Okay, so I have nine chapters written so far, but I'm also working on another story, too, so I'm gonna have to split my time between the two.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga or any of the characters you recognize. Since this is mainly a Jacob story, I gonna double disclaim him. I love his character, obviously since I'm taking the time to write about him, but I don't own him. Oh, and I don't own the mythology behind the Vampire Hunter thing. Most of I took from Buffy, but this isn't a crossover. The Buffy series is, however, what inspired my character.

AN: Okay, before you read you should know that this is an OFC character. I felt so bad for Jacob after reading and seeing Eclipse that I had to write this. It's been bugging me forever, this plot bunny has, so I just took a shot at it. Oh, and for the sake of my story...Jacob is eighteen, which makes all the other characters older. By my calculations...Jacob would have been turning 17 the January (I think) after Bella gets married. So in this one he'll be turning 19 instead. So Bella will be 21? I think. Because in New Moon she was 18 when Jake was 16. I think I got that right. Anyway, was just letting you guys know the age difference.

Chapter One

Vampires sucked. And I didn't just mean in the blood-sucking sense of the word.

I'd known about vampires since I was thirteen. Actually, correction: I'd known about vampires my whole life; I hadn't known they were real until I was thirteen. Vampires were considered 'the cold ones' by the Quileute Indians, and my mom had been part Quileute. She'd married outside the tribe and had moved with my dad to Kansas when she'd been twenty. They'd had me when she was twenty-two.

My mom had had straight silky black hair, high cheekbones, and brown eyes. She'd been a mousy type of woman, very timid, very shy. It had taken a long time for my dad to woo her.

My dad had been born in Forks, Washington, a small town near the coast. The town had been about fifteen minutes away from the Quileute Indian reservation in La Push where my mother had grown up. My dad had been…pretty much the total opposite of my mom. He'd been outgoing and sporty. He'd had shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, a round face, pretty smile. And he'd fallen in love with my mom as soon as he'd seen her.

I was a mixture of both. I had naturally dark skin - well, slightly tanned skin, but that was just the Indian in me. I had brown hair that got blond during the summer because of the sun. I got my mom's brown eyes - they were a sort of milk chocolate color. I inherited my dad's smile. I had straight white teeth - sharp, too. My face was round - I had a baby face like my dad had had. An innocent face. Even growing up, I could get away with stuff just by smiling…well. Innocently.

I had a fairly toned body. Not overly defined; I wasn't macho or anything, but I had a dancer's body, only I didn't do a lot of dancing. Unless you consider fighting dancing. Fighting I did a lot of. Fighting was what I'd been born for.

I was human…with a lot of enhancements. I was faster, had better reflexes, better instincts. I was stronger, my skin was pretty unbreakable, and if I got hurt I healed faster than the average human. I was…the Buffy Summers of the real world. Really. I fought vampires. I had since I'd turned thirteen. A vampire killed my family. I'd had to watch while he'd drained my mother and father. I'd killed him for it. I'd known automatically how.

In real life, vampires aren't easily disposed of. Sunlight makes them sparkle; it doesn't hurt them or make them blister like in movies. Holy water is useless. A stake won't penetrate their skin - their skin is like stone and cold as ice. And garlic…well, a vampire would simply think it smelled bad.

In the real world, vampires could only be killed by tearing them apart and burning the pieces. With their skin being stone-like, a normal person wouldn't be able to do it. But I wasn't normal.

It started off as nightmares. Me fighting these pale-human-like creature with crimson eyes. Only it wasn't me. It was me in someone else's body. And I was fighting,, always fighting.

At first I blamed it on my mother. She was always telling the legends of her tribe. The cold ones - vampires - and wolf-people - people who could change into wolf form. Vampires were the natural enemies of the wolf-people.

But when I turned thirteen…everything came crashing down on me. Vampires were real, and it was my job to protect people from them. I'd learned from my dreams that to kill a vampire you had to rip it to pieces, so I did. Starting with the bloodsucker's head.

It hadn't been easy and I had been bitten in the process. For some reason, I hadn't been changed. For some lucky reason. I didn't want to be a vampire. The venom from the bite, though, hurt terribly. It was…extremely painful, like, burning from the inside out painful. I'd passed out from the pain.

