I WASN'T SURE WHAT THE HELL I WAS DOING HERE Was I trying to push myself back intothe zombie stupor1? Had I turned masochistic—developed a taste for torture? I should have gone straightdown to La Push I felt much, much healthier around Jacob This was not a healthy thing to do.
But I continued to drive slowly down the overgrown lane, twisting through the trees that arched over melike a green, living tunnel My hands were shaking, so I tightened2 my grip on the steering3 wheel.
I knew that part of the reason I did this was the nightmare, now that I was really awake, the nothingnessof the dream gnawed4 on my nerves, a dog worrying a bone.
There was something to search for. Unattainable and impossible, uncaring and distracted… but he wasout there, somewhere. I had to believe that.
The other part was the strange sense of repetition I'd felt at school today, the coincidence of the date.
The feeling that I was starting over—perhaps the way my first day would have gone if I'd really been themost unusual person in the cafeteria that afternoon.
The words ran through my head, tonelessly, like I was reading them rather than hearing them spoken:
It will be as if I'd never existed.
I was lying to myself by splitting my reason for coming here into just two parts. I didn't want to admit thestrongest motivation. Because it was mentally unsound.
The truth was that I wanted to hear his voice again, like I had in the strange delusion6 Friday night. Forthat brief moment, when his voice came from some other part of me than my conscious memory, whenhis voice was perfect and honey smooth rather than the pale echo my memories usually produced, I wasable to remember without pain. It hadn't lasted; the pain had caught up with me, as I was sure it wouldfor this fool's errand. But those precious moments when I could hear him again were an irresistible7 lure8. Ihad to find some way to repeat the experience… or maybe the better word was episode.
I was hoping that déjà vu was the key. So I was going to his home, a place I hadn't been since myill-fated birthday party, so many months ago.
The thick, almost jungle-like growth crawled slowly past my windows. The drive wound on and on. Istarted to go faster, getting edgy9. How long had I been driving? Shouldn't I have reached the house yet?
The lane was so overgrown that it did not look familiar.
What if I couldn't find it? I shivered. What if there was no tangible10 proof at all?
Then there was the break in the trees that I was looking for, only it was not so pronounced as before.
The flora11 here did not wait long to reclaim12 any land that was left unguarded. The tall ferns had infiltratedthe meadow around the house, crowding against the trunks of the cedars13, even the wide porch. It waslike the lawn had been flooded—waist-high—with green, feathery waves.
And the house was there, but it was not the same. Though nothing had changed on the outside, theemptiness screamed from the blank windows. It was creepy. For the first time since I'd seen the beautifulhouse, it looked like a fitting haunt for vampires14.
I hit the brakes, looking away. I was afraid to go farther.
But nothing happened. No voice in my head.
So I left the engine running and jumped out into the fern sea. Maybe, like Friday night, if I walkedforward…I approached the barren, vacant face slowly, my truck rumbling15 out a comforting roar behind me. Istopped when I got to the porch stairs, because there was nothing here. No lingering sense of theirpresence… of his presence. The house was solidly here, but it meant little. Its concrete reality would notcounteract the nothingness of the nightmares.
I didn't go any closer. I didn't want to look in the windows. I wasn't sure which would be harder to see.
If the rooms were bare, echoing empty from floor to ceiling, that would certainly hurt. Like mygrandmother's funeral, when my mother had insisted that I stay outside during the viewing. She had saidthat I didn't need to see Gran that way, to remember her that way, rather than alive.
But wouldn't it be worse if there were no change? If the couches sat just as I'd last seen them, thepaintings on the walls—worse still, the piano on its low platform? It would be second only to the housedisappearing all together, to see that there was no physical possession that tied them in anyway. Thateverything remained, untouched and forgotten, behind them.
Just like me.
I turned my back on the gaping16 emptiness and hurried to my truck. I nearly ran. I was anxious to begone, to get back to the human world. I felt hideously17 empty, and I wanted to see Jacob. Maybe I was developing a new kind of sickness, another addiction18, like the numbness19 before. I didn't care. I pushedmy truck as fast as it would go as I barreled toward my fix.
Jacob was waiting for me. My chest seemed to relax as soon as I saw him, making it easier to breathe.
"Hey, Bella," he called.
