Title: Two Parts Of One Whole
Author: Lacrymosa_91
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jacob/Paul
Rating: NC-17 ~ M
Declaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, plots or conceptions of Twilight, unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
WARNING: SLASH AND OOC (Out Of Character):
Paul is going to be the submissive and the cute one and Jake is going to be the dominating and tough guy. I am writing this warning because I want you guys to have an idea how the things will evolve. I know that everybody has their own preferences for dom/sub and that's why I am informing you for my intentions. I don't want anybody to get disappointed because Jake/Paul's relationship is not as you expected it to be.
Summary: In times of a blood feud between two neighbouring tribes unlikely love blossoms.
While walking in the woods near the border of his tribe's lands Paul, the only child left to his severe, father unexpectedly meets Jacob - member of the neighboring tribe that inhabits the areas beyond the White Fang Rigdes. They imprint on each other but neither Jacob nor Paul knows about the other's imprinting. They separate, running in opposite directions, fighting the urge to be together, not knowing even each other's names.
What will happen?
Will they be able to fight it or the desire will take over them?
Can their love triumph over the prejudice and the hatred between their tribes?
Is their imprinting just a cruel joke of the destiny or it will lead to the end of the blood feud?
A/N: This is the first thing I've ever written for the Twilight Fandom. Let's see how it will turn out. I separated the actual pack in order to have some recognizable characters in both of the tribes. But there will be minor OC in future chapters.
-Talisa means "Beautiful Water"
-Anevay means "Superior"
-Quileute and Quilcene are names of real Native American Tribes.
~Chapter two: Legends, Duties and Need~
Heavy gray clouds covered the gloomy sky. It was raining profusely and thick fog was swallowing everything on its way, making it impossible to see almost anything that was in more than two meters away. The wind was blowing hard, the beams of the house creaking and moaning under its power.
Jacob Black stood by the bedroom window. His eyes following the water drops as the rain splashed against the cold glass. He sighed as he lifted his hand and brushed his fingers through his now short, cropped hair.
Why? Why everything had to be so difficult for him?
Ever since he had phased for the first time his life had turned upside down. He had been forced to grow up too fast, faster than the other kids. His childhood had been stolen away from him. Now he was a man.
A man with duties and mission.
And just when he had started to get used to it, when he had thought that he could live with that - with being a werewolf and with the duty of protecting the tribe, he had been caught off guard again.
He had imprinted. He had imprinted on a guy. On an Quilcene. He had imprinted on the enemy.
Ever since he had been a little boy Jacob had been brought up to despise the Quilcenes, to be scared of them, to hate them. There were a lot of legends about the two tribes and about the reason for their feud, but he remembered one story in particular - a story which his grandmother had told him many years ago in a rainy, cold night.
FLASHBACK
Little eight year old Jacob was laying on the couch in front of the fireplace. His head resting on his grandmother's lap as she was stroking his raven black hair.
"You should go to sleep, Jake." She whispered softly and leaned down to kiss her grandson on the forehead.
"I don't wanna sleep."
"It's too late for a little boy like you to stay awake." The old woman said rubbing Jacob's shoulder. "You will be tired tomorrow and you won't be able to wake up in time for school."
"But grandma…" Jacob pulled himself in sitting position and pouted.
"Jacob Black, don't make me call your father and make him come all the way here from his work, only because his son refuses to go to bed." She said, furrowing her brows in attempt to look irritated but without much success. Her eyes were still looking at her grandson with affection and tenderness.
"Fine!" Little Jacob huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, a stubborn expression on his face. "But on one condition!"
"Oh, really!" The old woman seemed to be amused by the little boy's boldness. "What is it?"
"I want you to tell me a story!" Jacob said, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement. He loved his grandmother's stories. And when the old woman remained silent, he wrapped his arms around her forearm and looked at her pleadingly. "Please, granny!"
"Okay, but only one, right?" She smiled warmly and ruffled the boy's hair. "Then you are going to bed."
Jacob nodded eagerly and made himself comfortable on the couch. Hecrossed his legs in front of himself and put his elbows on his knees. Then Jacob rested his chin in his hands and looked at his grandmother expectantly.
