Author's Notes: I should be ashamed. It took me forever to write this and it happens to be the shortest chapter. School robbed me of brain juice. I will make it up to you, readers. I promise. But for now, enjoy the concluding chapter of Nightmares.

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Chapter Four: My Dear

Edward

listen, even if the whole world is corrupted by sin
I'll never let go of the hand I hold in mine
that's all you need to have faith in

Amazing how something as dead as me remains so warm.

"Edward..." it was faint. I knew the voice, it was so familar. I felt myself coming to, out of my cantatonic state. I was surprised to see Alice holding my frame, her eyes concerned, but held no agony. "Can you hear me?"
The world felt so bright and painful. I wanted to retreat back in and be forgotten, but I spoke anyway, "Alice?"
"Nice of you to join us, Ed." Emmett's nonchalant response suddenly brought me to life with anger. Fury.
"Don't." Alice held me in place, feeling my muscle twitch in irritation, "That's not important now." Her fingers, so light and petite, traced my cheek in a soothing manner, "There is something you need to see." We stood on the bottom floor, my body by the only instrument willing to translate any pain. It shone in new morning light, the rays bouncing off of my skin splaying a rainbow of colors. I wonder what he would have said to that. The walls around me felt as if they were collapsing onto themselves. Alice held my hand in hers, guiding me upstairs. I didn't fight it...yet. It was when I saw the frame of the door with what held his body inside, I lost whatever control I had. My legs buckled under me, unable to support the weight pressing on my shoulders. She caught me.
"Edward, you need to see him. It just may change your life." She said, smiling despite the tragedy. She was glowing in content. I didn't understand. I pulled myself together, inhaling deeply before peeking into the room. A young man sat on the hospital bed in Carlisle's study, his legs over the side of the mattress, touching the floor. His head lowered, eyes closed as if thinking. A muscled moved in his arm, indicating his aliveness. I felt my body thrive with life hearing that healthy hammering drum. He looked up and I understood what Alice was saying.
My life changed.
Her voice, faint once again spoke, "He came to as you went out."

Jacob

It was very much like a light show. Colors splashing into each other, creating spawns of new ones. The fire faded leaving me unmoving with a Acid trip of a performance. I was expecting a streaming track from Pink Floyd. Of course, nothing came.
The colors gave way to what very much looked like a collection of textures. Fur and stone mostly. Marble. It was pretty, Hard, shiny and nice to look at.
I was suddenly coming back, hearing voices. I felt coolness leave my skin. So many voices. My trip was over.
I opened my eyes to a new world. Everything looked, felt and sounded the same, yet something was dramtically different.
"Hey there." Alice spoke. She knew I was going to wake up. I could tell by the lack of shock on her face. It was an expectant look.
My parched mouth open to speak surprisingly clearly, "You saw this, didn't you?" I didn't need to think that one over. I knew alot of things were different now. I sensed it more like.
"Yup." She nodded.
"Edward...?" She knew what I was going to say. I wanted to know where he was, what he was doing, how he was doing? That trip on the other side may have looked like the end from this side.
Her lips pulled down at that one word. She suddenly looked as I'm sure she may have looked the whole time I was in La-La Land.
"He's...trying to cope."
"And failing?" I knew Edward a little too well. Coping wasn't something he did. More like wallowing in misery.
"Miserably." She spoke this with a sad smile.
"Could you do me a favor...?" Her voice tinkled like a little bell before I could finish my question.
"I'm already one step ahead of you." She was out of the door before her sentance settled in my ears.
I took the chance to lean up. If Edward was to see me, he needed my body to be up. Laying down would remind him of sex or death. Both not good for his sanity. I didn't know what he thought, why he left. I'm sure seeing me must have been unbearable. I could understand that at least, because I was willing to risk my life so I wouldn't see it. I kicked my legs off the thin bed, stretching my muscles in the process. I heard a satisfied pop, smiling at the sensation of my joints cracking back into place. Pulling out my neck, I attempted to do the same with my spine, rolling my head and rotating my shoulders as I twisted my torso. Ah, it felt good to move without that damn pain coursing through my body. Automatically my hand shot up to the nape of my neck where a wound, cool and scarred remained. I placed a finger on it as my thumb fell to my shoulder. The difference in temperature was crazy. This small part of my body was now as cold as his. I have a piece of him with me. I smirked and bowed my head, watching my toes curl and uncurl. I heard Alice then, guiding him in the room. I lifted my head, my eyes meeting hers first, then his. Something clicked. That was what made this different. No more rotations of who was leaving who for whom's sake. No ounce of insecurities and unsureness. What I felt was as solid as marble and no longer a platform of puppy love. The feelings were more advanced than family or unconditional love. It suddenly occured that he was indeed a part of me.
What would the boys think of this? Ol' Jacob imprinting on a Cullen.

