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A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was stuck at a crossroad as to where to take this story. I had two directions I was going in. Thanks to those who reviewed. Please keep doing it.


Polaris

Chapter 4: Vital Information

-Jacob-

She fell asleep on top of her covers. No shirt on, in hr panties, sprawled out all drunkenly. What I wouldn't give to crawl on that bed with her without her screaming when she woke up and saw me.

Of course, she was rather drunk last night...

That would be so wrong.

It's early morning now. I watched her all night, the moonlight shining from the window I watched through hitting the shimmery scars that decorated her tanned skin in random places.

As I noticed them, trying to keep my rage from flaring every time one caught my eye, I realized they weren't random. They were all stationed at major pulse points. Her neck, her wrists, her left breast. I can see a glimpse of one at the bend of her left elbow. There's probably more but from her position I can't tell.

It made me sick to my stomach. How could all those bites be there? She definitely isn't a vampire, so the venom had to have been sucked out. Was she attacked or something? I don't get it.

There was someone who might though. Someone I didn't want to call, but realized I may have to. Cullen.

One phone call to Bella Swan and I'd be in contact with the bloodsucker easily.

The thought of speaking to Bella wasn't as heartbreaking as it had been less than twenty-four hours ago. In fact, it was a nice idea. I wanted to talk to my best friend now because that's all she was. My best friend.

As I continued thinking about it, contemplating the inevitable phone call, I saw her start to wake up. I moved away, pressing myself against the side of the house so she wouldn't see me peeking in. I heard her shuffling around and a door closing. Then I heard the shower run. Perfect.

As gracefully and quietly as I could, I slipped her screen open and lifted myself into her window, trying to make as little noise as possible. I guess she didn't hear because she had the radio playing in the bathroom, thankfully. I rushed out of her bedroom and into the kitchen I'd been in last night.

Still smelled like vampire. Gross.

I found her wall phone and dialed Bella's memorized number. "Puck up, pick up, pick up," I chanted as the phone rang about four times.

"Hello?"

"Bella!"

"Jake! I'm so glad you called! I've been so worried..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I need to speak to your bloodsucker though." I could almost see her lips tighten and her eyes roll. I snickered at the thought.

"Why?" She sounded skeptical, probably thinking I was going to threaten him or something.

"You're not gonna believe this. I imprinted. This girl though, there's something weird about her. She reeks of vampire and she has bite scars on her body. Like yours. A good number of them." Bella gasped.

"You-you imprinted?" Letting out a deep sigh I shook my head. Jealous. How could she possibly be jealous? She has her leech and I'm going to have my imprint soon. What was the problem?

"That's not the point Bella," I snapped. "My imprint might be in danger. I need to ask Edward some questions." I should tell her she can't have her cake and eat it too. Not my main concern right now though. My first priority is now Cyn, not sparing Bella's feelings. Too bad if it sounds harsh.

"Everyone's been so worried Jake. Well, except Billy. He seems content that you'll come back when you need to. Oh Jake, I just wish—"

"Look Bella, I don't have much time here. I snuck into her house to use the phone. She's in the shower. Please let me talk to Cullen. You're with him, right?"

"Yes. Hold on Jake." I heard some shuffling in the background.

"Hello Jacob." I still frowned at the sound of Edward's voice, but it didn't bring on the nauseating jealousy it had used to. It was just a general distaste now, not a personal vendetta. "I need you to picture her Jacob. Just think about it."

"I thought your mind reading didn't work from far away?" I questioned.

"It works over the phone with someone. I couldn't tell you why." I did as he said, picturing the image that was forever burned into my memory.

I heard the leech sigh on the other line. "A little indecent, but if that's the only image you have of her..." I rolled my eyes at his comment and then realized he'd basically just seen my imprint naked. My hands shook again. "I see what you're talking about. She's something we call a pet. Usually, in exchange for being financially taken care of, a human will offer their blood to a vampire when they desire an easy feed. The humans who do it tend to get a kind of high from it. It's mostly frowned upon. And only very well disciplined vampires can handle it without killing their doner. With every bite they make, they suck the poison out so the human doesn't change into a vampire and they stop drinking before the human dies."

I felt bile rise in my throat at what Cullen was telling me. The image, the idea of her letting a leech suck on her like that made me sick to my stomach and livid. "Fuck," I cursed.

"I can't see any other explanation for it Jacob. Listen. You have to get her away from her home. Pets die. Weather they're drained or turned by the one who feeds off of them, they die. And she looks fairly used."

"Don't say that about her!" I snapped, not liking the choice of words this bloodsucker used. But then what he'd just told me sunk in. "Shit." I was going to have to approach this whole imprinting thing a lot faster than I had planned.

"Do it however you can. Tell her, kidnap her. It doesn't matter. If you want her to live, you have to get her away form her home if that's where you smell the vampire."