"Well let me see…"Jake's grandma mumbled, her hands twisting in her long, snow-white hair. To the little Jacob his grandmother looked like an ancient shaman, a shaman from the stories she had told him - her dark eyes were sparkling vividly and mysteriously, as if hiding thousands of secrets and the answers of old and long forgotten riddles.
The little boy found his breath catching slightly as his grandma smiled lopsidedly, and cleared her throat before starting her story in quiet and husky voice.
"I am going to tell you the legend of our origin, Jake - the legend of Quilcene and Quileute's origin." The old woman whispered and took a slow sip from her tea, wanting to increase the tension. She smiled smugly when the little boy's eyes widened with excitement before he scrunched his face with irritation.
"The Quilcenes are bad! They hurt Jared's uncle!" Jake said, his little hands curling into fists. "Now he has a wooden leg!"
"If you interrupt me Jake, then I won't be able to tell you the story."
"I'm sorry, grandma!" The little boy pouted and rested his chin in his hands again.
"A long time ago, when the White Fang Ridges were still young and grizzly bears lived at their feet undisturbed by the white hunters, there was a mighty and wise chieftain called Anevay. The people of his tribe respected him and loved him, and they lived happily for many summers."
"Did Anevay kill bears with bare hands?"
"Jake!" The old woman whined.
"I am sorry grandma!"
"The wise Anevay had two sons- Quilcene and Quileute." Jacob's grandma continued quietly, her eyes glistening in the light of the fire coming from the hearth. "The great chieftain was proud of his children because they were the protectors of the tribe. They were spirit warriors- carrying the power of the great wolves. "
"Cool!" The little boy exclaimed. "Were they strong?"
"Yes, Jake they were very strong and brave warriors." The old woman replied, as she smiled lightly and caressed her grandson's cheek. "They protected the tribe and the people loved them. May be some day, when you grow up you will become strong and brave like them!"
"Really?" Jacob beamed and bounced on his seat. "And I will protect the people?"
"Yeah dear…"She replied, a warm gleam in her dark eyes. "Now back to the story…Quilcene, the first-born son of Anevay was prudent but also very arrogant, while Quileute, the younger one, was sometimes brave to temerity and hot-blooded." The old woman paused to take a gulp from her mug of lavender tea." One day the two brothers went hunting deer in the pine woods. They decided to separate for few hours and then meet again at the mouth of the river. Quilcene had a successful hunting, and only when the sun started to set he went to the river, but he didn't find his brother there. He waited for him for hours, till the silver moon rose and sparkling stars covered the dark sky."
"Where was Quileute, grandma?" Jake asked impatiently and shifted on the couch.
"He disappeared." She whispered mysteriously, her expression not giving away any emotion." Quilcene looked for him, he scoured the forest far and wide, but not a trace of his brother could be found. Worried and anxious he returned in the village and told his father about Quileute's vanishing. The chieftain was very aggrieved and sent many warriors in the woods to look for his son, but without any success. Anevay's sorrow was so immense, that it made him very ill and the tribe was afraid of his life."
"And then..."
"And then, Jacob, when no one was expecting and the people had lost hope, Quileute returned. And he was not alone…"
"What?"
"Quileute returned in the village bringing a young beautiful girl with him. Her name was Talisa and she was his imprint."
"Talisa?" The little boy mumbled, bewilderment written all over his face. "Imprint? What is imprint, grandma?"
"Imprinting is something that happened to the spirit warriors." Jacob's grandma explained quietly. "When they imprint on someone, they find the person that is perfect for them, their soul mate, their other half. They are bound to this person with their heart and body and this bond can never be broken by anything but… death. Talisa was Quileute's imprint, she was his other half and they fell in love from the first sight."
Jacob just nodded understandingly, motioning with his head to his grandma to continue.
"Anevay's joy of his son's return was so immense that regardless of his tender health he made a special celebration for the whole tribe. Everybody was happy, except for Quilcene. He was jealous and envious of his brother's beautiful imprint. He was angry because his father had warmly welcomed Quileute, regardless of his irresponsibility, childish behavior and all the worry and problems he had caused. During the celebration his dark eyes kept darting to the beautiful Talisa, and when Quileute and his imprint made their way to the beach, Quilcene followed them."