I smiled in relief. "Hey, Jacob," I waved at Billy, who was looking out the window.
"Let's get to work," Jacob said in a low but eager voice.
I was somehow able to laugh. "You seriously aren't sick of me yet?" I wondered. He must be starting toask himself how desperate I was for company.
Jacob led the way around the house to his garage.
"Nope. Not yet.""Please let me know when I start getting on your nerves. I don't want to be a pain.""Okay." He laughed, a throaty sound. "I wouldn't hold your breath for that, though."When I walked into the garage, I was shocked to see the red bike standing20 up, looking like a motorcyclerather than a pile of jagged metal.
"Jake, you're amazing," I breathed.
He laughed again. "I get obsessive21 when I have a project." He shrugged22. "If I had any brains I'd drag itout a little bit.""Why?"He looked down, pausing for so long that I wondered if he hadn't heard my question. Finally, he askedme, "Bella, if I told you that I couldn't fix these bikes, what would you say?"I didn't answer right away, either, and he glanced up to check my expression.
"I would say… that's too bad, but I'll bet we could figure out something else to do. If we got reallydesperate, we could even do homework."Jacob smiled, and his shoulders relaxed. He sat down next to the bike and picked up a wrench23. "So youthink you'll still come over when I'm done, then?""Is that what you meant?" I shook my head. "I guess I am taking advantage of your very underpricedmechanical skills. But as long as you let me come over, I'll be here.""Hoping to see Quil again?" he teased.
"You caught me."He chuckled24. "You really like spending time with me?" he asked, marveling.
"Very, very much. And I'll prove it. I have to work tomorrow, but Wednesday we'll do somethingnonmechanical.""Like what?" "I have no idea. We can go to my place so you won't be tempted25 to be obsessive. You could bring yourschoolwork—you have to be getting behind, because I know I am.""Homework might be a good idea." He made a face, and I wondered how much he was leaving undoneto be with me.
"Yes," I agreed. "We'll have to start being responsible occasionally, or Billy and Charlie aren't going to beso easygoing about this." I made a gesture indicating the two of us as a single entity26. He liked that—hebeamed.
"Homework once a week?" he proposed.
"Maybe we'd better go with twice," I suggested, thinking of the pile I'd just been assigned today.
He sighed a heavy sigh. Then he reached over his toolbox to a paper grocery sack. He pulled out twocans of soda27, cracking one open and handing it to me. He opened the second, and held it upceremoniously.
"Here's to responsibility," he toasted. "Twice a week.""And recklessness every day in between," I emphasized.
He grinned and touched his can to mine.
I got home later than I'd planned and found Charlie had ordered a pizza rather than wait for me. Hewouldn't let me apologize.
"I don't mind," he assured me. "You deserve a break from all the cooking, anyway."I knew he was just relieved that I was still acting28 like a normal person, and he was not about to rock theboat.
I checked my e-mail before I started on my homework, and there was a long one from Renee. Shegushed over every detail I'd provided her with, so I sent back another exhaustive description of my day.
Everything but the motorcycles. Even happy-go-lucky Renee was likely to be alarmed by that.
School Tuesday had its ups and downs. Angela and Mike seemed ready to welcome me back with openarms—to kindly29 overlook my few months of aberrant30 behavior. Jess was more resistant31. I wondered ifshe needed a formal written apology for the Port Angeles incident.
Mike was animated32 and chatty at work. It was like he'd stored up the semester's worth of talk, and itwas all spilling out now. I found that I was able to smile and laugh with him, though it wasn't as effortlessas it was with Jacob. It seemed harmless enough, until quitting time.
Mike put the closed sign in the window while I folded my vest and shoved it under the counter.
"This was fun tonight," Mike said happily.
"Yeah," I agreed, though I'd much rather have spent the afternoon in the garage.
"It's too bad that you had to leave the movie early last week."I was a little confused by his train of thought. I shrugged. "I'm just a wimp33, I guess." "What I mean is, you should go to a better movie, something you'd enjoy," he explained.
"Oh," I muttered, still confused.
"Like maybe this Friday. With me. We could go see something that isn't scary at all."I bit my lip.
I didn't want to screw things up with Mike, not when he was one of the only people ready to forgive mefor being crazy. But this, again, felt far too familiar. Like the last year had never happened. I wished I hadJess as an excuse this time.