After my family had been killed, I'd been shafted from Guardian to Guardian. A Guardian was like a Watcher in the Buffy series. They were made and raised to train…me. Or girls like me. I'd always been stronger, faster, more powerful than other girls my age, and when I'd turned thirteen I'd found out why. There were other girls out there that would take my place if something were to happen to me, but until I died, I was the only one at full power.

Most of the mythology behind the Buffy series had been true. At least the part concerning the Slayer. One girl in all the world with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil blah, blah, blah. I'd been chosen because I was the one the vampires chose to come after. Then once I'd met my first foster parent - read: Guardian - I'd learned that my dreams were sort of like an ancestral memory thing. I was dreaming about the lives of the girl-hunters that had come before me. Learning how to fight and what to expect through their memories, passed on from female to female.

The five years of training hadn't been the happiest of my life. The Guardians weren't supposed to - or perhaps weren't capable of - forming bonds with their student. They were very strict; they were all no nonsense types and it had grated on my nerves. It had gotten old fast. I hadn't rebelled, though, because I hadn't been the type to. I still wasn't. But I had been training constantly for the last five years. It had kept me alive, so I couldn't complain.

The first lesson I'd been taught was that, one day I'd lose, and the vampire would win. All it would take was one vampire and one mistake from me, and I would no longer be here.

As far as I knew, the Guardians - who were vampires themselves - belonged to the Volturi. The Volturi were like vampire kings. They were the ones who carried out the laws of the vampires, which were: Don't let anyone know vampires exist. Since the Guardians belonged to the Volturi…in essence, so did I. And I hated it. The Volturi had no respect for human life, and the Guardians weren't allowed to have respect for human life. In order to do their job, they couldn't let their feelings get in the way, dictate their decisions.

Because I was human…I had a problem with just letting people die, so whenever I met a vampire I killed it. Including my Guardians. If I saw one of them feeding on a human…I would take care of it real quick.

The Volturi had warned me against it at first but then they decided my instincts told me to kill so…and the way I figured…they were in Italy, and if they didn't seek me out, they wouldn't know what I was doing. That was the Guardian's job…report back to the Volturi.

I no longer had a Guardian, though. I was on my own now. I was eighteen - had just turned eighteen. I would no longer age now; I'd reached the age of maturity. I could be killed, yes, but I wouldn't die on my own. I wasn't sure about disease, but so far I'd never been sick. I could, however, be hurt while killing vampires. Speaking of killing vampires, that's what I was doing right now. Or, well, burning one, actually.

I'd just gotten off a plane in Port Angeles, Washington, and I'd seen a vampire lurking in one of the dark alley's outside. I'd followed it and a fight had ensued. Now, I was burning the remains.

To repeat myself: That's how you kill a vampire - you tear them apart and burn the pieces.

I was supposed to be heading to La Push, but no one had been at the airport. They'd maybe been caught in traffic. The reason I was going to La Push was because my mother and I had come here every summer to visit. I also remembered I had loved La Push. And the people had been nice. When my mother and I had visited we had stayed with the Blacks': Billy, Jacob, Rachel, and Rebecca. Billy Black was the dad; Jacob, Rachel, and Rebecca were his children. Rachel and Rebecca were twins. Jacob was the youngest, he was my age. Rachel and Rebecca were two years older than us.

Their mom had died in a car accident when Jacob was young. He couldn't remember her very well, and he didn't like talking about her.

Rachel and Rebecca had been shy, but we'd eventually gotten past the bashful stages and we'd become friends. But it had been Jacob I'd been closest to. He'd been happy-go-lucky, always smiling, always happy. His joy had been contagious and drawn me in like a moth to a flame.

But then after my parents had died we'd sort of lost touch because I'd gone through so many different Guardians. I hadn't been allowed to write or visit anymore. So when I'd called Billy, after five years of no contact, and asked if I could stay with him for a few weeks - I need to get away for a while - it surprised me when he'd said yes almost instantly.

