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-Warning: a bit of sex in this chapter, nothing explicit, but it may push at the edge of the teen rating.

Bella's POV

Jacob's head rolled to the side, and his eyes cracked open, revealing nothing but black. The irises were much larger than those of a normal vampire and left no room for the white of the eye. I could just make out a border between them and the pupils. He pulled in a lungful of air through his nose, scenting the area. Edward spoke for him, "He's weak, and very thirsty."

Jacob looked too weak to sit up and his face was pinched in pain. Inching forward, I kept my eyes down, treating Jacob like a freshly phased wolf. I didn't know how much of him was left, but looking a scared predator in the eyes was never a good idea. He tracked my every move.

"Be careful Bella, he's terrified." This time it was Jasper who cautioned me.

I kept my movements slow and smooth until I was close enough to touch him. His weakness worried me, newborns were meant to be stronger than other vampires, not so frail they couldn't move. I reached out with my hand until it was six inches from his face. He inhaled again, taking my scent. When he didn't attack I let my hand rest against his cheek just at the edge of his jaw. It was show of submission that the wolves used when they greeted each other, I could feel the muscles in his jaw and neck relax under my hand. He seemed to be responding to my body language as a wolf would. I didn't know whether or not to be relieved.

In the low calming voice I had used during Charlie's first weeks, I asked, "Jacob, do you recognize me?"

He didn't say anything, but Edward answered, "He knows you're familiar."

"Can I help you feed?"

Edward answered again, "Yes."

I picked Jacob up as gently as possible and carried him towards the corralled animals. While his weight was not an issue for my strength, his size made carrying him awkward. I held him in my arms in a bridal carry, legs dangling to the ground, head lolling backwards. The scene would have been comical if I weren't so worried about Jacob's well being. He turned his head towards the pen as we neared the animals. I could feel him twitch with every beat of their hearts, he was nearly vibrating.

The pen was fenced with a simple wire mesh fixed to thick wooden posts forced into the ground by Emmett. It was eight feet high, but I hopped over it without jostling Jacob.

The caribou became skittish as we approached and I could feel Jacob's muscles tensing. We had caught six animals to be sure we had enough. I seated Jacob on the ground, leaning his back against the side of the pen and caught one of the bucks by the scruff of the neck. I had to hold the first animal to Jacob's mouth, it bucked and struggled uselessly against my steel grip. The jugular was inches from Jacob's teeth when he struck like a snake. His massive canines tore into the soft living flesh and in seconds there was nothing but a husk on the ground. Then Jacob was on to the second one. His movements were weak and jerky, but he was moving under his own power.

By the time he finished that one, he was moving with the power and speed of a normal vampire. He made it through the rest of the animals easily. With each drained body he became stronger, as the last of the six fell to the ground. Jacob looked off to the horizon where the herd had moved. Then he was gone.

I had never seen anything move as fast as Jacob did in his chase. His disproportionate limbs allowed him to run on all fours like a cheetah sprinting across the Savana, each stride leaving great gashes in the arctic landscape. "He's after the herd," Edward shouted.

We pursued him as quickly as we could, though faster than us, he did stop to feed. At Jasper's warning I didn't get closer than fifty feet. He fed, and fed, and fed. The heard had panicked, but he just kept following them. I didn't even know how all the blood he drank could fit inside his body. It had to have something to do with the how his human body had contained the massive bulk of his wolf. One thing I did notice was that he was no longer emaciated. The animal blood filled his muscles, making his build comparable to that from before the change. Thirty six caribou died before Jacob stopped.

When he finally sucked the last of the blood from a large female, the herd was scattered and in chaos. He watched silently as the stragglers disappear over a ridge and into the woods. There was a hint of indecision in his movements as he watched them go. Instead of following he circled the corpse he had just consumed, looking at it in confusion. He walked on the balls of his feet with a deep bend in his knees, his shoulders were hunched forward, it looked like he could spring into a run or an attack at any minute. He was calmer now that he had fed.

Despite the lack of humanity in his new form and movements, there was a certain wild beauty about him. The muscles of his legs filled out the pair of sweat pants Emmett had given him. His upper body was bare, and moved like living stone, muscles rippling under granite skin. While paler than he had been, he didn't have the ivory pallor the Cullens or I possessed. I definitely appreciated Jacob's new body, though it was strange seeing him with no instinctive animosity tugging at my senses.