"Like a date?" I asked. Honesty was probably the best policy at this point. Get it over with.
He processed the tone of my voice "If you want. But it doesn't have to be like that.""I don't date," I said slowly, realizing how true that was. That whole world seemed impossibly distant.
"Just as friends?" he suggested. His clear blue eyes were not as eager now. I hoped he really meant thatwe could be friends anyway.
"That would be fun. But I actually have plans already this Friday, so maybe next week?""What are you doing?" he asked, less casually34 than I think he wanted to sound.
"Homework. I have a… study session planned with a friend.""Oh. Okay. Maybe next week."He walked me to my car, less exuberant35 than before. It reminded me so clearly of my first months inForks. I'd come full circle, and now everything felt like an echo—an empty echo, devoid36 of the interest itused to have.
The next night, Charlie didn't seem the smallest bit surprised to find Jacob and me sprawled37 across theliving room floor with our books scattered38 around us, so I guessed that he and Billy were talking behindour backs.
"Hey, kids," he said, his eyes straying to the kitchen. The smell of the lasagna I'd spent the afternoonmaking—while Jacob watched and occasionally sampled—wafted down the hall; I was being good,trying to atone39 for all the pizza.
Jacob stayed for dinner, and took a plate home for Billy. He grudgingly40 added another year to mynegotiable age for being a good cook.
Friday was the garage, and Saturday, after my shift at Newton's, was homework again. Charlie feltsecure enough in my sanity41 to spend the day fishing with Harry42. When he got back, we were alldone—feeling very sensible and mature about it, too—and watching Monster Garage on the DiscoveryChannel.
"I probably ought to go." Jacob sighed. "It's later than I thought.""Okay, fine," I grumbled43. "I'll take you home."He laughed at my unwilling45 expression—it seemed to please him.
"Tomorrow, back to work," I said as soon as we were safe in the truck. "What time do you want me tocome up?"There was an unexplained excitement in his answering smile. "I'll call you first, okay?""Sure." I frowned to myself, wondering what was up. His smile widened.
I cleaned the house the next morning—waiting for Jacob to call and trying to shake off the Litestnightmare. The scenery had changed. Last night I'd wandered in a wide sea of ferns interspersed46 withhuge hemlock47 trees. There was nothing else there, and I was lost, wandering aimless and alone, searchingfor nothing. I wanted to kick myself for the stupid field trip last week. I shoved the dream out of myconscious mind, hoping it would stay locked up somewhere and not escape again.
Charlie was outside washing the cruiser, so when the phone rang, I dropped the toilet brush and randownstairs to answer it.
"Hello?" I asked breathlessly.
"Bella," Jacob said, a strange, formal tone to his voice.
"Hey, Jake.""I believe that… we have a date" he said, his tone thick with implications.
It took me a second before I got it. "They're done? I can't believe it!" What perfect timing48. I neededsomething to distract me from nightmares and nothingness.
"Yeah, they run and everything.""Jacob, you are absolutely, without a doubt, the most talented and wonderful person I know. You get tenyears for this one.""Cool! I'm middle-aged49 now."I laughed. "I'm on my way up!"I threw the cleaning supplies under the bathroom counter and grabbed my jacket.
"Headed to see Jake," Charlie said when I ran past him. It wasn't really a question.
"Yep," I replied as I jumped in my truck.
"I'll be at the station later," Charlie called after me.
"Okay," I yelled back, turning the key.
Charlie said something else, but I couldn't hear him clearly over the roar of the engine. It sounded sort oflike, "Where's the fire?"I parked my truck off to the side of the Blacks' house, close to the trees, to make it easier for us to sneakthe bikes out. When I got out, a splash of color caught my eye—two shiny motorcycles, one red, oneblack, were hidden under a spruce, invisible from the house. Jacob was prepared.
There was a piece of blue ribbon tied in a small bow around each of the handlebars. I was laughing atthat when Jacob ran out of the house.
"Ready?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes sparkling.
I glanced over his shoulder, and there was no sign of Billy.
"Yeah," I said, but I didn't feel quite as excited as before; I was trying to imagine myself actually on themotorcycle.
Jacob loaded the bikes into the bed of the truck with ease, laying them carefully on their sides so theydidn't show.
