CHAPTER FIFTY

Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View

When I woke up the next morning the sun was only just begining to rise and Jacob was still asleep in his wolf form. After I had calmed him down enough for him not to kill Donztig and Whisper came in we had both settled down a little until I eventually fell asleep to the sound of my Princes and my puppy's breathing. Whisper was awake though and he was playing in the pile of feathers that Jacob had made from my pillows yesterday.

Whisper? I asked, feeling really foolish, I mean there was no way my NORMAL little puppy could be telepathic, right?

Hi, Mommy! My jaw dropped in shock when I did get a reply and Whisper abandoned the feathers and came to sit in front of me. What's wrong, Mommy? He sounded like a little boy, maybe four years old. How was this possible? He's just a normal little German Shephard... Who could run almost as fast as me. I'm part of your club now, like Daddy and Brady and Seth and Shane and Quil and Leah and Caley. I can talk to you now, with my mind, like Daddy does.

Daddy? I glanced at Jacob, it would make sense for him to be 'Daddy' if I was 'Mommy'. Is that Daddy?

Uh huh! Whisper nodded as if it were obvious before catching sight of his own tail and starting to chase it. Telepathic and super fast or not, he was still a puppy, and puppies loved chasing their own tails.

Jacob! I thought quietly, nudging him with my paws, trying to wake him. Maybe he could tell me why I could hear my puppy's thoughts when he was supposed to be e perfectly normal puppy. Jacob, wake up!

Five more minutes, Miles?... Jacob begged tiredly, shifting a little so he could rest his head on my paws like I had done to him last night.

Is Daddy awake? Whisper asked excitedly, stopping his chase and running over to us. The third voice seemed to wake Jacob up a bit more and he slowly opened his eyes.

What's goin' on? Jacob asked with a canine yawm that was actually kinda cute to watch.

Why don't you show him what you can do now, Whisper? I suggested and Jacob looked at weirdly, wondering why I was speaking to the dog.

I can talk in my head like you and Mommy can! Whisper thought happily and Jacob looked... Well it's hard to discribe, he looked like someone just told him aliens were real, vampires were supposed to our best friends not enemies, Jayden said something not derogatory to a girl and, well, like Whisper just spoke to him in his head.

M-Miles?... What's going on? Jacob asked, sounding more than a little freaked out.

I was hoping you could tell me. I thought back as Whisper started climbing over our paws and within a couple of minutes had managed to climb on top of my head and was crawling slowly over my back until he fell of half way down.

I'm okay! Whisper thought, standing up and shakking his head a little to get rid of the fuzzies.

How is this possible? I asked Jacob, wide-eyed, but he looked just as clueless as I felt.

I-I don't know... Did your great grandmother say anything about it? He replied and I shook my head. Maybe I could ask my Dad if he knows anything. He pasued and looked at Whisper who playing in the feathers again. What do we do 'til then?

I don't know... I sighed, pushing myself to my feet and walking over to where I dropped my bathrobe last night. But, I'll call Gammy if your Dad doesn't know what's going on. She's bound to at least have a theory...

Okay. Jacob took a deep breath and let it out.

I'm gonna phase back before Vita comes. I thought, keeping my back to him beause, for some odd reason, I still had some sort of sense of modesty. As soon as I was human I wrapped my bathrobe around me and turned just in time to see modest-free Jacob phasing, readjusting his half happy member, then pulling on his cut-off jeans.

"He's supposed to be a nice, normal, non-supernatural puppy." Were the first words I said, sitting on my bed and watching Whisper chase one particular feather around in circles.

"We'll figure it out, Miles, I promise!" Jacob told me, sitting next to me and wrapping one arm around my waist.

"MILEY!" Vita called and I realized more time had passed than I thought when I glanced at the allarm clock on one of the bedside tables and it was flashing 7:47 AM. "MILEY'S BOYFRIEND! MILEY'S MUTT!" I rolled my eyes and got off the bed, opening the door before Vita could knock.

"Jacob and Whisper... Try and remember those names." I sighed and Vita followed me in when I went back to sit next to Jacob.

"Well, Whisper can stay, but Jacob has to leave whilst you get dressed and try an come up with a way to convince me you're still a virgin." Vita said and I suddenly felt uncomfortable even being in my underwear around Whisper. I'd never exactly been comfortable being naked or scarcely clothed around anything that could breathe, so knowing that my dog could understand more than the average dog ddn't exactly make me warm to the idea any more - even though he had called me 'Mommy'.

Take him with you! I told Jacob silently, getting up again and going over to my dresser.

"Come on, Buddy." Jacob murmured and Whisper perked up at his voice. "I love you!" He said quietly, kissing my forehead before leaving with Vita almost-but-not-quite glaring at him.

