AFTER WHAT SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN YEARS, I, FREEHUGS4FIVEDOLLARS, HAVE FINALLY UPDATED YOU MAKE ME CRAZY.
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I was scared to come to the realization that I didn’t love Cade, like he said I did. No, not even that, but I felt afraid of him at times, even when he touched me lovingly and showed me affectionate gestures. I found myself faking it all, because deep down maybe I knew there was something wrong...something wrong with Cad--
Oh! No, no, no!
I blinked and shook my head, reviving myself from the stupor I had fallen upon. I squinted my eyes as the color and light focused back into their original focus. The field was still bright but not as bright as before. Some time has past, it seemed.
What was I saying?
Cade is my fiancé and I love him!
I stood up and stretched. I’d have to be insane not to love my own husband. I’ve never thought of such thoughts before. It scared me… Maybe it was cold feet?
I mean, it made sense. I was marrying Cade tonight after all. Cold feet is only natural… But, I think, I just retire early today--before Cade sends for me. The sky was still that baby soft blue, but it was starting to reside into a darker shade, and I was noticing some clouds form. Just as I looked down and was about to turn around and walk back to the palace.
“Macy!” A voice called out with so much passion and emotion, my body stopped on it’s own.
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I had froze. The voice was behind me I was sure. I didn’t know it, but at the same time, I knew it more than I knew myself. My heart was pounding, my mind was racing. I couldn’t turn back to see where I knew the voice would be, I didn’t know what to do.
I don’t know why, but as soon as I laid my eyes on the tan boy, my heart stopped, my breath slowed and I let out a gasp. The boy was beautiful. My eyes traced every inch of him in a forbidden line. I was hypnotized. I was hypnotized by hisgolden brown skin, by his dark onyx hair, by his beautiful pink lips, and by his brown eyes. Oh, his deep brown eyes… those beautiful, amazing eyes--wait! What in the world am I saying? I am a taken woman! An besides, what was this strange man doing here?
“What are you doing here?” I asked and furrowed my eyebrows, “If you’re here for the wedding you’re a couple hours early.”
He ran up to me and my heart was pounding. Who was he?
“You need to come with me now!”
Obviously this man must’ve been crazy.
I jumped and brought my hand to my chest, “Um.. excuse me?” He went to reach for my hand but I pulled away from him.
He looked confused, “Macy, it’s me!”
I narrowed my eyes, “Do...Do I know you?”
The boy looked hurt. His eyebrows were knitted together, his lips parted and his eyes with a strange glint. His hand went to his chest.
“Macy, it’s me…” he repeated again, “Don’t you remember?” His voice was doing a weird thing now and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I looked to the side and brought my arms to my chest. “It’s that bloodsucker’s potion, isn’t it? She made you forget…” he muttered quietly.
His sadness was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable I furrowed my eyebrows, “I’m Macelin, I don’t know who Macy is, sorry…”
“You’re Macy… my Macy. And I’m your Jacob.”
Jacob…? I took a step back, flinching into the wall of the outer castle. He took three steps closer and I could actually feel warmth radiating from him. He was like a walking furnis…
“It’s me...Jacob Black.”
"Macy, who's at the door?" A womanly voice suddenly rang in my head. I blinked and faces and pictures flashed by in my head. I flinched again.
"It's me...Jacob Black..."
I was suddenly in a small house standing in front of an doorway with this same Jacob character.
“You’re not on steroids...right?” I had said and the boy laughed before replying.
“What? No!”
My eyes went wide. My heart was beating too hard for me to comprehend anything. “I know you?” No… I couldn’t have… Cade has told me everything I needed to know, he said I remembered everything.
“Yes, and I know you.” He walked up so close to me that his plainly clad chest was touching my silky and frilled chest.
“Sir, you’re insane… and you need to get off of private property. Like now.” I tried to take a step farther but his brown eyes pierced through mine and hooked me in place.
“You’re name is Macy Ann Louise Uley. You’re half italian and half Quileute heritage. You’re 16. You’ve lived with your mother and moved around from place to place, you’ve been to 6 different schools, you’re a trouble-maker but you have clever and beautiful mind. Not only do I know you, I’m in love with you.” This man was crazy. He had to be.
“I think you may have mistaken me for someone else. And I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m neither Italian nor Quilties or whatever you just said there. And I’ve lived here all my life and went to private school, and as for my parents? They’ve died long ago, I’ve been an orphan since I was 2. And I’m 23 not 16… I know I look a bit young for my age but c’mon… My name is Macelin Anne Rivers, soon to be a Mrs. in a few hours. My fiancé is my one true love and we are getting married. You cannot be in love with me, alright? So, sir...you really should lay off the crazy pills.”
