AN: So, I'm doing this thing called FanFic100 on livejournal. My character is Jacob Black. The point is to write 100 fanfics on the character, using this table with 100 prompts. It should be pretty fun, and I'll update about once a week

Disclaimer: I don't own it, it's simply one of my many toys. (Guess the real lyrics and win a prize!! I don't own the song either...)

Fire

I climbed out of the Rabbit, elated from Bella's confession, but disconcerted all the same. I didn't think I was getting sick, but there was really no way to explain the way I was feeling…

Grimacing at the sensations I was experiencing, I meandered up the path. I really wasn't in the mood for dad's overly careful, observant, sneaking attitude today. Still, life could be worse. That Cullen kid could still be in town. It made me glad that he had left, even though it nearly destroyed Bella. I wanted to kill him just thinking about it. Either that or thank him… I shook my head. I probably was sick. At the very least, I was clearly delusional.

I reached the front door and pushed it open a little harder than necessary. It slammed into the wall. Oops.

"Jacob? Is that you?" I heard Dad call.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Come here for a minute, would you?"

"Sure," I replied, following the sound of his voice to the living room. I looked around the corner to see him sitting on the couch, watching the game. Stepping closer, I glanced at the TV, vaguely interested in the score.

"Wow," he said, sounding playfully concerned, "you look strange."

That was all it took.

The next thing I knew, I was burning. Scorched by the flames that seemed to come from within, consuming me and changing me on their way out. The heat slithered down my spine, seeming to melt the very core of me. It scared, no, terrified me beyond belief. There was no way to hold it back, or escape it, though I trembled from the effort. It didn't take long for the pressure to build until I exploded.

Suddenly, I was a whole lot bigger. Everything looked so strange! And my senses were all out of whack. I definitely shouldn't have been able to smell the garbage, which I had just emptied yesterday, from the next room. But I could. I turned my massive head to look toward my father, only now noticing him cowering against the far wall. He started speaking to me as the reality of the situation began to kick in.

"Jacob, you need to stay calm. This will be explained to you shortly. I just need to get to the phone…" He started toward me, and I went ballistic. I had barely even heard him speaking. Now I turned and tried to fight my way outdoors. I felt claustrophobic inside, and needed air and open spaces. Immediately. There was only one thing in my way, besides the insignificant piece of wood called a door. And that was my father. For the briefest moment, I thought of attacking him. I waved my head back and forth and backed away from him toward the door, which I tore down on my way out.

Instinctively, I ran away from the town, heading for the forest. I was frightened beyond comprehension. I had no idea what was going on, or what the hell had just happened to me. All I knew was that the liquid fire had caused it.

That was when the voices started.

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