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Jacob's P.O.V.

"Dude, is she related to the Cullen's?" Mike whispered to me, motioning to the new girl.

"No," I hastily replied, flipping the strands of hair out of my eyes. "I don't believe so."

The bell rang as Mike and I exited class, walking towards the gym. We made our way through the bustling crowd, my eyes scanning for Edward.

"Speaking of the Cullen's," Mike continued nonchalantly, "I haven't seen any of them today."

"I believe Edward told me they were going to be out of town for the weekend." I replied, leaving out the fact that they were going hunting. Edward refused to go and stayed behind to watch after me. Not that I can't take care of myself, but being alone with Edward for an entire week? Who was I to refuse?

Edward's P.O.V.

The bell rang shrilly overhead signaling the end of class and ending the monotonous drone of the lecture. I swiftly entered the hallway, letting the thoughts of others pass through without paying much attention. I needed to see Jacob. Since the attack on the reservation my usual worry has increased exponentially. I made my way to the musky smelling gym to wait for him. I found myself wondering if I wanted to see Jacob or if I just wanted to be reassured that he was okay. Regardless, my fondness of the shifter has been growing over the past couple of days. I couldn't stand to be away from him. It seemed like this dull ache would grow in my chest as soon as he was out of my sight.

Last night was no exception as I silently perched myself at his window sill. Leah had the protection of the entire pack and was still killed; Jacob doesn't. I wasn't about to stand by and not protect him.

Jacob's been through enough.

Through the congestion of the hallway, I saw Jacob beginning to approach me while Michael departed.

Smart boy.

However, Michael's thoughts were unusually quiet. Intrigued, I concentrated harder but to no avail. I scoffed lightly. It's not like the boy is the brightest crayon in the box. I always wondered if his head was full of hot air ever since he moved to Forks last year.

A warm hand entered mine as a woodsy amber scent entered my nose.

"Staring off at Mike's ass, are we?" he joked.

I chuckled lightly, seeing the slight insecurity in his eyes.

"Jacob, there's no ones rear end I would be looking at other than yours, especially not Michael's." I reassured him.

Seeing a fellow student walk by, he quickly slipped his hand out of mine and into his pockets, his russet cheeks flushing brightly.

I felt a pang of hurt as he stumbled to make up an excuse.

"Jacob," I interrupted as he mentally cursed himself. "I understand. Its fine, I promise."

"I…yeah." He responded awkwardly, before becoming really animated. "Listen, there is a new girl named Cassandra. I swear she looks legit vampire. Can you check her out?"

This sparked my attention. It has taken years of practice for my family and me to coexist with humans. Could there be another one like us?

"Yes, I'll look into it."

"Great! I have to get to gym but I'll see you in third block," he stated, lightly punching my arm then dismissing himself.

Somewhere along the lines, I missed the part where I became his best bud, and our departure is a punch in the arm. Jacob and I are going to have to talk about that.

I sighed and made my way to my second block class. I entered the door just as the tardy bell rang overhead and made my way to the desk at the back of the class.

"Students we have a new student with us today. Why don't you introduce yourself, dear?" Mrs. Rodriguez said, motioning to someone who was entering the classroom.

A quite stunning blonde girl entered the room and shyly waved. This must be the girl Jacob was talking about.

"Hi, my name is Cassandra Grace and…" I hate this godforsaken town and I want to be back home… "I'm from New York, New York." Shoot me…

I chuckled softly at her thoughts. She definitely didn't seem to be a vampire. I tried digging through her mind more.

Get out of my head leech!

I felt a sharp pain and abruptly retreated from the girls head. She stared back at me with the most intense crystal blue eyes I've ever seen. How did she do that?

"Well, isn't that nice?" Mrs. Rodriguez replied. "Please, have a seat and we will get started with class."

I felt a massive headache coming on, no doubt from Cassandra's telepathic attack, as she took a seat, her blonde hair flowing behind her. She now had a block on her mind and stared straight ahead.

What the fuck was this girl?

XXX

"Well, she certainly isn't normal," I said bitterly as I drove towards town. "But I don't think she was the cause of Leah's death."

"What happened?" Jacob asked, his dark eyes concentrating on my face.

"I was trying to read her mind and somehow she retaliated. It felt like someone stabbed me in the temple," I retorted.

Jacob was quiet for a second, and then began laughing hysterically.

"That's…that's what you get for…for always digging in people's mind!" he said between breaths. "At least she can do something about it."

I smiled crookedly at him. Only Jacob would think of that.

He began to take in his surroundings as we exited Forks.

"Edward, where are we going?" he queried cautiously.

"It's a surprise. You'll see," I retorted, slipping my hand into his, feelings the extremities of our temperatures.

Fire and Ice.

