Trouble

By: Thank the Fox

Prologue – Invitation

Jacob was upset and angry. There were no other words for it. After falling in love with that leech, leading him on, and then kissing him; she has the nerve to invite him to a vampire wedding. A vampire wedding between her and someone else, a leech, even when he was sure she loved him and he loved her.

He was furious. Such thoughts fell away as he though of her though. Jacob could never be angry at Bella. Why couldn't he be angry at her? He wanted to curse and cry at the same time whenever he thought about her. He didn't know why she couldn't see that he loved her. Why would she give up her humanity? What had that leech done for her? Was it because he was rich? Was it because he was beautiful? Beautiful…what a laugh. He was inhumane.

But why? Why did he love her? She was pretty, but so where vampires. She was nice, but then she went and sent that invitation. Although, maybe the leech did it. Having a last laugh at werewolf's expense sounded like something he'd do.

Jacob started to slow down. He was miles away from her now but that didn't matter. He just wanted to keep running.

Why did he love her?

That was when he made his decision. He was never going back. He would never see Bella again. But what about the pack? If a wolf could sigh then he would have done it. He shook his head angrily trying to rid his head of all thoughts.

The pack could take care of itself. It wasn't like he was the alpha. Sam could take care of them. He told himself this over and over again.

He stopped running. Amnesia. Perfect. All he had to do was hit his head on that rock of there a few times and….

He wondered if it was possible for a werewolf to get amnesia.

Then he saw something that made him wonder if he already had it.

Was that…a fox? With…tails…lots and lots of tails! One, two, three, four, stop moving!

Jacob continued to watch the fox. It must have sensed this because its head snapped in his direction. The thing was going to give itself whiplash.

Then it began to run. Wait a sec…get back here!

He chased it and with his werewolf speed he was bound to catch it in like a second! Foxy you are mine!

…Dang that thing's fast.

Jacob must have chased the nine-tailed fox for hours. After watching its many-tailed-butt for so long he had finally managed to count the tails. He was beginning to tire. Even super-powered werewolves have their limits.

Why was the thing running anyway? He just wanted to see if this was magic or a genetic mutation or something like that. Oh right, wolves eat foxes.

Suddenly the thing stopped at did a complete one-eighty. Its blue eyes sparkled with a dangerous light. Jacob was mesmerized by those eyes. When was the last time he had seen someone with blue eyes? With all the leeches around it seemed that all he saw was that ugly piss-yellow and those crazy blood-red eyes. Blue was a nice change.

Then the thing snarled at him. Sheesh, no need to be so hateful.

He decided that if he didn't want a fight on his paws then he better do something quick. So, he lied down and rolled over, and he stuck his tongue out for good measure.

The fox stopped snarling. Then it turned and walked away.

Hey! The least it could have done was sit and look sorry for him. At least wasn't running anymore.

Then, the fox stopped and looked at him. An invitation.

So Jacob followed the nine-tailed fox. He should have realized though that getting involved in a fox's business only leads to trouble.

And in this case, from the wedding invitation to fox's invitation, trouble was only beginning.