Jasper detected the change in my mood, and Edward picked it up from Jasper's mind; both looked at me strangely. I would have blushed if I could. Edward cleared his throat. "We should try and get him back to our land." He spoke uncertainly, and seemed uncomfortable with the emotions he had just read from Jasper's mind. He came to my side and took my elbow as if to guide me back towards the Cullen's property.

This was a mistake, in an instant, Jacob was moving towards us, no longer calm. Edward pulled me roughly behind him just as Jacob closed the distance. This was also a mistake.

In a movement too fast to follow Jacob backfisted Edward in the chest. Edward was sent flying though the air like a rag doll. As he flew I realized that the blow had almost rent his body at the waist. The tissue was torn as though it were no more than human flesh.

Jasper and Emmett sprang at Jacob in unison. Jacob plucked Emmett from the air by his neck and swung him into Jasper. Jasper hit the ground so hard he bounced. Emmett was struggling against Jacob's grip helplessly, but his hands couldn't reach Jacob's face and merely batted against his bicep. Jacob growled, his hackles raised as Jasper tried to get up. He kicked Jasper in the ribs before the man could stand, causing the smaller vampire to fly through the air as Edward had.

Rosalie screamed when Jacob grabbed one of Emmett's arms and began pulling the other vampire towards his snarling muzzle. Emmett kicked against Jacob's torso, but it did nothing to slow the approach of Jacob's massive teeth.

The other Cullen's were moving in. I didn't know whose safety I was more concerned for, Jacob's or theirs. With no other option I sprang at the pair and squeezed myself into the narrowing gap. I wormed my way between them, using Jacob's thighs as a platform to push myself upwards. Emmett's nose graze the back of my skull, my face was inches from Jacob's massive fangs. I could hear the seems of my clothing rip as I forced myself upwards. I absently realized that I had draped my shield back around Jacob's mind.

Soon we were face to face. He looked surprised to see me appear in his field of view. His irises were now a deep brown, almost identical to those of his wolf's. I knew those eyes almost as well as I knew his human ones, and I was unafraid. Jacob's wolf had never hurt me. Those eyes were the last thing I had seen as a human and I knew that they belonged to the man I loved. This reaction was probably not completely sane considering what I had just seen done to Edward, Jasper, and Emmett, but I trusted Jacob.

It took him a moment to register who I was. "Bella?" He was confused, but he did relax his hold on Emmett. The Cullens stopped their advance.

I took advantage of the pause to bring my hands up on either side of his face. "It's me Jacob." He continued to stare at me with the same confused expression. Keeping my voice calm, I asked, "Do you think you can put Emmett down?"

He glanced past me and seemed surprised by the fact that he was holding Emmett up by his neck and arm. Emmett was perfectly still, not wanting to spook Jacob again. It took a few seconds, but he slowly he released Emmett's arm, then his neck. Emmett dropped to the ground and backed off quickly.

I stayed were I was, perched of the tops of Jacob's thighs, hands on the sides of his face. We were almost the same height this way. "Bella?" He asked again, this time with more confidence. His voice was much deeper than it had been, and resonated through his massive chest. There was also a rough edge to it that reminded me of a growl.

I nodded, "It's me Jake." He brought one of his massive hands to the side of my face and let his fingers trail through my hair. I leaned into the touch. It was so strange no longer feeling his heat. I had come to enjoy it, like adding jalapenos to a meal.

He buried his head into the side of my neck just bellow my left ear and inhaled deeply. "You smell good."

Before I could respond, he tensed again. I looked behind me and saw him glaring at the Cullens. The family was watching us with undisguised apprehension. Relief flooded through me when I saw Edward standing with them, glad he had not been seriously injured. Jacob growled, a deep canine sound that a human throat could not reproduce. "Cullens."

I nodded, hoping to keep the peace I said, "Yes Jacob, it's the Cullens. They helped you. Do you want to meet them?"

Jacob shook his head slowly, "I want to kill them."

Rosalie growled. It came off as a poor imitation when compared to Jacob's. Though perhaps my opinion was biased.

