A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“Yeah. He’s fucking with me.”
“What do you mean?”
He sighed and went back to the bed. He beckoned for her to sit next to him. She did and looked up
at him expectantly. “This particular Bloodsucker, Ness . . . He knows me.” He met her eyes. “We,
um . . . we’ve met before.”
Her brow furrowed. “When? How?” This just kept getting weirder, she thought. She tried to imagine
any scenario in which Jacob would meet and not kill a Bloodsucker. She couldn’t think of any.
He leaned forward and rubbed his face with his palms. “I knew I was going to have to tell you
someday, I just really wished it wouldn’t be for a long time. Please promise you’ll try not to hate me
any more than you already do.”
“Oh, Jake, I don’t hate you. It’s just taking some time to get used to all of this. I mean . . . you’re a
Shifter. That’s not something a girl hears every day.”
“I know, baby.” He sat back and pulled her closer to him. She tensed but didn’t try to move away.
“Twelve years ago, a group of four Bloodsuckers came through La Push. I’d been shifting for two
years, and Quil had been shifting for one. It was just the two of us—”
“Wait,” Renesmee interrupted. “Twelve years ago you would have been thirteen. So you were eleven
when you started . . . this whole thing?”
“No. Do you remember when I told you about the council and the certain things we have to do?”
“Shifting is that certain thing isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Yes, it is.”
She sat back. “So you were eleven when you became chief?” she asked incredulously. “You could
have told m—”
“No, Ness, I didn’t lie to you when I said I was sixteen. When we start shifting, we mature physically
very rapidly, but other than that, we don’t age.”
She took a second to think about what he’d said. “So you’re sixteen years old right now?”
“Yes.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Wow . . . I, um . . . I don’t even know what to say. That’s a little freaky,
Jake.”
“I know. I’m sorry, baby. If it makes you feel any better, I’m thirty years old chronologically.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “That really doesn’t help.”
“Do you see why I had to lie about that, though? You wouldn’t have believed me if I said I was
sixteen, and you can’t tell me thirty wouldn’t have been a little off-putting for an eighteen-year-old.”
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