"What happened next? Did they fight, grandma?" The little boy exclaimed. "Who won?"
"Patience dear, you are always so eager!" The old woman shook her head and smiled. "The two brothers' argument was so flaming that their rage turned them into furious beasts. It turned them into wolves and they lunged at each other with rabidity and hatred. Talisa was scared for her lover's life, and in her attempt to protect Quileute she found herself in imminent danger. She was too close to the fighting wolves and got injured deadly.
Jacob gasped with childish horror and pouted sadly.
"Quileute's sorrow was boundless. Nothing can be compared to the loss of one's imprint, Jake. Killing or hurting a spirit warrior's imprint is a crime which is so cruel and horrible, that it can be punished only by death. The younger brother's pain and anger led him to insanity and he tried to kill Quilcene."
"No!"
"Yes, Jake." The old woman retorted softly and cleared her throat before continuing."The wise Anevay couldn't stand watching his sons' hatred for each other and after the men of the tribe barely managed to part the furious wolves, he made a very important decision."
"What decision?"
"He separated them. He separated the tribe's lands between his sons. He gave the lands on the east from The White Fang Ridges to Quileute and the people of the tribe who supported him, and the lands on the west from the Ridges, he gave to Quilcene and his supporters. Soon after the separation the mighty Anevay died, deeply grieved by the difficult decision he was forced to make."
"That's very sad story grandma."
"It is, dear... It is. But that is the legend of our origin. We are heirs of Quileute, and that's why we live on the east side of the White Fang Ridges and the Quilcenes live on the west. Since the separation of the lands the two tribes have been at a war. They lived with hatred and resentment for each other that continues to nowadays."
END OF FLASHBACK
Jacob inhaled deeply and massaged his temples.
Enemies? Hatred?
He wished he could feel hatred for the other boy, but every time he thought of the young Quilcene his whole being was filled with ceaseless longing and need. At first he had tried to ignore it, to fight it, but it had proved to be impossible. Like his grandma had said, he was bound…bound for life and soon the craving had shattered his resistance and had left him anxious and filled with desperate desire.
Even though Jacob had seen him only once, he remembered their meeting vividly. He remembered the confusion and the surprise he had seen on his imprint's beautiful face. For a split second he had seen devotion and affection in those dark eyes, but then within the blink of an eye, those warm emotions had been replaced by fear and horror as the realization had struck the Quilcene.
Jacob's longing was slowly getting out of control. Every time he went patrolling, he found himself powerfully drawn to the border between the two tribes' lands. His legs were itching to go there, to be closer to his imprint and his chest was clenching with the burning, torturing pain from the separation.
The exhaustion and the desire were slowly getting to him. He was constantly tired, taking as many patrols as possible, because he wanted to do something - anything that would keep him from thinking about his imprint and the need to be next to him. It didn't help that he had to keep his feelings secret from the others. He concentrated and struggled to keep his mind clear and not to let out his pain and frustration, but regardless of his efforts, the pack and his father were getting more and more suspicious with every single day. They had started to notice the change in his behavior.
Jacob groaned as his hand rested on his chest. It hurt, it hurt to think that he could never close to his imprint, that he could never have the chance to touch him, to hear his voice.
A loud howl echoed from outside and pulled Jacob out of his musings. When he looked through the window, he saw that the rain had ceased and even though it was still foggy, he could see familiar figures waiting for him on the wet grass in front of his house.
Jacob sighed and rubbed his face.
It was time for patrolling. He removed his shirt and threw it on the bed, he wouldn't need it.
The young wolf went outside and greeted his pack brothers.
Seth and Jared howled in reply while Leah just barked softly before they circled him expectantly.
Jacob removed his shorts and tied them to his calf before he shifted.
The pack made their way to the dark woods. It was time for patrolling, time for them to protect the people.
And it was a new chance for Jacob to go to the border near the White Fang Ridges.
It was a new chance for him to go closer to what he craved for, to go closer to his imprint.
TBC
