Learning to Fall
Someone is waiting, someone who understands exactly how you feel. Someone is dreaming, someone is hoping just that this will be the day, that you take your eyes off the ground—out of the blue—and see that someone is looking right back at you. Maybe that someone's me, maybe it's meant to be lovers, strangers, sometimes bombs fall quietly… Maybe it's hard to see that someone is the right one, well I hope that someone is me.
Jacob Black was sitting in his tiny, yellow kitchen, eating a sandwich and chewing his bites with a careful thoughtfulness. His mind was obviously somewhere else, or more correctly, with someone else. Bella Swan. The quirky, clumsy, beautiful girl-not-so-next-door, who was also his best friend and, ironically enough, in love with his natural enemy. Thinking of that bloodsucker was enough to boil Jacob's blood, but especially now since he had caught wind of Edward's plans to change Bella and give her a fate so horrible, it was worse than death. Of course, sweet, innocent, (and sometimes naïve) Bella didn't know what she was to become. She didn't understand the severity and permanence of being changed into one of them. She wouldn't even be Bella anymore: her bloodlust would control her every move, every thought. What was Jacob supposed to do if she ever hurt someone, or worse, killed them? It was his job, (his birthright, actually) to protect anything and everything from the vampires: any vampire that ever bit a human—bite, not kill—would break the treaty and war would start. Lives would be lost, blood would be shed, and the careful balance of the vampires and werewolves co-existing would be shattered. And yet, if Bella ever killed anyone, Jacob could not see himself being able to destroy her… but, it wouldn't be up to him. If he couldn't do it, someone else in the pack would—for the sake of the lives of the innocent.