A Hybrid's Destiny
Characters:
Isabella 'Lynndsey' Turner Werewolf Alpha? Beta?
Jacob Black Beta Werewolf (La Push)
Jamie Turner Beta Werewolf, Isabella's brother
Cameron Meyer Alpha Werewolf, Isabella's sort of boyfriend
Jill Hathaway Isabella's friend
Bill Collins Beta Werewolf, Jill's boyfriend
Erica Simms Isabella's friend
Alex Holmes Beta Werewolf, Erica's boyfriend
Phoebe Halloway Beta Werewolf, Jamie's girlfriend
Roxxi Halloway Beta Werewolf
Chris Peters Beta Werewolf, Leah's boyfriend
Miranda Cullen Beta Werewolf, Isabella's cousin
Leah Turner Beta Werewolf, Isabella's cousin
I don't own Jacob Black, or the rest of Stephenie Meyer's characters, only the characters that I created.
Preface
Jacob. Jacob Black. I remember the day so clearly; the day my brother found Jacob in the forest behind our house.
It took my brother two hours to coax Jacob to shift to human form.
I'll miss him, I never thought I'd find someone like him, and then have him torn away from me by fate; the fate of my ancestor Lynndsey Black.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer; I only own the characters that I created for this story.
Chapter 1 – Jacob
"Keep up!" I yelled, "Jamie, are you letting me win?" I called back to my brother. I was still running at full speed to the house beyond the hill, the big farm house that I called home most of my life. I was so caught up in the freedom of running free that at first I did not notice how my brother was no longer behind me.
I finally turned around – running backwards – and noticed my brother slip into the woods, a worried look on his face. I frowned, what could be in the woods? That I did not know for sure. I decided to find out.
I followed my brother's scent into the woods and cut him off. "What's wrong? Did you see something?" I asked.
"Stay behind me, I'm not sure what it is, but I don't want you getting in the middle of it right now." Jamie said, shoving me out of the way and walking ahead into a small clearing. What we saw next would scare us half to death. A giant wolf, at least I was hoping it was just a giant wolf and not – dare I say it – a werewolf. It was definitely big for its size, about the size of a horse and just as thick as a pro wrestler on TV, with russet colored fur.
Altogether, it was beautiful, if you take away the part that it looked like it could rip apart even the strongest of buildings. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a bit, maybe a lot, but I was so not expecting to see another one outside of our own pack. I knew more existed, I just never thought I would get to meet one.
Jamie walked over to the sleeping wolf, and put his hand on its muzzle, snapping me out of my trance. I didn't know why, but I had been starring at it and taking in every inch of how it looked. I joined Jamie by its head and stroked its head softly just barley touching it; I could still tell that it was soft.
But I touched it enough to get a vision.
I gasped, jumping back and letting the vision take me into a new place.
Someone laughed, up the beach from where I stood. A woman's voice carried down to me.
I did not know where I was, but I did know that I was on the Pacific Coast. No, the Pacific Northwest Coast, but where exactly?
I decided to worry about that later, I focused on following the voice that carried down to me. I jogged up the beach, the laughter getting closer and closer.
Then I started to see the body that belonged to the voice.
She was beautiful, she had beautiful reddish brown hair, the kind of colure that everyone wanted in a box, but could never find. Its length was just below her shoulder blades. From my position behind her, I had a clear view of her body. She definitely had womanly curves, an hourglass figure, but more curve to her middle. She was exactly what most men wanted in a woman, pretty, athletic, model stance, and she stood with an air about her that said she neither cared nor knew how beautiful she truly was. She was the type to laugh in your face when you told her she really was pretty.
All the while I walked up behind her, getting closer, she didn't seem to notice, but then she spoke. "You don't let anyone compliment you on your beauty, and yet you will compliment me," she stated this with an air of confidence. I stopped behind her; she was no taller than me, about 5' 1".
She turned slowly, with a smirk on her pink lips, and one strawberry blonde eyebrow cocked up. Her blue eyes smiled back at me warmly.
I gasped, my eyes opening wide with recognition. She was me. It was that simple, she was me. There was no other explanation, except that she was my ancestor, the legendary Lynndsey Michelle Black Potter Lestrang Feyerabend McBride. The one who saved the world, over and over again.
"Actually I'm divorced now, and I only go by one last name at a time, and that would be my birth name, Black, Lynndsey Black. That's it, no more." She smiled a real smile this time.
