Okay, so this is my first posted fanfiction on this site. I don't particularly like the Twilight novels. I hate pretty much all the characters except the werewolves, Alice, Emmet, Jasper, Carlisle, and Charlie. I think the plot is stupid. I really, REALLY hate Edward and Bella and their crazy relationship. But for some reason I just couldn't put the stupid things down. I think I read all four in under a week. But anyway, I decided to write this little piece to satisfy my imagination. Please read and review : )
It was raining heavily as he ran, fat droplets dripping off the slick leaves of the evergreen trees. He ran faster than he'd thought possible, the wind whistling in his ears, making his eyes water. His enormous copper paws hardly touched the sodden ground, though they should have been earth-shattering because of his size. The warm summer rain dripped through his thick, shaggy fur, but he hardly noticed. He was happy, really and truly happy. This surprised him. It had been a while since Jacob had felt that way.
Then, without warning, his happy feeling was replaced by an intense and blinding pain. He stumbled to a halt, howling violently as spots clouded his vision. When the bright stars cleared a little, Jacob noticed two things immediately.
The first was that his front right paw was trapped in a steel bear trap. It wasn't just any normal bear trap either; it was enormous. Big enough to capture a giant wolf, in any case. It clearly hadn't caught its intended prey, but Jacob was caught at any rate.
The second thing he noticed was that he was not alone in the small clearing. He turned his pain-clouded eyes to the right and saw a girl kneeling in the mud, a small paring knife in one hand and a hand-made leather pouch in the other. She was gaping at him, too shocked to move. Jacob couldn't blame her. An enormous wolf had just skidded to a painful halt just a few yards from where she knelt.
Jacob didn't recognize the girl, which surprised him. They were in the forest surrounding La Push, the Quileute Indian reservation where Jacob lived, so the girl should have been a Quileute. She clearly wasn't. Even though her skin was sun-kissed and bronze, she was not Native American. Her hair was a strawberry-blonde color, something nobody on the reservation had. It was curly, and pulled back in a loose braid. The rain was slicking it to her forehead and neck. She was dressed in a dark blue sundress that was completely drenched from the rain, though she didn't seem to notice. She also didn't notice the way the wet cotton clung to the curves of her figure, just stared at the giant wolf with enormous blue eyes. She was barefoot, and her feet were muddy, as were her knees under the skirt of the blue sundress.
Another bright flash of pain shot through his right forepaw, and Jacob let out a low, whining growl as the intensity momentarily blinded him.
"You poor thing…" The girl murmured, surprising him. Jacob glanced her way. She had risen from her kneeling position, dropping both her paring knife and the bittersweet nightshade she had been gathering into the Native American pouch. Slowly, ever so slowly, the girl took a minute step towards him. "Don't eat me. Don't eat me." She chanted under her breath. Her voice was light and lovely, distracting Jacob momentarily.
As he watched in fascination, pain forgotten, the girl inched closer to him, closing the gap between them. Then, keeping her intensely blue eyes locked on his black ones, she knelt before him and wrenched the enormous metal bear trap open with a great deal of effort.
When he felt the pressure on his leg alleviate, he stepped backwards immediately. The girl let the metal jaws of the bear trap clang shut, the sound reverberating around the calm clearing. A few birds fluttered from the trees above them, startled by the sharp noise.
The girl kept very still as she kneeled in the mud, never taking her eyes off Jacob's. She looked afraid that he still might bite her. To show his appreciation at being helped, Jacob licked her cheek with his long, rough red tongue. The girl laughed delightedly at his reaction and reached up to scratch behind his ears pleasantly.
Jacob allowed her to do so for a moment, then he nuzzled her forehead and disappeared into the forest, running more carefully this time. He knew his brothers would laugh at him for thanking the girl, but she had helped him out. It would have taken any one of his brothers a minute or two to reach him. He was a good ways out in the woods.
Jacob was in rather a foul mood when he arrived at the home he shared with his father, Billy. He morphed back into the six-foot-one Quileute Indian boy he really was, leaving his wolf form behind for now. He grabbed the pair of blue jeans he'd left hanging on the porch railing and pulled them on over his lean, muscular form. Then he entered the house.
Billy was sitting in his wheelchair in the kitchen, cleaning one of his rifles. He glanced up at his son's entrance and noted his disheveled appearance. "Did you have an interesting afternoon?" He queried.
"Mm." Jacob muttered noncommittally, going over to the refrigerator and grabbing a carton of orange juice. He was reluctant to share his strange encounter with the even stranger girl in the forest with his nosy father. It was a private, embarrassing moment, and his brothers would already know about it. He didn't think his father needed to know as well. His right arm was already completely healed, hiding all evidence of the bear trap.
Billy returned to cleaning his gun while Jacob drained the carton of orange juice and tossed the empty carton into the garbage bin. "Well, don't make any plans for tomorrow afternoon." He said in an off-hand sort of voice.
This caught Jacob's attention. "Why?"
"An old friend of mine moved back into town." Billy answered, still nonchalant. "He's getting on up in years, and his house needs some repairs that he can't do himself. I told him I'd send you over a couple afternoons a week to help out for a month or so."
Jacob let out a low, frustrated growl. "Dad," He complained. "I don't really think that Sam will approve of that-"
"Sam will do what I tell him." Billy said darkly. "Dammit, Jake, can't you just do what you're told and try not to be rude? Besides, it's summer vacation. You've got nothing better to do."
Jacob knew better than to argue, but he was grumbling under his breath as he set about making dinner for him and his father.
I know this was a short chapter. The others won't be as short. This story is already completely written. This is only 1 1/2 pages of a 43 page story, so there's still quite a bit to come. Please leave me reviews!