Thinking about the Black's made me realized I should get back inside the terminal just in case they were here looking for me. Once inside I went straight to the ladies' room. I needed to look like I'd just gotten off the plane, not like I'd just fought a vampire. My hair was tangled and my face was flushed from the exertion. My brown eyes were filled with tears that I didn't let spill over. I always got…emotional…after a fight. I didn't really enjoy killing vampires, but I didn't want someone else's family to be destroyed like mine had been. So when I saw a vampire…I killed it. Even though it left me feeling just a little emptier every time I did it.

I situated my loose-fitting clothes - they were a little ruffled. I slid my fingers through my wavy light brown hair. When I was presentable enough I went out to the waiting area where I sat down. I didn't have long to wait before someone was calling my name.

"Crystal?" a deep, husky, attractive voice said from behind me. "Crystal Evans?"

I turned around in my seat and saw…a very tall, very muscular guy. But there was no mistaking who he was, even though he looked different now.

"Jacob." I smiled softly. "Wow. You look different."

The last time I'd seen him - five years ago - he'd had beautiful long black hair, now it was shorter. It was lying flat on his head because it was wet. It was always raining here. His hair reached the top of his eyebrows and it seemed a little shaggy, but it fit him. The last time I'd seen him his face had been round and child-like…there was no childhood roundness left now.

His gaze met mine and a look came across his face. It seemed like something had clicked inside him. But as quickly as the look came, it disappeared.

"Hi," he said.

I didn't really know how to take the way he had looked at me, so I tried to play it off like I hadn't noticed. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

I stood up, taking in his appearance. He'd always been adorable to me, but now he was handsome. Extremely so, with his short, thick black hair, and his dark brown eyes, and his smile. I couldn't forget his smile. He had beautiful, almost perfect white teeth. His russet colored skin was a few shades darker than mine, and his height…well…let's just say he was towering over me and I was five-foot-eight. He had me by at least a foot.

"How've you been?" he asked.

"Um…" I laughed shortly. "That's a hard question to answer. And a long story to get into right now. Can you ask that later?"

"Yeah, sure."

I went to pick up my stuff - there were three suitcases and one bag - but Jacob grabbed the bag, which was full of books, and one suitcase. I got the other two.

When we got to the parking lot I was surprised to find he had an old red Volkswagen Rabbit.

"Where's the truck?" The Black's had had a big old red truck the last time I'd been here.

"We gave it away. My dad's in a wheelchair now so he can't drive. I fixed this up and it's mine now."

"Billy's in a wheelchair and you work on cars?"

"Yup." His lips popped on the 'p'.

I smiled even as I realized I'd missed so much. I didn't know anything of what had happened the last five years. I felt a lump form in my throat and I swallowed against it.

"I wanted so much to come here after…" I never talked about my parents dying, not out loud. No one but me knew that I had seen it happen. Aside from my Guardians, who mostly didn't matter. "But they wouldn't let me. I was put in…foster care. Sent house to house."

"Crys…" His voice was sympathetic and my throat tightened. I wasn't used to concern being directed my way. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too." I shook my head, trying to clear it. "So, how've you been?"

We were in the car now and he turned to me. "Good now that you're here."

I smiled at him. If anyone else had said something like that, I probably would've laughed. But Jacob was so genuine when he said things that I couldn't help but believe him. Not to mention, his answering smile was…breathtaking. It was like his smile was bright and warm. Like the sun. Which was strange yet oddly charming at the same time. I had forgotten how beautiful his smile was.

"I missed you," I said. It was the only think I could think to say for how I felt. "Anyway, where'd you learn to fix cars? I mean, I know how to drive one, but that's about it."

He let out a bark of laughter. "You're such a girl," he teased. "I just started doing it one day and realized I liked it. Things just took off from there."

"Oh. Well, that's cool. It's a nice hobby."

"Yeah. What about you? You have any hobbies?"

"I like to read," I said automatically. "Well, I like to learn."


I shrugged. "Everything. Anything. I'm a knowledge-seeker."

"Huh." He changed the subject, jolting my train of thought. "How long are you staying?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just needed to get away from my life for a while." I couldn't tell him exactly what I needed to get away from. He'd have me committed if I told him vampires were real. "La Push is the first place I thought of."