"I'd ask how you know that, but I already know the answer."
"I'm sure you do, after all you are my flesh and blood."
"Why am I here?" I asked.
Lynndsey laughed, "You waste no time in gettin' down to business, do you?"
It was a rhetorical question, so I felt no need to answer it. Lynndsey laughed, and turned around, back to what she was looking at when I arrived. Her movement caught my attention and I stepped next to her looking down at the black and white marble headstones.
In Loving Memory of a Wonderful Husband and Father of Seven
Jacob William Black
October 18, 1990 –
June 28, 2095
In Loving Memory of a Wonderful Wife and Mother of Seven
Isabella Lynndsey Michelle Turner Black
October 1, 1992 –
June 29, 2095
Loved by their children: Steven, Alison, Sarah, Lara, Joe, Taylor & Will
"What is…?" I started.
"What do you think it is?" Lynndsey shot back.
"It's not… it can't be… it is me, isn't it?" I asked stunned, bending down and staring at the white cold stone proof in front of me. I stretched out my hand and traced the carved letters.
"Yes, it's you; you will find happiness with Jacob." Lynndsey whispered back.
My brow scrunched up and I asked, "Who is Jacob?"
"Jacob is the wolf that gave you this vision, the one in the woods."
I couldn't help but stare, that was impossible, Cameron would never allow it to happen.
"Time to go back, before Jamie worries himself into shock." Lynndsey smirked, and started heading up a path that led to the woods. I just stood there enjoying the scenery and fighting the urge to go back, when I saw a figure on the highest cliff overlooking the ocean.
"One day, you can enjoy this too!" She shouted back at me, before swan diving into the ocean below…
I gasped, opening my eyes wide. "Thank God," I heard someone sigh. "I thought you were gone." Jamie grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to my feet and into his arms.
"Please, Jamie, seriously it takes a lot more than that to make me go away." I pulled away from his embrace and brushed off my shorts. "Even my ancestor won't cease to exist," I mumbled to myself.
"You had a vision of her?" Jamie asked concern written on his perfect features.
"Who else?" I asked sarcastically, rolling my eyes and staring at the wolf. Jacob. My mind told myself. His name is Jacob, and according to Lynndsey, he is your soul mate.
So just get over yourself and except it.
Hell no! Cameron would flip out!
What the hell? Do you really care?!
Yes!
No, you don't!
I should.
Should being the operative word…
I shook my head in frustration.
There was no reasoning with my evil half sometimes.
"We should take him back to our house Jamie and hide him from everyone else for now."
Jamie just stared at me for a while, before nodding his head slowly and disappearing into the brush. He returned moments later in wolf form.
Like me, my brother was the odd ball out of the pack. We both had midnight black fur, but only my eyes changed colors, due to what mood I'm in.
When I'm neutral my eyes are my natural human color – via a bluish-grey-green color.
When I'm really happy, etc. etc. my eyes are a beautiful golden color.
When I get angry or upset my eyes turn midnight black. (So don't make me angry.)
Okay, so yeah, I gotta admit that it's also due to me being a hybrid, but I don't usually have the same insatiable appetite of a filthy bloodsucker. So that's a plus for me, right?
Whatever I don't really care, 'cuz that's who I am and it helps track down the filthy things.
Being a crossover makes me virtually immune to everything that can harm either vampire or werewolf. But I will give vampires some credit; they have extraordinary gifts all my brothers and sisters envy. Yeah, I'll say it, they hate me, only a little – mostly when they are jealous.
Anyway, time to prepare for our guest; he should be waking in no more than a week…
One Week Later…
I couldn't help but think that he looked really handsome and peaceful lying on the couch. Jacob opened his eyes and stared at me with a dumbfounded expression on his face. What am I doing her? Where am I? Who is she? Jacob's mind filled with so many thoughts that I wasn't even sure where to begin.
I laughed and he sat up shaking. "You don't really want to do that, do you?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and curling my arms around my legs. I pulled off the air of ease without any difficulty, even though I felt like doing it myself.
Jacob shook his head in confusion as another shiver ran through his body. I quickly made myself smile friendly. This was getting no where and I had to make it stop.
"It's alright, I won't hurt you. My name is Isabella Turner. I'm a friend."
Jacob stared at me. His thoughts racing a hundred miles an hour. Isabella? Bella. Oh Bella, why did you do it? Why? His thoughts made me hurt for him. So I tried again.
