Chapter 3 Escape from Switzerland
Title: Escape from Switzerland
Author: Jill
Rating: M (eventually NC-17)
Warning: Do not read if you haven't read New Moon or if you like Jacob AT ALL. This is a look at Jacob as a bad guy. A very bad guy. So if you like him I suggest you don't read.
Summary: Basically takes the beginning of New Moon and runs with it.
A/N: This is my serious fic that I'm posting. Please comment, tell me what you think and enjoy! PS I'm making Charlie and little more tolerable in this story. Simply because I like the Charlie who likes Edward.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes and all the great reviews of my story! It makes me feel happy!
Also, I know Edward would never leave anything behind but let's pretend he did for this chapter's sake.
Link to Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/lion_lamb/721658.html#cutid1
Link to Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/lion_lamb/704265.html#cutid1
My truck barreled down the lane towards the Black residence. The large aviator sunglasses that I wore kept slipping down my nose as my truck creaked, groaned, and bounced down the gravely uneven drive. I wore the glasses every chance I got; they were Edward's and I felt triumphant that these were the one thing of his that he had left behind.
"As if I never existed...Ha! I showed you." I said to absolutely nothing. I'd found them, stashed in my glovebox. I had cried for an hour straight after first discovering them but now they reminded me of warmer times. Of rare summer days that, when it was actually sunny in Forks, the Cullens would spend the afternoons outside. In the comfort of their own, expansive yard they were free to enjoy the warm sunlight. I especially remembered the way Alice's skin glittered like a million tiny facets throwing rays of light onto the nearby trees. The rays would twist and bend as her slight frame danced about to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I was the only dull stone amongst a sea of glittering diamonds. Edward would wear his aviators (either to shield his eyes from his glinting siblings' skin or because he felt he looked cool in them) while we played frisbee and hide n' go seek. I failed miserably at both games when I was just playing with other humans, watching me play with a pack of five vampires must have been downright painful to watch. Carlisle and Esme would sit on the lawn and read old books that they must have read thousands of times over. They would occasionally scold the boys for playing too roughly with each other,
"Don't make me send Alice to break you boys up!" Esme would call as the boys wrestled on the ground to get the runaway frisbee. They would also scold Edward, Alice, and Jasper for improper use of extra abilities,
"Edward, it's not fair if you read Emmett's mind every time he goes to hide! And Jasper stop trying to make Bella feel as if she should second guess where you're hiding every time she's it! Play fair. And remember, you have to hide where the sun can't reach you or the game isn't really fun at all is it?" He'd then return to his wife and they would sit and watch and we would play for hours and hours without any real sense of time. Finally the sun would sink beneath the horizon and the summer excitement would move inside where the simple game of 'Uno' would fill the Cullen house with booming laughter and 'Scrabble' was impossible to win if you hadn't been alive for over seventy years...
I was brought out of the vault of my memories when I realized I had arrived at Jacob's. I sniffed back the tears that threatened to spill over and removed Edward's sunglasses, the filter through which I saw the past, and shoved them back into their hiding place. I slammed my heavy truck door just as Jacob was walking the short path to where I stood,
"Bella!" his booming voice was much lower than I had remembered and it painfully reminded me of Emmett. He was tossing an apple up and down as he walked toward me. He rolled it up his arm and tried to bounce it back in his hand but he missed and it fell to the ground with a resounding thunk. I looked down at the apple, "Oops, clumsy." He said, I tore my eyes away from the apple and stared up at the tremendously oak-like Jacob,
"Jake, you grew!" I exclaimed. He reached me and chuckled bringing me into a tight hug. It was always hotter and sweatier hugging Jacob, so much different than hugging Edward. Hugging Jacob always felt like hugging a wet, hot, towel; Edward was more like hugging a cool, smooth stone from the river.
"You have too!" He said with a strange smile. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I pushed it away as meaningless. I took a good look at Jacob; his hair had been cropped short and his eyes seemed darker and more intense since the last time I had seen him. He grinned at me, "You look nice Bella Swan." He said clapping me on the back. I fell forward slightly at the force of his hand on my shoulder.
"How are you feeling? I heard you were sick." I said readjusting myself. His eyes flashed suddenly,
"Where'd you hear that?" He said, almost hissed. It startled me slightly. Jacob's attitude wasn't known for doing a complete 180 like that.