Jacob moved his hands to my hips and made to remove me from my perch. I didn't know what would happen if I weren't between him and his prey so I talked quickly. "No Jacob, they're friends. You can't hurt them."

Jacob ignored me and began to lift me off him. I clamped my hands to the sides of his head and said the only thing I could think of, "No Jacob, remember the treaty. They haven't broken it, so you can't kill them."

Jacob paused, I didn't know how much of his mind had survived the transformation, but I knew that if anything of the old Jacob was left, it would be his duty to the pack. He bowed his head as if trying to summon the faint memories from before. "Treaty." He muttered, "Can't kill them unless they break the treaty."

He lifted me off of his legs and put me down next to him. Without looking away from me he said, "They should go."

I could tell that they were putting him on edge. I took his hand and looked over at the group of Cullens. "He's right, it might be best if you give him some space."

Carlisle spoke for the family, "If you are sure that is wise."

"Carlisle!" Edward sounded betrayed.

Jacob's eyes instantly locked on the much smaller man. A growl rose in his throat. I squeezed his hand. "I will be fine, he won't hurt me."

I knew that I could make no such guaranty, but the other vampires just seemed to put Jacob on edge. The main reason for them to be out here was to help keep him in control. The ease with which he had torn through their three best fighters made me think that their presence would cause more harm than good.

I saw them back away slowly. Edward looked like he wanted to stay, but Emmett kept a firm grip on his upper arm, dragging him with the rest of the family. Once they were out of sight Jacob relaxed by a small amount. I put my hand on his massive forearm and ran it up and down to comfort him.

He turned and looked down at me, still a bit tense. "What's the matter?" I asked.

He looked back to the ridge behind which the Cullen's had disappeared and said, "Leeches."

"Would it be better if I left you alone."

He shook his head, "No, you're Bella."

I felt a little thrill of happiness that he still recognized and trusted me. I also noticed how filthy he was, the leftovers of his caribou massacre had covered him in blood and gore. "There's a lake a little further into the park, we can get you cleaned up."

Jacob looked down at himself and took in the changes. It was as though he only now realized what he was, "I'm a leech." He sounded hollow.

Without making any sudden movements, I hooked my hand behind his elbow and tugged him in the direction of the lake. He let himself be lead. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

Jacob didn't say anything as we neared the water. He looked out over the small glacier formed lake and paused at the edge. Rather than get in he sat on the bank. I stood next to him, only slightly taller in this position. "Does the world always look like this to you?" he asked.

He was examining his hands and the land around him. "Like what?" I asked, curious about what he was seeing.

He turned back to me, "There are so many more colours, and it's so bright."

I was glad he had found something he liked about his new situation. "That's one of the first thing I noticed when I changed."

Surprisingly calm for a newborn, he sat in silence, looking out over the water. He seemed content just sitting here. Seconds turned into minutes and I began to wonder what was going on in his mind. Eventually he said, "The wolf is dead." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I could tell the loss hurt deeply.

He looked out over the water. "I didn't see it before, I didn't realize until the fire, but he was always there, even before we changed." He brought his hand to his chest and rubbed absently. "He kept me alive through the fire, but he died with me." He stopped talking, as though so many words had tired him.

I finally realized what he was talking about. After Jacob had changed, I had often felt like there were two of him. One was the boy I had grown up with, the other the was the wolf, the Alpha of the Quilieute. I had often resented the wolf for taking away the carefree Jacob that I had loved as a friend, but over time I had grown to appreciate the new side of Jacob. The wolf gave him anger, but also strength. It made him stubborn, but but gave him the iron will he needed to run the pack. Over the years, Jacob had found a balance between the two sides of his personality.

The change seemed to have ended the dichotomy, fusing bits of Jacob to bits of the wolf until only one being was left. While Jacob may look and act more wolflike than before, that was it. There was nothing else of the true wolf left in him. I didn't need to talk to Carlisle, or watch Jacob try and fail to realize that he would not be phasing anymore.

I ducked my head, crying without tears. "I'm sorry Jacob."

He took my hand, and squeezed it. "It was an accident." It wasn't forgiveness, but it was close. Jacob was forgiving by nature, even if the wolf wasn't. However, I had hurt him badly, he had spent two weeks in the worst physical pain imaginable because I was careless. Real forgiveness would take time.

