{Jacob} Love is Never Real {Black} Part 1 ~ Heartbreak and Healing

"I'm an elf and I'm a healer," I mutter rolling my eyes, I was a special elf. Being a healer and an elf is unusual, it's like…hmmm how do I explain this? Ah, got it okay I'm special, it's like an extra ability. See if I didn't add the healer part it was like leaving out part of my identity and it felt like I was lying to him. Which I honestly didn't know why I cared? I could heal myself but not as quickly and it left scars.

Also I didn't recover as quickly, like if I heal someone else, then they leave my care completely unscathed. Me it still hurt for days. Weeks. Months. The works. I'm mad, I can't stand up. Stupid darn healing abilities! What also comes along with being a healer is you can't be healed by another healer, so in other words you are the sacrifice for what you do.

"You mean those exist, I thought those were just stories," he mutters with a thoughtful look on his face. Then his eyes went wide, he must have just noticed my ears. They're kind of hard to miss but I guess it is dark. Still he should have noticed when he was a wolf.

"Yeah I didn't know you still existed either but here you are," I mutter under my breath. I attempt to get up again, but I can't and wince in pain instead. Jacob seems to notice this and picks me up into his arms. He holds me delicately, like I could break but I wasn't some human girl. As an elf I'm much more durable than that. I feel sleepy and put my head against his shoulder. He's so hot, almost boiling and I love heat especially during cold weather. I'm weird like that too. I needed a blanket or something covering me almost always and my feet are always cold.

Although it could be part of being a healer but that wasn't part of the stories, however there hadn't been a healer in over a few thousand years so I don't blame my people for not remembering. Another sacrifice of being a healer is that you don't live as long but they still live longer than humans. Depending on what you were you could live over a thousand years, most healers don't live over 300 though.

Especially because of the vampires in the area, the elves had been dying that much more quickly, most vampires liked to suck our blood just for pleasure. It didn't give them energy, in fact it made them kind of drunk but our blood is sweet and especially a healers. Apparently we taste even better than your normal everyday human. But we're harder to kill. We're just as fast as the Vampires, especially our reflexes. Our eyes are sharper too, even than a vampire's. We can see for miles even on a foggy day, it's cool.

We also have better hearing than any other creature because of the pointy ears. Although we have to be, see we didn't have protectors unlike the humans. Humans have werewolves to protect them, we don't have anyone. That's why we have quite a few traits that are better than other creatures. Let's see what else, hmmm….we can run, walk and do other such things completely quiet without anyone noticing. How do you think humans don't notice us? I'll tell you other abilities as I think of them but…I can't think of anything else right now. I'm just struggling to remain conscious. The pain coming from my stomach is unbelievably painful. Finally I gave in, and lost consciousness.

Jacob eventually noticed that I was no longer conscious before he went into the house. He looks me over and decides to check me out in the light later. He takes me into the house and hears Billy, his father snoring in his room. He lays me down on his bed. Jacob goes back outside and grabs all of his clothes that lead to the forest. Then he comes back in and looks me over with the light on. Jacob then sees my ears clearly now and wonders how he'd missed them before. He looks over my stomach and flinches. He removes the shirt, now bloody and has three slashes through it. He felt guilty for what he'd done.

He wanted nothing more than to throw himself in front of a bus for hurting me. So this is how Sam must have felt after he hurt Emily? Ugh. This sucks. But at least she's okay he told himself. He went into the bathroom and opens the medicine cabinet. He searches and finds ointment that he was looking for along with bandages. Jacob returns to the room and then takes the cap off the ointment. Then he squeezes it onto his fingers. He trances the scratches he had made earlier in my skin with his ointment covered fingers. After he had done this he began to wrap my waist, he picked me up by my back each time he went around my waist with the bandages.

That's when he notices the other cuts and bruises on my arms and body. He notices them everywhere. He grows angry. Someone had abused her he thought. He focuses on me and my needing him to keep himself from changing into a werewolf. Finishing up he thought about how weird it was that he had met her tonight. The night he needed me most was the night he had met me, his soulmate. Of course I didn't know any of this. He took a shirt from one of his drawers and put it on me. He then takes all of my other clothes off of me, leaving in a t-shirt with my underwear. Quickly trying to forget what he saw, he pulls on some boxers and gets in bed with me. Careful not to hurt me, especially taking care to avoid my stomach area which would hurt me more than anything as he falls asleep beside me. His thoughts are sad and guilty but exhaustion quickly takes him over. After all he had run harder that night than he ever had in his life.

When I woke the next day I look down and saw that I am no longer wearing my shirt and that Jacob is wearing boxers. Only boxers, especially to my liking, a girl can't help it. His abs were even more gorgeous in the light. He looks so cute when he's sleeping. Okay, Jolie no! Bad Jolie! You shouldn't fall for him. Werewolves don't really care for elves anyways. See our people had been living here way before vampires or werewolves even came here. Our people were here FIRST! They forget to mention those tiny details. They took our land. We not being very violent people back then didn’t want trouble so we moved. And then we had to move again and again. Eventually we found where we are today but it wasn't such a great place to live. It was closer to the other vampires, see the Cullens were no big deal. That's who they bordered with, see we had to border with the bad vampires.