"Uh...Charlie left it in a note before he went fishing this morning. But you seem fine now...you are fine aren't you?" I asked him. I was still shocked by his sudden shift in mood when I had asked him how he felt. A slight breeze rustled the leaves on the trees as we stood in awkward silence for a moment. His mouth pulled into, what I could only assume, was meant to be a smirk. It seemed more like a sneer to me,
"Never better." He said. He laughed a bit and, as if repeating it to ensure himself ,he whispered, "Never better." I nodded, it was the only response I could think of and instinctively folded my arms against my chest. Jacob let out a laugh, which startled me even further,
"Let's go Bells, we're meeting Sam at the cliffs along the beach." He strode by me and began walking in the direction of the beach. I stood for a moment, watching the muscular figure that was Jacob walk away from me. I thought back onto the first time we had talked together, on the beach, when he had told me the stories of the 'cold ones'. How I had immediately thought of the Cullens, and how I had been correct. "Just stories" he had told me...but I wondered, now as I watched his form disappear, if anything anymore could simply be passed off as 'just stories'. "Come on slow poke!" He shouted. I snapped out of my trance and hurried up to join him.
"I didn't think you liked hanging out with Sam." I said breathlessly as I jogged to keep up. Jacob glanced down at me as he strolled closer to the cliff side,
"I had a change of heart. Sam and I had a long talk while I was...sick." He wrinkled his nose as he said the word. "We see eye to eye on a lot more than I had previously thought. He's a good guy, I think you'll like him." He said. I glanced away from Jacob's eyes and ahead at the tall figure standing on the cliffs.
"Swan." Sam said acknowledging me as we strode up stand next to him. I cocked my head slightly to one side. I had always regarded Sam with a bit of caution. The "La Push Gang" always frightened me just a bit, it was the idea of their unknown ways that sent shivers up and down my backbone.
"Sam." I said nodding at him. I wind was fiercer up on top of the cliffs and the air felt as if it had dropped a good ten degrees. My hair whipped around my face blinding me momentarily until I could pull it free from in front of my eyes. I really hoped that they didn't think I was going to be throwing myself off any cliffs. I stared down into the dark water below. It was slightly choppy, but for the most part appeared as if it would only hurt half as hard as hitting concrete. The water swirled and undulated like a hypnotic washing machine, catching me in it's meditative web. It made my mind race; the black water reminded me of my nightmares, of the wolves and their snapping jaws and accusing eyes.
"Ready?" Sam asked. His voice was just as husky as Jacob's and it startled me as I pulled my gaze away from the eerie water. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jacob peeling off his shirt.
"You know that's going to hurt like hell if you land wrong in the water." I said shaking my head at my friend. He tossed his shirt to the side and approached me placing both of his massive hands on either side of my small shoulders,
"Oh Bella. I never land wrong." He said shaking his head as if I should know better. "Now come on." He said. He scooped me up bridal style into his arms,
"Wait what?! No I don't think so, Jake put me down!" I struggled in his iron grasp and Sam chuckled darkly. He sat me down on the edge of where they were going to jump. I made no move to turn and run, simply because I was, literally, scared stiff. The water seemed much more threatening even though we were only a few steps closer to the edge. It didn't seem to bother Sam or Jacob but I was terrified and wanted nothing more than to turn and sprint back to Charlie's.
"Ready Bella?" Jake asked poising himself a little further back from the edge as if to get a running start. I laughed and shook my head,
"I don't think so! You guys go right ahead and hurl yourself off the side of a cliff. I'll watch from up here. Safe. At least I think I'm safe." I took one more horrifying glance at the water down below. Sam chuckled darkly beside Jacob,
"I told you she would wimp out Black." He sneered leering at me differently than I'd ever seen him look before. He was shadowed perhaps, and I began to grow scared. Jacob sighed and turned toward me, abandoning his "at the ready" stance.
"Come on Bella it'll be fun." He said, but he didn't sound like he was having fun. He sounded serious, and I didn't like it. There went his attitude again, the complete 180 that I wasn't used to. And didn't like. I stood my ground,
"I said no Jake. I don't want to jump, my clothes will weigh me down and, to be honest I'm a little scared." I said folding my arms once again against my chest. Jacob let out a booming laugh, but it was dark and not filled with any humor whatsoever.
"What are you afraid of?" He asked, his voice was low, dark, accusing and his eyes bore into me.
"The height for one and...and I'm not sure I like your attitude." I said. I was becoming nervous. I instinctively wished for Edward and I think it showed on my face because what Sam said next floored me,
"She's worried her little bloodsuckers won't save her." Sam chuckled from somewhere behind me. He had been beside me a moment ago. My mouth opened a little as I stared at Jacob. My eyes were wide with shock,
"What did he just say?" I asked, staring only at Jacob. His eyes flashed to Sam and back to mine.
