. S . A . L . V . A . T . O . R. E. [Fan Fiction]

[Jacob Black]

. S . A . L . V . A . T . O . R . E .

For what I have tasted of love so far, it only brings one word to my mind.

Salvatore.

The meaning of savour in italian.

The S

[/i] stands for Saviour

The A[/i] for Adore

L[/i] for Love

V[/i] for victory upon which we felt

A.[/i] An apple of my eye

T[/i] for the trust that I have so much for him from the day that we first met

O[/i] for Over the Moon, to how I felt when I was with him

R[/i] standing for rough to the road we had to travel to get so far

and...

E for Enternal for the love that I have for him and he has for me.

Jacob Black was my saviour from the second we met. If it wasn't for him, I may not still be here...

- Jade Lillian [/center]


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I couldn't believe what my mum was making me do… We were moving to Forks Washington in America, for her work as a photographer of animals and landscapes.

We used to live near Alice Springs Australia, in the middle of the Australian red desert. It was just about always dry there, and when it did rain, it was torrential storms with loud thunder, incredible lightning and as some people around us called it 'big rain' which at times was endless rain for days or weeks on end.

It was cool at some times of the year and blazing hot in the day during summer, though freezing cold in the night. It was a place of extremes and I loved it. I had lived in the desert all of my life and if it had been up to me, I still would be.

I couldn't believe it when my mum –Tess– had told me that she had gotten a promotion and that we were going to America. I didn't want to go and wished that I hadn't, but like usual, mum brushed it off as my rebellious attitude of been a teen, as my not wanting to go. A lot of the time, back home, she used to leave me with friends of ours, while she went on long trips to all different parts of Australia, taking photos of all different animals and landscapes, though most were around where we lived. Sometimes I even got to go with her and see amazing things. I loved her job, until now.

I hated the rain and I hated the cold, and I just knew that I was going to hate America. I just wanted to go home, where my friends and family were, and the beautiful heat of the sun and desert sand. The other part that I hated a lot about been in America, was that my father –Aaron– also worked in America. He on the other hand was a naturalist, travelling around the world filming and studding animals for a living. We hardly ever saw him much and it was how I liked it. I didn't get along with my father at all and that was also something that I liked and hoped that it would stay that way… Because he was always away from us, it made it easier for him to cheat on my mum, upon whom he had five times, that she knows about, yet still she stays with him. I could never understand why on earth you would stay with someone who could so easily hurt you like he was, and someone that you never saw anyway. He didn't care about me, I already knew that, and it was more than clear that he didn't care for my mum, so… why? I knew that he didn't care about me, because whenever he rang us, he never asked how I was or about me, nor when he was around that he spent any time with me or took any notice that I was in the same room as he. He hardly ever spoke to me, spent time with me now or when I was younger and I could tell from everyday life, that he wouldn't care if I disappeared tomorrow…

I looked out the car window, watching the endless green past us quickly. I tried not to think where I was or what was happening. I looked down to my ipod and turned the music on, putting ear plugs in my ears so I could play it as loud as I wished, without my mum knowing what I was listening to or how loud it was. I closed my eyes, ignoring the scenes that were passing outside the window and a small smile lit my face when I heard the first song come on my ipod. 'Hook Me Up' by the Veronicas. And yes, my music was who I was. Hardcode was one word that you could use to describe who I was, another would be tough, because of how we lived –and how most lived- in the desert. Because things were extreme to the max where we lived, we also, like the weather had to be extreme, just to live. Everyday things we would have to stock up on by the kilos / litres / tons, it appended on what it was. But also with living in the outback in the desert, you had to know when to be cautious and when to know to get your butt out of a curtain place. Yes you had to be tough and brave the heat, the cold, the bugs and anything else that you had to put up with, but it didn't mean that you went on a walk without water for hours in end in the summer heat, just to show how tough you were, because you most likely wouldn't be showing anything, other than stupidity or someone you dead. It was easy to get lost back at home, because just about everything looked the same when there were no trees for miles, no dams, creaks, livers, mountains, nothing but sand…

I kept my eyes closed and listening to my music for what had to be hours. I had over two-thousand songs on my ipod and already I had listened to one-hundred. My eyes only opened when I felt mum tapping at my leg from the front driver's seat. I took out my ear plugs to listen to her.

"We're here Jade," she told me, pulling up into a driveway of a huge house.

I didn't care. Yeah it was big, a lot bigger than we had back in Oz and most likely cool too, but I didn't really care. It was raining outside, lightly in a mist and I could tell just by looking around, that it must not ever stop and if it did, not for long. The only sign of brown I could see was either mud or bark on the trees, the rest was green.

I sighed in annoyance, harshly opening the door of our blue car and getting out into the rain. I pulled my grey hoodie over my head and crossed my arms tightly around my chest, before been basically forced to take in two boxes of our stuff from Oz by my mum. I was glad that we only had six boxes with us and some furniture from our old place. It was small our old home, but I liked it. This house had to be at least ten times bigger.