We begged them for help but they refused to help us so we were left to fend for ourselves. That's why a lot of us got wiped out until we began to evolve into what we are today. Ever since there had been a sore spot between the werewolves and elves, but elves neither forget nor forgive. I am different from most elves. Women rule in our clans and we treat men like they're slaves. To a degree they are our slaves. I know what makes me different is that my mother had died while giving birth to me, oh yeah another curse on a healers birth. Just because we're oh so very special our mother's die when they have us.

Something to do with needing extra energy to accomplish our jobs or something like that, anyways we can't actually use our powers until we become a woman or start our menstrual cycle. Another thing no man has ever been a healer, they're all women. So continuing with the whole why I'm different, the main reason is that because my father was all I had he raised me. My father wasn't one of the elvish men that agreed that they should do everything for the women, so whenever he got treated badly he took it out on me. He beat me and other forms of abuse came to mind too. Tears began to form in my eyes, and my body is shaking at this point. I feel an arm tighten on my hip pulling me closer to him.

Jacob had woken up to me shaking and crying. He quickly wipes the tears away with his thumb. He smiles down at me in a loving way but I can still see guilt in his eyes for what he had done. I could see sadness in his eyes too but for something else. That's when I realized, that he must have seen the other scars and forms of abuse. I quickly jump out of the bed and hurt myself nearly ripping the scabs open again. I groan from the pain and bite my lip to keep from screaming. It hurt to stand and it brought tears to my eyes.

"Jolie let me carry you again or put you in my bed. You shouldn't be standing those scabs aren't good enough to keep you from bleeding anymore. They could rip open….please?" he begs me and really plays the puppy dog look. I guess being more doggish than most he was better at that look than most people.

I nod my head and say, "Okay, you can put me back in bed." He smiles slightly and comes over to me. He gently scoops me up into his arms and delicately puts me on the bed.

He pushes my hair from my face and asks, "What do you want to eat?"

"I can eat! Sorry, umm I'll take whatever you have." He looks down at me with a concerned look but then he leaves the room. When he comes back he has a piece of sausage with a biscuit. Yum, I thought as I almost drool. I didn't get to eat very often at home. My father thought that all women were spoiled and therefore I shouldn't be. So he only fed me every once and awhile. Sadly, he had to feed me but he did it affectionately, like it was no problem at all. I nearly blushed while he was doing this.

After I had finished I said, "I know you saw the scars and other things on my stomach. They're from my father, he gets angry. In our ummm….clans the women rule and my mother died to give birth to me because I'm a healer as you probably know. So my father raised me, well he hates that women get to boss him around and that he has to do whatever they want. So this is what he does to me. It's no big deal really – "

"It's a big deal. It's a very big deal. I would kill him with my bare hands if I didn't have to take care of you. How dare he hurt you?" I could see his hands were beginning to shake and I knew what that meant.

"Jacob it's okay. I'm okay now. I don't know why you're getting so angry, it's not like you imprinted me or something," I state sarcastically but then his eyes go wide.

"How'd you know?" he whispers.

My jaw drops and my eyes go wide with shock, how could this boy want me? How could this boy love me? How could he – how could he – he-he have any feelings for me once so ever? I'm-I'm-I'm not important!

"HOW COULD YOU LOVE ME?" I screech and all he does is shrug, "NO! Not possible! Did my father put you up to this? What are you supposed to break my heart? Other than the fact that I'm a healer there's nothing else special about me. I promise – "

"No!" he snaps, "I'm not doing this for your father. It's not like it's something I can control! And yes you are special, you're beautiful." He looked like he had been stabbed when I asked if my father had put him up to this and then his eyes softened with such sincerity when he told me I'm beautiful.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Ummm…yeah it's not something you can't be sure about. Trust me. Well I need to call a meeting about you anyways so I need to change into a werewolf to call them. I'll be right back, okay?" he tells me as I nod. He leaves the room and leaves me in the room by myself. The sincerity and love in his eyes was unbelievable. It took my breath away to see someone love me like that. I didn't think it was possible. Especially someone like well, like him. He's gorgeous and so far he's so sweet, kind, easy to talk to, mature and did I mention he smells good because he smells really good. I moan to myself at his smell but I guess that I had lost track of time because right as I moaned in came Jacob. I blush and look away from him.

"You smell good, okay?" I mutter. I look back over at him because it's hard not to look at him for too long.

He smiles and says, "You smell really good too." Then the color really goes to my face and I sort of grin. All the sudden a big parade of boys shirtless enter the house and the room. There's one girl and she's wearing a dress. They are so absorbed in their conversations that they don't even see me.