"You look like you're about to keel over," Jacob said, amusement and concern lacing his voice. "Rough couple of days, huh?"

"Hm. Rough couple of years," I corrected. "But I am tired." I always got tired after fighting; it drained my strength because I never got into it. When I won I was relieved to be alive but resigned to having to fight the next fight.

"Well, we have an hour drive ahead. You can sleep if you want."

"Nah. I think I want to get reacquainted with the scenery."

Everything was green here. The trees, the ground, even the light shining through the branches. I had forgotten how beautiful everything was. Well, maybe not forgotten…but I didn't remember correctly. The memory of the beauty was there, it had just distorted over time.

After driving for about an hour - in the rain, of course - we arrived at Jacob's house. We'd driven down a short dirt road and had parked in front of a red house. It wasn't huge, but I remembered how homey it had been. I wondered if it would feel the same now seeing as to how I hadn't been here for a while.

As I got out of the truck I took in the land. The yard was big and it led to the forest on all sides. I'd never really liked the woods unless I was here. I used to go around the woods with Jacob; he'd known his way around.

There was a red garage here, too, that hadn't been here before. Jacob's hobby probably called for it. There was a tiny stream with a small wooden bridge over it. The house itself was mostly the same - red, small, and cozy - except for the ramp that led up to the front door. That was different. Due to Billy being in a wheelchair, I assumed.

"You okay?" Jacob asked, and I realized I was just standing there looking around.

"Yeah," I said, snapping out of it. "Yeah, just, ya know, taking everything in."

We got my stuff from the car and then went in the house. Billy was waiting in the living room and he seemed happy despite his disability.

"Hey, Billy," I said, wondering if I should hug him. "It's good to see you again."

"Yeah, it's been, what, five years?"

"Yeah, but who's counting?" I quipped. I looked around. "Where're Rachel and Rebecca?"

"Rachel's in college - Washington State, full ride. Rebecca got married. She's living in Hawaii now."

"Oh." That pretty much summed it up. "Wow. Okay. I didn't expect that, the marriage thing." I shook my head a little. "Okay, well, I'm tired…so…"

"Right. You should get settled in. Jake'll help you."

"Okay, good."

Jacob showed me to what had been his sisters' room. It was mine now. There were twin beds, a big dresser with six drawers and a closet that I knew was small. Between the beds was a small bedside table that held a lamp and a radio. The room was familiar; I'd shared with the twins when I'd visited with my mother.

"So, did you wanna unpack now? Or we can wait if you want to."

"I think I wanna rest a little, if that's okay."

"Sure, sure," he said, placing the luggage he was holding in the corner of the room. I did the same with my two. "Okay, so…I guess I'll see you later."

I slept, and while I slept I dreamed. Or, more like remembered.

I was thirteen, I was at home - my real home - and I was frozen in fear. I saw my mother being drained of blood. My dad had already been torn to pieces and was dead on the linoleum kitchen floor. A vampire was there, mouth at my mom's neck. His eyes were a complete contrast to my dad's. Dad's had been blue and openly friendly. This killer had red eyes.

I had been forced to watch. After my mom was dead, and only after, did the vampire come after me. Not to kill me, but to tell me he wanted to collect me. He said he was fascinated with me. He'd been watching me for days. Me, this more than human, yet less than vampire thing. He'd been sent by the Volturi. The Volturi were collectors and I would've been a great asset.

The vampire was in front of me, leaning over me, sniffing my neck, licking me. I was thirteen, scared and shivering. In my dream, I whimpered from fear. I kept saying no over and over again. The vampire had removed the shirt from my shoulder, and now he was biting down, sinking his teeth into the smooth skin and I screamed.

Since it was a dream, I didn't feel anything, but it didn't matter anyway, because at that moment my eyes flew open and I drew in a deep, sharp breath. I grabbed at my shoulder, knowing that if I removed my clothing there would be a scar there. A scar that would match the teeth marks of the monster that had bitten me.

