Begins in New Moon and follows the story loosely. Jacob finds a girl drowning after she jumped off a cliff and saves her. However, she doesn't remember who she is or how she got there. Now she must figure out who she is and why creatures of the nigh...
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Jacob has to half carry me inside. My scream earned the attention of the entire household but only Esme, Bella, and Edward are inside waiting for us. I feel like there has been a new ability unlocked with me because now I can sense them. I can sense all of them. Jacob feels like a heat wave radiating off his presence but it's comforting and non-threatening. As for Edward, Esme, and Carlisle, I feel a sense of cold that washes over every limb. Though, I don't feel threatened, it's downright shocking against the heat of Jacob. Bella's presence is best described as gray. She's there in color, but the aura and feeling around her is numbing. I wonder if other humans feel the same way.
"Is everything alright?" Esme asks, her voice full of concern.
"Bad memory," Carlisle says with a frown.
I wipe at the tears with the back of my right hand and clutch onto Jacob with my left. He brings me over to the white couch in the living room and helps sit me down. Jacob is trembling. No, shaking. I can hear the lowest vibration of a growl coming from his throat and when I look up at him, I see that he's eyeing everyone in the room. He's holding me close, both arms wrapped around me like tight, muscular constrictors.
"Jacob, calm down," I hear Edward say. Edward comes around from the back of the couch and stands a few feet behind Carlisle who comes to kneel a couple of feet in front of us.
"Don't tell me what to do, leech," Jacob snaps.
"It was a bad memory, Jacob, no one in this house is going to harm her," Carlisle promises with a soft tone.
The tears slowly subside listening to them chatter and my heart feels warmth from Jacob's great need to protect me. To reassure him, I rest my head against his chest and listen to the pounding of his fast beating heart.
"I...I think I am good," I stutter, proving I am not as good as I think I am.
The sight of my father's head being cut off stays with me every time I blink, sending cold shivers down my spine.
"I got you," Jacob lowers his head to whisper into my ear. "Nothing's going to hurt you."
"It was a bad memory, you say?" Esme asks.
I nod.
"You said it was a vampire that killed your father, what did he look like?" Carlisle asks.
"A vampire?" I hear Bella whisper as she approaches Edward's side. I glance at her, catching her movement and notice her eyes gleam a certain disdain as she watches us.
"He had long blonde hair, pale skin, and red eyes. He also wore all black including a black cloak," I close my eyes, reliving the memory so vividly but bite back the tears this time, hoping not to alert Jacob any further.
The room grows quiet except for Jacob's heavy breathing. I notice a look cross between the three vampires in the room and frown, knowing something isn't right.
"It sounds like Caius but he has white hair, not blonde," Carlisle says, a finger on his chin as he contemplates this.
"Caius?" I ask, blinking away the last few tears, I try to remember the blonde vampire. His hair was very light in the darkening space. Maybe it was white? "Who is he?"
I catch them glancing at each other again but this time even Bella joins in on the looking between everyone.
"She asked a question," Jacob says as carefully as he can. He's still shaking and I can tell he's holding back on the anger that is flowing through him.
"Caius is part of the Volturi which is a group that is almost royalty in our world," Edward says with a sigh. "He's dangerous for a vampire with no abilities."
"They spoke in latin, if that helps identify him," I mutter. I gently pat Jacob's arm with my left hand and he slowly and reluctantly releases me enough for me to sit up.
"Latin? And you were able to understand it?" Carlisle asks.
"Yeah. It was quite easy to understand, as if it were my first language."
"Anything else? Any way to identify your father?" Carlisle continues.
"I think you were right about him being Greek or roman. The armor he wore reminded me of that time period. He wore mostly bronze armor with a laurel wreath as his sigil on his chest."
"Laurel wreath, laurel wreath...." Carlisle repeats. He stands and leaves the room at such a speed my eyes couldn't keep up with him.
Bella looks up at Edward, her face says something I can't read, but Edward is able to read it without a problem and nods.
"We will have to figure something out about her learning about us being vampires and the Volturi. I don't know how they'd respond if someone else knew about all of this without being turned into a vampire."
Jacob's arms drop down to my waist and tighten. "What do you mean?"
"The Volturi keep strict on the rules that apply to our vampire world. They don't want any humans finding out about us unless they are planned to be killed or turned," Edward nods his head to me. "Since she's not human, I am not sure how they'd respond."
"Excuse me?" Jacob releases me and stands. He's about to take a step towards Edward and I can feel the conflict coming fuming off of him before he does. I snatch his left wrist and tug him back, he hardly budges. "You're saying they are most likely going to try and kill her?"
Edward lifts his hands in a defensive manner. "I am not threatening her, Jacob. It's just a thought."
"Calm down, Jacob," Bella says but Jacob doesn't listen to her. His fists clench at his sides and I can feel the tremors rolling along his left arm.
I stand, side step the table nearby and walk in front of him. My hands rest on his chest, feeling the heat coming off of him like an AC during winter. I look over his face, even how angry as he is, he is handsome. Jaws set tight and eyes narrowed, his mouth is slightly open and he's breathing between his teeth.
"Furiae, step back," Edward warns. He must be seeing something I can't, within Jacob's mind.
I am not afraid though. For some reason - this is thrilling to me. My heart swells with joy that I can't quite explain. My hand slither up Jacob's chest to his neck and then along the side of his face, pulling him down for him to look into my eyes.
"Breathe," I whisper in the softest tone I can offer. "I need you to breathe."
His narrowing eyes soften slightly as he watches me take deep breaths along with him. I feel his hands touch the sides of my legs as they run up to my hips and clench there.
"I have you to protect me, remember?" I smile at him. "Besides, from the memories I have been having, it seems like I am not totally defenseless."
Jacob closes his eyes and after a second or two of breathing, he rests his head against my right hand.
"We'll still need to talk about this, but we can't if Jacob is going to explode every time we do," Edward grumbles.
"Hey, shut up, he's doing good," I mumble, glancing over my shoulder at Edward.
"This is starting to make sense," Carlisle says, coming into the room with a book in hand. He's on a page I can't see but he's reading over it so fast that his eyes skim across the page in a second.
"What does?" I ask.
Jacob opens one eye to look at Carlisle, his trembling coming to a halt as he relaxes against my hand.
Carlisle looks at me with slightly wide eyes. "Your father is Apollo."