"Nothing, hurry up Bella. Get over your dumb fears." He said, he was being downright mean now and I wanted to leave so badly but the words that had come out of Sam's mouth had me staying,
"No tell me what he said!" I nearly shouted though my voice was beginning to become lost in the wind. Jacob rolled his eyes, "Tell me what he said Jacob! Tell me the words he just used!" I repeated attempting to make my voice sound stronger.
"I said come on you little leech lover!" Jacob shouted and grabbed my arm roughly. I hit his hand instinctively with my fist and I believe it hurt me more than it hurt him. Sam hopped down in front of me.
"I said, you were worried about your little bloodsuckers coming to save you." Sam said in a taunting voice. I blinked feverishly back and forth between the two of them. I shook my head and began backing away,
"I don't know what you're talking about. Jake? Jacob answer me! You told me those were just stories! You didn't believe them..." I trailed off as Sam bore down on top of me. He let out a tremendous laugh,
"Just stories! Oh no Miss Swan. Around here, the fairytale monster are as real as the breaths you have to take to stay alive." Sam's breath was hot on my face, so unlike Edward's. I looked around him at Jacob. He stood, breathing hard, his hands curled into fists. Curled as he had curled his hand around my arm.
"Jacob?" I asked once more. Jacob looked up at me, his eyes hard, unfamiliar,
"I believe now." He whispered, harshly. I scrambled up to a standing position. I turned on my heels and I ran. I ran as fast as I could,
"Bella come back!" Jacob bellowed, "Bella! It doesn't have to be this way!" His voice followed me as I sped as fast as I could, "They are never coming back Bella!" was the last thing I heard as I ran, with wobbling legs, back to my truck. I was scared and I was shaking. All I wanted was one day, one day with a friend. I wanted Edward, I needed his arms around me, I needed something. I was terrified.
I miraculously made it home and, thankfully, before Charlie. I darted inside, making sure I locked the door, and threw myself onto my bed. Maybe it was just Sam's influence, maybe Jacob didn't believe. I needed him not to believe, I needed him to stay Jacob. To stay my friend. If I couldn't have my vampires back I didn't want my friend to be taken from me too. But he had frightened me too much, things were changing, and I felt as if a bad storm were on it's way to Forks.
Author: Jill
Rating: M (eventually NC-17)
Warning: Do not read if you haven't read New Moon or if you like Jacob AT ALL. This is a look at Jacob as a bad guy. A very bad guy. So if you like him I suggest you don't read.
Summary: Basically takes the beginning of New Moon and runs with it.
A/N: This is my serious fic that I'm posting. Please comment, tell me what you think and enjoy! PS I'm making Charlie and little more tolerable in this story. Simply because I like the Charlie who likes Edward.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes and all the great reviews of my story! It makes me feel happy!
Also, I know Edward would never leave anything behind but let's pretend he did for this chapter's sake.
Link to Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/lion_lamb/721658.html#cutid1
Link to Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/lion_lamb/704265.html#cutid1
My truck barreled down the lane towards the Black residence. The large aviator sunglasses that I wore kept slipping down my nose as my truck creaked, groaned, and bounced down the gravely uneven drive. I wore the glasses every chance I got; they were Edward's and I felt triumphant that these were the one thing of his that he had left behind.
"As if I never existed...Ha! I showed you." I said to absolutely nothing. I'd found them, stashed in my glovebox. I had cried for an hour straight after first discovering them but now they reminded me of warmer times. Of rare summer days that, when it was actually sunny in Forks, the Cullens would spend the afternoons outside. In the comfort of their own, expansive yard they were free to enjoy the warm sunlight. I especially remembered the way Alice's skin glittered like a million tiny facets throwing rays of light onto the nearby trees. The rays would twist and bend as her slight frame danced about to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I was the only dull stone amongst a sea of glittering diamonds. Edward would wear his aviators (either to shield his eyes from his glinting siblings' skin or because he felt he looked cool in them) while we played frisbee and hide n' go seek. I failed miserably at both games when I was just playing with other humans, watching me play with a pack of five vampires must have been downright painful to watch. Carlisle and Esme would sit on the lawn and read old books that they must have read thousands of times over. They would occasionally scold the boys for playing too roughly with each other,
"Don't make me send Alice to break you boys up!" Esme would call as the boys wrestled on the ground to get the runaway frisbee. They would also scold Edward, Alice, and Jasper for improper use of extra abilities,
"Edward, it's not fair if you read Emmett's mind every time he goes to hide! And Jasper stop trying to make Bella feel as if she should second guess where you're hiding every time she's it! Play fair. And remember, you have to hide where the sun can't reach you or the game isn't really fun at all is it?" He'd then return to his wife and they would sit and watch and we would play for hours and hours without any real sense of time. Finally the sun would sink beneath the horizon and the summer excitement would move inside where the simple game of 'Uno' would fill the Cullen house with booming laughter and 'Scrabble' was impossible to win if you hadn't been alive for over seventy years...