A vampire's venomous teeth was the only thing as of yet that I'd found that could scar me. The vampire that had killed my parents was the only vampire that had gotten close enough to leave a scar. I still had dreams a lot, though they didn't affect me as much. I didn't scream from them anymore. I did, however, cry. Sometimes. Okay, all the time. Like now.

I wiped the tears away angrily. I hated that something that had happened five years ago could still get to me so much. I swallowed convulsively and got up, dug through my stuff to find my brush and ran it through my hair.

After I got myself together, I went outside to the living room where Billy and Jacob were on the couch. A baseball game was on; Billy's favorite past time was watching baseball. Or sports of any kind, actually.

Jacob was shirtless and…my God, did he have an eight pack? Was that even possible? He was…buff. Not unattractively so. He was very attractive, actually. With his russet skin and his brown eyes, and the body of a god? Yeah, definitely attractive. His…muscles had muscles.

That's when I realized I was staring, so I shook my head and went to sit beside them on the couch. I realized something else then. Jacob was hot. Like, burning with a fever hot.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concern lacing my voice. Heat was just radiating from his body and that couldn't be healthy.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He shrugged. "Are you okay? Feeling better, I mean?"

There was a sort of fierce concern in his voice that I didn't understand, but for whatever reason, I liked it. I wasn't used to someone actually caring about me. I usually had to care about myself.

"Yeah. Sleeping really helps when you're tired."

"There's spaghetti in the fridge if you want some," Billy said, glancing at me.

I grinned. "You still using Ragu as your old family recipe?"

Jacob laughed loudly and I found myself joining in. His laugh had always been contagious.

"You remember that?" he asked.

"Definitely." I curled my feet under me on the sofa. "I'll eat some later. I'm not all that hungry right now."

The rest of the night went by uneventfully…for the most part, anyway. I went to bed without eating - something I was known for - and so, when I woke up in the middle of the night, shivering and nauseas, I wasn't surprised. My stomach was in cramps; hunger pains. I hadn't eaten anything in a long time, and I'd lost a lot of weight, too, because I'd been on the go almost the whole time.

I didn't starve myself, but I just didn't get hungry a lot. The first Guardian I'd been sent to train with skipped meals if you didn't do everything exactly right. Hunger was a great motivator. My stomach had trained itself to expect as little food as possible. So I didn't eat until my stomach let me know I was hungry.

I got up, kicking the covers off myself. The cold didn't really bother me, but the Blacks' didn't know that, so I had to keep up appearances. That was the only reason I'd thought I shouldn't come here. I was so different from normal people. I was human…but different. Surely they would figure it out.

I had pajama pants on and a blue overnight shirt. They were loose, but they covered everything. Especially the scar on my shoulder. I wouldn't be able to explain the suspicious looking bite marks. I snuck out of my room quietly - I wanted food - and went to the kitchen. I hoped once I ate my stomach would feel better.

I saw that Jacob was still up, watching TV, the light flickering in the dark. The sound wasn't up all that loud and the only reason I could hear it was because of my better-than-human hearing. All my senses were better than a normal human's. I wondered how Jacob could hear.

When he saw I was in the kitchen he got up from the couch and came in the room. Jacob looked alert, which was weird since it was late. Or…early, depending on how you looked at it.

"What're you doing up?" he asked quietly, so as not to wake Billy up. His room was right by the kitchen.

I looked at the clock on the stove; the little green numbers read 3:10.

"I was hungry," I said, remembering his question. "Didn't eat earlier."

"I noticed that," Jacob said, going to a cabinet and grabbing two bowls. "Spaghetti?"

I smiled. "Yeah. What were you doing up?"

He shrugged gracefully. "Just watching TV."

"What's on?"

"Not sure, actually," Jacob said sheepishly. "I wasn't paying attention. Some monster movie, I think. You can change it if you want."

He got the leftover dinner out of the refrigerator and put some of the sauce and noodles in a bowl and put the bowl in the microwave. I watched when the light came on and the bowl rotated.

Then my eyes fell on Jacob. He was still shirtless. I couldn't get used to how built he was. He'd always been sort of beautiful to me, but now he was even more so. Then there were his shorts - they hung low on his hips. I could see his boxers and then his jeans were about an inch below. The sharp angles of his hipbones drew my attention. Lord help me, but he was attractive now.