"I think it is more than imprinting." Carlisle spoke a few hours later. Everyone, including Jazzy Jeff and Blondie sat in the dinning room, occupying every seat. Edward, of course, had not let me out of his sight. He sat next to me, hand holding mine. Can't say I blamed him. This side of the relationship was particularly more powerfully addicting than a few days ago. Rosalie, the blonde snake, glared momentarily before looking at the Doc.
"Edward, if what that vampire says is right about the path changing, then imprinting was probably part of this 'transcending'." He held up a finger as if something came to him, "If this other person transcended by turning, then perhaps..." He looked to me and Edward. I suddenly felt the cold hand around mines tighten around my fingers in almost a deathly grip.
"Hey, watch the digits." I grumbled feeling his hold slacken. The Doc had clearly came to some conclusion that bothered him.
"What's the diagnosis Doc?" I asked. It was important that we all knew even if it was something we may not want to face.
The Doc winced, but spoke anyway, "The exchange of venom probably wouldn't have been enough for Jacob to endure these changes. Something must have happened first." He looked away from Edward, "Another means of exchanging."
It was silent for a moment.
"Oh my!" Esme finally blurted out, a hand gingerly held up to her lips. I still didn't get it. A second passed and both Alice and Emmett snorted out, surprisingly in laughter. A smirk was on Jazzy's face and the Blonde twit's lip twitched, but her face wrinkled up instead to show some hint of disgust.
Then it hit me.
My most favorite liquid in the world. I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks. So honey was also a means to my path of imprinting.
"Dude!" Emmett exclaimed, before doubling over in laughter. Esme giggled and Alice's voice rang like a thousand little bells being jingled together. My blush came at full force.
"Did you...?" Emmett nudged me.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I totally sucked him off." I was glad Emmett did not need his lungs. I turned my head, hoping Edward wasn't too upset only to have my jaw drop. He was chuckling to himself.
"Hey, asshole!" I growled, "Way to let me down. You're not supposed to be laughing with them."
"I'm not." I didn't believe him, "I just didn't think you'd admit it."
I scoffed and that only made him and the rest laugh larder. Everyone besides Alice.
"Jacob, you'll have some visitors." She said, wrinkling her nose. The Pack.
"Hmm," Edward sighed next to me, his eyes on Alice "I told them to come if we made no contact in 24 hours." I felt a wave of relief. Don't want another showdown after things were just getting better.
"Jacob?" Alice said sheepishly.
Uh oh. "What?"
"They may come in phased. They would be expecting something to happen. So..."
"I have to phase and meet them." Great, "Now the whole world can laugh."
The whole world didn't. But Emmett and Alice did. Hard.
Edward didn't help. "Hmmm..." was all I got, but I did notice his lip twitch.
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I would say it felt like a strong wire connecting me and him. Not a leash. I know we were both afftected by the strained tug between us. It was our first time being away from each other in more than 5 minutes. It felt close to tortorous yet I somehow had to get used to this. I'd need to let him breath, or have privacy to shower or piss. I felt my wolf mouth grin. Maybe not.