"What happened to the Purity pledge?" Vita asked as soon as Jacob was out of sight and I blushed bright red.

"I'm still a virgin." I muttered, pulling random clothes out of my dresser before turning to face her single raised eyebrow. "Just because we slept in the same room doesn't mean we had sex or even did anything of a sexual nature... We just slept, that's all."

"Sure!" Vita said in a disbelieving tone, already holding her phone and texting someone. "Just be safe about it, Miley."

"We're not having sex!" I tried to convince her, but she just rolled her eyes and left without another word, closing the door behind her. "Virgin!" I yelled at the closed door and I could have sworn I heard Jacob laugh downstairs. I sighed and grabbed my clothes before taking a quick shower and brushed my teeth and hair.

MILEY + JACOB = MACOB

Jacob E. Black's Point Of View

After I left Miley to get dressed I took Whisper downstairs and started looking around the kitchen for something for breakfast. After the fridge came up with nothing edible I checked the freezer and found a whole box of frozen pop tarts. I put two in the toaster and started looking for something for Whisper to eat since he couldn't eat the human chocolate in the pop tarts and I doubted there was any dog food here for him. A minute later I heard Miley yell 'virgin' upstairs and I laughed; I guess Vita didn't believe that we weren't sleeping together.

"Okay, Whisper, what do you want?" I asked with a sigh and he barked happily in response "How do you feel about beef and vegetable stew?" I asked, finding a can in one of the cupboards and he just barked again. "Come on, Buddy, work with me, one bark no, two barks yes."

"It's a dog, not a paralized person, it can't comunicate back to you." Vita said coming down the stairs and at that point Whisper barked twice and I grinned smugly at her. "It's just a fluke." I started searching for a can opener and bowl so I could feed Whisper and the next thing I know Vita's handing me a bowl with a real serious, no-nonsense look on her face. "Listen, I don't know what your game is with Miley, but she's a very special girl and she doesn't need some sex-crazed boy trying to sleep with her because she's on the rebound from her family dieing. So, if you really care about her then it's best that when we get back to Knives you stay away from her for a while until she can grieve properly." Vita said in a warning tone and I rolled my eyes.

"I love Miley more than you could possibly know and I'd do anything for her, so if she wants me to stay away then I will, but until then nothing is gonna keep us apart so don't even bother trying." I told her after setting Whispers breakfast on the floor for him. "And just so you know, I know how special Miley is, she's the most special, precious, perfect person in the whole world and I'm not in this relationship for the sex because there isn't any and I'm not going to try and force her, I'm here because I'm in love with her and because for some weird reason she loves me back."

"What's goin' on?" Miley's sweet, confused voice drifted over to us from the stairs and we both turned to her, she was in a simple jeans and a baby blue t-shirt and her hair was wet from her shower.

"Just talking." I shrugged, kissing the top of her head when she came over and hugged me around the middle.

"Uh huh!" Miley said disbelievingly, standing on her toes and pecking my lips lightly before pulling back blushing. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mi!" I murmured, brushing my lips over her forehead before Vita cleared her throat pointedly.

"By the way, Vita, it's Forks, not Knives." Miley said, kneeling down and scratching Whisper between the ears. "I'm gonna check the mail." She muttered when she stood back and I felt anger and hate boil in me at the thought of that creep from last night as she started towards the front door. I followed her silently to the front door and we both spotted the box at the same time and I felt my blood boil. It wasn't exactly a small shoe box on the front step, it was one of those office boxes you see on TV after someone just got fired or quit their job. And it was practically full. "Oh, my God!" Miley gasped, kneeling down and looking through the box hesitantly. She pulled the box inside and knelt by the closed door as she looked through it. "I was thirteen!"

"Please let me kill him, Miles? Please?" I was well aware that I was begging, but seeing that the pervert had been getting off on my Miley since she was thirteen was enough to make Miley have to soothe me so I wouldn't phase.

"What have you got there, Miley?" Vita asked from the kitchen and Miley's head shot up.

"Nothing!" She said quickly, picking the box up. "Just-just... Momentos." I growled and followed her upstairs as she went to her room.

MILEY + JACOB = MACOB

Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View

I couldn't believe how much stuff Donztig had of me, when he said he had stuff I thought he had a couple of pictures or something, not a whole box full of photos, videos, old clothes... I'd be surprised if Vita couldn't hear Jacob growling he was so loud, but I didn't exactly blame him, I wanted to rip Donztigs head off, but one of us had to have some self control.