"You're Jacob." I clarified.
"How do you know my name?" Jacob asked. He had a pleasant voice masked by confusion and sadness, of how much I reminded him of Bella.
I smiled warmly at him. "Your mind. It's a gift of mine." I shrugged it off as nothing, only to remember that though I felt comfortable with him, he was not someone I could speak freely too.
Jacob stared at me livid. It made me feel self conscious and I blushed, involuntarily.
"Don't be afraid. Don't you think it's possible for someone to be special without being a vampire?" I asked, knowing in my heart that he would understand. "How do you know about everything?" Jacob asked, taking a step closer to my chair.
I shrugged, "Your mind is interesting." He looked horror struck, and immediately I had no more insight to his memories and thoughts, but I didn't care, I myself always thought it an invasion of privacy, so I didn't blame him, but it did make me wonder how many strikes were against me in his book.
"Okay, let me try that again. I know who you are. I am a werewolf, too." I said, disentangling my arms and gesturing to him and then to myself.
"You're a werewolf?" Jacob scoffed, shaking his head, though never taking his eyes off of me. He scrutinized me, up and down, making me even more self conscious, of how I looked in cut-off jeans and ripped tee, with no shoes, and circles under my eyes. Does that scream werewolf to him?
Jacob crossed his arms across his chest. At that moment he seemed to realize that he had no shirt. I couldn't help but giggle, as he looked down. "Yes, you have pants, and no I did not put them on you," I said, trying to conceal my laughter. "Where am I?"
"You are in Illinois, Jerseyville, Illinois. It's a small town, though it's not really that small." I said, frowning at the town I live in. "You traveled a long way." It was a statement not a question.
"Why did you help me?" The confused face was back, but so was the serene mask, that made me think it was a stranger's face, not really his. "I didn't help you, my brother did." I told him, truthfully. Jamie had coaxed Jacob back to human form then carried him home and deposited him on the couch, a week ago. We had been taking turns watching him. Right now was my turn, and Jamie was about to walk through the door any moment now.
Like I said, Jamie walked through the front door, before Jacob could find the words to continue our conversation.
Jamie liked first at me, then to Jacob. "Your up." He smiled, and then turned to me. "Isabella, Cameron's looking for you?" I rolled my eyes at the ceiling and groaned in despair.
"Stop calling me Isabella, James." I said using his birth name, just like he used mine. I normally let him call me Isabella, but with Jacob here, it kind of made me sick to my stomach, and I didn't want that uncomfortable feeling, or the look in his eyes at the name.
"Okay, sis, I get the picture, but he is looking for you." Jamie said again.
"Can't he get someone else to look after him?" I asked Jamie, with plenty of acid in my voice. Jamie looked at me with pity in his eyes, "I wish I could help you sis, but I can't make him stay away, only you can."
"Yeah, through harsh rejection." I hissed back, narrowing my eyes, wondering if I could catch him off guard and tackle him, but I thought better of it. I suddenly remembered my manners and turned back to Jacob.
"I'm so sorry Jacob; this is my pompous brother, Jamie." I introduced them properly. Jamie smiled in welcome, before returning the favor, "and this is my sister, Lynndsey – she prefers her middle name?" Jamie added as Jacob looked at me in confusion. He had been following our little spat with some amusement written on his face. "Isabella is fine, but everyone calls me Lynndsey, Lynn, or Lynnds'." I put in explaining further. Jacob nodded understandingly.
"Sis, are you going to go speak to Cameron?" I sighed; he just had to bring it up again. "Well, I have avoided him all week, I guess I owe it to him, but if he pushes, I swear, I will not be responsible for ripping his face off." "As it should be," Jamie agreed. "What about Jacob?" I asked, turning back to Jacob. "I'll keep him here." Jamie said.
I had a brilliant idea, "Can I take him with me?" I asked, looking at Jamie pleadingly. Jamie scrutinized my face for a minute, before responding. "You're planning on skipping out aren't you?" Jamie asked, a smile playing across his face. "Of course?" I replied, smacking myself on the forehead, to show my brother that he was being incredibly slow today. "Alright. Jacob, do you have your license?" Jamie asked, turning to look at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob said, eyeing me suspiciously. I met his gaze and smiled at him. Jamie threw Jacob the key for the caliber.
As I walked to the door, I stuck my hand in Jamie's front pocket and fished out his wallet. "Jacob, make sure she doesn't go crazy." Jamie said wondering out of the living room and up the stairs to his room.
