Ch. 1

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters. The belong to the wondrous Stephenie Meyer who pwns all. Although, if I did own them...hehe

Also, this is my first Twilight fanfiction, so if there are any mistakes please excuse them.

He found her in the forest.

She smelled slightly repulsive, but in a way, kind of enticing.

And he had no idea why.

Tuesday was a nice day.

A nice day to go swimming, or walking on the beach, or just sitting on the porch.

Although those things were nice, Jacob Black decided to do something even better. A quick run through the surrounding forest of the La Push reservation.

Yes. That always was refreshing.

It was even better when he transformed, but he decided not to take his chances. You never know when some stupid teenagers might be roaming through the forest. He was lost from the world.

Carefree.

The lush green foliage becoming a blur as his legs whisked his body gracefully through mazes upon mazes of trees. He always loved the feeling of the air rushing past him, running through his hair, past his arms, all over. It was just exhilarating!

The shear feeling of freedom--- it was overwhelming!

However, he was soon jerked away from his fantasy world by a sharp odor.

(Jacob's POV)

I love the scent of the forest in the morning. The trees, and the moss, mixed with the always heavy, damp air.

Zoning out was almost always a given when running though the forest. I was so out of it that I didn't even realize the intruding odor until it hit me head on, in an overpowering concentrated form.

It stung my nose, and burned my eyes like a strong cologne. In fact it struck me so quick I almost fell over from shock.

I stopped, slumped on a nearby tree, trying to locate the source of the smell. My eyes scanned over the area: trees, trees, and more trees. Person.

The person was sprawled out on the tree trunk awkwardly, looking malnourished and half dead. Without thinking, I edged nearer, trying to place the almost familiar scent. As I neared, the stench grew stronger, yet in some way it was drawing me closer, closer, until I could see a face.

"Hmm..." I got even closer.

"Holy shit!" Too close!

When I saw it's face I drew back in part horror and disgust. It was a girl roughly around the age of 16. Her face gaunt, partially sunken in as if she had been starved, and also her skin held an unnatural hue. However the key ingredient that caused my outburst wasn't her appearance, but her scent, which finally registered in my mind as:Bloodsucker.

Instantly disgust surged though my body making me want to transform and rip her limb from limb. A low growl rumbled in my throat. I was shaking so fast--

Until she opened her eyes.

They were as black as pools of infinite ink. They screamed, they cried, all in one look. They spoke: Please don't hurt me. Please go away. Please don't get near me. Please, just leave me!

I stopped. Right then and there. All the anger, hate, disgust, and every other foul feeling that infested my body had been dispelled, and replaced with sadness and pity.

I didn't realize what I was doing until I actually did it. I picked up the frail girl, and started to make for my house. I didn't want to think of the consequences, or the dangers of what would happen if I brought a vampire to the village. All I wanted to do was stop this feeling that was ripping though my chest.

(still Jacob's POV)

I sighed.

"This is some deep shit Jake." I mumbled to myself, running my fingers though my hair.

For a while, I had been just sitting there, staring at the girl who laid peacefully on the bed.

We were in a motel. After running for about 2 miles, it suddenly hit me! I can't take her home! That would be enough to cause an all out war between the vampires and wolves! So instead, I resolved to take her somewhere farther from the village.

Somewheresafer.

She moved in the bed and whimpered. Curiosity burned in my mind, why was she in the forest? Why were her clothes in shreds? And most of all, why isn't she attacking, feeding off of, humans?? Aren't newborn vampires supposedly born bloodthirsty and uncontrollable?

I knew she was thirsty. Her eyes were darker than dark, unlike the amber or scarlet red color that filled the eyes of well fed vampires.

I shook my head in frustration. "Why don't I hate you dammit! Why can't I just leave you without feeling guilty? Why are you so different from other vampires?" I spat out, speaking mainly to myself.

"Sorry."

I almost jumped from the sudden shock. I looked at the girl. She was sitting up now, her arms under the blanket. Eyes, still just as captivating.

Clearing my throat I spoke, "Your awake?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "More like conscious."

It was silent for a while, but then she spoke again, "How do you know what I am?"

Sighing, I moved to the chair beside her bed. This was going to be hard to explain.

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