We lapsed into silence again and I let him break it. "I can feel them."

"Who?"

He looked off into the general direction of the Cullen's house. "The Cullens." He looked slightly to the North. "There are five in that direction." He looked off to the East. "A couple over there."

"You can tell where the vampires are? Like Demetri?"

He shrugged. "I want to kill them." He said it absently, the same way someone would say, 'I feel like having toast for breakfast'. There was no emotional investment in the thought of killing other vampires. It scared me, it was exactly how Renata had talked about humans when she had first come to stay with us. Before her status as prisoner/informant had melted into a status as Charlie's girlfriend/companion.

While Jacob had been changing I had asked Carlisle what he thought Jacob's abilities may be. My mind wandered back to Carlisle's theory about vampiric gifts. As a human Jacob's special talent had been killing vampires, it seemed like he now had all the tools he needed to do just that. While I hated asking this I needed to know. "What about me?"

When we had started a physical relationship we had set certain ground rules. The most important of which was that we had to be honest about our bodies' reactions to one another. Especially the negative ones. This was probably why it had taken years for one of us to slip up and injure the other. When I was thirsty he kept his distance, when he was angry I did the same. The reason our relationship worked was because we accepted what we were rather than try and ignore it.

Jacob turned to me and stared with his inhuman eyes, I fought the urge to look away from them. Finally he answered, "Less than when I was a wolf."

He placed his hands on my hips and manoeuvred me in front of him, my feet straddled his outstretched legs. Our eyes were nearly level. For the second time that day he buried his nose in my neck and breathed in. "You smell like you did before we changed." I shivered.

His thumbs began to make absentminded circles on the sides of my stomach. My hands slid up his massive arms until they rested at the base of his neck. The changes in his body were more telling now that he was up and moving. His skin was as hard as my own, and I was enjoying exploring the new sensation of it under my fingertips. I tangled my fingers in the fur that had formed on his upper back and leaned into him. The nip of his teeth on my neck caused me to jump in surprise. It wasn't hard enough to pierce the skin. More like the play bites the wolf pups gave me when they were in the mood to roughhouse.

Backing towards the water's edge, I pulled Jacob with me. He scooted forward until he sat waist deep in the clear water. I used a handful of sand to scoured the bits of caribou from Jacob's body. It didn't take long for him to react to the physical contact.

We started gently, Jacob was clearly terrified of hurting me, however that only lasted until we lost our clothes. For the first time in my life I was able to let go completely during sex. I didn't have to worry about biting him, or about crushing him with my legs. He didn't have to worry about phasing or swallowing my venom.

The sex was rough, bordering on violent, but it was amazing. I raked my fingers down his back while he moved on top of me. As he finished his powerful hands held my hips so tightly I wondered that my body didn't break in two. When he was done, I kept my arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, not wanting him to move as I contracted around him.

We stayed together like that for what felt like hours. All the stress of the past weeks had bled out during our frantic love making, leaving me more relaxed than I had been in years. We eventually separated, and he slid down my body so we could be face to face. I giggled when I saw his satisfied grin.

We cleaned off in the lake. The water brushed against my thighs as I put my hair back in its usual tight braid. Jacob watched with his deep brown eyes. Though I knew he couldn't read my mind, I felt like he was seeing every thought that went through my head. It was nearing dusk when we finally got dressed .

We didn't talk much, but I did manage to convince him to call his father. My phone was back at the Cullen's place and I hoped Billy would agree to speak to Jacob. My turning his son had no doubt confirmed his opinion of how dangerous our kind was. First, we needed to get back to the Cullens' and get a phone. "Do you think we can go back and see the Cullens?"

Jacob looked in the direction of their house. "The men are just beyond the ridge. If they don't try and touch you I should be fine."

I would have flushed with embarrassment if it were possible. "How long have they been there?"

Jacob grinned, "A while."

I covered my face with my hands, "Oh god." I had grown used to the pack knowing everything I did with Jacob, but to have the Cullens know that much about me was just awkward. I heard Jacob chuckling.

It annoyed me that he hadn't warned me. "You could have said something." I snapped.

He continued to chuckle, "We were a little busy." I rolled my eyes and splashed him. I was still annoyed, but it was good to see him laugh.

