Author Notes: So I know this might piss people off but don't feel that way! I did not forget about Alpha's Chase! I have been trying to write but every time I try, I can't finish a sentence, I'm just waiting for a bit of inspiration and while that happens, I decided to write another story that popped into my head. I have no clue what I'm doing half of the time, I just writing whatever is up there in my noggin. Anyway I hope you guys like this and feel free to question and curse me out but do not curse me and send ninjas to my room…-shudders- just don't!

I'm just giving both views of the boys so you can see how they are and how they got there. And yes it is short BUT! There will be flashbacks, as I believe that is how things are processed in the brain….therefore yes.

Now read dammit!

Rating: The entire story is probably going to be Rated NC-17/Mature. Mature for future smut.

Disclaimer: See the thing about this is that I had a dream that I totally was responsible for Twilight, but then I woke up and Jasper stared me in the face and slapped me silly with a flash of annoyance, claiming that he was tired of my weird vibes and that he knew I totally stalked him. So in totality I do not own Twilight, because if I did, there would have been a lot of boy kissing boys and less helping helpless human girls…..

Summary: Jacob goes out one night only to wake up in the back seat of a van, drenched in blood and sitting on ice. Next he finds himself flung onto the ground, looking up at the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, "Help me.." was what came out…. SLASH

Chapter Title: (Teaser Chapter) Lurking Thoughts

JACOB POV

Now that I think about it, this wasn't my biggest mistake of the night, it may have been a quirk in my problem but it didn't put a dent into my future like the rest of the night had….

Earlier that morning.

I sat on my bed, in some baggy sweatpants, leaning to one side, resting my elbow on my knee as I used that same hand to towel dry the mop of hair I had. Shaking my head harshly I rolled my eyes at my friend's half-assed attempt to make me consider going to a party they were just "dieing" to go to. Peeking up through my lashes I looked at Embry and Quil, my two best friends and the two most annoying guys you would ever meet.

"Jake. JAKE! Jake!" Embry whined even though he knew full well I could and was listening to them. Angling his head to the side was my first signal that he was going to try and tackle me, he never had let that habit go once we quit middle school football and it was what alerted me when he was going to tackle or try something idiotic. I waited until I saw his left calf tense before hopping off the bed right as he dove for me, only catching his face into my mattress as me and Quil busted out laughing as Embry lifted himself off the bed, turning around his face beet red and he was glaring. He was so cute when he made that face and I couldn't help but walk to him and hug him tight, shaking him a bit before I felt him loosen up and start laughing as well. I squeezed him once before I let him go. Anyone else would have freaked out by a guy hugging them but we were like brothers and if we couldn't hug each other then there wasn't a point in saying we were family, right? Taking a step back I stated the favorite phrase we just loved to use,

"No Homo!" I pushed him again and he pushed me back, shoving against my dresser, I leaned against it and sighed heavily. "Alright, I'll go." I knew I would regret it but I couldn't let my boys down. Quil, who had been texting on his phone non-stop, looked up and cheesed, but went back to texting.

"Dude, what the hell?" I asked agitated and snatched his phone away, scrolling through his text messages, seeing as they were all from a girl, I handed him back the phone and raised an eyebrow, still waiting on an explanation. He saw his friend purse his lips and roll his eyes.

"It's this girl I've been seeing, she's in college, it's her party we're going to." he said in all one breathe and now I understood why he was making an effort to make me go and he just further answered my internal question, stating, "and she has like 2 friends and their cougarish, ya know. So, Dammit you motherfuckers owe me, so now is the time to pay up." he said with such conviction that I couldn't even laugh, I just turned and started to dig into my drawers for something to wear for the day.

Later that night. Now this, this is where I should have shoved my love of brothers out the window and told them to fuck off….

