I promise, this story won't be biased. I love all the characters from Twilight, so there won't be any vampire or werewolf hating in this story :)
Sun vs. Moon- (all credit for the characters goes to Stephenie Meyer)
Chapter One: Imprinting
Leaves scattered as Jacob Black flew through the autumn forest, strewing them into tendrils of red and purple and brown. Breathing steadily, his muscles rippled as his four legs landed on the soft pads of his feet. His head dipped and dove, ducking out of the way of branches as he leapt through the forest, a blur in the morning light which filtered down to the ground through the opaque leaves and gaps between the thick tree limbs.
Two hawks flew over head, their eyes keened in on prey that scurried about on the forest floor. He heard the distant thoughts of his friends, his companions, and his pack.
Embry, Seth, let him go. Come back, now. Spoke Sam, the pack leader. He needed no haughty inflection or threatening sting—everyone obeyed him, no matter the deed, or the order—everyone except Jacob.
The tattered remains of what had been an oil-stained white shirt clung by its last grip to his matted russet hair. They rippled in the un-godly force of wind that came at them from all sides by the blazing speed Jacob held without effort.
Deep from within his chest, Jacob began to growl, a low, deep rumble, which rose from the pit of his stomach, escaping from his barred teeth. Their razor sharp edges gleamed in the sunlight—a deep contrast to the black hole of his mouth. It opened instinctively, releasing the growl into a high pitched howl. Birds flung from the trees in a frenzied haste, and the hawks left out an eerie cry of pain as the cracking noise pierced their unguarded ears.
Jacob clamped his mouth shut, pushing his teeth together hard enough to rub the razor edges together, forcing a screech from them. It was such a beautiful day, a day that he had been dying for, for a very long time. A smirk played across his lips as he held in his excitement for the moment. The jump would enjoyable, just to see if he could make it. The challenge suited his personality; after all, his entire teenage life had been filled with one challenge, the hardest challenge of his life—to make Bella mine, and only mine.
Since the night on First Beach, just west of the Quillete Reservation, he knew what his intentions would be for the rest of his incredibly long-drawn out life. He would make Isabella Swan his, and no one else's.
The bloodsucker—just the thought of Edward Cullen slowed his pace, causing him to omit a step, and left a sickening feeling in his stomach. The cold one who had left his love, the beast who had left the beauty, had no place in Jacobs' heart. He, Jacob thought, pointing out Edward, left her alone, left her in pieces. And Jacob was right, he had done that to her. Bella was left with a hole in her heart, mind, and soul, and she had come to him for help. He was the mortar that held together her bricks, always there to give more and more, whatever was needed, whatever she wanted.
Bella…
When she had been most disparaging, he had been most optimistic. When she cried, he held her, sometimes poking jests. She would look up at him, reddened eyes opening as a wry smile would creep up on her.
It had taken weeks to break down the fortress she had put up around her heart, but just her seeing him the first day she had brought their bikes to his home, he had dented that fortress. Each day, he widened the crack, until there was a hole just big enough for him to fit through. And from that day on, there he stood, her friend, someone that she had to hold onto for as long as she needed, or wanted. The bonus was that he never left.
A wave of anger coursed up and down his body, a feeling of hatred that had been passed down through his family's blood, a hatred for the very thing that Bella loved—the creatures, the monsters, the damned, and the sworn enemies of Jacob's kind. What was the difference, she had asked him one day, between him and Edward. Jacob told her that it was in the way he could touch her, hold her, and kiss her, even though it was normally forced upon her. He added that his heart was till beating, he still had to breathe, and he didn't have to hold back…
Yes you did, you piece of…he faded off, another pain shooting through his body at the recollection of something he knew he couldn't hide for long. The remembrance of what he had done tore through him, ripping every grip on reality that he had, away.
She responded sharply and yet with urgency in her voice. "But you are both monsters! Why, oh why can't I have both of you? I am so selfish, so terrible. I hate me for what I'm not," she then spoke, imitating Jacob's and Edward's responses when she had asked to become a vampwolf. "Poor little Bella, she can't be a monster too. Don't let her, the human, join in the fun!"
Jacob remembered his response, which was always sarcastic—his attempt to cheer his Bella up.
"But Bella," he looked at her, his jutted lips turned down into a frown. "I'm half human." And he was extremely good at the puppy dog face, his eyes sparkling at her, shining with an intensity undermined by the fact that she only saw him as her best friend.
His lips crawled upward into a smile. Even though it was true, she looked at him, perturbed at his mocking reaction.
Bella had been everything to him, filling up all possible space that was left empty when he became…the monster he was now.
The day his werewolf counterpart emerged from within him, was the worst, and best day of his life. It was horrible, the pain, the suffering of the change that took place. His entire body began to waver, and then, in a flurry of clothing and hair, he exploded into the form of his ancestors. No more did he have to endure the legend, knowing what he would eventually be. He was now the creature of haunting stories which kept small children under their sheets at night.
Jacob had worried, for weeks, that Bella wouldn't accept what he was, what he was going to be, forever. The thought stabbed at him, and he missed a breath.
It had been the happiest day of his life for one reason, a reason he had been praying for each night he lay awake, staring at his blank ceiling.
His prayers, with complete luck, were answered. Fate—some may call it, destiny others may refer to it as, but to werewolves, it was called imprinting. It wasn't love, it was something far deeper, and something that coursed through the veins of every male and woman werewolf. If one imprinted with another individual, they would do anything for that person, and keep them as their number one forever.
Jacob black, the werewolf, the monster, had imprinted with Bella Swan.
Now he just needed to figure out how she was still un-affected by the imprinting that normally, actually, one hundred percent of the time, which included both people falling head over heels for one another.