"Let's go," he said, his voice higher than usual with excitement. "I know the perfect spot—no one willcatch us there."We drove south out of town. The dirt road wove in and out of the forest—sometimes there was nothingbut trees, and then there would suddenly be a breathtaking glimpse of the Pacific Ocean, reaching to thehorizon, dark gray under the clouds. We were above the shore, on top of the cliffs that bordered thebeach here and the view seemed to stretch on forever.
I was driving slowly, so that I could safely stare out across the ocean now and then, as the road woundcloser to the sea cliffs. Jacob was talking about finishing the bikes, but his descriptions were gettingtechnical, so I wasn't paying close attention.
That was when I noticed four figures standing on a rocky ledge50, much too close to the precipice51. Icouldn't tell from the distance how old they were, but I assumed they were men. Despite the chill in theair today, they seemed to be wearing only shorts.
As I watched, the tallest person stepped closer to the brink52. I slowed automatically, my foot hesitatingover the brake pedal.
And then he threw himself off the edge.
"No!" I shouted, stomping53 down on the brake.
"What's wrong?" Jacob shouted back, alarmed.
"That guy—he just jumped off the cliff! Why didn't they stop him? We've got to call an ambulance!" Ithrew open my door and started to get out, which made no sense at all. The fastest way to a phone wasto drive back to Billy's. But I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. Maybe, subconsciously54, I hoped Iwould see something different without the glass of the windshield in the way.
Jacob laughed, and I spun55 to stare at him wildly. How could he be so calloused56, so cold-blooded?
"They're just cliff diving, Bella. Recreation. La Push doesn't have a mall, you know." He was teasing, butthere was a strange note of irritation57 in his voice.
"Cliff diving?" I repeated, dazed. I stared in disbelief as a second figure stepped to the edge, paused, andthen very gracefully58 leaped into space. He fell for what seemed like an eternity59 to me, finally cuttingsmoothly into the dark gray waves below.
"Wow. It's so high." I slid back into my seat, still staring wide-eyed at the two remaining divers60. "It mustbe a hundred feet.""Well, yeah, most of us jump from lower down, that rock that juts61 out from the cliff about halfway62." Hepointed out his window. The place he indicated did seem much more reasonable. "Those guys are insane.
Probably showing off how tough they are. I mean, really, it's freezing today. That water can't feel good."He made a disgruntled face, as if the stunt63 personally offended him. It surprised me a little. I would havethought Jacob was nearly impossible to upset.
"You jump off the cliff?" I hadn't missed the "us.""Sure, sure." He shrugged and grinned. "It's fun. A little scary, kind of a rush."I looked back at the cliffs, where the third figure was pacing the edge. I'd never witnessed anything soreckless in all my life. My eyes widened, and I smiled. "Jake, you have to take me cliff diving."He frowned back at me, his face disapproving64. "Bella, you just wanted to call an ambulance for Sam," hereminded me. I was surprised that he could tell who it was from this distance.
"I want to try," I insisted, start ing to get out of the car again.
Jacob grabbed my wrist. "Not today, all right? Can we at least wait for a warmer day?""Okay, fine," I agreed. With the door open, the glacial breeze was raising goose bumps on my arm. "ButI want to go soon.""Soon." He rolled his eyes. "Sometimes you're a little strange, Bella. Do you know that?"I sighed. "Yes.""And we're not jumping off the top."I watched, fascinated, as the third boy made a running start and flung himself farther into the empty airthan the other two. He twisted and cartwheeled through space as he fell, like he was skydiving. Helooked absolutely free—unthinking and utterly65 irresponsible.
"Fine," I agreed. "Not the first time, anyway."Now Jacob sighed.
"Are we going to try out the bikes or not?" he demanded.
"Okay, okay," I said, tearing my eyes away from the last person waiting on the cliff. I put my seat beltback on and closed the door. The engine was still running, roaring as it idled. We started down the roadagain.
"So who were those guys—the crazy ones?" I wondered.
He made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. "The La Push gang.""You have a gang?" I asked. I realized that I sounded impressed.
