Damages (Dark JacobxVampire Bella)

"Why wasn't I stopping this? Worse than that, why couldn't I find in myself even the desire to want to stop? What did it mean that I didn't want him to stop? That my hands clung to his shoulders, and liked that they were wide and strong? That his hands pulled me too tight against his body, and yet it was not tight enough for me?
The questions were stupid, because I knew the answer: I'd been lying to myself.
Jacob was right. He'd been right all along. He was more than just my friend. That's why it was so impossible to tell him goodbye - because I was in love with him. Too."

―Bella's thoughts, while kissing Jacob

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He still dreams about her.

In his dreams, He's alone in the woods. And then she comes.

Her skin is so translucent he could make her out in the complete darkness.

But he can't move, speak, or breathe as he tries desperately to save her from the gloom that consumes her.

Only when she's gone does he can finally scream. And he wakes up just like that.

Just like the nightmares she used to have.

He knows she's too late to be saved.

And maybe his heart is so ripped apart he can't care any longer.

But whatever is left of him wants her,

Whatever piece that is left of the girl he used to know,

He needs to own.

And he tells himself he will, For no one. And nothing is going to stop him.

Not even her.

Especially not that leech of her husband.

"Jacob, what are you doing here?" I asked as Jacob rose from Edward's and mine leather couch and stood.

His body and piercing dark eyes turned to look at me. His back stiffened when he saw me for the first time in years. And even though he was calm and still as a statue, his russet colored hands shook a little. Jacob stood about six feet away from me, looking just the same as he did years ago with his hair still cropped short and just as dark, his skin the color of cinnamon, his body tall, wide and muscular.

I was so shocked I dropped my groceries on the floor. If I looked down, I knew I would see soda and liquid from the cans soaking the Persian rug and running across my patent black leather boots. But I couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away from him. Jacob was here! My old friend, finally ready to see me after all this time!

"What's that for?" Jacob asked me as he tipped his head toward the plastic bags lying on the floor. I noted his voice was deeper and huskier.

Oh yeah. Right. He knew, "Got to keep up pretenses for the neighbors." I said casually, shrugging my shoulders and trying my best to smile and ease some of the tension from the room.

It didn't work; as he didn't join in on the laughter. His eyes narrowed but he curtly nodded. I was taken aback by how calm and emotionless he was. I wondered how long he can keep up the act?

Wait, what was I doing just standing there? "Oh Jake!" I said, running the distance between us

And closing my arms around his middle. I could still barely fit my arms around him.

"Don't. Don't touch me." He growled and pushed me away, not even bothering to cover up his excessive strength. I would have seriously been hurt if I wasn't a vampire.

Hold on. What just happened? Jacob just shoved me across the room. Even if I wasn't hurt, he still used force against me for no reason.

"What the hell Jacob? You could've really hurt me there!" He just smiled devilishly at me.

"I guess the smell was just too much for me, Bells." He said, hatred dripping out of his voice with that stupid grin still plastered all over his face.

"Yeah, well you don't smell like roses either." More like a wet dog. I assumed he was just unaccustomed to dealing with vampires like this. I brushed the glass off my shoulder and looked back at the cabinet I landed into.

"You know I expect you to pay for that?"

He approached and I could sense something different about him as he moved closer. I thought maybe it was just the clothes? He had changed from nothing but old cut offs to a dark blue button up shirt paired with dark denim.

No, that wasn't it... there was something deeper. Something threatening in his eyes they made me want to back up farther away from him. My vampire senses screamed at me to find the quickest escape route from the big bad werewolf. But the damaged china cabinet and his massive body had mine blocked already.

He spoke with malice, "You bloodsuckers got it all. Money, looks, healing powers… can't hurt that bad."

And he didn't hold back any of the bitterness that must have been left simmering in him all this time. But at least the I-don't-give-a-damn attitude was gone; the angry glare taking its place.

Then Jacob was looking at me. His forehead was scrunched up, his eyes were furrowed and his nostrils flared but lust was evident in his eyes. In a way I wasn't surprised. My looks only improved when I turned. My skin was an even paler porcelain with no blemishes to speak of. My hair wasn't mousy brown anymore but red, blond and black highlights with an appealing curl to it. My body was also more womanly and shapely.

"Jacob, what's the matter with you? Your eyes... they're turning red." I reached my hand out towards him but he just blocked it away.

A deep sound came out of him as he snarled at me, "You're what's the matter with me!" He yelled at me with mad yet deeply hurt black eyes.

This was it. I had enough. The first time I seen him in years and he's acting like this to me? I knew we hadn't gotten off on the best of terms. But I thought he'd be pleased to see me. What happened to the boy I had known with the easy going toothy grin and sparkling eyes?