Jacob climbed in the driver's side and I climbed into the passenger's side. Jacob started the car and turned to look at me. "Pull out, turn right and continue into town." I said buckling my seatbelt. Jacob turned back to the driveway and drove down the long drive.
The silence in the car could have been cut with a knife; it was so thick and silent for five minutes. "D you think my brother and I are strange?" I asked when we got to the first of two more stop lights. He glanced at me with a smile playing around the corners of his mouth, before he replied, "No. You two seem really close." I nodded, "What about you? Do you have any siblings?" "Two sisters. Twins." He replied.
"Ouch…That must be fun." I said, thinking about Phoebe and Roxxi. They were the packs twins and everyone, knew they loved each other, but that they didn't show it all the time, you got used to it after awhile. Jacob laughed a genuine laugh. His first laugh in front of me. He really seemed as if he was born to laugh, immediately, he warmed me, and I didn't want to see that serene mask ever again, I wanted the sunny side of Jacob, sunny side up, not sunny side down. "They moved out." I nodded, "that would make it easier then. What about friends?" I continued. I really wanted to get to know him better and I was glad that he really was a werewolf too, 'cause now there would be none of the 'oh, by the way I'm a werewolf,' blah, blah, blah. You know? We could skip right through that and go strait to the 'hi, how are you, what do you like? Etc. etc.' "Quil and Embry are my best friends. Sam, Pared, Paul, Seth, Brady, and Collin are fun to be around. Leah is, well, Leah." Jacob finished bitterly.
I thought this through, trying to decipher who the alpha could be. I decided that the most likely candidates were Jacob or Sam, but I really didn't see Jacob running away if he was the alpha. I tried to remember what the name Sam stood for; I knew it was most likely short for Samuel, which meant 'his word is God'. Or something to that effect. "Sam's the alpha?" I asked, knowing the answer. "How did you know?" Jacob turned his head around to look at me, I just shrugged and replied, "The way you said his name implied authority."
"Left, aaaaannnnnnndddddd, pull in." I dragged out the 'and' so just for the fun of it, and also I kind of wanted him to smile again. It worked, I got a brilliant smile from him and I couldn't be happier. I snapped out of my reviver, when I felt the car slow to a gentle stop in the Shop N' Save parking lot. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and jumped out of the car as fast as possible without seeming to hyper.
Jacob walked next to me, as we neared the store. People coming and going stared at him, with mouths open. Yeah, I was used to the stares, but I couldn't help but notice some of the thoughts nearest me. He looks so sad. Yet, he hides it so well. He's cute. That last statement, made me frown at the Barbie doll blonde, druggie, that I knew from school. Everyone called her Barbie, 'cuz she looked like a Barbie doll – just not as figurine as one.
I decided that I could steal a glance at his face, so I casually rolled my head around to look around him at the tent up in the parking lot, but I wasn't really looking at the flowers underneath it. Trying to be judgmental I scrutinized his face: his hair reached his chin and his features looked pained. As I looked, understanding washed through me. A gasp escaped my lips, before I could even think about it. Jacob looked at me questioningly, but I knew he caught me looking.
I turned my eyes away and grabbed a shopping cart. Jacob gently pulled the cart out of my grasp and walked it in at a rather fast pace. "What?" I asked. I was jogging to keep up with his long legs, but it didn't bother me. "You shop and I'll control the cart." Jacob stated simply. I attempted a smile, but my face was too carefully composed to risk making that move. I could almost swear that my eyes were beginning to darken from the usual grey-blue, but I couldn't be sure.
Jacob let me lead him around the market, answering my questions with a laugh or smile usually. He really does have a sweet smile.
"D you like hot chocolate?"
"Yes," Jacob replied fighting back a laugh, but his attempt was futile, he could only hold it back for a whole two seconds, then he busted up laughing, taking me along for the ride. It continued like that even as we were checking out.
Back in the car, Jacob started to ask the questions. "How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
Jacob nodded, seeming to remind himself of the fact that I was indeed almost two years younger than him, but hey, it was only June and my birthday was in the fall, so I wasn't exactly that young.
"What about your parents?"
"They were in an accident when I was nine," I whispered so low, that if he was not a werewolf, he would have had to read my lips to get the answer out of me.
I saw Jacob's hand move out of the corner of my eye, but he seemed to think better of it and simply said, "I'm sorry to hear that."