I forced my gaze upward, glad he didn't seem to notice my scrutiny. That would've been embarrassing.

"So" - I cleared my throat - "how is everyone? Quil? Embry?" They lived on the reservation, too. Jacob had befriended them at an early age and they'd become inseparable.

"They're good. They grew, too." Jacob smiled. "They wanna see you."

I grimaced slightly. Was I ready to see everyone yet? I wasn't sure. What if the good-to-see-you thing became the awkward silence thing?

Jacob saw my expression and frowned. "I can tell them to wait until you're settled in first."

"Yeah." I nodded gratefully. "Do that."

"Okay." He grinned easily. The white of his teeth contrasted beautifully with his russet skin. "Whatever you want."

Jacob and I stayed up until five-thirty that morning. We watched The Monster Squad, an old movie about kids who saved the world from monsters. Dracula was in it along with the Wolf-man, a mummy, the creature from the Black Lagoon, and the Monster from Frankenstein.

"Hey, Jacob?" I asked during the movie. "Do you think, if vampires were real that they'd have fangs?" I spoke with a casual tone, but he answered seriously.

"No, I think they'd just have really sharp teeth."

Hm. True.

"What about the wolf guy?" Jacob asked. "You think he goes around wearing pants?"

I laughed. "Sure, when he's human." I sighed. "I kinda feel sorry for him. And the monster from Frankenstein."

Jacob quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Well, in the movie, it doesn't say where the wolf-dude came from, but he doesn't wanna hurt anyone. Ya know? He asks the cops to lock him up, but they won't listen. Something happened that wasn't his fault. And then the monster…I mean, come on…the mad scientist uses body parts - from different bodies - to make a person. A live person. The scientist made him live and then because he was ugly - which, duh, because he's sewn together with body parts - the scientist called him a monster. There's only so many times you can be called a monster before you become one."

Jacob was looking at me, grinning openly. "You talk a lot when you're passionate about something." He cocked his head to the side and he oddly reminded me of a puppy. "And…you're passionate about…monsters?"

"No. I'm passionate about monsters who try not to be monsters. Who want to be good, even though it's against their nature to be. And the monster wasn't a monster until he was treated like one. All he wanted was to be loved."

Over the last five years I'd almost forgotten what it was like to be loved. It had been hard enough to gain the approval of my Guardians, let alone their affection. Granted, I hadn't wanted their approval or love.

The only one of my Guardians that I'd grown to care about was Michael. He'd learned to love me, which had been weird for me and him. He'd been my third Guardian - I'd killed the first two.

When the Volturi had sent Michael, he'd been just like them. No respect for human life. And then, for some reason that was beyond me, Michael started caring for me. He stopped feeding from humans because I asked him to. It had been hard, but he'd done it. For me.

The same love that made him loyal to me also made his job as Guardian harder. It was more difficult to tell me to go out and kill a vampire if he actually cared if I came back alive.

Every year, the Volturi would send Demitri - a vampire tracker - to give me and my Guardian a review. The year Michael had been with me had been better than the other four. But after the review, the Volturi had sent Michael away and I'd gotten a new Guardian. A mean one. I'd killed that one, too.

The Volturi had appreciated my drive and enthusiasm. Their enthusiasm was what I called 'necessity'. I didn't have a choice but to fight. The vampires they sent weren't hard to kill, anyway.

I shook my head and blushed when I realized Jacob was still looking at me. It wasn't a you're-crazy kind of expression. It was more a…you're-kind-of-amazing expression. I didn't understand the reasoning behind it, but I didn't mind it.

I looked down at the carpet-covered floor, trying to hide the smile fighting to break across my face. I blushed again when I realized I'd probably made a fool of myself with my speech.

"Sorry," I sad sheepishly. "But when I'm passionate about something I do talk about it a lot. Like you said."

"Don't apologize. You wanna talk, I'll listen."

"O…kay," I said uncertainly.

"I mean it," Jacob said. "Really."

I nodded, my smile brightening. "Okay, okay."