"Oh, my God; he could see right into my bedroom." I realized with disgust and horror as I found more than one picture of me dressing or undressing in the same room we were in now. And there were even some that were angled directly into my bathroom and reflected off the mirror when I was in the shower. I could feel Jacob shaking next to me - or maybe I was shaking and he was still - and knew it was only a matter of seconds before he phased. "Jacob, no!" I tried, dropping the photos and turning to him, there was no way I'd be able to stay human if he changed, and if either one of us changed then Donztig would be dead within about five minutes. "Don't do it, Jacob, stay with me, my Prince." I was practically pleading with him as I reached up and stroked his face before getting an idea and pulling him down into a kiss. He responded immediately, kissing back almost violently and I felt my anger get pushed aside in favour of Jacob's intoxication. Jacob pushed me back against a wall and held me there without once breaking our heated tonsil hockey match. He was still shaking, but not as badly, so I took that as a good sign and let him take dominance in the kiss as his hands gripped my waist tightly and mine wrapped around his neck and pulled him as close as possible.

Jacob suddenly let go of waist and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall beside my head roughly, his short nails almost digging into my skin. I could almost imagine what angry sex with Jacob would be like in the future; he'd be all hot and wild and take me anywhere against any surface and I'd just melt at his felt when he pushed his pants down to reveal his baseball bat, kinda like he's doing now... I love Jacob and there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I want him to be first and only, but I always imagined our first time to be slow and romantic, not rough and angry so he wouldn't phase and kill my perverted pedophile neighbour. But, if it kept him from getting in trouble of any sort I'd do anything... Even lose my virginity before marriage and in anger.

"F***!" Jacob growled when I felt his bare, hard, pulsing member against my navel. I gasped for two reasons then; one, that was the first time I had heard him swear and I wasn't used to it. And two, his hand pushed up my shirt and found my breats. He was rough and hard and nothing like the Jacob I was normal with, but weirdly enough I felt a jolt of heat rush through me when he touched me without a single ounce of love.

"Jacob..." I gasped when his other hand let go of me and made quick work of literally ripping my jeans open and pushing them down. Again, I always imagined the first time he touched me there to be loving and sweet like last night had started out. Jacob quickly pushed my panties out of the way and traced his fingers along my inner thighs before he suddenly froze and stopped kissing me.

"NO!" Jacob all but roared and I jumped, I don't think I've ever seen anyone so angry in my entire life. He turned and punched his fist through the wall dangerously close to my head and I instinctively cowered away from him.

"Jacob?" I asked tentatively and he turned on me. I'll admit it, I was scared. I was scared of my own fiancé.

"You were going to let me screw you!" He accused and I was taken aback, that was not what I was expecting. But, he didn't pause long enough for me to even comprehend properly let alone speak. "You were going to just stand there and let me do whatever to you because I was pissed off."

"Is... Is that... Wrong?" I asked, I thought it would make him feel better, so why was it a bad thing?

"Wrong? Of course it's wrong, Miley!" Jacob thundered and I felt tears spring to my eyes. "I'm not having sex with you because of that bastard, and you should never have to think you need to use your body so I won't kill someone." I was confused, was he angry or giving me a pep talk? "I'm not going to let that bastard ruin our first time together, Miley.

"

"But-"

"But nothing, he's a bastard and he deserves to die for what he's done and you shouldn't be protecting him, let alone giving up your virginity for him."

"I didn't want you to get in trouble." I whispered, looking down and barely keeping my tears in. Jacob growled loudly, but I didn't dare look up.

"I'm going for a run!" He more growled than said and this time I did look up, just in time to see him fling the doors to my balcony open and jump out, phasing midair and running off along the beach. He was out of sight within seconds, but I could still hear him barking and growling and snarling.

"Miley?" Vita called from the other side of the other door and she didn't even wait for me to answer before she opened the door. "What happened? I heard crashes and bagns... Where's Jacob?"

"He had to go." I mumbled quietly, sinking to the floor. How had the day gone so bad so fast? One second I'm kissing hbim goodmorning, the next he's running off down the beach as a wolf with murder on his mind.

MILEY + JACOB = MACOB

Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View

After waiting around for Jacob to come back for three hours Vita refused to wait any longer and literally dragged me out to the car and forced me in before driving away, leaving the keeper of my heart who knows where killing who knows what. I don't think I had stopped crying in those three hours either, as soon as the tears started I hadn't been able to stop them and Vita couldn't get me to tell her why I was crying in the first place. Whisper was whimpering and curled up in my lap the whole time and I wondered if he could comunicate with Jacob and he didn't like what he was seeing or if it was just because he didn't like seeing me cry. Either way I held him tightly and I'm pretty sure there was a wet spot on his perfect white fur where I was crying.

