The Difference Between Fangs and Fur
By: SamIam313
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon they both belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Werewolves and Vampires have always been enemies since the beginning of time. But what happens when enemies become friends? Jacob/OC
Preface
I have always wanted to become something extraordinary since I was a little girl. I grew up in France in the early 1920's in a small village on the outskirts of Paris. I lived with my father who was in the army at the time, my mother who sold clothes in a small shop down the road, and my twin brother Sebastian. I remember clearly how I died, our neighbors the Williams, house caught on fire. Half the town was there trying to put out the fire. I had gone to help but my parents told me and my brother to run. The last time I looked back our house was turned to ashes and my parents were dead. We lived on the streets for a few days until a man offered us a place to stay. He seemed nice and I felt safe with him. His name was Alexander, I think. Anyway he was good looking with his dark brown hair that hung past his face and his brown almost reddish eyes. I was skeptical at first but my brother though it was a good idea so I followed him.
It was a two bedroom apartment that had one bathroom. Sebastian and Alexander shared a room and I slept in the other. A week later my brother went out to go fishing so I was left alone with Alexander. It started out okay at first, He was reading the newspaper and I was drawing. I looked up every once in awhile to see what he was doing. His eyes changed colors that day, they were now dark black. "Hey Amoura?". "Yeah?". "How old are you?". Such an common question that almost everyone asked. "17 and a half. How old are you?" I asked as my heart raced, his voice was so beautiful. "Old enough.". "Well how old would that be?". "I'm 21." "Where are your parents?" I asked. He chuckled. "Mom's a drunk and Dad's in jail." "Yours?" "Away." I said walking toward the bathroom. I couldn't handle this yet and I needed to be alone. I closed the door and locked it.
As soon as I went into the bathroom I smelled a very strong scent, It was coming from the laundry basket. I opened the lid and dug around, I was always snooping around. I had reached the bottom when I felt something wet and sticky brush against my hand. I brought my hand towards me, My hand was covered in blood. I reached in and grabbed the bloody t-shirt from the hamper. It was Alexander's shirt. I dropped the shirt and gripped the sink. I was alone here in a house with a murderer! I couldn't panic, But I had to get out of this house. I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a razor. I gripped it in my left hand and unlocked and opened the door. As soon I walked into the living room his eyes locked on mine. "Something wrong? You look pale." He said getting up. "I just need some fresh air, I'm going to for a walk." I said walking towards the door, As I reached for the handle, Alexander pulled me back. "I'll go with you." His eyes were black, cold and empty. "Thanks but no thanks, I'll be fine." My heart raced, I didn't want to leave. I waited for his reply but he just sat there. I dropped the razor onto the floor and quickly bent down to grab it. I accidentally swiped my finger against the blade. That's when I realized I was in trouble. I heard a loud growl and turned my head. Alexander bared his white sparkling teeth. He slammed me against the wall and into the mirror. That last thing I remember is his teeth biting into my skin and the burning that followed. After that it everything blacked out…
Authors Note:
So that's it for chapter one. Please review and let me know if you liked it!