- Jacob, Black
How did they expect me to react? To be all happy and jolly when this guy could be in competition when it came to Renesmee? To hell with that. So here we all are; crowded in the living room, the vamp hybrid surrounded by the Cullen’s, his braided hair falling in a long rope past his shoulders.
I gotta admit, this guy is kinda good looking for a leech, and I can understand why Nessie blushed when she saw him, but really? Edward snorted, “Your being far too modest about yourself.”
“A guy can’t gloat about himself in private,” I joked. “What are you getting off him?”
He sighed profoundly. “Not much, all I can hear is him reciting a pray to the Pillan and Wangulen.”
“Who the heck are they?” He smirked at my confusion. Edward obviously was enjoying the fact that I don’t pay attention when it comes to history, or just in general.
My eyes were glued to Renesmee, soft diamonds embedded in her skin where the sun streaked through the blinds and shattered off her skin. “They are the ancestral spirits in Manpuche mythology, he’s praying to Antu and Kueyen, the sun and moon.”
“You really need to find a decent hobby, reading all the time does nothing.” I put a hand on his shoulder, mockingly. When he shrugged it off I watched Nessie pull Nahuel into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around her. I ground my teeth together; watching wasn’t as easy as I had thought. I hauled myself into the kitchen and picked up one of Esme’s blueberry muffins, picking at it distractedly.
The veins in my arm were like thick spider webs under my skin, pulsing with anger? Or was it jealousy? This Nahuel guy actually had a chance of taking everything away from me; it would be like stripping my skin away and leaving just the bone and my beating heart.
I bit into the muffin hungrily, trying to distract myself from Nessie’s squeals of happiness and joy coming from the other room. “What’s wrong, Jacob?” Bella asked anxiously when she came in. She had been to see Charlie; he’d been spending a lot of time with Sue lately, trying to cheer her up, properly. She’d been to hell and back when Leah disappeared.
“That leech is bugging me? Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Nahuel?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, jumping up onto the counter next to me. I could smell the sweet scent of vampire rolling from her, and I wrinkled my nose. “He’s just here to visit; he’ll be gone before you know it.”
I shifted myself away from Bella and her face crumpled up. I looked at her comfortingly and she smiled back. She understood I was having a major drama queen moment; I just needed to stamp my foot stubbornly to complete the image. “I know I’m being paranoid,” I balled up my fists tightly by my sides, “but there’s something coming. There’s that look on his face.”
“Jake,” she jumped down and touched my arm reassuringly. “Renesmee is fine, and Nahuel will be gone as fast as he got here. Go and see her, she’s worried you’ve ran off.”
“How’d you kn-”
Before I could finish she was off, gone to check the cottage. Nessie came running in, her crown of brown curls bouncing around her face. “Are you coming, Jacob?” She pulled me into the living room; Edward had disappeared – I knew he’d went after Bella. After all they could use some privacy right about now, I thought smugly.
Everyone had scattered: Esme was in the garden tending to her new flower boxes. Jasper and Alice were still packing for Paris. Carlisle was in his study, and Emmett and Rosalie were properly either shopping for mirrors or breaking some more furniture. Nahuel was standing by the corner; his Latin features expressing sheer delight in seeing his friend again, but behind his fathomless eyes there lay something hidden, a buried elation that would surface only when something happened. Something no-one would expect. “Jacob, are you listening,” Renesmee questioned, her fingers flowing over the keys gracefully.
“Sure, honey. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The vamp gave me a sour look, I half hid my smug smile. If this were a competition, I wasn’t giving up until one of us fell.
The short melody Nessie played morphed into a softer, gentler tone soon after. Her fingers glided across the keys elegantly, her back straight and face focused on the instrument. Leaning against the wall, I let the song soak through me, carry me away like a leaf in a slow, supple, current. The tune changed quickly, and this time it sounded foreign and exotic. Nahuel grinned immensely and my heart twisted.
“This is the song you taught me, remember?” she giggled. “I learnt it, like you asked. Does it sound any good?” Her cheeks blushed as he walked up to her, and whispered in her ear secretively. I wasn’t that good with the corny romantic crap; but this leech was just working it. I had to step up my game.
I twined my fingers together, and made a fake coughing sound. She tossed her head of curls my way, “Oh!” she gasped. “How could I forget about your song, Jacob? I wrote it for you. I said I would play it.”
“I bet it will be great,” I replied affectionately. Nahuel hissed and stepped away from Renesmee and I felt like punching this blood-sucker. Images of it shot through my head, and I grinned at how life-like it looked.
On the other hand, Nessie started to play my song … or ‘Jacob’s Melody,’ as she called it. Unlike the alien foreign song the Latin vamp had loved, mine was gentle and melodious and it rung in my eyes. Even when I blinked, I could see and hear her playing imprinted on my eyelids. When it finished on the ending note, I let her know what I thought. “I loved it, thank you!”
Nessie jumped from the piano chair and hugged me and I pulled my arms around her. Her beautiful eyes were glassy with what looked like tears of joy. Can vampire hybrid’s cry? My pulse shuddered from surprise. “I’m so glad you liked it, I wanted it to be our song?”
“To show you how much you mean to me,” she continued. Nahuel’s eyes were murderous; I swear I felt thousands of ice tipped needles strike me when he glared.
She pulled away before Edward and Bella came in the room, there were muttered ‘hello’s’ and Nessie and my competition disappeared upstairs, hand in hand. Bella groaned, “I told you,” she retorted.
“Care to explain?” I asked lazily, sitting on the couch and pulling my feet up. I felt exhausted. Jealously was a hard game to play, but I think I had the upper hand. At least, I hoped I did. For a vamp, that guy sure did know how to play the game.
Edward’s face turned bitter as he caught my thoughts. I laughed. “Bella was just saying that she thinks Nahuel has a romantic interest in our daughter, and I disagree. I would know if he has. It also seems that you and he aren’t getting along so well,” he added, his tone somewhat icy, cold.
“I still think he does. Why would he travel all the way here just to see her, when we normally travel over there?”
Edward and Bella continued to argue for hours on end; it seems to me like vamps have nothing better to do in their spare time besides hitting it off and making debates outta things, not including the occasional attack of a newborn army or nomad clan, of course.
I ended up watching CNN for the remainder of my time; I had to patrol with the others soon so I would have to go. When my watch beeped I hauled myself up, said my goodbyes to Bella and Edward and headed upstairs to find Nessie. On the top floor, there was Edward’s old room were Renesmee liked to go to read and have some privacy. She would be there with Nahuel surely.
Several things happened when I reached the room: First, Nessie screamed, secondly, the blood-sucker Nahuel was trying to kiss her, and lastly, I phased and leaped for the leech, pulling him from the small couch and into the floor where I snarled and lunged for the kill.
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