"Is this like a date?" he asked, hope gleaming in his eyes.

"Yes, this is definitely like a date," I replied, assuaging his doubts.

His thoughts were buzzing excitedly with some possibilities, but none of them close to what I had planned. I gently rubbed my thumb over his hand as we sped into Seattle. It didn't take long before we arrived. As we pulled up I heard Jacob softly gasp.

"Edward, is this…?"

"Yep. This is the Seattle International Auto Show." I replied, smiling widely.

A huge smile spread across his face, his white teeth shining brightly against his russet skin.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to mine, and whispered "You are amazing."

We stepped out the car, grease and fumes assaulting my senses. Engines idled in the distance and people talked and mingled near different makes and models.

Jacob was like a kid in a toy store. He jumped from car to car, explaining the model and what made it significant. I was surprised he knew so much. I remember Bella telling me he did a lot of mechanical work, but Jacob really knew what he was talking about.

"And this," he said as we approached another car. "This is an Audi A4 Sedan. It's has all the newest features like a Dynamic Shift Program, Electronic Stabilization Program, and even electromechanical parking brakes."

He delicately ran his finger over the ash gray exterior of the car. I guess I know what to get him for his birthday.

"My mom always wanted an Audi…" he whispered, almost so low it was inaudible. His hand moved to the hemp bracelet on his wrist as his thoughts fogged up. I touched his hand lightly, trying to comfort him. Startled, he smiled sadly my way, squeezing my hand back. He stepped closer as I moved the loose strands of hair out of his eyes. I hated to see that pain in his eyes.

"Ahem, could you take your…perversion elsewhere?"

A short elder woman with graying hair, tied in a bun, and a long dress was staring at me and Jacob. Well, more like damning us with her eyes.

"Um, excuse me?" Jacob snapped.

"This is a public event. I would rather you weren't acting inappropriately," she sneered.

Jacob's thoughts projected loudly.

First my dad and the tribe, now this bitch…

"Jacob, let it go. We're leaving now. Sorry for any problems," I apologized, trying to drag Jacob along.

"No! Who the fuck do you think you are?" Jacob demanded, his voice rising and bringing attention.

Fire and Ice.

"Jacob, please let's go," I begged. He was trembling and I'm sure if he phased and ate the old lady I would have a lot of explaining to do.

"I have every right to be here as you do. Let me tell you something lady. You can take your bigotry and shove it straight up your wrinkly ass!"

He was yelling now. Dear God, we had a crowd and he was venting all of his suppressed anger and frustration from the past week on this decrepit woman. I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder before quickly walking to the car. I was trying so hard to stay mad at him, but seeing the shock on the faces of people as I walked by with a guy as big as Jacob on my shoulder looked really fucking hilarious.

We really needed to get home.

XXX

After trying to see some reason in nearly tearing off the head of someone's grandmother I gave up.

We pulled up in the driveway of my house, as the familiarity of my home hit me, a sense of calm took over.

I exited the car and swiftly ran to Jacob's side to open the door for him.

"I'm not a girl, Edward," he mumbled before stepping out of the car. "I'm perfectly capable of opening a damn door by myself."

I chuckled, letting him exit the car, before pushing him against it.

I wanted him to feel better. His mood was an awful downer. I pressed myself against him before whispering in his ear.

"Jacob, we have the entire house to ourselves. Think we could make use of it?"

I could hear his breathing quicken as his thoughts began to race. He began imagining us in different positions, each one more erotic than the last, as he began to harden against my thigh. I moaned at his thoughts and pressed my lips to his. I opened my mouth and he quickly accepted the invite, quickly darting his tongue into my mouth. His hands moved up my shirt to my chest. I moaned loudly, feeling his warm hands on my cold skin. The difference in temperature never ceases to amaze me.

Fire and Ice.

We were both sporting quite painful erections and Jacob's thoughts were only making it worse. I needed to get him into the house and fast. I grabbed his hand, leading him towards the house. I approached the large oak door when something hit my nose.

Blood.

Human blood.

And it was coming from inside the house. Jacob, tense beside me, had smelt it as well.

"Edward…" Jacob whined cautiously as I moved to open the door. I reached for the knob and slowly pushed open the door, preparing for the worst.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

I heard Jacob gasp beside me and his grip on my hand tighten.

The smell of blood was, ironically, nauseating as I stared at the body of Jessica Stanley. She hung from a rope by her feet from the ceiling, blood dripping from her wrists and neck onto the hardwood floor. She had been drained and with her blood was a message written on the wall.

MENE MENE TEKEL UPHARSIN

AN: Poor Jessica :'[ Shout out to the first person who can tell what the message on the wall means and where it comes from! Also, what do you guys think of Cassandra? Let me know! Love you guys! :]