Disclamer: Saddly I don't own Twight. I don't make any money off of this work.

Warnings: This will contain grapic content of the male on male type. If this offends you then I would leave now or forever be scared. You have been warned thus no flamers.

Imprinting

By RuayHigirashi

"Get out of my face," growled one very, very livid Edward Cullen. "you flea bag of a mutt. You damn fag!"

Jacob clenched his fists together, trying his best to cool the anger rising in him. Oh how he would love, just fucking love, to change and rip the throat out of the thing in front of him.

"That's what you get you looking around in people's minds, you fucking bloodsucker!" Jacob said all this in a hoarse voice from effort. It was taking a lot out of him to control his anger.

"I'd have to be a mile away from you not to hear the thought going through your head. I said, 'get lost'!" Edward snarled back. His body was shaking with rage. All he want for Jacob to get the hell away from Bella's house and, as a very annoy voice reminded him, away from himself. Edward could not get rid of the vile feeling Jacob's thoughts had made. All he wanted to do was hold Bella and forget about them.

"I have every right to be here, just like you. So why don't you live if you have such a problem!" Jacob yelled at him. It took a few breaths to calm back down enough to stop shaking.

"Problem?! Tell me one reason why in the name of hell I shouldn't have 'such a problem'?" Edward voice was almost hysterical at this point. He had a few males think of him this way, but this . . . this was just beyond wrong!

"Because it was you snooping in my mind not the other way around. If you didn't want to know then you shouldn't have looked. I'm gonna go anywhere till I talk to Bella whether you like it or not. So leave or shut the hell up! It's not my fault you're a damn bloodsucker with special abilities! Maybe you this will teach you keep out of private places!" Jacob said in a low voice before he turned away from Cullen. Trying not only to calm down, but also to block Cullen out of his mind or at least trying. He really didn't like this anymore than Cullen despite what other parts of his anatomy thought. A very annoying part he might add.

"That is just disgusting!" Edward said. He decided that waiting in Bella's bed room would be much better than being near this hormonal mutt. He was gone in a flash.

Edward left behind an equally infuriated but oddly relieved Jacob behind. All he really wanted to do was change and run. Just run till all of this was behind him, till he was numb. But he couldn't do that. Oh, no. That would just be too easy for Jacob. On top of that it was because that damn Cullen.

In the middle of his internal seething, Bella's loud, which was quite the understatement, truck came into hearing range. At last, she was finally getting in on the receding action, he didn't like being alone with the Cullen. It was more unnerving than he wanted to admit, all he wanted to was just wanted to talk to her. Then of course, get the hell out!

A few minutes later Bella pulled into the driveway and turned off the deafeningly loud engine. Jacob sighed with relief that thing was off and that his waiting was over. It bothered him more to know that Edward's presence has this effect on him more than it bothered gun. Does that even make any sense? Did he really want it to make any sense?

"Jacob?" Bella's voice broke him out of his deep pondering. Jacob had about forgot about her pulling up.

"I need to talk to you for a moment." Jacob muttered almost too softly to be heard.

Bella tilted her head to the side and gave him puzzled look. "Come in and we'll talk. It's freezing out here, as usual," she added after a moment.

"No," Jacob declined quickly. "I mean it will only take a moment or two." he added after she had gave him a worried look. After taking a good long breath he started, "I've imprinted, but I have a problem and need to go looking for answers to fix it. I will be gone quite a while, mostly likely anyway."

"Imprinted? Who? What problem? Is she too young? Is she too old? Is she sick?" Bella shot off at him all at once.

Jacob sighed and put his head in his hands. He couldn't tell her yet. Hell, he couldn't tell anybody till he figured out if he can fix it or not. Well, not anybody who couldn't read his thoughts anyway.

Jacob chose his words carefully, "I'm not saying anything at the moment. The person knows, though it wasn't my choice to tell. I'm going to see if any legends concerning werewolves and imprintion say anything about imprints being changed or not. I most likely will be gone for a while, so don't fret."

With that he turned and started to walk towards the woods, but Bella's voice stopped him.

"Do you not trust me enough? I would never be biased with you!" she said sadly.

"It's not like that!" Jacob said, running a hand through his shaggy, black hair. "It's just…complicated. " he whispered before turning and disappearing into the woods. He could hear Bella's calls behind him, but he kept on all the same.

Jacob had to fix this somehow. There was no way in hell he was going to stay imprinted to Edward and he couldn't stand to see Bella anywhere near him. Dammit! Here he going with the unwilling jealousy again. And he didn't want to hurt Bella in anyway.

Why, oh why, could his life not be simple for once?

Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment to tell me what you think. This will be a long fic because let's face it, relationships and love do not happen over night.