After hanging out all day with Embry and Quil kind of made me antsy but I just wanted to get this day and party over with, so tomorrow I could hang out at the house all day in my boxers, eating cereal and watching TV. Since my dad, Billy and his best friend Charlie Swan, would be fishing all day, I could have the house to myself. I know most kids would try and throw a party or some dumb stuff like that but when your dad's best friend is also the Chief of Police, it doesn't bode well to do anything out of the law, without worrying for your well being. Anyway, here I was in the back of some truck, with Quil and his so called girlfriend driving, while I and Embry, sat in the back, watching the miles of road, aligned with trees, taking us further into nothingness. We thought it was all a joke until we saw that we were entering a community with houses and stores, I guess we were right outside of the Port Angeles, the houses reminded me of those movies that the frat houses were all on one street. We pulled up to one; the shingles on the roof were painted blue and looked brand new. Figures because the rest of the neighborhood looked pretty richey rich for me. Sighing I unlocked the door and opened it, sliding out the Escalade, shaking my hand through my hair as I looked up at the house, I had a bad feeling and it wasn't that "you're going to twist your ankle tonight" weird feeling it was more like "say bye to your ass," kind of weird feeling. I felt something hit my shoulder and brush past me, looking up I saw Embry give me a weird look, tilting his head toward the house, eyebrows raised on his face. Huffing I started after him, following him to the house that smelled like rich people, if that even made sense.

Stepping into the large house I saw tons of people bustling around with drinks in their hands and in fancy get up clothes. I sighed and looked for Embry, after a couple minutes of walking around I spot him talking to a girl, or better yet mauling her face off with his mouth as Quil is doing the same with his date, I sighed and started to walk toward them before something huge stops me from moving. Looking up, I glare at the guy blocking my path, he looks sinister and should be a gothic event for the devil for all I'm concerned. Straightening up I glare at him and move past him only to feel my wrist being grabbed to hard I gasp out loud. Too quick to keep count I feel something solid pointing at my back and I knew that if I survived I would always listen to my weird little feelings. Dragging my eyes from my friends, I try and look around for a weapon, but before any idea pops into my head, I feel him lean down to my ear level.

"I wouldn't think of that kid." he stated simply, as if he was disagreeing with me on my music choice. A that moment he started to drag me back toward the front door, before I could even get a scream in, he jerked the barrel of the gun behind my head making me look up to see two guys near Embry and Quil as they kissed the girls, oblivious to what was happening.

"Do anything stupid and you'll just end their lives too, I don't need three bodies tonight but extra money is always appreciated, would you like to donate?" he snapped at me, and I could feel his sneer grow with a smile as I held in a whimper and shook my head. I closed my eyes and silently said goodbye to my family and friends inside of my head as I followed my captor backwards, outside of the house. When I felt him stop, I sighed and planned to turn around but soon all I felt was something blunt hitting the back of my head next all I could see was blackness as I felt my body hit the ground and the was last thing I remembered before I woke up in the back of some smelly van blinking frantically because the bright light of the sun was peeking through the badly painted windows, looking around I noticed for the first time that I was freezing and weak, feeling around with my fingers I felt the ice and then all my nightmares came through when I heard a thick accent call that we were almost to wherever the hell we were going. I tried to move my head but stopped trying after it felt like it break from just the slightest of pressures, as my eyes strained I noticed a red contained attached to whatever I was in, but paying closer attention to it, the red was moving, swallowing the bile that rose in my throat, I gazed at my arm and saw the needle that was attached to a tube that streaming red fluid from me to that blasted container. I felt my breath become quicker and my head become lighter and before I could think of anything else to do, I opened my mouth and let my lungs do what they do best, blow air out of my body to produce a voice, and I screamed that air out as hard as I could. I felt as the car jammed up as if someone hit the brakes too hard, I should have shut my mouth but I didn't, I was going to die but not like this, I'm too young this can't happen to me, I didn't do shit to anyone. And instead of screaming "ah" I let a "fuck you" come out as the van smashed onto its side and I felt my body fling about the box-tub thing I was in, until my body flung out and landed where the door was. Not being able to move and hold to anything due to lack of blood in my system, I couldn't help myself when the van was lifted or it felt that way, and chucked somewhere else. During this short period of time I saw rather felt, when my body flew forward, breaking the front window, going through said window, following the air as I spun and spun, becoming dizzy, before I hit the ground with a loud thud. And again for the second time in my life, I knew this was the beginning of a certain end for me. I was too weak to handle any movement, too drained of emotion besides my blood to handle anymore abuse, I never considered myself weak but there was no other way to explain why I wasn't fighting back, my father always taught me to fight back. Letting my head fall to the side, I closed my eyes and took shallow breathes, hoping that my end would come sooner rather than later, because I couldn't take anymore of this shit.

