Fragments of a Conversation
By Casper
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AN: Written for twilightprompts livejournal, this is my take on Alice Cullen and Jacob Black's relationship. Platonic. SO no crazy fangirls attacking about the pairing, or I just might actually write one. :wicked grin:
This is set in the middle of Breaking Dawn and may contain spoilers, so be warned.
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Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer.
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Rated: PG / T
She stood at the doorway, waiting for me to return back from my patrol. The constant running around in the circles of the perimeter already started to wear on me and the others nerves. I felt the need to break free, run. Escape.
Yet I held tight on those reigns and continuously kept coming back to the source of my pain, protecting it even.
Alice tilted her head to the side, watching me carefully. After a moment she finally addressed me. I nodded. She really was about the only other Cullen I could tolerate besides her father.
Well, maybe Esme. But even she, and her sweet and gentleness, seemed to stir me wrong.
Walking into the house, I plopped to my usual spot on the floor with the door wedged open for fresh air. She stepped over my legs as if she were dancing before bending down. "Do you mind?" She waved her eyes toward the spot beside me. I shrugged.
It had become almost a routine. Where I would come and take my spot by the door, ready for sleep while she always asked to keep me company. Liking that she always waited for my answer, I watched as she gracefully folded her legs beneath one another and leaned against the hard wood of the wall. "Any good news?" I asked, my eyes half closed already. How easy it had become to trust being around this little one.
She let out a sigh that told me my answer already. "Not really. But nothing turned for the worst either."
I mumbled an okay for letting the drowsiness take me. Barely aware, I felt the lift of my head as once again, the stubborn woman put a pillow underneath and gently let go of me as I fell to it.
It smelled. But then I could careless anymore.
This strange little routine seemed so out of place, and yet, the reality of it still baffled me. A vampire and a werewolf. Friends. Comrades.
Maybe Seth was right. One eye cracked open as I felt Alice fall back in place beside me. "You okay?"
She seemed stunned at first before letting out a sigh. "Been better. But I've also been worse."
I gave out a small laugh. "Yeah." I thought. "We make the weirdest creation here you know."
We both laughed. "Yes, indeed. The headache pain relief for vampires."
"And the pillow buffer for werewolves. Strange how were so opposite and yet at the same time aren't."
We remained quiet after the amusement died and my body couldn't delay anymore with its much needed rest. "Nite." I whispered, though it was still very bright out.
"Good night, Jacob." She whispered charmingly. That was the last I remembered of the conversation as tight, strong hands of sleep pulled me into the darkness.