I walked up a white wooden ramp leading onto the balcony and then followed mum inside the house. The house on the outside was cream and dark brown, on the inside the carpet was a more yellow cream, but still a cream and the walls were also cream. The space inside was huge!

All of our old furniture of each of the rooms back in Australia was in their correct places, to which rooms they came from and still each room was huge. We needed more things to fill the house. I felt like a mouse standing in the desert that all looked the same, wondering which way was North, which was South and upon which direction was the cheese.

I walked up the staircase to my room that was located on my right. I opened the door and only seen more cream. I was started to already get sick of cream. There was a window right in front of me as I walked in. My bed was under the window, my dresser on the far end of the room, opposite to my bed and my cupboard on my left of the door. The room was too big for what I had. I closed my door quietly and then seen another closed door on my right. I went over to it, opened it and found that I had my own bathroom. It was modern white, with a big bath on the far corner, a vanity next to the door on my left with a fake pink Orchid placed in a white vase next to the sink. It was cute! I liked it, more than my own room really.

"Jade?" my mum called from downstairs. I ran out of my room and to the top step.

"Yeah mum?"

I stood at the top stair, looking down to my mums green eyes, lightly tanned skin and reddish blonde curly hair, a straw hat sitting nicely on her head, with a little white flower sitting on the brim of the hat.

"I'm just going into town for a few. Do you mind unpacking these boxes while I'm away?"

"No sure, I guess." There was only six boxes of our stuff, four of them been mine.

"Call me on the mobile if you need me." She went to walk away and then stopped. "Oh, wait, isn't the mobile called a cell, over here?" she asked. I couldn't believe that she didn't already know that.

"Yeah mum, I believe that's correct," I rolled my eyes at her. "I'm going for a walk for a few." I walked pasted her, picking up my mauve mobile cell phone from the kitchen bench as I went.

"Okay, just watch out for skunks and raccoons."

"I'm more worried about the bears and wolves Ma, but don't worry," I shouted, walking outside into the rain.

"B-bears and w-wolves, there's bears and wolves out here?" mum screeched, stuttering. How did she not know that already? I mean we are in America! If they weren't here, where would they be? Africa? I think not…

"Yeah mum. You got that right." I rolled my eyes once again, heading behind the house as I spoke.

Before we had left Australia, I looked up on the net what animals were over here. They had hardly anything deadly compared to Australia that was small. Maybe an odd spider or snake, but Australia had far more, for such a little country compared to America. The one animal that stood out to me that I would have loved to see was a wolf. Back home, I loved Dingos and Kangaroos, but out here, it seemed to be that the only animal I would like to see would be be the wolf. I didn't really like dogs and it didn't make any sense to anyone to why I would like Dingos if I didn't like dogs, it also didn't make any sense to me.

Walking behind the house, I saw our very small yard and the forest behind the house. I went to the edge for the forest, near a small path that led into the greenest, thickest, wettest forest I had ever seen before. I wanted to go and have a look through it, but first I wondered if I should take anything with me, like water, but in a place like Forks, the only thing you really needed was a rain coat and I didn't have one, so there was no point in going back to the house to get it.

I walked down the thick path, looking around slowly as I went. My arms wrapped around my chest tight. It was colder in the forest than it was outside of it. I wanted to go home. Every bit of the forest as I passed looked the same and soon I wasn't even looking where I was going, I only looked at the path upon I was walking on.

A bird flew out of a tree beside me, making me jump for dear life before I had seen what it was. There was something eerie about the forest now. It seemed darker, wetter and an eerie thick fog was flowing through the forest ground, too quickly for any fog that I had seen before. I wanted to run, but when I turned around to go back home, I couldn't find the path that I had been on. It was gone!

I kept turning around, trying to quickly find the path. I could feel something was watching me. The more I turned around the more worried I got. I couldn't see the path anywhere, but it couldn't just disappear like that, could it? With each spin, I got dizzy and with the fear I was feeling, it only made my dizziness worse. I heard a noise of leaves getting walked on, crunching hard on the ground behind me. I shouted, "who's there?" with a weak tone, half fainting as I spoke from been so dizzy and scared.

"Hey careful," I heard a young boy say, catching me by the arm as I half fell back from half fainting. His hand was blazing warm on the thin layer of my hoodie's sleave. His warmth reminded me of a rock in the sun in the desert back home. I couldn't get over how warm he was. Slowly my eyes half opened to see who had caught me. I wasn't focusing well at all. Everything around me was spinning.

"Are you alright?" he murmured.

"Yeah, I think so," I nodded, touching the top of my head, trying get my brain and vision to work correctly. I shook my head, trying to snap out of it, but only feeling worse for it.

"Here sit down, before you fall down again," he half chuckled and helped me down, sitting on a log just behind me. He had saved me from hitting my head on the log. It could have knocked me out cold if I had hit it. I sat down on the damp log, looking to the blurry greenness in front of me, when finally my vision came back. He was sitting beside me, watching me and making sure that I was okay. I looked up to him and the first thing I noticed was his russet brown tanned skin, then his eyes. They were dark deep chocolate brown, which felt they went on and on as I looked into them. I hadn't ever seen such eyes. I couldn't look away from them, I tried several times.