We set off for the ridge at a fast run. Jacob matched my pace effortlessly, not even bothering with running on all fours as he had while hunting. We cleared the hill and found the Cullen men and Rosalie waiting for us. Esme and Alice were absent, probably at their husbands' requests. Emmett gave me a knowing smirk and I dropped my eyes. There was no question he had heard what we were up to. Edward and Jacob both growled at him. Jacob was tensing to attack and I quickly took his hand. He squeezed back tight enough to hurt, but I hid my wince. Hesitantly I said, "Jacob, these are the Cullens. Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Edward." I hesitated on Edward's name, not sure how my husband would react.

He gave Edward a toothy grin that was anything but friendly but did show off his new fangs. "It's been a while." I vaguely remembered that Jacob had met him once at my prom. To Edward's credit he didn't back down or look away from the much larger man. "How are the ribs?" Jacob asked, his grin turning malicious.

Edward subconsciously brought a hand to his side where Jacob had nearly torn him in half. I pulled my hand from Jacob's and smacked him on the arm. He broke eye contact and looked at me, surprised. "Don't be a jerk Jacob. They were trying to help you."

He looked like he was going to protest, but I cut him off, "I know your body wants to hunt them, but that comment was all you." Considering everything the Cullens had done to help us over the past couple of weeks Jacob could try and hold back the obnoxious comments.

He glared at the ground and looked very petulant. I watched him expectantly. Finally he said, "Fine. I'm sorry for hitting you Edward."

Edward nodded uneasily at the apology. Carlisle held out a hand to Jacob, ever the peace maker. "It is good to finally meet you Jacob Black. Bella has spoken very highly of you. I hope the transition has not been too jarring."

Jacob tensed and nodded uneasily. "Yeah, um, good to meet you too I guess." He didn't step in to take Carlisle's hand, but I could tell he was actually trying to be civil.

Jasper was watching the whole situation with disbelief. "How is he so calm? Newborns don't act this way." His frustration was clear, and Jacob tensed at his tone. He clenched his fists and his forearms bulged. I once again placed a calming hand on his arm, hoping to prevent another fight.

Carlisle was the one who answered. "It may be for the same reason his eyes are not red. His transformation took so long that he could have burnt through all the human blood left in his system. Considering how emaciated he was by the time his heart stopped and how much he fed, virtually all the blood in his system came from the caribou."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, I knew how painful the first year's thirst could be, it was a blessing that Jacob may avoid it. Emmett, however was not so happy, "Wait, you mean he gets to stay that strong? How is is that fair?"

In an instant Jacob was shaking, the tone once again setting him off. Rosalie was at Emmett's side. She hissed out, "Shut up Emmett."

Jacob began taking deep breaths. I recognized the technique as one he taught the newly phased when they had issues with their tempers. After a tense moment and no doubt with some help from Jasper, Jacob calmed. "Does it mean I'll always be this angry?" he asked.

Carlisle nodded, "It is a very real possibility."

Jacob sighed, "Great."

I rubbed his arm, as far as I was concerned we were fairly lucky with the transformation so far. "Do you mind if we bring Jacob back to your house Carlisle? I don't like being so near hiking trails."

"That would be fine, however there are still several Caribou we have not managed to retrieve. It would look suspicious if a ranger were to come across so many dead animals."

We quickly gathered the fallen prey and brought them back to the Cullen's to be burnt. The entire time Edward kept watching Jacob and I. I found it slightly unsettling while Jacob found it irritating. He became more agitated the longer Edward continued. Jacob drew some comfort by keeping himself between the two of us most of the time.

I was surprised that Emmett didn't bear Jacob any ill will for the attack earlier that day, in fact the lunk was already making jokes about it. While heaving an exsanguinated carcass onto the bonfire he shouted, "Don't get too cocky wolfman, I'm already planning a rematch."

Jacob was a little perplexed by Emmett's carefree nature. Under different circumstances the two may have actually been friends. It was unfair that Jacob blamed the Cullens for virtually everything that had happened to us and the tribe. It was something he and Charlie had in common. I couldn't place the blame at their feet though. The risks of dating a vampire had been explained to me many times, but I had still pursued a relationship with Edward. I had a share of the blame for the mess we were in even if he didn't see it.

