Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Song in Quotes: Touched - V.A.S.T.
Author's Note: This is an exerpt I created all by my lonesome. It happens. I love the identification with both of them. How they fit so easily while still being so uncanon. I love the possibilities. And I think I whore out Jacob too much. Oh well.
"Touched; you say that I am too.
So much of what you say is true.
I'll never find someone quite like you, again."
'Chapter Two'
The sweet burn of vampire stench was barely staunched by the rain, which was pouring out of the blackened sky outside of the Cullens House.
Jacob was sitting on the porch, head buried in his large, roughened hands as Bella was inside, wheezing, barely alive anymore. She truly was a zombie now, walking down the green mile to her death. That's all this was, a transition period. And poor Jacob didn't know when it was going to end.
Alice was just inside the threshold, giving the tormented boy his space. And he was just a boy, with the weight of a man's world on his shoulders. She felt terrible about the prospect of his childhood being ripped away from his innocent fingers; it had happened to her too.
She hopped out the door, wishing for the fresh air against her skin as she flew, and absentmindedly ran her tiny hand through his large head of hair, ruffling the strands as gently as the wind.
Jacob shivered from the electricity her touch had sent through him, so fast as to barely register, but he could feel the burn of it to his very toes.
He watched as she ran into the forest, barely a blur to his hyperactive vision, and wished he had the freedom of that, too.