"Get. Off. Of. Me." I said, using all my power to shove him away. I wasn't that weak naïve girl he'd known years ago either. If he wants it like this, two can play at that game.

He gritted his teeth... wait Edward was home when I left...

"Jacob, where's Edward?" I said firmly, staring straight into his bleak blank eyes.

He glared at the mention of his name, "Let's say little Eddie is... taken care of."

I flinched, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What Bella? You're acting surprised lately. Why, is it the new me?" He smirked and popped his collar, looking every bit as arrogant as he could, "Haven't the other leaches told you about what I've been doing?" He asked sounding a little surprised.

"We've been sticking to ourselves mostly. What, is something wrong? Did something bad happen to you?"

My concern for Edward waned as my worry for Jacob deepened. Edward is always there I guess. While I haven't been around Jacob in years, I owed him as much to care. What could have happened to him to make him this way? Somewhere deep down he was still my friend that did so much for me I was sure. He roughly shook his head though, either because of what I said or my concern that he didn't want to acknowledge or believe.

His voice was gruff, fighting for the words to come out, "When you left me, I was so fuckin' depressed. It was like everything I cared about left with you, outta me. I didn't care about my dad, the pack, cars, anything! Like I was a shell or some kinda ghost of who I used to be. I did stuff I never thought I would… drinking by the hour, sleeping around with every girl I could, all because I wanted…no… needed to forget about you. Get you outta my head! Then, somehow, eventually the pack helped me. I learned to channel my sadness into revenge. And became the most aggressive wolf of my pack, turning myself into the best werewolf I could. I'm the Alpha of my pack now, Bella. A ruthless bloodsucker hunter. So do you like the new me?" Jacob said with a wolfish grin, smirking down at me.

My God, what have I done to him?

No, no, no! This couldn't be happening to me! Jacob hadn't come back to me as merciless vampire killer just to...

"What did you do with Edward? What do you want from me?" I yelled at him, glaring.

Jacob didn't back down though. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he stood still. His hands turned into fist. But the wolf didn't come out, he was still in control.

He was probably stronger than me. He was the Alpha, known widely for killing vampires while I was still a semi- new vegetarian vampire. But I had to still try and fight. My fangs came out and I felt my eyes redden.

From pure instinct he crouched down and tackled me, forcing me to land on the floor. His eyes were the deepest set of black I've ever seen, and obviously full of hate. I was afraid of him phasing. He seemed more animal than man right then.

I beat my fist on his back as the rest of my body was being held under his weight.

"You honestly think you can get away from me?" He said with a mixture between growl and a laugh.

"I never wanted to hurt you," I shouted helplessly, trying to hold my voice and reason together.

"You should've thought of that before you ripped my heart apart!" He roared back viciously. I could clearly see his canine teeth.

I felt like sobbing. I felt like fighting back. But each method was useless. My face contorted, trying to bring out the tears that obviously would never come.

"Tell me, did you miss me, when I was gone?" He asked and for the first time today he looked sincere, almost like he was afraid of hearing my answer. Like we weren't two sworn enemies fighting. He wasn't the deadly werewolf trying to kill me. He returned back to the bashful teenager I met at La Push way years ago.

My Jake.

I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes, "Yes!"

Jacob didn't believe me though, "Liar!" He shouted in pure fury but his eyes were watery. It's funny the things you miss when you change. I would have given anything to be able to cry with him and hold him.

Jacob reached his muscular arms out toward my neck, trying to choke me. Then when that obviously didn't work because I didn't need to breath I saw him prepare to snap my neck and finish the job when I thought it was all over...

He stopped. I lay completely still on the ground, terrified. I then heard screaming.

What I saw in the next room was scary blood shot eyes and broken glass everywhere.

"Damn it!!" Jake exclaimed, a string of cuss words followed as he began to break everything in his path.

"Jake stop!" I pleaded, running after him. I tried desperately to hold him back, clutching his arms as tightly as I could. I was more concerned about him than the Cullens' expensive furnishings he had so carelessly destroyed.

He groaned, "Why can't I? I've killed hundreds of vampires. So why is it whenever I'm around you, you make me feel so goddamn weak?" He was clutching a vase but then shoved it roughly, causing it to crash on the floor. I still didn't care. Jacob was in pain, so I felt pain too.

"Oh, Jake," I said, trying to comfort him further by stroking his soft dark hair.

I was shocked when I felt his body twist around and kiss me.

"Jacob! Get off of me!" I said, trying to pull away from his hold. But he was stronger and grabbed my wrist, once again kissing me, pressing harder against me.

Who was more surprised when I stopped fighting? I'm not sure. I just wasn't prepared for the want that coursed through me and traveled all over.

His warm body felt so good against mine and his lips too as he deepened the kiss.

Jake let go of my hands. But I instantly wrapped them around his neck as I stroked his broad back with my sharp, red painted nails. The excitement made me feel... alive again.

