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, sighing in content.

"Now, go on! Get! I can't miss you if you don't leave," I said, making her smile. "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-"


"Jake's coming over," she continued, "around 6:30, so if I'm not home by then, just entertain him. And try not to kill each other." 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 was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I'd be fine. The only reason I didn't want to be alone in this house was that it was 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.

"I can hear just fine," he growled, turning away from me. "I didn't come here to fight with you, Edward."

"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 ring.

"A little," Jacob compromised, 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. I didn't blame him; the girls were terribly late.

"Don't you have a girlfriend or something?" I asked conversationally and Jacob gaped at me. "Is that any of your business?" he snapped.

I almost laughed at his hostility. "Relax, I'm just asking."

"Well, my love life is none of your concern," Jacob said venomously. I raised an eyebrow, trying to pry my way into his head, wondering why he was suddenly so defensive. But he kept his guard up, and I gave up on him.

"Oh come on. We should at least try and get along, right? For Bella's sake," I told him, scooting closer.

His notrils flared at the movement, but he couldn't help but agree with me. "For Bella's sake," he grumbled.

"Soooo..." I scooted closer, smiling in a patronizing manner. His hands turned into fists.

"No girlfriend then?"

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 do that?" I asked, thoroughly dazed.

Jacob turned the TV down, smirking. "What, no sarcastic remark?" He got down on the floor, crawling so that he hovered over me. A cold feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. "No stab at my social life?"

"Jacob, stop playing games!" But the look on his face made me look away. He looked ready to kill. Jacob grabbed my jaw and forced my head forward again, and I swept my eyes back to his gaze. I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.

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

"You think you're all high and mighty, 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 tried to push him off, but he didn't let me, and I rolled to the side instead. Jacob roughly grabbed my waist and slammed my body back onto the floor in front of him. I held back a cry of pain. 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 about Jacob Black: 1) He was stronger than me. 2) He could hurt me. 3) He 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. And it wasn't like what I'd said was that bad, was it? Or had I just finally pushed himt to the edge?

"Shut the hell up," Jacob hissed, and fear froze me. 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 knew that he'd broken something. I tried not to show that it hurt, but it was evident in my voice. "Jacob, stop-"

The black t-shirt I was wearing was suddenly being lifted off of my body. My eyes widened as Jacob let go of my wrists to throw it elsewhere. My mind went into overload as I panicked.

"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, I presume. 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 tried to kick him off of me. "Jacob, if you know what's good for you-"

He backhanded me then. Hard.

My head flew to the side with the force of the hit, and I couldn't help but cry out.

"If you know what's good for you, Edward, you'll keep your mouth shut from now on," he replied. He started to pull off the jean shorts he was wearing, having arrived shirtless, and I almost was able to get to my feet in his short moment of distraction, but he managed to grab me before I could.

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

"Jacob, I swear to fucking God I'll scream so loud that the whole town of Forks is going to hear me," I growled. "Just stop-"

But Jacob grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me to the side. I whimpered.

"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 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. "Just do it already," I mumbled.

He laughed, removing the remainder of his clothes. I whimpered. "You really want me to?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No," my voice cracked, "but you're going to anyway."

He grinned slightly, running a finger along my jawline; I shivered. "Relax, and you might enjoy it," he whispered in my ear, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. I stopped breathing.

"Ready?" he asked, patronizing me. I shook my head, looking up to the ceiling and counting to distract myself.

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

Suddenly, Jacob thrust his hips hard. I screamed until my throat was raw and burning, but Jacob slapped his hand over my mouth. 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 as I tried not to think about the pain. I heard Jacob moan low in his throat.

"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, specifically a yellow one, speeding down the street.

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, slamming into me once last time before climax hit him, and I closed my eyes. 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.

"Bella's back," I muttered bitterly. 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, dressing slowly. 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 getting undressed again. 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 early!" Bella squealed excitedly.

"On the contrary, Bella: you're just late," Jacob replied, and she laughed. "Where's Edward?"

"He went upstairs, said something about a book he wanted to finish," 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 don't know," Alice said. "I saw someone hurting you, but I couldn't tell who. It was really blurry..." She paused. "And I think it was Jacob."

"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.


"Keep your big mouth shut."