When we got back to the Cullens' house, Esme and Alice were outside with one of the Denali women, Tanya I think. Alice and Esme waved. Esme even sent Jacob a friendly smile, it did little to hide her relief. I couldn't blame her for her worry, Jacob's attack that morning had been terrifying.

Tanya's eyes widened at the sight of him. She stepped forward brazenly though she did keep about twenty feet between herself and my husband. "You must be what all the fuss has been about." I wasn't sure if I imagined the extra swing of her hips, or the slight purr in her voice. "Bella caused quite a stir when she showed up with that wolf." She looked at me with considerably less interest, "We haven't been introduced, I'm Tanya."

She held out her hand for me to shake. I walked in and took it, though she didn't take her eyes off of Jacob. The woman was, in a word, intimidating. While not as beautiful as Rosalie, she simply exuded sex, and I really did not like the way she looked at Jacob. Edward had mentioned that she had been interested in him before he had come to Forks. I was glad that I had never met her while I was human. She would have just made me feel more insecure about my relationship with Edward.

I released her hand and turned to Esme and Alice. "Esme, Alice, this is my husband Jacob Black. Jacob these are Esme and Alice."

I hadn't been expecting more than a nod of acknowledgement from Jacob. Which was why I was surprised when he walked to my side and held out a hand to each of them. When he shook Alice's hand he said, "Bella said you were a good friend."

Jasper's tension at having Jacob so close to his wife was palpable, he was probably using his most of his focus trying to keep Jacob calm. Jacob stepped back from from the women. Esme smiled again, she seemed to understand how much effort the simple greeting had taken him. "Welcome to our home Jacob. I already prepared a guest room for you and Bella. The two of you are welcome to stay until you get used to the change."

Jacob was as uncomfortable as I was when it came to charity. I had gotten a bit better at accepting gifts over the years, but we had already disrupted their lives enough. "We can't impose like that, you've already helped more than we could have hoped." Without the need to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom, there really wasn't a need for vampires to stay in a house. Jacob and I would be perfectly fine outside.

Esme shook her head, "Nonsense Bella, we all welcome the chance get to know you and Jacob now that he's recovered."

Jacob looked uneasy, but I relented, it was nearly impossible to say no to Esme. "If you're sure we won't be in the way."

Tanya clapped her hands together, "Wonderful! I'm sure Eleazar will be happy that you are staying. Ever since he heard a werewolf was turning into one of us he has wanted a chance to examine him."

"Why?" I demanded. The question came off more suspicious than I had intended, but I didn't like the idea of Jacob being prodded like some kind of experiment.

Tanya raised her hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Eleazar has the ability to sense a vampire's gifts. He was curious about what someone as unique as your husband might be able to do."

Jacob was instantly suspicious. "I don't think that's a good idea."

I whispered in Quileute, "It may be good to know how your tracking works. He could help us."

Jacob clenched jaw and responded in the same language, "Too many people know about us already."

Tanya's eyes narrowed in suspicion, though her tone stayed lite. "It is up to you of course. He did say that he would have difficulties seeing anything if you kept that shield up."

I did my best to hide my sudden unease, I didn't like the fact that someone outside the pack and the Cullens knew so much about my abilities. There was also the fact that Irina was still mourning Laurent's disappearance. Carlisle had warned me not to mention Laurent to the Denali coven in case she were to react badly to the news that Jacob had killed him. Not wanting another Victoria on our hands I wanted to stay as far away from them as possible.

Carlisle came to our rescue. "I apologize Tanya. Jacob is having some difficulties adapting to the presence of other vampires. It may be safest if he were to avoid interacting with too many others until we know that he has control over his new strength."

Tanya smiled graciously, "Of course Carlisle, I understand." She turned back to Jacob, "We have all been there. Our first years can be so trying. If you ever need any help acclimating yourself to other vampires, Carlisle has my phone number." She winked and flitted off. As she disappeared into the alpine forest that separated the two Covens' lands, I realized that I was growling. Maybe Jacob wasn't the only one who had to work on their temper around other vampires.

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed Jacob as a vampire.

Question: have you run into any other stories with VampWolf Jacob or other pack member? If so tell me in the reviews or PMs, I'm curious how other authors handle it. I'm kind of making it up as I go.