HELLO PEOPLE!
This is just another story I had in my head. I decided to publish it to see where it takes me!
WARNING: This is my first Jacob-OC fanfic. Jake is sort of dark-ish, so I hope no one hates it.
DON'T WORRY, BLACKWATER FANS! I will be working more on EIO soon. Exams are a bitch, but once the summer starts, I'll have more time to get fat off of Girl Scout cookies (thank you, cousin Jasmine) and type until I get carpal tunnel and my eyes run out of eye juice.
Please don't critique too harshly
Howling At the Moon: Many have suspected, but only residents know for sure. But one rule is enforced: Stay away from the La Push reservation, or you will get hurt. Because once you get in, there's no way out. Third Person POV, Jacob/OC
Prologue: So the Story Begins
The large room was pitch black. Inane chattering filled the room. Such gruesome subjects! But they were being discussed in the light, offhand way one might speak about the weather. The huge bodies of the abnormally large males filled the room. They looked toward the stage from their seats, eagerly waiting for the event to come. Their supernaturally enhanced eyes reflected their anticipation and nervousness.
Tonight, each man would find their mate.
A large spotlight flickered on. The room erupted into loud cheers. Two men in fancy, expensive looking suits made their way to the center of the stage. A harried looking assistant quickly hooked up a laptop to the high tech projector on the pedestal and disappeared as quietly as he had appeared.
Nothing could go wrong tonight, or all hell would break loose.
A microphone was handed to each of the two men. They were the reason that this event even took place once a year. C.E.O William Black and Dr. Harry Clearwater, dapper gentlemen even in advancing age, peered across the room, taking note of everyone there. They weren't fazed by the large amount. They had done this many times before. Quil Ateara Sr., a prominent banker, made a motion from his seat at the exit, where he would collect the money.
Showtime.
The projector whirred to life as William cleared his throat. A simple glare from the two men on the stage had rendered the nervous teens silent. Their authority rang out throughout the room, filled every crevice, every corner.
The white screen behind the two men illuminated as they presented the images of attractive, innocent young women. No one knew how this Triumvirate of respected men found this information, and no one dared to ask. The males in the room seemed to be under a spell as the names were called. Everyone paid perfect attention.
A photo of two, particularly beautiful teenage girls filled the screen at the touch of the button.
They seemed to be at a water park. They had long dark hair, lithe, healthy bodies, and full lips. At first glance, the girls were nearly identical, but a closer look revealed a striking difference in their eyes. Although the girl on the right was wearing glasses, her greenish blue eyes a startling difference to her twin's light brown ones. Both girls were wearing bikinis and clutching bright towels. The girl in the glasses had on a plaid bikini, the bright neon colors striking against her tanned skin. Her sister was wearing a black and gold bikini, which left nothing to the imagination. They both looked perfectly healthy, which was required if they were to take up a residence in La Push.
Murmurs filled the room, but no one could claim either girl. They had known from the moment they had seen the picture that they could never claim them.
In the front row, where guests of prominence had been seated, one teen stiffened at the sight of the bespectacled twin. He ogled the picture shamelessly. The stirrings in his hard, cold heart had reached near painful proportions. He had to have her at all costs. He recovered quickly when his friend nudged him.
William asked once more if anyone could claim her.
"Going once..." He took another long look at the picture. Even pixilated and slightly off-center, his girl was a beauty.
"Going twice..." This was his chance. He felt something for her and was willing to explore his feelings. After all, she belonged to him now.
"Sol-..." The teen stood up, cutting his father off.
"She's mine. I will claim her." He made his way down the aisle. After jotting down a quarter of a million dollars, he ripped the paper from the pad and tossed it to Quil Sr., leaving without apologizing for his rudeness.
He stepped into the cold, dark night, hugging his jacket closer to him. This action was just a reflex. It was very unnecessary considering what he had become. His breaths made fat clouds of steam in the frosty, midnight air. He longed for a cigarette, but he had forgotten his pack at home.
The teen stopped at his car, fumbling for his car keys. Spying a smudge on the hood of the navy blue Aston Martin, he began to shake. It took every ounce of self control he had not to phase on the spot. The car was like his child. He had rebuilt it with his own two hands. Hours of labor and free time had gone into the rebuild of this car. The teen longed for the days of his early adolescence, when he had time to enjoy the activities that had made him happy before his change.
Don't be fooled, though. He wasn't bitter about it like a few of his other friends.
Settling into the dark leather seats, he plucked the picture from the file he was given. They had cropped her sister from the picture and blown it up. If he stared hard enough, it seemed like she was smiling directly at him. He was overjoyed to read of her virginal status. Inappropriate thoughts and images filled his head as he thought of everything they would do together. She would enjoy his plans immensely; he would make sure of it.
He tenderly tucked the picture back into the file. He started the car and the engine purred quietly, like a content kitten. As he drove, he thought of the fun he would have with her.
Jacob Black's full, dark pink lips twisted into a cold, cruel smile. "Let the games begin."
So...................... Whaddya think?