One thing I did miss. Paws on ground and speed. My enchanced senses and the invulnerability of being something so massive and part of a whole. With all time spent with Edward, I'd have to say I did miss the pack. Even if they were going to get an unwilling stream of wolf/vamp porn. Ugh! The thought was nerve-wracking. Their initial concern was my safety, but when all of that is out of the way, who was going to punch me first? Or in this case, rip me apart.
I did my best to keep what thoughts I should be thinking about at the forefront. They'd find out what happened rather quickly, but I at least needed time to get what needed to be said out.
Vamp with skills.
Big agenda.
Possible threat.
I repeated the words in my head, focusing on what Edward described as a woman with dark features and if it wasn't for her peculiar behavior, Edward wouldn't have been so on guard. Not to mention the weird presence he felt. He explained it was like suffering a slight paranoia. His other senses told him no one was there, yet he felt it. No offense to my nose, but if I felt something bad, but didn't smell it, I'd still would have acted on my intuition.
I didn't notice I had eavedroppers.
What the hell would that mean? Embry was the first to speak. They were within a mile of where I was. I decided to slow to a walk and wait.
It means that there is some mojo going on that we're unaware of. I answered.
Great. Paul said in his usual grumbled tone.
Oh, by the way. Welcome back. Quil didn't sound too happy either, but it was only because he had quite the act to keep up for the last few days. Speaking nothing to the pack and doing his best to not phase so they wouldn't know that Alice did indeed visit. He was adhering to my last words. A loyal friend indeed.
Yeah, yeah. I could tell he was rolling his eyes. It must have looked funny on that furry wolf head. Shut up, Jacob.
Nice to know no one is mad at me. I replied sarcastically. The pounding of paws on earth grew louder and out of the darkness of trees and night the first to be seen was Sam. He didn't look too happy.
I think you already know that what you've done was foolish. You put your life on the line and not only that, but refuse to let us know if you were okay. His voice was oddly relaxed in my own head, but he was extremely pissed. Obviously.
Look, alot of things have happened. Check it out. I offered, knowing what they'd find, but it really wasn't worth the hassle of worrying about. They'd find out one way or another.
No offense, but I'm not sure if I want to. Embry said, his lips pulling up into his best attempt at a cheesey grin.
For real. Of course Paul needed to say something. They looked anyway. They had no choice, curiosity got the best of them. For Sam he was more concerned with the mysterious vampire.
As they searched the last few days I wasn't surprised to hear a collective chorous of growls and snaps at first, then the thrilling silence afterwards.
That's...intense. Embry spoke first, whining as he settled down on the earth. The whole thing exhausted him.
And you allowed this? Sam was of course referring to me being bitten.
Yes. I told him to.
Jacob, you're a fucking idiot. Paul sighed. Yeah, I figured I'd get that.
Last time I checked, imprinting wasn't a choice.
But getting bit is. He was annoying me.
It was something that had to happen.
Yeah, I'm sure. Only an idiot would think that.
Paul- Sam warned.
It's fine, Sam. Paul's a little slow, but I'm sure he'll get it soon. Just because he's retarded doesn't mean he can't learn.
Oh man. Embry said darkly, whining at the sudden shifting movements of Paul beside him.