"How are you Jake?" Sam asks.

"How do you think? I just imprinted, I think I'm happy," he says coolly and smirks. All the sudden the boys and the one girl all come to their senses and look down on the bed. They couldn't hear me but they could smell me. I guess they just figured the window was open or something. Each one looks me over and then stares at my ears.

Finally one says, "She's a-a-a-a-an elf."

"Oh I'm more than that, I'm a healer and she has a name, I'm Jolie. And you all are?" They all look the same in my opinion but they each went down the line. There's Quil, Embry, Sam, Jared, Paul, Seth and the one girl Leah. Leah is absolutely beautiful I thought but she looks sad. Hmmm…I guess she hasn't had much luck in love or maybe she's just cold in general. Oh yeah elves have the ability to read people, like I don't know really how to describe it. Okay basically we can see someone and know how they're feeling and make really close guesses as to why they feel this way and so on. It's really complicated in the least. They all began to talk in hush voices. Apparently, I'm not supposed to hear this part. I guess they kind of forgot that I'm an elf. I could hear them clear as day talking about a Dr. Carlisle and whether or not he should come and help. Now they all agreed that it was probably for the best if he came here.

I roll my eyes at their stupidity, and chuckle slightly. Seriously you had to be over 5 miles away for me not to hear you clear as day and even then I could hear whispers. It kind of sucked to be honest with you. There are no secrets among our people because of that. It always became useful when someone was being attacked by a vampire or something. To be honest with you, my father was allowed to abuse me because no one knew. Abuse in our clan was a daily thing towards the men so they just assumed that if the screams were close by it was a man being abused or something like that. There was also a word you would mutter if you were in trouble, even if you just whispered it every elf would hear you for miles. So yeah I could have heard this conversation from miles away and here they are talking in hushed voices. Did I mention only another elf can hear our heartbeat, that's right! No one else can hear our heartbeat not even a vampire, that's why humans would always mistake us for dead. They couldn't hear our heartbeat or hear us breath so the result is that they must be dead. A lot of us also got mistaken for vampires for that too, but even a vampire you can hear it's breathing.

"Okay this is getting ridiculous. No doctor is coming to see me, especially not a vampire doctor. My blood is much worse than a human's, and therefore Dr. Carlisle may not be able to resist mine. Also I've suffered much worse than this and worked hard the next day because of my father's abuse that you probably already know about. I'm no human, I work hard and I'm much more durable than any old human. Now I have to get back to my people, they need me. We don't have protection like you all, and if you didn't remember the vampires on our side are much more violent and sick than the ones you all have to deal with. Therefore my people need me, the healer to heal them. All I need is a bottle of vodka, new bandages, gauze, scissors, ointment and a towel. If you have all that I will be grateful and I shall heal whomever you choose. So you all don't worry your pretty little heads, any questions?"

Everyone in the room just stood there, but then Leah's face broke into a smile. I smile back while the boys star dumbfounded at me. Leah went to get everything and came back soon after. I took off my shirt, and began to unwrap the bandages from around my torso. I open the vodka bottle and grit my teeth. If I didn't watch it, I would scream. I quickly pour the vodka down my torso and hold my head back to keep myself from screaming. By now I was almost use to the pain of it all, since I had to treat open wounds with vodka to clean them. I quickly grab the towel and wrap my torso clean. I then put ointment all over my open wounds, and then I quickly put gauze on over it. I then cut the gauze and took the long strip of fabric to cover and keep the gauze in place around my torso. When I finished I put back on the shirt Jacob had given me to sleep in.

The entire time the boys just stood there and no one made a move. I grab my tight jeans from underneath the bed along with my boots. I need to call for Mia, my horse I thought. I got up and as I began to walk out the door is when one of the guys finally made a move. Leah stood in the corner while watching the boys panic. I have to say that I like her, even though she comes off a bitch she's just in pain. Maybe a nice elf boy could do her wonders. She winks at me and seems to be waiting for something. Then I finally understand what she was waiting for, a man in a wheelchair sat in front of me blocking my only way out. I sigh, and move forwards towards the old man. I put my hand against his forehead.

I mutter a few words and then there's a mark on his brow that shines brightly. The shape of the mark is a crescent moon. Then he begins to move his legs. Everyone looks shocked but Jacob. Jacob looked startled and ran to his father. I just grin as he stands for the first time in what had to have been years. Even though it had been years since he stood, he stood like he hadn't been in a wheelchair for years. In fact he began to walk and he did it effortlessly. The only thing that confused me is the mark my hand had left on his brow. That had never happened before, I needed to do some serious research when I got back to my clan I thought. The old man whom I had assumed is Jacob's father began to look at me expectantly. I look at the man confused, most men would be completely shocked but he wasn't, at all, period!

"So you've come finally Jolie?" the old man asks.