. His teeth showed. I looked at the ceiling and started counting to distract myself.

One mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi, four mississippi, five-

Suddenly, Jacob thrust into me with all his strength. I screamed until my throat was raw and burning. My spine snapped straight immediately. I felt like my body was being torn apart, slowly and painfully. The pain dizzied me, my vision got blurry, and I started breathing hard. I grabbed Jacob's shoulders and gripped them as tight as I could to steady myself. I heard Jacob hiss, but he didn't stop me. -seven mississippi, eight mississippi, nine missi-

My whole body sore and protesting, Jacob thrust in again. I cried out in agony; my back arched. Jacob moaned. He's enjoying this. "You're a sick bastard," I said vehemently.

"Revenge hurts, doesn't it?" Jacob replied. A whole fucking lot, I said in my head. Soon, he did it again, and again. I felt myself going numb as he set a fast pace for himself.

Then I heard one of the most wonderful sounds.

It was the sound of a Porsche speeding down the street. It was familiar, too, and even had Alice's voice muttering "Edward's in trouble, Edward's in trouble!" I sifted through her head and found the vision she'd had: Jacob covering my mouth after I'd screamed, threatening to kill me.

Jacob sped up his thrusts, suddenly, his breath quickening. My nails dug into his skin as the pain grew stronger. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...

And then, Jacob grabbed my hips tightly, giving one last thrust. I watched his muscles quiver and shake, his limbs go weak. I hope you enjoyed that, you son of a bitch. I felt disgusting and dirty, even more so as I felt Jacob fill me with his seed.

Jacob put his lips right next to my ear. "Wasn't so bad, was it?" he whispered. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my good hand. "Go to hell," I spat, gritting my teeth. There was the sound of a car screeching down the street and into the driveway.

"Alice," I whispered bitterly. She was too late—Jacob had already finished. He must've heard me, because he stood up and redressed. "Get up," he said sharply. I nodded and, walking a bit slower than usual, gathered my clothes. Jacob grabbed a handful of my hair. "Say nothing," he ordered. "I won't," I whimpered pathetically. He smiled and let me go, satisfied with what he'd reduced me to. I didn't bother putting my clothes on, just took them with me upstairs to my room. I shut the door before throwing the clothes in a corner. I'd burn them later. I didn't want the reminder.

I went to my closet and dressed in a pair of silk sleep pants. Then, slowly, I eased my aching body into my bed, pulling the covers over my head. I wanted to sleep, but resting like this was the closest I was going to get.

I heard Alice, Esme, Rosalie and Bella walk through the front door. "Jacob! You're a little early!" Bella squealed excitedly. "Where's Edward?"

"He wasn't feeling well, so he went upstairs," Jacob said innocently.

"I'll go check on him," Bella said.

"No, it's okay," Alice interrupted. "I'll do it. Have fun with Jacob, Bells." She was in my room in a second. "Edward?" she whispered.

"I'm here," I whispered back, staring intently at the pillow next to me. Alice silently walked over and gave me a hard stare. "Are you hurt?" she asked after a minute of two of silence.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.

"Jacob," she said. I sucked in a breath, closing my eyes. I had a new fear for that name; everything he'd done to instill that fear came rushing back when she said it. "What about him?" I snapped.

"I had a vision," Alice said. "I saw him..." She paused, running a hand through her hair. I saw her watch the vision again in her head. She crept onto the bed on her hands and knees, giving me a fearful look. "He was hurting you," she said.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Alice," I told her, rolling over to face the other way. She sighed and lay next to me, reaching for my hand; my bad hand. I gasped and pulled it away, clutching it to my chest.

I could feel Alice glaring icy daggers at me. "Are you hurt?" she asked again.

"Hardly," I lied through my teeth.

"I'll get Carlisle," Alice said, getting up. I didn't say no to that one.

"Alice?" I said before she'd left.

"Yes?"

"Keep your big mouth shut."