"It's not going to be that easy! I'm in New York with no money, no vehicle and, hell! I only have the clothes on my fucking back!" This is horrible! How the hell did I get stuck with a girl who likes being bitten by bloodsuckers?!

"You're in Bronxville, correct?" Cullen didn't even bother waiting for an answer. "Bella and I will meet you at the border in three days. Before five o' clock on the third day, be waiting."

I cursed under my breath. That wasn't much time to reveal to my soul mate that I was a werewolf. "You have to do it Jacob. If you want her to be safe, you can't let her stay there. Whoever it is will come back for her." My body shuddered again. I almost wouldn't mind staying here, letting the bloodsucker show up and then tearing it apart, limb by limb. I knew in my gut that it wasn't safe for her if I did that. Cullen was right, as much as I hate to admit it.

"You better be right about this Cullen," I growled in my most threatening voice. I'd figured I had as much time as I needed to explain everything to her. I could warm her up to me, then break the news once I was sure she was content, comfortable. Now I have to whip out this werewolf story within the next three days.

"I am. See you in three days," Cullen finished and I heard the click of the phone. I hung Cyn's up and rubbed my temples. Shit.

What if she was scared of me? Well, really now, how could she be scared? She hangs around a leech apparently. I blew a hiss of air from between my lips as I heard the shower turn off. Wonderful.

What other choice do I have? Better sooner than later. Carpe diem, right? I might as well just take a seat and wait for her to come down here and make some breakfast or something.

I could hear her muttering to herself about mosquitoes getting in and I realized that I hadn't put the screen down behind me once I'd gotten inside. The noises of her dresser, swishing of her clothes, her hairbrush running through her hair. Then the music cut and her footsteps traveled down the hallway. This is it. I gulped. I'm not sure if this was the best way to go about doing this now...

"Christ!" she breathed, jumping back a little with her hand over her heart when she walked into her kitchen and saw me sitting on the barstool I'd been on last night. She looked beautiful. Her hair was still wet and she was wearing cutoff jean shorts and a poncho type shirt that girls wear at the beach. The kind that fall off the shoulders. It was black and red striped. The look was simple but way more preferred over her night of partying look from last night. "Jacob?"

She looked genuinely confused, like she was trying to work something out in her mind. "Cyn..." I tried to start, but where do I take it from there? How do I tell her this?

"I thought—I could've sworn... did something happen last night? It must've been a dream... I could've sworn you left." She pulled her lips together tightly, a frown creasing her brow as she rubbed the back of her neck. Ugh, she thinks I spent the night. Great. I hope she doesn't have mornings like this often because she sure doesn't seem all that upset about it.

"I did leave." That seemed to spark a little realization inside her. She looked at me curiously and her eyes filled with fear. God, that look almost broke my heart. Don't be scared of me. I'm not the one you should be afraid of here. "Before you scream, or run... I have to talk to you about something important. I know where those scars came from Cyn." I probably should've approached that with more caution. Now she looks really freaked out.

"What? How—" I heard her breathing pick up and she backed away.

"No! Don't go away. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." The words rushed out of my mouth and I stood up, ready to grab her if she tried to run out of the house. I just need her to listen, damn it! "Please, listen. I know it was a vampire. I know what you let the leech do." My tone must've sounded more disgusted than I'd meant it to because she grimaced a little, looking almost embarrassed. "I'm a werewolf Cyn."

Her eyebrows raised and she looked thoughtful. "It's a full moon tonight," she stuttered, backing up some more. Ah, fuck.

"No, no not like that. It doesn't revolve around the moon. That's myth. I can control it and in my wolf form, I have all my human thoughts and emotions. It isn't a running wild type thing at all," I rushed my words again, trying to sooth her obvious panic. Too many movies.

"It shouldn't be so weird. Vampires, werewolves, why not?" she was mumbling to herself now, looking stressed as she used one hand to push her hair out of her face. "Good job letting strange guys into your house Cyn, good job."

"Can you please sit? I need to tell you things. It will all make more sense, I promise, but I don't want you to run off. Please just sit down." She actually nodded and slid down the wall to the ground. Okay, I'm not going to complain. Distance is what's working for her I guess. That's fine.

I sat back on my stool and took a deep breath. "I'm from Washington, La Push to be specific. I'm part of the Quileute tribe. We had these... legends. About our ancestors turning into wolves. I never believed them until it happened to me. Then everything made so much sense.

"Vampires are our natural enemies. The pack I belong to and I, we patrolled the area around La Push to protect our tribe. That's what we're here for. To protect people." Her body seemed to slack a little as some tension was released at those words. It calmed me down a bit too. "There's this thing. It's called imprinting." I paused a minute. Could I really do this? There's really no turning back now I guess. "I can't even... explain to you what it feels like. Comparing it to love at first sight doesn't even start to describe it. I could barely breathe when I saw you last night. You're my imprint Cyn, and I'll do anything to make sure you're safe."