Full Moon [Continuation of the Twilight Saga]

Chapter One: Options

Picture to the right is who I would have to play Edward.

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Chapter One : Options : Jacob's POV

      I walked along the path that ran into the woods from the Cullens' house.  My feet dragged along, barely taking me anywhere.  Without Nessie by my side, I felt weak and depraved.  I let a sigh slip through my cracked lips.  It was one of her weekly check-ups with Carlisle that kept her from being by my side today; lighting up the entire path that seemed dull and dead at the moment.

      My heartstrings pulled at the mere thought of her, trying to pull me back towards the house where I knew she would be.  

      She'd kicked me out.  For some reason she didn't like me being present when she had her check-ups.  Of course, I'd smiled and said I would leave as if it didn't bother me, but I'd been lying.  I was always lying to her, never able to tell her the truth - that I was madly in love with her, and had been since she was born.

      It was Bella's fault.  She didn't want me telling her daughter that I had imprinted on her.  It seemed as if the whole family agreed.  What surprised me the most though was that Edward was on my side of the line.  We both thought that she should know the truth.

      Bella had ranted at me for hours saying that Nessie didn't need to know yet, not until she could fully understand.  It always angered me when Bella treated Nessie like she was an actual one year old, not like the growing girl that was almost sixteen years old that she actually was.  My mind flashed the memory through my head.

      "Jacob! Are you even listening to me!?" Bella asked, annoyance crossing over her face.  I sighed.  She knew me so well.  Of course, my mind had drifted to the sleeping Renesmee in the room two floors above me.  I stood up quickly, sucking in a deep breath of air to calm myself.



      "Bella. She needs to know the truth!  It's better for her to hear it now and grow up with it than for me to tell her when she's an adult!  She will have a life when she's an adult, don't you understand that! There will be guys she's interested in, maybe even dating, and telling her then would ruin it! It would ruin her entire life!  And I hope you don't expect me to sit back and watch her date her little boy friends! I will not accept it, Bella!  She is the reason I am tied to the Earth.  She is the main aspect of my life.  She completes me.  There is nothing I can do about that, so you better get used to it!" I couldn't help myself as the words spilled out of my mouth, turning angry when talking about Nessie's boy friends she will have.



      Bella looked me over, noticed how much I was trembling, then walked away, throwing a, "Calm down, Jacob.  You don't want to wake her, do you?" over her shoulder.



      After she left, I sat contemplating on the white sofa.  



      Should I tell her? Yes.  



      But it will take away her options.  She might think she does, but she doesn't.  No matter which way you went, it would still end with her having no options.  



      But if I wait until she's an adult, she will get to experience life, she will get to experience love, she will get to experience options.  Yes, she would.  But what would you do while she dated another man?  Sit back and watch? You just told Bella you wouldn't do that.



      She's my soul mate, we would wind up together either way.  Maybe. You never know.  Maybe she might not feel that way towards you.  She could break the connection.  You never know what's possible.  You didn't think her existence was possible. 



      After hours of sitting on the sofa, I finally decided to just go with the flow and not tell her.  Why should I stop her from experiencing life as a normal person would, one who didn't have their options taken away from them because they were already secretly taken.  I slapped the sofa before I stood up and walked out the door.



      I didn't regret my choice.  I wanted what was best for her, as I always have.  And right now, I think it's important that she be as normal as possible.

      After walking for almost an hour, I decide to head back to the house.  Carlise should be done by now, it's not like he has that much to do.  Just check her vitals and bones, make sure everything is growing properly and into the right places.

      It seemed as if the walk back took longer.  It was as if the house kept getting farther and farther away the more I walked towards it.

      At last, I made my way into the house to hear soft giggling coming from the living room.  My heart beat skyrocketed. That was Nessie's giggling. I always compared the lovely noise to the sound of wind chimes.  I shook the thought from my head.  I am letting her live her life.  Don't torture yourself. 

      I walked slowly into the living room, thinking that it was Rosalie that was making my girl - no! stop.  She is not your girl - making my girl giggle.  As I rounded the corner and walked into the living room, I let my eyes scan the room, looking for Nessie.   When I spotted her, I couldn't see her face.  The only thing I could see of her was her lovely flowing brown hair.

      But then I noticed why I couldn't see her face.  

      A boy.

      She had a boy on top of her.

      My pulse quickened and I felt the beginning of the heat that I'd come to know so well flash through me.  In an instant, there were tremors rocking my body.  My Nessie would not be taken advantaged of as long as I was around.

      I am going to be her first.

      And I am going to be her last.

      I walked towards the boy, who had his nasty hands running all over my girl's body, the intention of killing in my mind.  Would I rip his head off or would I make him suffer?  Should I use my teeth or my claws?  Teeth was the decision I made.

      Right as I was about to change, part of the sane part of my brain stopped me.

What happened to letting her live her life?



      I pushed the thought aside.  I would not let myself talk myself out of this one.

You want her to have option before you take them away.  Think Jacob!



      The heat started to leave my body as I struggled to put the voice away.  When the heat had completely left my body, I felt weak and hurt.  She wasn't waiting on me.  She didn't pick me.  Even if that meant I would most likely be considered a pedophile.  I sighed and ran out of the room.  

      I was going to give her options, if that was the only thing I could give her at the moment.