It was a tragedy, in the way that he couldn't have just her. It was always, Bella…and Edward. She had explained to him so many times, that she loved him, but in a different way. But Jacob Black was true to his colors, which he wasn't afraid to fly boldly.
He pursued, he never gave up. He pulled and twisted, stealing pieces of Bella as he came and went, knowing every second he was with her what his intentions had been. He never stopped, never let her go—never let her let him go. Even when she got so enraged by her best friend, he pulled her back, somehow, someway he didn't know, nor could he ever figure out. But deep inside, he kept telling himself one thing, one thing he knew that she knew, but was afraid to admit. Bella was in such deep love with her dear friend, Jacob that she couldn't tell. It was a radical and biased opinion, but it kept Jacob wanting, needing, and having to have his one love. But there had to be an antagonist, one who acted like a martyr
Jacob sneered at his name. He wished he had ended Edwards' life the moment he'd become the werewolf that he would be forever. But he did tear Edward apart, albeit the physical way. Jacob was mature beyond his young years, even though he acted childish very often on the outside, he knew just the way to take Bella. Instead of going for Edward, like most would think smart to do, he went for the one thing Edward couldn't stand to be without, his love, his life…
Bella…
It all ended one night—a night that he'd wished to be as every other one, just a night with his love. But he had to admit, no night was just a night with Bella.
Her presence, the glow of her pale skin, to his eyes, outshined even the brightest stars. He fell back into his memories, remembering that they had been sitting on the log where their first night was, where she had "flirted" with him, to get the story of the Cullen's out of him. He could remember the moon, with its glittering, ethereal reflections bobbing on the water that lapped at his and her feet.
"Bella, you know how I feel for you. You know what I am, and yet, you don't mind. I love that you take me for Jacob, not my other form. But I have to thank my other form for something, something neither you nor Edward can ever have. Bella," he stopped, taking her cool hands and placing them gently against his burning, chiseled chest. "I imprinted." He stopped, not saying with whom.
"Oh Jake!" she cried, wrapping her lanky arms around his neck. "I'm so happy for you! So…who's the lucky gal?" she questioned, almost over-enthused.
He waited, balancing out the options lain before him. Without waiting too long, he finally spoke up, taking her soft cheeks in his callus hands.
"Well…I don't know if she's exactly lucky." He said, producing a wry, quirky smile.
"Jake, please…any girl, who gets your endearment forever, is lucky."
"Well, I guess you're pretty lucky then." He allowed the words to depart on their journey to Bella's ears, letting them escape before his thoughts could hold them back.
There was only silence, as Bella looked at only the top of Jacob's head. That was all that was possible, because he had dropped it after the statement was uttered. His cheeks had brightened to a glowing red, and could be seen against the moon's rays.
She stood up, starring out at the waves which broke softly, lapping gently against her legs. No apathy seemed to resonate from her curved body, only a blank stare off against the horizon of the ocean which fell off into the night.
Jacob stood up resiliently, going up behind Bella without a noise, leaving every pebble in its immediate place.
He lithely wrapped his arms around Bella, bending his back to rest his chin on her shoulder. To break the stone silence, he clicked his teeth together, making the duo bounce up and down, his jaw pushing on Bella's shoulder.
She put a firm hand to his right cheek, spinning around on her heels, leaving another sharp silence. The stones which had been displaced by her movement rattled against each other, while burning gaze meant burning gaze.
"Why, Jake? Why didn't you tell me?" she screamed, her voice breaking off at the end. He could feel the hot tears soak his shirt, which stretched tightly against his toned body.
"But…Bella, please…don't cry, my love. It's a happy thing, a good thing, I thought you would be…well maybe not elated, but not sad." He said, pleadingly.
She then lifted her head, breathing out deeply, her sweet, mint breath revealing the gum she had been chewing. Her eyes were sparkling now, millions of dots dancing around, reflecting the moon.
Then she spoke, slowly, delicately placing each word. "Jacob…I, I wish…I wish I could give myself to you, I wish I could let my whole, fill up your half. But…tomorrow night…"she stopped, glancing sideways, down at the ground.
Her piteous voice began again, fluctuating as she tried to hold in her cries and whimpers. "But..." Jake interrupted her with a low, barely audible tone, rumbling through his body.
"…but he's going to change you tomorrow."
She discharged, her impulses overtaking her senses. Wailing, she buried her head deep into his chest, grabbing tightly to his white undershirt, which fit snuggly against his large muscles. Jake didn't return the favore. What favor? She thought to herself. She had just told a man that she loved, and man that couldn't love another woman but herself, that they could never be the way he wanted. The sobs took over, shaking her in her entirety. She suddenly realized she wasn't the only one shaking. Bella glanced up, her petite face shrouded over by a suit of terror as she watched Jacob's entire form shift and waver.
"Bella…go! Now! Get the hell out of here!" Jacob screamed.
His body shook, shaking and wavering before her, his fingers digging into her shoulders, piercing the skin.
"Jake! God-dammit, let go of me!" Bella beckoned in return to his warning. She tried to pull away, and escaped just in time. Jacob's hands slammed together just as she glided out from under the closing trap.
"Run!" Jacob ordered, falling to his knees on the pebbly shore. He drew his bleeding hands up, tearing locks of his hair out. Raising his head, Jacob starred into the sky, and left the rumble beckoning deep inside him, out.
The howl pierced the stillness of the silent night, standing Bella's hair on her arms on end. She didn't dare turn, remembering poor Emily, her face forever altered by her love, Sam.
Then, suddenly, she stopped, hearing the tearing of fibers and the scattering of pebbles, as Jacob Black twisted into his uncontrollable form, the form of a monster.
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