I was brought out of the vault of my memories when I realized I had arrived at Jacob's. I sniffed back the tears that threatened to spill over and removed Edward's sunglasses, the filter through which I saw the past, and shoved them back into their hiding place. I slammed my heavy truck door just as Jacob was walking the short path to where I stood,
"Bella!" his booming voice was much lower than I had remembered and it painfully reminded me of Emmett. He was tossing an apple up and down as he walked toward me. He rolled it up his arm and tried to bounce it back in his hand but he missed and it fell to the ground with a resounding thunk. I looked down at the apple, "Oops, clumsy." He said, I tore my eyes away from the apple and stared up at the tremendously oak-like Jacob,
"Jake, you grew!" I exclaimed. He reached me and chuckled bringing me into a tight hug. It was always hotter and sweatier hugging Jacob, so much different than hugging Edward. Hugging Jacob always felt like hugging a wet, hot, towel; Edward was more like hugging a cool, smooth stone from the river.
"You have too!" He said with a strange smile. I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I pushed it away as meaningless. I took a good look at Jacob; his hair had been cropped short and his eyes seemed darker and more intense since the last time I had seen him. He grinned at me, "You look nice Bella Swan." He said clapping me on the back. I fell forward slightly at the force of his hand on my shoulder.
"How are you feeling? I heard you were sick." I said readjusting myself. His eyes flashed suddenly,
"Where'd you hear that?" He said, almost hissed. It startled me slightly. Jacob's attitude wasn't known for doing a complete 180 like that.
"Uh...Charlie left it in a note before he went fishing this morning. But you seem fine now...you are fine aren't you?" I asked him. I was still shocked by his sudden shift in mood when I had asked him how he felt. A slight breeze rustled the leaves on the trees as we stood in awkward silence for a moment. His mouth pulled into, what I could only assume, was meant to be a smirk. It seemed more like a sneer to me,
"Never better." He said. He laughed a bit and, as if repeating it to ensure himself ,he whispered, "Never better." I nodded, it was the only response I could think of and instinctively folded my arms against my chest. Jacob let out a laugh, which startled me even further,
"Let's go Bells, we're meeting Sam at the cliffs along the beach." He strode by me and began walking in the direction of the beach. I stood for a moment, watching the muscular figure that was Jacob walk away from me. I thought back onto the first time we had talked together, on the beach, when he had told me the stories of the 'cold ones'. How I had immediately thought of the Cullens, and how I had been correct. "Just stories" he had told me...but I wondered, now as I watched his form disappear, if anything anymore could simply be passed off as 'just stories'. "Come on slow poke!" He shouted. I snapped out of my trance and hurried up to join him.
"I didn't think you liked hanging out with Sam." I said breathlessly as I jogged to keep up. Jacob glanced down at me as he strolled closer to the cliff side,
"I had a change of heart. Sam and I had a long talk while I was...sick." He wrinkled his nose as he said the word. "We see eye to eye on a lot more than I had previously thought. He's a good guy, I think you'll like him." He said. I glanced away from Jacob's eyes and ahead at the tall figure standing on the cliffs.
"Swan." Sam said acknowledging me as we strode up stand next to him. I cocked my head slightly to one side. I had always regarded Sam with a bit of caution. The "La Push Gang" always frightened me just a bit, it was the idea of their unknown ways that sent shivers up and down my backbone.
"Sam." I said nodding at him. I wind was fiercer up on top of the cliffs and the air felt as if it had dropped a good ten degrees. My hair whipped around my face blinding me momentarily until I could pull it free from in front of my eyes. I really hoped that they didn't think I was going to be throwing myself off any cliffs. I stared down into the dark water below. It was slightly choppy, but for the most part appeared as if it would only hurt half as hard as hitting concrete. The water swirled and undulated like a hypnotic washing machine, catching me in it's meditative web. It made my mind race; the black water reminded me of my nightmares, of the wolves and their snapping jaws and accusing eyes.
"Ready?" Sam asked. His voice was just as husky as Jacob's and it startled me as I pulled my gaze away from the eerie water. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jacob peeling off his shirt.