He laughed once at my reaction. "Not like that. I swear, they're like hall monitors gone bad. They don'tstart fights, they keep the peace." He snorted. "There was this guy from up somewhere by the Makahrez, big guy too, scary-looking. Well, word got around that he was selling meth to kids, and Sam Uleyand his disciples66 ran him off our land. They're all about our land, and tribe pride… it's gettingridiculous. The worst part is that the council takes them seriously. Embry said that the council actuallymeets with Sam." He shook his head, face full of resentment67. "Embry also heard from Leah Clearwaterthat they call themselves 'protectors' or something like that." Jacob's hands were clenched68 into fists, as if he'd like to hit something. I'd never seen this side of him.
I was surprised to hear Sam Uley's name. I didn't want it to bring back the images from my nightmare, soI made a quick observation to distract myself. "You don't like them very much.""Does it show?" he asked sarcastically69.
"Well… It doesn't sound like they're doing anything bad." I tried to soothe71 him, to make him cheerfulagain. "Just sort of annoyingly goody-two-shoes for a gang.""Yeah. Annoying is a good word. They're always showing off—like the cliff thing. They act like… like, Idon't know. Like tough guys. I was hanging out at the store with Embry and Quil once, last semester, andSam came by with his followers72, Jared and Paul. Quil said something, you know how he's got a bigmouth, and it pissed Paul off. His eyes got all dark, and he sort of smiled—no, he showed his teeth buthe didn't smile—and it was like he was so mad he was shaking or something. But Sam put his handagainst Paul's chest and shook his head. Paul looked at him for a minute and calmed down. Honestly, itwas like Sam was holding him back—like Paul was going to tear us up if Sam didn't stop him." Hegroaned. "Like a bad western. You know, Sam's a pretty big guy, he's twenty. But Paul's just sixteen,too, shorter than me and not as beefy as Quil. I think any one of us could take him.""Tough guys," I agreed. I could see it in my head as he described it, and it reminded me of something… atrio of tall, dark men standing very still and close together in my father's living room. The picture wassideways, because my head was lying against the couch while Dr. Gerandy and Charlie leaned overme… Had that been Sam's gang?
I spoke5 quickly again to divert myself from the bleak73 memories. "Isn't Sam a little too old for this kind ofthing?""Yeah. He was supposed to go to college, but he stayed. And no one gave him any crap about it, either.
The whole council pitched a fit when my sister turned down a partial scholarship and got married. But, ohno, Sam Uley can do no wrong."His face was set in unfamiliar74 lines of outrage—outrage and something else I didn't recognize at first.
"It all sounds really annoying and… strange. But I don't get why you're taking it so personally." I peekedover at his face, hoping I hadn't offended him. He was suddenly calm, staring out the side window.
"You just missed the turn," he said in an even voice.
I executed a very wide U-turn, nearly hitting a tree as my circle ran the truck halfway off the road.
"Thanks for the heads-up," I muttered as I started up the side road.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."It was quiet for a brief minute.
"You can stop anywhere along here," he said softly.
I pulled over and cut the engine. My ears rang in the silence that followed. We both got out, and Jacobheaded around to the back to get the bikes. I tried to read his expression. Something more was botheringhim. I'd hit a nerve.
He smiled halfheartedly as he pushed the red bike to my side. "Happy late birthday. Are you ready for this?""I think so." The bike suddenly looked intimidating75, frightening, as I realized I would soon be astride it.
"We'll take it slow," he promised. I gingerly leaned the motorcycle against the truck's fender while hewent to get his.
"Jake…"I hesitated as he came back around the truck.
"Yeah?""What's really bothering you? About the Sam thing, I mean? Is there something else?" I watched his face.
He grimaced76, but he didn't seem angry. He looked at the dirt and kicked his shoe against the front tire ofhis bike again and again, like he was keeping time.
He sighed. "It's just… the way they treat me. It creeps me out." The words started to rush out now. "Youknow, the council is supposed to be made up of equals, but if there was a leader, it would be my dad.
I've never been able to figure out why people treat him the way they do. Why his opinion counts themost. It's got something to do with his father and his father's father. My great-grandpa, Ephraim Black,was sort of the last chief we had, and they still listen to Billy, maybe because of that.
