Chapter: 2/3
Warnings: Mentions of two men in love. Duh.
A/N: James is a master hunter etc, so I figure that he would be able to keep the shape-shifters from smelling or seeing him.
Pititchu
Chapter Two- Tall, Bright, and Dangerous
Jacob Black was nervous. For the last week he had felt that someone was following him, watching him. It was, quite frankly, getting annoying. Whoever, or whatever more likely, was following him had not shown their self yet. But he had managed to catch a quick sniff of them.
Male. Always around him. And a fucking leech.
Jacob sighed, resting his arms against the desk as the librarian droned on about the different books he could look for. He had ventured off to Fork's library about an hour after catching his stalkers scent, in search of some books on keeping vampires away from him. If the bastard would just show himself, then Jake would have no problem fighting him, but the creep didn't seem to be interested in fighting. Just watching.
Which was even worse then fighting.
The librarian lead him over to the non-fiction section and, after showing him the general area, left. Jacob stood in the stacks and stared glumly at the rows and rows of books in front of him.
Okay, Jake. This is simple. Grab a book with info and leave. He nodded to himself and browsed through the titles before him. Some were on just the basic myths and medical vampire's, but two books in particular caught his attention. One was on Vlad the Impaler (the man that vampires were said to have descended from), and the other was a Guide for Vampire Slayers. Grabbing both, he checked them out and headed home.
Slamming the door shut behind him, he plunked down onto his bed and started to read. Two hours later, in dire need of coffee, he finished. Grabbing the list he had written up, Jacob went out.
Another two hours later, and completely exhausted, Jacob returned home with a bag full of things. Shouting a greeting to his dad, he locked himself in his room again. Spilling the contents of the plastic bag onto his bed, he set about vampire proofing his room. Salt and garlic on the windowsills, mirrors facing the windows and door, and seeds scattered on the floor. Check.
Noticing that it was getting dark out, Jacob quickly went to scatter seeds and bits of knotted string around the house. Pausing outside the back door, he shuddered. The vampire was back and he could feel it staring at him. He rushed up the stairs and changed into his draw string flannel pyjama bottoms, grabbed the large wooden cross he had bought earlier, and went to bed.
Early the next morning, he awoke to an odd feeling. Stretching, he paused, arms still raised in the air. What... the hell?
On his desk lay a pile of string tied into a massive knot, beside it (neatly placed in a jar) were mustard seeds. And a note.
Making his way over it it, Jacob grabbed it, and read.
Anti-Leprechaun,
Despite what you seem to think, I do not have a compulsive urge to untie and gather all of your strings and seeds. But maybe by gathering them, I have lessened the mess for you to clean up later.
Why do you have cooking things on your windowsills? Salt, as I recall, is fantastic for seasoning. Garlic, not so nice tasting.
As good looking as I am, I am in no way narcissistic. So, unless you're into kinky things with mirrors (not that I protest), why do you have so many? And crosses? I've never been very religious.
I have taken the liberty of borrowing the book on Vlad the Impaler. Hopefully it will be amusing enough to pass the time while you are in school.
James
Jacob let out a frustrated screech, crumpling the note in his fist. Oh, this was war!
As soon as the sun started to set, Jacob went out. Phasing into wolf form, he ran through the forest, tracking the vampires scent. The bastard seemed to be amused by Jacobs attempts to track him, his scent jumping from forest floor, to trees, to completely disappearing and then reappearing after minutes of searching. Eventually, he tracked the leech to a cliff.
Bursting through the forest line, Jacob froze. In front of his, his back to him, facing the full moon, stood the vampire. Dark blond hair pulled into a low ponytail, tall, and with a surfer build, the vampire radiated danger.
Jacob stepped forward, still in wolf form. The vampire turned to face him, a devilish smirk on his face. As soon as his eyes landed on the leeches face, the world froze. The moon seemed to illuminate him from behind, his amber/red eyes glowing. Jacob felt a jolt from deep within himself. Letting out a shuddering breath, he started to take a step forward before realization struck.
He had imprinted on the leech.
Well... Shit.