"You know that's going to hurt like hell if you land wrong in the water." I said shaking my head at my friend. He tossed his shirt to the side and approached me placing both of his massive hands on either side of my small shoulders,
"Oh Bella. I never land wrong." He said shaking his head as if I should know better. "Now come on." He said. He scooped me up bridal style into his arms,
"Wait what?! No I don't think so, Jake put me down!" I struggled in his iron grasp and Sam chuckled darkly. He sat me down on the edge of where they were going to jump. I made no move to turn and run, simply because I was, literally, scared stiff. The water seemed much more threatening even though we were only a few steps closer to the edge. It didn't seem to bother Sam or Jacob but I was terrified and wanted nothing more than to turn and sprint back to Charlie's.
"Ready Bella?" Jake asked poising himself a little further back from the edge as if to get a running start. I laughed and shook my head,
"I don't think so! You guys go right ahead and hurl yourself off the side of a cliff. I'll watch from up here. Safe. At least I think I'm safe." I took one more horrifying glance at the water down below. Sam chuckled darkly beside Jacob,
"I told you she would wimp out Black." He sneered leering at me differently than I'd ever seen him look before. He was shadowed perhaps, and I began to grow scared. Jacob sighed and turned toward me, abandoning his "at the ready" stance.
"Come on Bella it'll be fun." He said, but he didn't sound like he was having fun. He sounded serious, and I didn't like it. There went his attitude again, the complete 180 that I wasn't used to. And didn't like. I stood my ground,
"I said no Jake. I don't want to jump, my clothes will weigh me down and, to be honest I'm a little scared." I said folding my arms once again against my chest. Jacob let out a booming laugh, but it was dark and not filled with any humor whatsoever.
"What are you afraid of?" He asked, his voice was low, dark, accusing and his eyes bore into me.
"The height for one and...and I'm not sure I like your attitude." I said. I was becoming nervous. I instinctively wished for Edward and I think it showed on my face because what Sam said next floored me,
"She's worried her little bloodsuckers won't save her." Sam chuckled from somewhere behind me. He had been beside me a moment ago. My mouth opened a little as I stared at Jacob. My eyes were wide with shock,
"What did he just say?" I asked, staring only at Jacob. His eyes flashed to Sam and back to mine.
"Nothing, hurry up Bella. Get over your dumb fears." He said, he was being downright mean now and I wanted to leave so badly but the words that had come out of Sam's mouth had me staying,
"No tell me what he said!" I nearly shouted though my voice was beginning to become lost in the wind. Jacob rolled his eyes, "Tell me what he said Jacob! Tell me the words he just used!" I repeated attempting to make my voice sound stronger.
"I said come on you little leech lover!" Jacob shouted and grabbed my arm roughly. I hit his hand instinctively with my fist and I believe it hurt me more than it hurt him. Sam hopped down in front of me.
"I said, you were worried about your little bloodsuckers coming to save you." Sam said in a taunting voice. I blinked feverishly back and forth between the two of them. I shook my head and began backing away,
"I don't know what you're talking about. Jake? Jacob answer me! You told me those were just stories! You didn't believe them..." I trailed off as Sam bore down on top of me. He let out a tremendous laugh,
"Just stories! Oh no Miss Swan. Around here, the fairytale monster are as real as the breaths you have to take to stay alive." Sam's breath was hot on my face, so unlike Edward's. I looked around him at Jacob. He stood, breathing hard, his hands curled into fists. Curled as he had curled his hand around my arm.
"Jacob?" I asked once more. Jacob looked up at me, his eyes hard, unfamiliar,
"I believe now." He whispered, harshly. I scrambled up to a standing position. I turned on my heels and I ran. I ran as fast as I could,
"Bella come back!" Jacob bellowed, "Bella! It doesn't have to be this way!" His voice followed me as I sped as fast as I could, "They are never coming back Bella!" was the last thing I heard as I ran, with wobbling legs, back to my truck. I was scared and I was shaking. All I wanted was one day, one day with a friend. I wanted Edward, I needed his arms around me, I needed something. I was terrified.
I miraculously made it home and, thankfully, before Charlie. I darted inside, making sure I locked the door, and threw myself onto my bed. Maybe it was just Sam's influence, maybe Jacob didn't believe. I needed him not to believe, I needed him to stay Jacob. To stay my friend. If I couldn't have my vampires back I didn't want my friend to be taken from me too. But he had frightened me too much, things were changing, and I felt as if a bad storm were on it's way to Forks.