"Bells," he groaned and I felt my stomach tighten when he said his old nickname for me. I felt myself being pushed farther against the cabinet, not caring about being uncomfortable.. And I knew I couldn't stop him now if I wanted to.

"Take me to the bedroom. Now," He growled and I gasped. If I took him there it made this more real.

It would mean taking him where Edward and I slept... "Edward."

He growled and pushed his nails into my arm. "Go to the fucking bedroom now, Bella!" His eyes shone like pools of fire.

I tried shoving him away, "You know I'm not one of your dumb whores! You can't talk to me like that!"

"You shoulda thought about your dear Eddie before. I know now you want me like I want you. And I'm going to get what I want this time!" He said, grabbing me by my hair.

I turned my head towards him, "If I do, will you tell me where Edward is?"

"Edward is busy right now but maybe..."

"Busy? Your damn pack has him. Don't they?" I asked with certainty.

Grinning, he said, "Maybe. Now show me." I battled it in my head. But the need I felt for him overweighed any sense or logic.

I still wanted him, his warm full lips and large rough hands on me just fueled my desire. He'd tell me about Edward anyway, wouldn't he?

It was like an electric current went through me with his touch. Fire and ice collided making a storm. I moaned and he growled, pushing me into him further by my hips and pressing more firmly into his lips. I kn it was wrong. But I couldn't force myself to care anymore. If somebody walked through the door right then, I knew I couldn't tear myself away.

I couldn't get enough of him, his heat, his touch, his skin, the delicious friction. I wanted it all. I wanted all of him. I didn't realize how much I missed it. The warmth. Wherever he kissed me, heat spread deep down into my core, something Edward could never do. He slammed me onto the mattress before I could jump away from the impact. He spread my legs, moving in between them, nipping the skin on my neck as I groaned in enjoyment and pain.

I'm a vampire, I could literally do it all night. Wolfs are strong, but have no stamina, I swear. But I still smiled at him as he lay on the bed afterwards, his eyes closed, resting. I studied him from his feet that hung over the edge of the mattress to his calm face. I enjoyed listening to his soft breathing and steady heartbeat. I didn't have mine but at least I could listen to his, and feel his warmth spreading over me.

When his eyes popped open I smiled, "I can make you a sandwich or something." I offered. It was funny, the things I missed, like making food for Charlie.

"That's alright. I should be heading back." He said, getting up. He didn't even look at me. I felt completely removed from him as he searched for his clothes, ignoring me.

The distance was almost unbearable for me.

"Why?" I pouted, putting on my clothes as well.

"It's late. Leah will be worrying," was his reply.

I blinked.

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"I'm not on your land, so what do you want here, dogs?" Edward said to us, a scowl on his face. His albino buddy, Jasper the friendly ghost in too. (Like, Casper the Friendly Ghost, get it?)

Me, Quil, rolled down my window calling out of my truck to them, "We're still sworn enemies. Right Embry?"

The man next to me in the passenger seat smirked and nodded, "Well, yeah. That means I'm entitled to bug bloodsuckers all I want." I said loudly as I parked the car next to their little eco friendly car. Psssh. I have a hemi.

Edward sighed. He's over a hundred and probably doesn't want to deal with us hooligans much longer. Besides, his hair was starting to get not so carelessly tousled. He'd probably have to go in to a bathroom soon and fix it for an hour, I figured.

"So wuzzup?" I said, getting out of my blue Dodge truck with my hands folded across my chest.

This would be one of the only enjoyable missions I have- annoying the Cullen creeps. Jacob told us to just keep them from going home. And I've had years of thinking up jokes to call these leeches.

"Dog? Like really?" I asked, smirking, "Just call me lassie right, and you'll be... I got it-"

Embry whispers a name in my ear. I laugh out loud and high five him. They look confused for a second before they collectively roll their eyes. Like a real family. How sweet.

"You guys really haven't matured any, huh?"

"Nope," we say and do karate chops together. The moment really called for it.

Can the bloodsuckers stand any straighter? I swear they got a fucking flagpole stuck up their asses.

"Hey, which one's the mind reader? Yeah you! Hey tell me what I'm thinking about now."

Eddie stared at me with his weird eyes and coughed, "That's so sick! You're an animal!"

"Why, thank you." I said brushing off my shoulder.

"The sexy grandma thing again?" Asked Embry lowly he was pretty shy, me on the other hand, well, that's an entirely different matter.

"Oh yeah," I smirked, placing my hand up near Embry's for another high five .

The lanky blond actually laughed. I suddenly remember him being the "mood feeler" While Eddie boy was the mind reader. How convenient.

"Hey, glitter boy. Try reading my mind now!" Embry getting over his quietness joining in on the laughter laughing.