The boy, Jacob, looked frustrated now, “Macy!” He shouted and froze. I furrowed my eyebrows, the poor guy looked so upset… I almost felt bad, ya know? There’s probably a tragic backstory to what made him so crazy. “What will it take for you believe me?” He said softly now and this time reached his hand out to caress my face. I could slap his hand away quick enough because before I could even react his fingers were already touching my skin. There was this surge of warm and tingling sensation all where he was making contact. “Macy, all you’ve been told is a lie. Cade is a psychopathic vampire that’s kidnapped you in order for him to use your power.”
“Vampire?! Are you out of your fucking mi-” I couldn’t even finish my outraged shout for his large warm hands had contact on my cheeks and brought my face to his. His lips completely devoured mine and I didn’t even dare resist against his kiss, which, was like...no other. His mouth was on a mission to get me completely under...and it was succeeding. His hands went from my neck to my waist and my back. And my arms circled around his neck as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, completely giving into the vice.
"Oh, hi..." I greeted.
The boy looked down at me and froze.
"Macy...?" He asked.
I froze almost instantly, who ever this guy was, he was the most handsome guy I've ever met in my life. I didn't know why but for a long moment we just stood there and looked at each other, my heat, I swore, it had stopped. I had butterflies in my stomach that made me unable to speak; I forgot what to say next...
"Macy, who's at the door?"
That woke me up.
"Um... uh.." I didn't know who this person was, so what was I suppose to say? I didn't--I couldn't stop staring at him.
"Whoa, how'd you know my name? Who are you?" Ugh, was that all I could say?
"Mace, I know it's been a long time, but not that long..." He said
"Um...come again?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's me...Jacob Black..."
My head was pounding, “I…”
"Ya know Macy," Jacob called suddenly, I snapped my head over to him with questioning eyes. "It's been such a long time since you left..." he continued, I stopped painting the wall and brought the brush to my side. I watched him as he continued painting, oblivious to my peering eyes. "And now that you're back, everythings some how different... about you, about me... I... don't exactly know what's happening. But I need to ask you, why did you leave before?"
I felt my throat dry quickly at that question, leaving me unable to answer. I knew the answer, though. I just couldn't seem to put it into sentences. How could I tell him.
"They... they didn't tell you?" Was all that I couldn't manage for that moment.
Jacob stopped with the painting and stared back at me. "If I knew, I wouldn't have been asking." He replied.
I sighed and placed the paint brush back in the bucket. I'm not sure if I could really tell him, it wasn't exactly my secret to tell. Slowly, I let myself on the floor and sat cross-legged. Should I tell him, Jake is my friend after all... I glanced back up at him; he looked down at me curiously with his mocha coloured eyes, almost as if he could melt right through me. My heart raced when he sat down across from me and looked into my eyes like he'd done that millions of times before. And I finally decided; it wasn't my secret to keep either.
"It turned out I had a half sister..."
My heart was racing and as the kiss got deeper and deeper the scenes got more prominent and more..
“So, tell me about your sister…”
My eyes widened, that was unexpected… My sister? How… what..?
“How’d you know.. that I had a sister?” Well… half sister anyway…
“Casey, you mean? Well Jacob was talking about—”
Jacob called out at her, “Bella!—” but he was ignored.
“—her and how she was coming over within a month or two from now…”
“What…?” I mouthed, shocked.
Bella furrowed her eyebrows, “Oh, you didn't know?”
Jacob groaned, “Bella, don't tell her, Sam—”
What the hell was going on? I was sweating and I felt like puking. Oh God...
“What, so are you willing to defy Sam for me?”
Once again, Jacob was able to surprise me with his next response, “Yes.”
I reached up to Jacob and kissed his lips passionately. He didn’t waste too much time in responding. Again, he left me with this lively feeling of love that swelled in my heart and pumped in my veins. I was speechless as much as I was breathless. He took my heart and my breath away. He made me feel unreal in all ways possible.
“I know we’ve been over this before, but Jacob… what are we? I mean, what am I to you?”
There was a long pause before a grin made way on Jake’s face and he answered, “You're my imprint. We're mates.”
“We’re mates,” Jacob’s voice echoed and in seconds I was stumbling away from him with my head hurting like crazy. I wasn’t able to reply because moments later there was snarling noise and my name...well a name being shouted in the air.
“MACELIN!”
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