Vampires, Werewolves, and... Love? Oh My!

My life was becoming a routine. I would sit with Bella and the Cullens at not eating anything. If I did, I would just run to the bathroom during class and barf it back out. Yeah, I know that it sounds stupid to be anorexic or bulimic but I really couldn’t help myself. When I was younger and I threw up then Mom would take care of me and even Dad would call and check up on me. Old habits die hard.
I had four classes with Mike Newton during which he stared at me or tried to hit on my. After school, Bella and I would go to the Cullen mansion where Jasper would TRY to help me with history before I would end up pissing him off. At home, Jacob and Billy would come over most nights to watch sports with my dad. At midnight, I would sneak down to the kitchen with my razor away from Bella. My life was starting to suck ass. I think that's why I was cutting more than normal. It was the only exciting thing in my life. Again, I know that cutting myself is stupid but it was fun in that morbid kind of way.
"I really don't care what year the Civil War ended, Jasper," I sighed. It was Friday afternoon of my first weekend in Forks. Jasper was trying with no avail to get me to pay attention.
He rolled his dark eyes. "Fine. I give up. You're on your own." He stormed out of the kitchen.
I shrugged. "That's okay by me." I got up and went to find Bella in the living room watching a movie with Edward and Emmett. "Bells, ready to go?"
She looked up at me then glanced back at Edward. "Sure," she said giving Edward a kiss. "I'll see you later."
"Bye Swan Princesses," Emmett called with a grin. He’d definitely been watching too many cartoons.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Yogi." I was walking out the door and waved my hand in his general direction.
"Yogi?" he asked with confusion.
I shrugged casually. "Yeah. You remind me of a bear. It was either that or Boo-boo." Edward snorted. The three of them exchanged an amused look and I got the feeling I was missing something. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my sister's arm and dragged her out of the house.
"What's the rush?" she asked over her car's engine.
"I pissed off Jasper again. I just wanted to get out of there before he eats me or something." What little color she had drained from her face. I could see her hands clutching the steering wheel so tight that the knuckles were going white.
She chuckled without humor. "Uh, right. Well, let's just get home."
At around 7, she was getting ready for her date. "I don't want to just leave you here alone," she complained. "Maybe Alice can come hang out with you. Or Jake."
I rolled my eyes and watched her putting the finishing touches on her make-up. "Isabella Marie Swan. I do not need a babysitter. Especially one that's younger than me. Just go out with Edward. Have fun and enjoy your night."
"So what are you going to do all night?"
"I don't know. Watch Saw? Or I might just read Betrayed, again."
She cocked her head to the side. "What's that?"
"It the second book in the House of Night series," I stated proudly.
"But you hate reading."
"Not necessarily," I argued. "I hate reading classics like you. I like fantasy. House of Night is all about vampyres. Ya know, total fictional crap like Dracula. It's pretty kick ass."
Bella frowned. The doorbell rang and she slowly started heading towards it. "Right. Well, I've got to go. I'll see you later, Liz. I love you."
"Yeah, yeah. You too, Bells."
I sat on the couch for a good hour watching slasher movies and reading my book. Damn, I'm good at multi-tasking. Fake blood splattered across the screen and I started tracing my scars. One more knick and I would have a star on my wrist.
I went over to the kitchen sink and pulled the razor blade out of my pocket. Finishing the design was easy. Just one scarlet line on my wrist right over the blue vein. Bingo. The blood flow started immediately. This cut was bleeding like crazy. My hand was already going numb after a couple of minutes. "Shit," I muttered.
The front door creaked open and I bit my lip. "Lizzy?" Jacob called out.
"Um, now's not a good time, Jacob. Charlie's not even home."
"I know." Jacob's voice was getting closer. Dangerously close but I didn't hear any footsteps. I was surprised he was so light on his feet for being so damn huge.
"Uh, what are you doing here then?"
"Bella called me. She wanted me to keep you company."
"Dammit. Ugh, dumb bitch. Well, Jacob, I'm not feeling very good. I think you should just go." My left hand was cold, the fingers were turning blue and shook as they tried to keep a hold of my book.
"If you insist," he said with uncertainty.
"I do! I'll see you later." I was already getting light-headed. I stumbled away from the sink. I could feel myself start to fall and clutched at the counter, making a glass fall to the ground and shatter. Only once did I cut this deep. And that didn't end very well for me. I heard a gasp from Jacob at the doorway. I turned but my vision was already blurry.
"Jacob? Don't tell anyone." I fell but he caught me at the last second. Jacob's warm arms wrapped around me and my head leaned against his bare chest. Wait, bare? Jacob was shirtless, but I didn't have time to dwell on that fact because I passed out into an oblivion of darkness.

*JACOB'S POV*
Lizzy fell into my arms and was out cold. Her left wrist was squirting blood like a frickin' hose. I grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it tightly around her injury. I easily got Lizzy into my rabbit and drove like hell to the hospital.
I carried her to the ER, which stank of vampires from Dr. Cullen. I ran up to the desk where a receptionist was typing away at her computer. "I need a doctor," I cried.
She looked up at me for a split second. With one hand, she pulled out some form on a clipboard. "You will need to fill these out," she said with a nasally voice.
"I don't have time for this!"
Suddenly, I felt chills go up my spine and I wanted to phase, but couldn't with Lizzy in my arms. "It's alright, Arlene. I can take her right now." I wrinkled my nose at the smell but followed the vampire none the less. He led me to an empty room and I set her on the bed. "Hello, Jacob," he said politely.
I nodded in reply, not taking my eyes from Lizzy's unconscious form. Dr. Cullen undid my makeshift bandage and muttered something under his breath. "What happened to her? Did she do this to herself?"
"I don't know. I found her right before she passed out. I'm guessing she did 'cause she said to not tell Bella or Charlie."
"Hm," the doc sighed. "It doesn't look like this is the first time. Judging from these scars, she's been doing this frequently for over a year."
He tossed me a cell phone from his pocket and began plugging Lizzy into machines. "Please call Edward's number and tell Bella what happened. She can call Charlie when they get here."
"But, Lizzy said not to tell anyone," I muttered.
"But, Jacob, we must. Her family needs to know about this. Why wouldn't you want to tell?"
I just looked for the number. I couldn't bring myself to admit that I had imprinted. I especially couldn't tell a bloodsucker.
"Yes, Carlisle?" he answered.
"It's not Carlisle. I need to talk to Bella."
"What do you need to talk to her about?"
I could hear Bella's voice in the background. "Who needs to talk to me? Edward, just give me the phone."
"It's an emergency. Now give her the goddamn phone!"
"It's Jacob," the leech sighed.
"Jacob? What is it?"
"Lizzy is at the hospital. Dr. Cullen is taking a look at her right now. Can you just come over here please?"
"Of course, Jake. We'll be right there." I could already hear in her voice that she was starting to cry.
It took only five minutes for Bella and Edward to arrive. I stayed with Lizzy the whole time. Bella rushed into the room with tears streaming down her face. She used Edward's cell phone to explain what happened to Charlie. I was looking around the room, not wanting to see how pale she was, when I saw a book. Most of the dark blue cover was stained with blood. I opened it up to see Lizzy's name neatly scrawled on the title page. I was pretty shocked that she had managed to hang onto it the entire time. I started reading it to see what kind of things she was interested in. I froze on one word: vampyre. Go figure she would be into that crap.
"Lizzy," I muttered, "welcome to my world."