A twilight Fanfiction: 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter 16

"I'm sorry," Jacob started, his thumb gently stroking my temple as his heartbeat subsided enough for the lenient rhythm to lull me to sleep if I allowed it. "Sam told the pack everything, he said you're meant to be killed on sight..., even if it meant stopping the fight between the newborns just to kill you," he explained. "So I tracked you down... you know how werewolves get when they're angry. I felt betrayed and frustrated... confused," he whispered the last word. "The whole pack did."

His voice was delicate yet raspy in that sweet and tired tone. Every word was coated in emotion and I could just tell by everything he said, that he meant it.

"I thought that if I killed you, everything would be okay," he continued. "That it would end all the betrayal and anger, you know?"

"Yeah," I whispered back after a few long seconds

"But when you told me to do it... to kill you, I just remembered how only a few days ago, I was so desperate to keep you alive, and here I was... about to mess that all up for me," he said before rubbing his forehead with his other hand. "I just knew that once my anger went away, I'd realize what I'd done and-"

"Ironic," I joked quietly, though neither of us laughed.

"What are you?" He asked suddenly. I could feel his earnest eyes peering down at me, but I continued to stare out the window. I didn't know how I wanted to answer his question, I was afraid of triggering his anger again so I decided to choose my words carefully. Not for my safety, but for his sanity. Werewolves are easily tempered... I should know.

"One of my parents was a werewolf, the other a vampire. I never knew them, but I knew they loved each other... at least that's what I've been told. It's what I want to believe," I explained. Our skin both seemed to glisten as we basked under the moonlight. "I aged for a bit but then... then I just stopped, and haven't ever since."

"I've seen you in the sun, and you looked normal," he said, his brows furrowing.

"Well I can turn it on and off, just like we can turn the whole werewolf thing on and off," I said.

"C-can you show me?" He asked. Now I had to look up at him. I wanted to see if he was joking but there wasn't even a crumb of humour resting on his face.

"You want to see my vampire form?" I asked, unsure. "You won't like what you see..." I added, worried he might hate me for how I look as a vampire. Caring so much about how he viewed me was more exhausting than I thought, but the revelation that I had fallen in love with him made it all a little clearer. My stomach churned at the thought. With love always came hurt, and I wasn't ready to be hurt again... not after Edward.

"Please?" He asked again. I couldn't refuse him, not when he looked at me with eyes so candied and curious. I sighed before standing up in front of the bed. He sat up with his legs hanging off the edge and watched me with such attentiveness I almost felt shy.

I opened my mouth to speak but quickly closed it again. I wanted to ask once more if he was sure about this, but I decided against irritating him. I took a leap of faith in trusting that no matter what he saw, he would look beyond what I am on the outside and see me. The me that he wanted to keep alive more than anything, despite his betrayal. I swallowed a hard lump in my throat and closed my eyes before feeling my body turn.

It was a different feeling than becoming a werewolf. My body didn't make any enormous transformation. I could simply feel the blood draining from my body and my skin turning ice cold. I could feel the hunger rise in my stomach, that wild yearning for blood. The intense scent of wet-dog wafted in my nose and I couldn't help but scrunch it in disgust. When I opened my eyes again they were red, like pools of blood. They were so bright in the dark night, almost like a beacon enhanced by the moon.