The next day I lounged in my room until around noon. I realized I was being a bad guest, so I left the confines of my room. Jacob was in the kitchen eating cereal; Billy was in the kitchen, too, standing in a bathrobe. I hadn't known he could stand at all, so it surprised me.

"Sleep well?" Jacob's warm, genuine, sincere voice asked.

"Yeah, when I actually went to sleep," I said lightly. I took in the size of Jacob's cereal bowl; it was three times the size of a normal one. "Not hungry, are you?"

"Hey, I'm a growing man. I need food."

"If you say so," I said, chuckling as I sat down. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I don't know. You're the guest. You pick."

"Oh, um…well…I still haven't unpacked yet, so…" I looked at the table. "But you don't have to stick around just for me."

"Don't be silly, Crys. You just got back. I wanna spend a few days getting to know you again."

I bit my lip, blushing. Only Jacob could make me do that. Even when we'd been younger he'd been able to do that. Only him. No one else affected me the way he did.

"Okay, well, then we can get started after you eat."

"Aren't you gonna eat anything?"

"Not hungry."

"You look starved," he said honestly.

"I do not. You're just abnormally huge," I joked.

"No, you really are thin," Billy said, agreeing with his son. "You should eat something."

"Okay, fine," I said admitting defeat. "I'll eat something."

"So, how long are you planning on staying?" Billy asked as I got up to get a bowl.

"I'm not sure, exactly," I said. "I…don't really have anywhere else to go," I finished vulnerably.

"Well, you can stay here as long as you want," Billy offered sincerely.

"Thank you," I replied gratefully.

Billy nodded and we then continued eating in companionable silence.

"So, yesterday you said you needed to get away from your life," Jacob said. "Why?"

He and I were in the room I was calling mine. We were using two of the drawers from the dresser for a bookcase.

Getting to his question, I shrugged. "I don't know. Just…my life has changed since the last time I saw you."

I wondered, if I were to tell him what I was really running from what his reaction would be. But it didn't matter because I could never tell Jacob. It was an innocence you could never get back, finding out what goes bump in the night.

Jacob seemed to want further explanation, so I went on.

"My life - for the past five years, anyway - has felt like it's just been…one fight after another. And I needed a break." I sighed, placing a book in the drawer. "I've just been so…lost…since -" I cut myself off. I knew he knew I'd meant my parents dying, so I didn't say it out loud. "Anyway, I wanted to try and find myself again, and so here I am."

When I said I felt like I'd lost myself I meant that before my parents death I'd been happy and since then I'd sort of shut myself off. It was easier to kill vampires when I didn't feel anything. I'd become a monster who killed other monsters. Ironic, right?

And honestly, why was I telling him this? It would only lead to further questions. But it was like after I started I couldn't stop, and it was okay to tell him this because he was Jacob. But that didn't make sense because I hadn't seen Jacob for five years.

Then again, things were the same between me and him as they had been the last time I'd been here. Easy and comfortable. Even though I caught myself staring at him now.

Jacob had stopped putting books in the drawer.

"Well, you don't have to fight anymore. Not while you're here. You can have fun."

Fun was a weird concept for me. It hadn't been before but it was now.

"While you're here you don't have to worry about anything."

I bit my lip, wincing when my teeth sank in and tore the skin away. But then I smiled a little his way.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna be any trouble."

I reached for a book and Jacob caught my hand in his. His skin was hot - like, burning up - but it was nice, and I didn't mention it. When he realized I was focusing on our joined hands, he froze. Maybe he was wondering if I was going to pull away. Part of me wanted to pull away - the rational part of me. The other wholly female part of me was enjoying being comforted my the big, handsome, russet-skinned male helping me put my room together.

I smiled tentatively in his direction to let him know it was okay, he hadn't crossed a line. He was just being nice, telling me I wasn't any trouble. Besides…we'd held hands all the time when we were younger. Things didn't have to be different now just because we were older.

Okay, so...do you like it? Hate it? Indifferent? I know most people don't like Original Characters, but I do. You can just play around with them more if they're original than if they're the ones from the book. Second thing...do I have everyone in character? Let me know what you guys think, please? Granted, I'm gonna write it anyway, but I probably won't post it, if I don't think people like it.