I heard bangs and thuds, feeling the earth beneath me shake and before I knew it, I felt a breath on my cheek. It was cool and made me whimper as I fought the urge to cry, knowing this was death itself coming to collect me, why the fuck was I so special, he had to come himself, the fucking bastard, I'm a fucking kid ya know, I-.

My ramblings were cut short as I felt something rubbing along side of my face, down into the crook of my neck. I heard them suck in a breath and then I felt something scratching my skin, my ears perked up when I heard a distant shouting but cut it short when my head was moved bringing my face from the angle it was in, which was a relief as I felt my neck creak from the position. A freezing cold hand cupped my cheek, and if I was correct the hand was trembling, I felt fear and anguish flow through me and I knew for some unknown reason it was coming from the person or whatever that was hovering above me, slowly I opened my eyes, only to close them quickly because of the blinding light again, but this time the light was almost shiny, as weird as that may sound. Trying again, I peeked and saw the most beautiful man above me, I felt something in me shift and my slow heart ached to be able to beat faster, I sucked in a breath when I looked into his eyes. Dark amber almost like a low lit fire, were his eyes, and they held so much pain that I couldn't take it, I tried to lift my hand but when I found I couldn't I just stared at him, and with as much energy as I could, opened my mouth to say something, to say anything. "Help me.." was what came out, I don't know if I was subconsciously hoping he would, but when he stared at me with such intensity, still caressing my cheek with his thumb, I felt something swell inside of my chest as he picked me up bridal style and ran, or did we fly. Am I in an airplane, what the hell?

I couldn't keep track of what was going on but I know we bumped into something that made my angel, yea angel. It fit perfectly. It made him stop, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on and I was content to be in his arms my last dying minutes. I heard the other say something that sounded like "not a good idea" but then there was a growl from some animal, oh god what if they were attacked, but then everything didn't matter because he heard his angel speak for the first time.

"He's mine and that is final. Let's get home, he has to survive, I can't think-." my angel was cut off by the other being there as they said, "Alright Jazz, but you better get ready for the wrath, because it's going to be hell to deal with a newborn." Making me think about whose baby, and what if he was married, he was a father?

"Don't worry Em, he won't be that bad, I have a feeling, he'll be perfect.." it was the last thing I heard him speak before I passed out, hoping that when I woke up I was warm and still in his arms, that come to think about it, were fucking freezing.

Ending Author Notes:

Okay to start off, how did you like it. I know I made Jacob a little of everything, weird, punk, confused and etc, but its how it flowed out. I'll be putting up Jasper's POV as soon as I'm done with it. I'm really writing this on no sleep and being annoyed with my dog that has made me walk him 7 times today! SEVEN! Any who. Gratzi for reading as always.

And the "No Homo" statement is not being homophobic in any way. I completely support everyone in their choice of partners and personally I believe gay men are hot as fuck. Anyway, it was something I thought to put that in there, it'll work out in the end but I just wanted to say that.

Now further than that, please feel free to review and give me any ideas or message me and badger about plots and grammar. I planned to write more and I am, but I didn't want to write so much and then have no one read it. By no means do I write for the public most of the times but when I post something on here which I have done, (even though its nerve wracking!) I tend to write these stories for you guys and gals. So holler opinions, it makes the experience all that more delightful.

Have a blessed day.

Rage

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