Hi, author here. If you don't like shonen-ai (EdwardxJacob) stop reading. This will probably be my only twilight fan fiction because, quite honestly, I really don't think the twilight series is all that extraordinary. I did read the entire series, and I think Edward and Jacob should have more moments. Anyway, this is dedicated to a friend who sort of gave me this idea; we both agreed EdwardxJacob would be kinda hot. So enjoy chapter 2!
Edward watched as Jacob stared, then slowly sat up in bed. His eyes were dull, his face resigned.
"Are you here to kill me?" Jacob asked bluntly. "Please get on with it." Edward felt a new emotion rise in him. Surprise.
"Actually, werewolf, I had the same request for you." Edward noticed the werewolf's emotionless eyes and unusual pallor to his normally ruddy skin. He felt a twinge of pity as he took in the shadows beneath his eyes, and the sharp angles of his face. He was losing weight as well as sleep.
"What?" Jacob asked him. "Wait; you want me to kill you?" Jacob would have been only too happy to a few hours earlier, but suddenly he no longer desired it.
Edward sighed, and held his head in his hands. If Jacob hadn't suspected it was impossible, he would have said the vampire had a headache.
Suddenly the vampire looked up, gold eyes piercing Jacob's own. "I want you to kill me," he said quietly and clearly, "and maybe you can find some satisfaction. I killed Bella. Avenge her."
Jacob waited for his fur to rise at that one, but strangely, it didn't. Jacob just couldn't kill the goddamn bloodsucker. "Just leave," he muttered, "It isn't your fault; I don't blame you." Jacob turned away. "I'll deal on my own."
Edward watched the Jacob turn away, revealing a bare tanned and muscled back. He watched the werewolf prepare for bed. Well, that plan had backfired. Edward had meant to rile up the emotional boy, and simply allow himself to be ripped apart. Instead, he was turning away, looking more careworn than Edward had ever seen him. Edward felt a queer twist inside him; unsure, he watched the werewolf.
Jacob turned to face Edward. "What?" he asked a little defensively, holding a shirt somewhat protectively in front of his bare chest. Edward held in a little smile. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen him shirtless before- Jacob was forever bursting out of his clothes when he transformed. "Why are you watching me? Get the hell outta my bedroom before I do kill you. Stupid leech." he muttered.
Edward slipped softly out the window, mood a little lighter. He wasn't so desperate to die anymore.
Jacob watched him go, a little… disappointed? No, not that. It was just, when Edward was around, Jacob felt an adrenaline rush. When he left, it went whooshing out of him, allowing feelings of emptiness to consume him again.