Quintessential Author's Note: And yet another drabble series! I should probably be smacked in the face for not producing fic of actual fic length for months, but I promise I'm working on it! In the meantime... more drabbles! These were most likely written for challenges, or just for fun! They are all standalone unless I've stated otherwise.
They are usually romance, humor, angst, or gen (or some combination) but may be other genres; pairings include het, slash, and femslash/femmeslash; ratings are from K to M (warnings will be posted for mature content); word count is usually one hundred to six hundred. Updates are random, but usually at least four days apart. Spoilers for all current books (Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse) – any other spoilers will be marked accordingly. Most drabbles will be of non-canon pairings – if that's not to your liking, this might not be the place for you. Of course, comments are appreciated and loved!
I'll say this only once: Non-canon. You don't want to read it? I don't want to hear it. It's fine with me if non-canon isn't your cup of tea. But if that's the case, save us all some trouble and kindly just click the back button. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the franchise characters, settings, or trademarks featured in these drabbles. This includes any sequels, prequels and threequels in any form. This applies to all current and upcoming chapters.
Title: Namesakes
Characters/Pairings: Alice, Jacob ; Jacob/Alice
Author's Notes: Written for the Twilight Uncanon Drabble-a-Thon at Kaiwynn's Livejournal!
She smelled of gasoline rainbows and bloodlust. It made his gut churn wickedly, his heart snarl wildly in his chest. He could see her scent in the night, illuminated like the neon tails of speeding cars – it wound around trees, blurred by the speed at which she ran. He matched it, wind in his eyes and ears and nose, raindrops falling in ice cold bullets.
Shreds of clothing marked her trail, wisps of reds and denims, slivers of lace. She was making it too easy; his head grew clouded with anger. Did she think he was so stupid he couldn't track her through a forest they both knew like the back of their hands?
Finally he burst into the meadow. The moon dripped through gauzy clouds in patches of light latticework. She was half in the light and half out, split down the middle. Her pearl pale flesh shone, twenty-four karat eyes narrowed and blazing.
He shivered down the length of his spine, bones twisting and snapping in symphony until he stood on two feet, the color of sap-soaked bark. Her nose twitched in distaste. He stalked forward, towering over her, shadow veiling her moonlit half and casting her in total darkness.
"Dog."
"Leech."
And the dewy grass was cold, the rain making craters in his back; but she was an ice sculpture melting under him, he a forest fire flickering at her fingertips. The world jerked and stopped, the meadow rolled.
She growled.
He bit.