Edward

"Stop pacing, you're making my head spin." Emmett waved his hand at me, annoyed. He just didn't enjoy the sight of me being so anxious.
"He's fine," Alice spoke simply, entering the room. She seemed so sure. I checked and a low growl rose in my chest. I could see Jacob just as clearly as she could now. He looked healthy, save a few scratches and bruises along his torso and face.
"That's not fine, Alice." I snarled, annoyed that she could see his battered body and think such a thing. She shrugged and cocked her head.
"He's a boy," She spoke nonchalantly, "and even more than that, he's a boy who hangs out with other boys. And these boys have inhuman strength and skills. It shouldn't be surprising that they get a bit out of hand." She smiled innocently. It didn't cool my temper any, only fueled it.
"I'm going to kill Paul." I threatened, but my body was held in place by strong hands.
"Cool it, tiger." Emmett did his best to soothe. His mission for the night was to keep a good eye on me while Jacob was gone. I suppose this was a lesson I needed to learn, letting Jacob be the adult and handle things his way. It was something I didn't want to do. Nevertheless, my body relaxed in Emmett's strong hold. The worse was over anyway.

Agh, this'll heal. Maybe I should hide it, so Edward...who the fuck am I kidding. I bet he knows already....I bet he is listening now.

I smirked despite my anger. Both Alice and Emmett raised an eyebrow before picking up his scent.
"Ah, there you go." Emmett reassured in a very patronizing way, "Your Jakey is home."
"Do me a favor and don't harass him about what happened. He'll tell you when he's ready." Alice spoke. I grumbled an okay in reply. Who would've thought the least mature person in a room with Alice and Emmett would be me.
"Yeah. Call it a night and exchange fluids." Emmett winked. Alice snickered.

If you're listening now, meet me around the back of the house...Naked. I'm kidding. Just meet me there....

I turned away from the windows, walking to the back of the house.
"Hey, aren't you going to meet up with him?" Emmett called behind me. Alice tittered in reply, unfortunately capable of seeing what Jacob had planned.
"He's calling it a night."

But seriously, if you're naked, that'd be cool too.

It was nice to see after being bitten and temporarily dying, he was handling everything so well.

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The familar drum of his heart was enough to put me to sleep. I could no longer think something like that would be impossible after so many impossible things did happen. There he was alive and happy staring at me with sure eyes. I could hear it in every corner of his brain that it was me he wanted with him for as long as he lived. The mental walls of his mind had my name scribbled everywhere and the physical language of his body was already alerting me of it's sexual needs. I now understood why he wanted me to meet him out behind the house naked, because he was. The bruises on his body were already in the last stages of healing. All that was really left were a few smudges of blood on his brown skin where paws had obviously clawed.
"Don't worry," Jacob spoke cooly, "I kind of encouraged it." He shrugged.
"How did Sam take it?"
"He's...going to need some time," Jacob spoke these words slowly, thinking over what occured.
Things will be different from here on out. Sam's words echoed in his head.
"What did he mean by that?"
He froze, trying his best to look unphased by the words, but something about his thoughts were tense and threatening.
"It means that the Cullens can be friends," He looked away, staring off into the dark, "Or I can become the enemy."
"What?!" I had an infinite of ideas to the outcome of their meeting. The worst I expected was from Paul who would physically attack, but Sam...I thought he had his head on straight. I was sure he would see things clearly.
"Don't get all huffy, Edward." He said though I could see his body weigh down at the thought. Dying did nothing to him, but losing his foundation weakened him entirely. I wouldn't allow this.
"Where does he have the right?" I barked out madly, "Kicking you out of your own home, away from your family and friends."
"Don't jump to conclusions," He replied smally, "He didn't make the decision yet."
"But there is no decision to make!" my voice rung out angerily causing him to wince. He didn't want to talk about it. Not now at least.

Can we just forget it for tonight? I felt a twinge, a burn-like feeling in my gut. Whatever ties that strengthened between us created a bond of pain and joy. If he was happy, I was elated and if he was hurt as was I. What he felt now, the thoughts swimming through his mind were those of his father, his bike, his room. Flashes of him tackling friends on soft sand, listening to old stories around a fire. He missed home. I wasn't going to let him be robbed of it. Whatever Sam was thinking, was immature. Especially considering James and his new teammate. I knew there was something else his Alpha was considering. Something that would make him selfishly consider his own as an enemy.
I sighed, despite the storm in my mind, "Alright, love." He smiled that beautiful bright smile before positioning himself in front of a tree. He sat down, comfortably stretching out his legs and sighing.
"Have a seat." He smiled, pointing to his bare lap. Still playful as ever. I obliged, moving over to him, "Take off your pants first."
"Jake," I warned lightly.
"Pretty please?" He pouted, knowing that would work. I was very much aware of what he wanted. And there was no reason he should be denied.