When we got back to Forks late that night I had been trying - and failing - to get a hold of Jacob all day, but he wasn't answering me any time I tried to talk to him, and when Quil phased in at about midday he said he couldn't reach Jacob either which started me worrying that he'd split from his pack again. As soon as Vita stopped the car I got out and ran up to my room in Uncle Charlie's house without so much as a 'hi' or 'bye' to anyone and I slammed the door as soon as I was safely inside. Whisper pawed at the door and I let him in before starting to get undressed as I headed for the open window.

"Don't let anyone get in!" I told Whisper, stripping the last of my clothes off and jumping out the window, phasing before I hit the ground and I ran off to find Jacob. I couldn't feel him in my head and I panicked. Had something happened to him? Did he split from not only th pack, but me as well? Did it mean he didn't love me anymore? Could imprinting be reversed or something?

I took off full speed down to California, I didn't care if someone saw me, I just wanted to get to Jacob and make sure he was alright. I pushed Seth awy when I felt his thoughts join mine and I kept running as fast as I could despite the tears blurring my vission so I could barely make out open land from trees from roads and I smashed into just about every tree in the forrest as I made a trail to California. Jacob! Jacob! Jacob! Jacob! Jacob! That's all that was on my mind as I kept trying to reach out to him telepathically. I heard something crash loudly in the back of my consciousness and knew it wasn't the normal tree I was running headfirst into, but it was metalic and made a loud crashing sound and there were screams and a loud boom, but - and this is evil and callous and heartless - I didn't care, all I cared about was getting to my Jacob. I don't know what happened next, but I decided searching by foot was too slow and the next thing I know I'm in my hawk form and I'm steadily rising above the forrest, getting a birdseye view of everything. I flapped as hard as could and shot like a bullet through the skies, but no matted what form I was in I still couldn't pick up Jacob's thoughts and I was just about hardwired to hear his thoughts. Of course, this only made me panic more and images of the worst flashed through my mind.

Within ten minutes I crossed the state lines, but there was still no Jacob anywhere I looked, not anything that could be connected to him or anything, just nothing. I don't know how long I was flying, but it had to be at least midnight by the time I got to the beach and I was just about in hysterics or something; I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, my whole body was numb and I couldn't find Jacob anywhere. When I got to the beach I angled down and crashed into the sand as I phased back to wolf and took off running in the direction I'd seen Jacob go this morning, sniffing out his scent before I had even regained my sense of up and down.

JACOB! JACOB! PLEASE, JACOB, PLEASE JUST... ANSWER ME? I begged, racing towards... I don't know where I was going. I was going to find Jacob. I ran at my flatout fastest along the beach for about half an hour before I found a pile of rocks and a lot of blood. I sniffed the bloody rocks carefully and felt like throwing up when I smelt Jacob all over it. It was Jacobs blood. Jacob? I whimpered, crumbling like the rocks and sinking down. The biggest rock had the most blood on it and claw marks and tteth marks. I heard a quiet sobbing not far away and my heard perked up and I started sniffing again.

"Jacob?" I phased back to human as I rounded the boulder and I ran to him when I saw him sort of cowering in a small alcove in the cliff wall right beside us. I took him in my arms and started kissing all over him. He was alive, that's all I cared about. "Oh, my God! Jacob!"

"I'm sorry..." My heart just about stopped when I heard my Princes voice so broken and hoarse.

"I don't care! I don't care, Jacob, just please come back, please? I love you, Jacob, I can't loose you." I didn't care that we were both naked. I didn't care that he was covered in his own blood. I didn't care about anything but Jacob as I practically hugged the life out of him. Jacob looked at me and I gasped when I saw his red, puffy eyes and tear stains on his beautiful face. I quickly wiped his tears away and kissed along the tear tracks, my heart breaking with everyone.

"I did it, Miles!" His voice was raspy and hoars from what I could only guess to be hours of crying. "I killed him..." I didn't have to ask who he killed; Donztig, it was obvious.

So, this is the end of this story. I have decided to split it up into part 1, part 2, part 3 and like that until I'm finished and each cut off stage will be chapter 50, so this is the end.

I will keep writing and will start posting part 2 on April 1st, that is when any all polls and competitions will close. So, this is your last chance to vote on the two upcoming characters; Liam Hemsworth, Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Kevin Clark. Willa Holland, Leighton Meester, Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez. PLEASE REMEMBER THAT I WILL ONLY ACCEPT VOTES THAT INCLUDE THE CHARACTERS SPEACIES. Also, I will be closing the 'guess the twist character' on April first as well, so you only have until then to figure out who it is for 50 points towards naming Macob's first born. And anyone who favourites this story before April 1st will get five points.

Thank-you to everyone who reviewed and favourited and story allerted, it really means a lot to me and I hope you will continue to read part 2.

Yours sincerely;
Miley Cyrus Wonder World
A.K.A; Sarah Josling