It wasn't the kind of sympathy or pity from someone who didn't understand, but from someone who really did. I just nodded my head, I had lied to Jacob. Jacob. My future husband, and already I was lying to him. I knew why I did it: It was not a safe subject to be discussing in a moving vehicle.
He changed the subject, "So how did I happen across a pack of werewolves?" I smiled, "Actually I was hoping you could tell me that."
Jacob just sat quietly, thinking, the walls crumbling down for two seconds. She knows, she has to know. I can't talk about this right now.
Before Jacob could say anything I said, "Another time, I know the perfect place." He smiled gratefully at me as he pulled into the drive. We unloaded the bags and put them in the kitchen. Jacob lounged against the sink, while I put the groceries away.
"You have a nice home. It has a certain charm about it." Jacob complimented, as I hung the bags on the inside of the basement door. "I smiled as I shut it, "Thanks, my mom loved this house." I ran my hand lovingly over the fridge door, with all of our family pictures on it.
"C'mon, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping now you're awake." I smiled again and led Jacob into the living room and through the hall door. Along the way I pointed out the laundry room and bathroom for visitors. As we stepped onto the landing, I pointed to the door on our left. "This is Jamie's room," I said knocking. When Jamie opened the door I smiled and continued on the tour of the second floor. I stopped when we reached my door, "My room," I said quietly to Jacob as I pushed open the door, and stood aside for Jacob to have a clear view of it.
"This is your room?" Jacob asked. He looked at the room in awe, letting his eyes travel over everything inside.
He looked from my walls to my bed to my TV to my stereo and desk.
My walls were lavender purple; the boarders around the ceiling and floor were gold, the inside of my door was bright green – but not too bright more of a cross between lime and light greens, giving it a nice color finish – along with my bathroom door. My closet door however was periwinkle blue. The hardwood floors, with a leopard print rug in front of all my doors. Under my desk and bed the leopard print rugs were shag style – not real animal fur, faux fur. My king sized bed – I moved around a lot and sometimes my dog Trixie would sleep with me so we both needed some room to be comfortable – had light and dark purple sheets. Sassy's cat condo stood by my bed next to my window seat. My window faced east so I had a really good view of the sunrise every morning – if I was up that is. My stereo was a six CD changer, and my TV was mounted above it on my wall. It's a plasma flat 36 inch screen. And last but not least my study area by my door. It held all my books for pleasure reading and studding. On my desk were my lamp and my black Gateway laptop. Above it was my bulletin board with more pictures from when I was five up 'til last month's barbeque. I saw nothing wrong with it.
"Yes this is my room, why?" I asked.
Jacob just shrugged, "I didn't expect this." He gestured with his big brown hand around my room. I nodded, most people didn't expect a girl like me – by 'girl like me' I mean that most people don't expect girl things in my room, because of all my guy friends.
I motioned for Jacob to follow me and walked across the hall, "This will be your room," I said opening the door and stepping aside.
Jacob looked around the room his eyes growing wide with shock and appreciation. It was a spacious room – used for guests so its furnishings were sparse. The bed was a king and made to fit a tall man like Jacob – it had black sheets and a black shag rug under it. The walls were deep midnight blue, giving the room a darker look. The TV hung on the wall in between the bathroom and closet doors. The stereo was under it – it was the same as mine, a six CD changer, but it was black while mine was silver. The room also held a desk for anything that needed storing, but since Jacob had traveled very light, he had nothing to put in or on it, but it did have a phone for personal use.
"Do you like it?" I asked stepping into the room and watching the expressions play across his face.
"Yes, it's perfect, thank you…Lynndsey." Jacob said sincerely. It made my heart skip a beat. It was the first time that he'd actually used my name in front of me. The even brighter side was that he didn't flinch like he might of if I went by Isabella.
I smiled, "Wonderful, the closet is the farthest door, and you'll find all you need in there. And the bathroom is right behind you. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen."
I walked out of the room slowly shutting the door behind me.
In the kitchen, I was taking out a box of lasagna pasta, when I suddenly sensed that I was not alone in the kitchen.
"Oh!" I jumped.
A/N: Haha got you there! A cliff hanger. My favorite, if you wanna know who or what's in the kitchen, please review and I'll get the next chapter up by Tuesday. Sorry guys, but my work schedule is complicated until Saturday – yay me! I don't have to go back for a whole week starting this Sunday!! Review, Please?