Here we go again. Title: ShatterglassCh. 1 Good Tidings. Bad Omens.
Author: Me!
Rating: For now, PG, later chapters there'll be fowl language and dirty boy tomfoolery.
Pairing: Edward/Bella, Future Jacob/Edward
Warnings: Nothing. Eventual Gayness. That's about it for now. Well, there's probably going to be a bit of OOC, since I don't have the characters down pat, seeing as I've never read past Twilight. (Also: If someone wants or cares to explain Jasper's ability to me in detail, it'd be appreciated.)
Summary: Jacob always wanted an imprint. It just never occurred to him it could have irreversible consequences.
A/N: Again, this is my first venture into a solid multi chapter fic, in a fandom I'm only going off of what I've read other people
write, so any constructive... or I guess just plain criticism is wanted. I do love your reviews. Also: I still don't own anything.
Anyway, enjoy, hopefully. :3
Jacob and Bella sat and lay, respectfully, in different positions on the girl's bed , watching those bad infomercials that could always be found airing around two in the morning. This particular infomercial had two fiftyish year old men recording from one of their garages showcasing knives, aptly named 'The Knife Show.' It just happened to be one of Jacob's personal favorites simply because of how excited these two old men got over such a dorky thing as knives. He did, however, find himself almost ordering a knife with a large wolf painted on the hilt. Thankfully Bella had stopped him.
"Oh my God, Bells, you have got to check this one out!" Jacob exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the television, "That's not a knife at all! It's like… it's like a bastard sword or something!" One of the men on screen, decked out with a full on handlebar mustache, was indeed wielding a rather large blade in both hands. "I wonder how much it is."
"Jake…" She took a moment here to make sure she wouldn't lose herself to the laughter bubbling up from her stomach, "Jake, you are such a dork. It'd probably fall apart on the first day. You know how cheap these things are," she said with a smile. "Besides, where would you keep it… and…Wow," The man had just revealed the price of the knife," you couldn't afford that even if you sold a kidney… your heart… and your first three children!"
The wolf turned on his stomach so that he could glare back at the girl leaning against her headboard, "So!? It would be so badass. Everyone would be so jealous!" He even went so far as to stick his tongue out at his best friend.
"You do realize you're seventeen, yes?" she retorted, laughing hard enough to fall over.
"That doesn't mean I can't be super badass still." He couldn't help but to join in with the girl's contagious laugh after saying this. As his laughter started to peter out, he lay there with a grin watching the object of his affection continue to laugh as if her life depended on her bursting a lung. He felt his heart tear. Jacob loved times like these where it seemed as if they were the only two people on the planet. She was his world. If only—if only he could find a way to make her his, completely. This train of thought was cut short by a tap at the window.
Dread filled the shifter. He knew there was only one pers—thing that would be coming through that window this late at night, and with that realization dawning Jacob's beaming smile drooped swiftly to a scowl. Bella looked at the shifter, pleading with her eyes, "Please be nice. For me?"
Jacob glared at her, then nodded after a moment's thought, -For you. Anything for you.- After receiving encouragement Bella went to the window, deftly opening it with a swift movement. She stuck her head out the portal, and Jacob could discern some hushed words, nothing he could actually understand, even with his enhanced hearing. Edward stepped through the window, following Bella further into her bedroom. He looked over the girl's shoulder, locking eyes with the shifter before pulling his girlfriend into a strong, possessive embrace.
The younger male expected the jealousy; expected it and anticipated by meeting it head on with an almost impenetrable wall of ignorance, but… the shifter blinked a little, but this—this was different. The envy felt… off, misplaced. He shivered a little and attempted to brush it off.
Seeing the glare Jacob was throwing their way, Bella broke out of Edward's arms, "Now, you two play nice!" She demanded, warning heavy in her voice.
The two males glared at each other at being given an order, gold against brown. The vampire drew Bella back into his hold, still locking eyes with Jacob, establishing that she was in fact, his.
There it was again; that weird sense of jealousy. Again, the envy had a strange feeling to it, catching the shifter off guard and breaking through his carefully placed barrier. It seeped through his system, poisoning all of his thoughts. Startled by the sensation, the boy gritted his teeth and tried to shake the odd feeling off, thinking frantically, " I should… I should probably go, Bells." He grabbed his stomach, faking an ache, "I don't feel so well." He got up from the bed and made to leave.
Bella, leaving Edward's hold for a second time, walked over to the shifter and rested a hand on his arm, "Jake, are you alright?" She asked, concern in every word.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry," he responded reassuringly. He pulled her into a hug, subconsciously noting the lack of excitement he usual felt being in such a proximity to the girl. "I'm just going to go home. Call me if you want to do something tomorrow. I hope I'll be alright by then. Good night," he said, the last part he directed towards Edward, nodding at the vampire over Bella's shoulder. It didn't come out as coldly as he had intended it to.
"Night," Edward responded coolly, all the indifference Jacob had meant to imply dripping from the one syllable.
Jacob moves to leave, turning to wave as he gets to the door, "Later," and walks out, closing the door behind him.
Hearing the bike outside revving its engine to a start and pulling out of the driveway into the street, Edward looked at Bella who sat on the edge of her bed, worry etched into her every feature. "That was rather unexpected," he said to no one in particular as he goes to sit next to her. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, "Not unappreciated, but unexpected nonetheless."
The vampire looked up at the ceiling, trying to unravel the thoughts that had hit him as Black had left the room; there had been anger, then jealousy as expected, then, oddly enough, confusion. The consternation was a conundrum to the man, but he let it go, turning to the girl held tight in his arm. "Hey," he said softly, shaking her comforting, "I'm sure he'll be just fine," –as much as I don't care- he finished in his head.
"I'm just worried about him is all," she replied, leaning further into him by wrapping her arms around his waist, "I really hope he's okay. Something definitely seemed to be bothering him heavily."
"I'm sure he's fine," he repeated to the girl, emphasizing the second and fourth words. Edward looked up at the television and scoffed in disgust. That Black always brought out the worst in the girl, "Let's watch something with a bit more… intellectual integrity." He leaned forward out of Bella's hold, his intent on the dial that would adjust the channel. Content with the lack of objection when the girl let him go, he turned the dial on the prehistoric TV until it came upon a music channel that played piano literature past midnight.
He returned to the bed, taking up Bella's old position sitting up against the headboard, and patted the spot next to him, "Come here." Wordlessly she crawled back to where he sat, laying her head down in his lap and curling up along his side. The stayed like that, silently, for a long while. Eventually Bella fell asleep while Edward played with her hair mindlessly, still unraveling his thoughts on Jacob's odd behavior.