Jacob

To not freak out was pretty much a plus for character. Edward has control over his emotions, but being protective is something that is nearly impossible for him to stop doing. So far, so good. Not to say that we wouldn't discuss later. I really needed time and a bit of sexual healing if you follow. I had gone about an hour without his scent and the overwhelmingly sweet aroma fired up my nostrils once again. My natural instincts of disgust had completely vanished after he bit me. Alot of things vanished. For one, I actually trusted his family entirely and was no longer threatened by their nature. Another was my security at home. That comfort of La Push wasn't there, because I knew that even though Sam was in mid-brainstorm, things had changed. And how could I call it a home when I was treated constantly as the enemy? By this point in mid-thought, Edward was completely nude. I only asked for the pants to drop off, but considering the worry he could obviously hear in my head, I suppose he was giving me a treat. He smiled sweetly at that thought.
"You're such a gentlemen." I winked, noticing the movement of his cock as he walked towards me.
"Now you'll make me feel self-conscious." He laughed, although I'm sure he knew he was pretty much a hot ass. He didn't take to sitting on my lap, but right beside me.
"Where's your clothes?" He asked. I hadn't thought about my clothes in the last hour. I did my best to think back. I knew I had shamelessly tossed them somewhere as I was running. The idea of them now being used as a tent for a squirrel had me feeling a bit bothered.
"Why would that make you sad?" His voice whispered. I forgot he was listening.
"Alice bought them for me." I would hate to hurt the girl's feelings. She was just a bubble of joy I didn't want to see pop.
To my surprise, Edward sighed contently.
I was curious. Now what was he thinking? "What?"
"You're just too perfect," He's one to talk, "I don't deserve you." Deserve what? This? I scoffed thinking about me as being perfect. I tend to be an overdramatice troublemaker, nothing perfect in that.
"Sure, sure." I replied, not exactly certain how to respond to that. Maybe troublemakers turn him on.
"You're not a troublemaker. Far from it." He assured, playing with a strand of messy hair that fell across my face. I needed a haircut.
"Tell that nice fact of yours to Paul." I was pleased to get a growl in reply. My cock responded instantly.
"Come here, hot ass." I ordered. He frowned slightly, still thinking of Paul, I'm sure, but leaned into me brushing his lips against mine. An electric shock shot through my body, creating a series of tingles at the tips of my limps. I tried my best not to give into that. I wanted control tonight and I was ready to prove domination. I forced entry into his mouth with my wet muscle, suggesting what I had planned for the evening. He didn't fight it this time, but suckled my tongue rather hungerily before moaning freely into my mouth. My body went rigid as the electric shock intensified. Edward Cullen, don't you go pulling tricks. He pulled away slowly, pecking my lips gently.
"What makes you think I'd do that?" He asked innocently. It was my turn to growl.
"Sit on me, damnit." I demanded, getting a raised eyebrow in response. He didn't move right away. Instead, being the tease he is, he took his time pecking my lips repeatedly before moving along to my jaw and then my neck. another shock shot through me, this time causing an immediate response to my arousal. It suddenly occured to me that he was trying to get me hard in the slowest possible way ever. Damn cock tease! He pulled away just enough for me to see that confidant smirk. I was correct.
"Aren't you going to kiss something else?" I challenged. Hearing me moan and whine got him off quite quickly, so I knew if he sucked me, it would turn him on to the point where he'd beg for me to give him a ride.
But of course he already knew that.
"Mmm, like here?" He asked, innocently, kissing my collarbone. I growled. He was going to make this hard. Literally. He continued the antics, touching my ever warming skin with his cool lips, taking his time down my body. He was evil enough to kiss down to my chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, before giving the other the same treatment, being held in place by his teeth and slapped around by his tongue like it was under harsh interrogation. It was a new technique, but it was making me harder by the second. I knew he would use it again.
Next was my naval. He was agonizingly slow, kissing down my torso. I prayed he wouldn't stop there, but he did. It sucked that he was inside my head. His kissed around the mini cavern of flesh, threatening to go lower, but of course, he stopped.
"Hey! No, no, no!" I protested, but he was already pulling himself up in sitting position.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" He asked, a smirk still evident on his face. He was going to get it so bad, "I'll take that as a yes." He leaned in, taking in my entire being with just one, juicy ass kiss. I exhaled deeply against his lips, feeling my heart increase in beats per minute. I was becoming light-headed. He took my right hand, intwining our fingers before guiding them over his chest, hard marbled stomach and surprisingly, his erection.
"Damn, Edward!" I stammered into the kiss, surprised that he was this hard already. His hands closed around mines, guiding it into gripping his arousal. I panted loudly, getting the picture. He wanted us both to jerk him off. Naughty vampire.
"Help me get a bit wet, okay?"
I let out a shakey exhale. This was killing me. "Sure, no problem."