"But I'm just like everyone else. Nobody treats me special… until now."That caught me off guard. "Sam treats you special?""Yeah," he agreed, looking up at me with troubled eyes. "He looks at me like he's waiting forsomething… like I'm going to join his stupid gang someday. He pays more attention to me than any of theother guys. I hate it.""You don't have to join anything." My voice was angry. This was really upsetting Jacob, and thatinfuriated me. Who did these "protectors" think they were?
"Yeah." His foot kept up its rhythm against the tire.
"What?" I could tell there was more.
He frowned, his eyebrows77 pulling up in a way that looked sad and worried rather than angry. "It'sEmbry. He's been avoiding me lately."The thoughts didn't seem connected, but I wondered if I was to blame for the problems with his friend.
"You've been hanging out with me a lot," I reminded him, feeling selfish. I'd been monopolizing78 him.
"No, that's not it. It's not just me—it's Quil, too, and everyone. Embry missed a week of school, but hewas never home when we tried to see him. And when he came back, he looked… he looked freakedout. Terrified. Quil and I both tried to get him to tell us what was wrong, but he wouldn't talk to eitherone of us."I stared at Jacob, biting my lip anxiously—he was really frightened. But he didn't look at me. He watchedhis own foot kicking the rubber as if it belonged to someone else. The tempo79 increased.
"Then this week, out of nowhere, Embry's hanging out with Sam and the rest of them. He was out on thecliffs today." His voice was low and tense.
He finally looked at me. "Bella, they bugged80 him even more than they bother me. He didn't want anythingto do with them. And now Embry's following Sam around like he's joined a cult81.
"And that's the way it was with Paul. Just exactly the same. He wasn't friends with Sam at all. Then hestopped coming to school for a few weeks, and, when he came back, suddenly Sam owned him. I don'tknow what it means. I can't figure it out, and I feel like I have to, because Embry's my friend and…Sam's looking at me funny . . and…" He trailed off.
"Have you talked to Billy about this?" I asked. His horror was spreading to me. I had chills running on theback of my neck.
Now there was anger on his face. "Yes," he snorted. "That was helpful.""What did he say?"Jacob's expression was sarcastic70, and when he spoke, his voice mocked the deep tones of his father'svoice. "It's nothing you need to worry about now, Jacob. In a few years, if you don't… well, I'll explainlater." And then his voice was his own. "What am I supposed to get from that? Is he trying to say it'ssome stupid puberty, coming-of-age thing? This is something else. Something wrong."He was biting his lower lip and clenching82 his hands. He looked like he was about to cry.
I threw my arms around him instinctively83, wrapping them around his waist and pressing my face againsthis chest. He was so big, I felt like I was a child hugging a grown-up.
"Oh, Jake, it'll be okay!" I promised. "If it gets worse you can come live with me and Charlie. Don't bescared, we'll think of something!"He was frozen for a second, and then his long arms wrapped hesitantly around me. "Thanks, Bella." Hisvoice was huskier than usual.
We stood like that for a moment, and it didn't upset me; in fact, I felt comforted by the contact. Thisdidn't feel anything like the last time someone had embraced me this way. This was friendship. And Jacobwas very warm.
It was strange for me, being this close—emotionally rather than physically84, though the physical wasstrange for me, too—to another human being. It wasn't my usual style. I didn't normally relate to peopleso easily, on such a basic level.
Not human beings.
"If this is how you're going to react, I'll freak out more often." Jacob's voice was light, normal again, andhis laughter rumbled44 against my ear. His fingers touched my hair, soft and tentative.
Well, it was friendship for me.
I pulled away quickly, laughing with him, but determined85 to put things back in perspective at once.
"It's hard to believe I'm two years older than you," I said, emphasizing the word older. "You make mefeel like a dwarf86." Standing this close to him, I really had to crane my neck to see his face.
"You're forgetting I'm in my forties, of course.""Oh, that's right."He patted my head. "You're like a little doll," he teased. "A porcelain87 doll."I rolled my eyes, taking another step away. "Let's not start with the albino cracks." "Seriously, Bella, are you sure you're not?" He stretched his russet arm out next to mine. The differencewasn't flattering. "I've never seen anyone paler than you… well, except for—" He broke off, and Ilooked away, trying to not understand what he had been about to say.
"So are we going to ride or what?""Let's do it," I agreed, more enthusiastic than I would have been half a minute ago. His unfinishedsentence reminded me of why I was here.
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