"Are you okay now?" he questioned, looking away from my gaze, finally snapping me out of what felt like a trance that he had put me in.

"Yeah I think so," I nodded, trying to hind the redness that I felt in my cheeks by hiding my face in the hood of my jacket.

"I'm Jacob, by the way. Jacob Black."

"Jade Lillian," I smiled at him.

"So what happen? Why are you out here alone?" he asked, with a wary tone. "I haven't seen you around here before."

I ignored his first question, because I didn't have an answer and skipped to his last. "Good reason for that. I just moved here."

"Really? Where from?"

Didn't he notice my aussie accent?

"Australia, near Alice Springs. Didn't you pick up on my accent?"

"Not until you pointed it out, no," he laughed.

I turned redder in the face and turned away embarrassed as hell. How was it that never in my life had I been embarrassed of anything or from anything until this day, when I met Jacob Black?

"So what were you doing out here?" he asked again, his tone full of business and nothing else.

"Just wanted to see what was around, that's all."

"Well be careful. It's dangerous out here, especially at sunset and night."

I looked at him and for the first time of looking at him, I noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt, only cut-off-jeans. I tried and ignore the lack of clothes he had on. He was as muscular as I had ever seen in my life. He looked better than any actor I had ever seen in magazines or movies and he wasn't airbrushed like a lot of them were. How was his body real? I shook my head in visualization, getting the thought of him out of my head.

I nodded, looking to the grass in front of me. "I know, wolves, bears."

"There's worse out there, trust me."

Even know I had just met him, I did trust him, for what reason I had no idea.

"Are you lost Jade?" he murmured, looking at me.

"Mmm." I nodded, feeling stupid for getting lost.

"I'll take you back home. Where do you live?"

"Just up the path, wherever that is."

He laughed lightly. "I told you it was dangerous out here."

I turned redder in the face and pulled my hoodie closer to the sides my face so he couldn't see me.

"Come on," he smiled, getting up and walking up a path a little, before looking back at me, seeing if I was going to follow him. I slowly got up and went up to him, trying to keep my mind off of his bare chest as we walked. I couldn't help it that he was so… hot. Never had I thought anyone back at home was hot or anything near it really.

Walking through the light rain, I still didn't keep my eye on where we were going, only on the ground that we walked upon and so it turned out, not even that when I almost fell over a vine. Luckily though, Jacob caught me, once again and once again I was shocked by how warm he was.

"I don't think you should come out into the forest," he chuckled.

"I think so too." I pursed my lips into a straight line. I never fell over back in Oz; there was hardly anything to fall over out there compared to Forks!

We walked slowly to the end of the path and I could see my house from where we stood. It was almost dark when we got there, and I didn't think that Jacob really wanted to leave me.

"So I'll see you around, right?" he asked with a coy tone.

"Sure," I nodded with a smile. "Thanks for your help."

"No problem." he smiled back, in a beautiful white smile.

I began to walk towards the house and then realized he hadn't moved a step from where I had left him.

"Is everything okay Jacob?" I asked stopping and looking back to him. I would have asked him inside, but it wasn't my house to invite him in and also I had only just met him.

"Yeah fine," he smiled again, but this time it was half-heartedly. "See you later Jade," he waved and headed back off into the forest that we had only just came from. He couldn't live in the forest, could he? I thought it was a little odd to how he dressed and just so happened to be in the think forest at just the right time.

I walked back inside, cold and wet. As I passed a mirror in the lounge room, I almost screamed when I saw my hair. It's normal of been dark brown –almost black– and dead straight –just how I liked it– was fluffy and curly. I looked like a cute little princess from the stinking rain! I hated Forks! I ran upstairs and into my room, getting out my hair straightener and turning it on. There was no way I was going to be putting up with cute curls! I ran the straightener through my hair ten times and each time my hair only went fluffier. I gave up on the whole thing and just pulled my hair up into a pony tail. I would just have to fix it later or put up with it all together if I couldn't fix it with something. Things around Forks were getting better and better by the second!

I went back downstairs, picking up all four of my boxes and taking them up to my room. I unpacked my huge map of Australia and placed it on the wall behind my small table for a dresser with draws. I sat back on my bed, making sure that it was straight on the wall and then started to put out the pictures of my friends and family from back home over the dresser. It took me four hours and I was done.

I sat back on my bed, looking at the map of Australia, thinking deeply. I couldn't wait until I had a job, was eighteen and could move out of Forks and go back home. It was only two years away from happening I hoped. I had just turned sixteen, so I only needed to wait two years and in the mean time I could get some money, but I had no idea how to get money in a place so small. Back at home I helped people around us doing huge jobs and getting good money from doing it. I still had some of the money there, but it wasn't enough sadly to buy a house or go back home.

I looked out my window to the forest. It was dead dark outside, but something was pulling me in. It felt like someone had a rope around me and was pulling me in towards the forest. I shook my head, feeling stupid and pulled the blinds down, trying to forget it.



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