Edward

I lost count after five, but I was proud to admit that Jacob's endurance had risen considerably. I tightened around him for the last time that night. I remember Jacob referencing this to popping the cork to a champagne bottle. The results were accurate and quite messy.
"Ed-!" He stammered, nipping my neck, which was openly exposed. The position I was in, made it easy to see the lovely reaction his body had to an orgasm. I straddled his lap with my legs, sitting on what was already losing size. His body was wet and shining with perspiration. His hair, longer than I ever realized, was plastered to his wet face as he gave me a genuine, bright smile. I kissed those fluffy, warm lips of his, feeling my high come and go within seconds. I knew his chest was a mess. My eager body twitched around him, something so human.
"Mmm," He licked his lips, thinking of how good I tasted, "You want more already?"
"What can I say, love," I replied, not ready to move just yet, "I have a big appetite."
"Heh, I bet." He shifted under me, looking at the small distance between our bodies, "Ah, we're sticky." He lifted a hand and tested what was shining on his dark skin. With those fingers, he brought them to his mouth, tasting me.
"Honey." He spoke softly. I felt a tug in my gut, something similar to a tingle. Too familar to question. I was getting hard again.
Taking deep breaths, Jacob leaned his head back against the tree, doing his best not to move. I sighed, feeling selfish for overexerting him. I opened my mouth the speak, but a warm hand cupped my cheek unexpectedly.
"Don't start, Edward." He said smally, "I'm fine." My legs hugged his hips eagerly, almost relieved that I didn't have to hold myself back around him. He could endure more than a normal person.
His mind was already elsewhere as he continued to eye me intently. I winced at a stream of his thoughts.
"Hey," I assured him, "Everything will be fine."
"And how can you be so sure, Cheerios?" He asked, keeping his tone light, but the dark pain in his eyes gave it away. He missed his brothers.
'Because they'll grow to understand."
"If by growing to understand is killing me..." I felt my body go rigid at the words. The thought of him dead was more than undergoing physical torture. I couldn't endure it. He noticed, stopping instantly.
"Jacob, I won't let that ha-" I froze again, taking in a familar scent, very much like Jacob's. I should have known he was close. I should have heard him. I stared at Jacob. Sex with him was too consuming to even notice the hum of voices around us. And due to this, he was coming closer.
"Shit," Jacob bit his lip, "Why is he here?" He looked more irritated than anything else.
"They're crossing lines after stating you might be an enemy?"
He frowned, "I don't know," He bit his lip, "You hear anything?"
"He's...thinking about..."
"What?" Jacob watched my eyes in an attempt to read what I was getting.
Engulfed in his warmth, my body went cold, "Jacob..."
"What...?"

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Author's Notes: 2 down and 2 to go. Next on this series list is Illusions. It will focus more on the relationship between the pack and Cullens and of course, the mysterious bad guys.

But for now, I'm on a brief intermission. Going to write a nasty Jedmmett fic. Two hot vamps and a wolf. It will under the title "Juicy" Should be up by the middle of next week, I hope. Writing during Spring Break. Hopefully I won't be too busy.

And btw....wonder what Edward's seeing, eh? Stay tuned.