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Jacob slowly opened his eyes to the dark room to which he lived in. The crisp, dry hair, sweetened with sweats and delicious treats and snacks and the aura of joy and playful trickery, even though his black room failed to ever have any type of emotion accept the cold dark depression—that or stale emotionless—wafted into his room, managing to lighten the evil aura for only short counted moments, then getting trampled unto weak depression that grew heavier as it remained there.
This room was often considered the "Death Room" among many. You did not have to be inside this room to feel the demonic pressure. Even outside the room you could feel it lightly, but once you open the door and take the risk of actually stepping in, your almost brought to your knees by the energy that has unfortunately befallen your soul.
So, number one rule if your planning on visiting the Black House: Leave Jacob Black, and Jacob Black's room alone.
Jacob unclasped his jaws from his arm that he was currently been donning on with a grunt of pain as he felt the fangs scratch against the insides and getting removed after hours of staying still. He watched the skin regrow with one emotionless and dead red left eye, and one dark hazel. The skin reform once again with the color of a clean cumulus cloud—white. Then the tone got darker and darker until it was a tan, but there was still something about it that made it seem like it was pale.
Jake slowly unwrapped his arms that were tied around his legs that were scrunched up against his neck. The wall his back was placed against creaked at the sudden, unnatural movement.
Their was a high pitch screaming noise followed by evil laughter form a radio outside, and it was a dull sound in the werewolf's room—and most likely there was a sound close to that from the radio that awoke him.
Jacob reluctantly shifted his muscles to a stance where he was standing. The left side of his head was pounding, and that ear on that side was under immense pressure. Migraine, Jacob's mind thought tardily. He did not think past that, just made the statement in his head that he had a migraine.
His muscles ached and itched as they started functioning, and Jake's first few steps were wobbly—some even resulting in him having to grab onto a surface for support. A corner is not somewhere someone should make home to for a long period of time. But he hadn't felt like sleeping in his bed. Beds bring back memories. Memories that ended up shattering his heart into smaller dust particles.
Jacob hands clenched onto the door knob, slick with cold sweat. His fingers crawled on it and inspected it for a moment as his head rested on the door, then they gripped on it as hard as they could and with time, the door un locked and swung open a crack. Jake stumbled out, and stopped in the middle of the hall, looking down both ways. It was pitch black(to a normal human, but obviously not himself) and the only light that appeared was faint and was glowing from a corner that lead to the living room, which led to the door, where Billy was most likely giving out candy with Seth and Bella.
Seth hadn't asked Jacob to join them, knowing what Jacob would feel like. Seth and Bella had already had 'relations' and would most likely be making out right now in front of Billy, probably to the older mans demise. They would be giving out candy to the kids of Port Angeles and talking to school and pack friends, and maybe throwing candy at each other.
Jacob didn't take in a breath, a habit he had come accustomed to. He could only go so long without breathing; an hour, maybe two. His hour-or-two was running out, and soon he would have to take about 1 minute of lung fulls before he could go back.
Jacob blinked, and then he craned his neck back—his movements like a robot— and walked into the bathroom, flicking on one switch to only make a dim light. The brightness would be to much for his dark-accustomed eyes.
Jake stared at himself for a moment, no feeling crossing his face. Just an empty mass of tan-ish-pale beauty. His red left eye had return to hazel; the werewolf's eyes seemed to do the odd colors often. Jacobs teeth where white, mostly due to the fact that brushing his teeth was a habit during the day, and he would do it five times during the twenty-four hour span. Jacob's jet black hair was long and fine. It would not have been so if Jacobs father did not order him to get it cut. Well, if you considered "Jacob, i think you should get your hair trimmed" an order. But Jacob had to repay Billy. He owed him—even if Billy didn't think so. Jacob's upper body was in layers. A black wife-beater under a black long-sleeve, under a white short-sleeve under a thick black hoody. Under all said upper clothes, were bandages that wrapped from Jacob's upper right arm(almost shoulder) and then around his chest and then around his neck. The bandages were invisible due to the fact of so much clothing; Jacob's complete goal.
Tight—t-i-g-h-t— dark blue skinny jeans clenched onto his figure, exaggerating his legs and ass.
Jacob stared at himself for a moment, then brushed his teeth and flossing and mouth-washing. It seemed like minutes had gone by, but only seconds. And his teeth were spotless.
Chills ran up Jacobs spine and pricked his body hairs as he started shedding off the layers of upper clothes. His fingers were numb, and they staggered across the fabrics, skittishly grabbing them and pulling them off. Then, they were off, and Jacob felt cool air blow on him from the vent placed on the ceiling hovering over his figure. Jacob stared at his lean, muscular body. It's tan skin was smooth and it shone, even in the little light that was glancing upon it. He had failed to loose any weight, or gain any weight, and his muscles had almost gotten bigger. Jacob had not done anything since he came back except stay in his room. He, like i said before, lived in his room. His ab muscles were hard like iron, and there were deep creases that showed which ab muscle was abb muscle. His jubilant, pink nipples(one's that had not been touched in many, many, many months) were like icing on the cake. His arms, not even having to squeeze them to build up and compress the muscle, were rock hard and already showed the indent of a muscle. Due to the fact of how tight Jake's lower pants were, he didn't need to take them off to reveal the beauty. His ass was something you could call soft in skin, but also hard and tight. The jean fabrics framed his leg muscles and the firmness they held.
Jacob was not caring that much about that part of the body, but more of his neck and his broad shoulders.
Jacob's hand lightly brushed across the light brown gauze bandages that were taped onto his skin. Then, he picked up the ending piece, and started unwinding it, revealing his skin. As soon as the first part of the mark appeared, the oxygen and hydrogen mixture plummeted out his mouth and Jacob squeezed his eyes shut, taking a large gasp.
His hands were now furiously unfolding the bandages, and then the soft pressure was off his body, and in his hand. Jacob set it down, and then slowly opened his eyes, forcing calmness to run through him.
Their, as if it was taking over his whole body was a mark. It started at his neck, and then spiraled down(in rather spacious spirals) down his body, all the way to his chest. The area surrounding the two holes that still remained in his neck was like a bruise; blue, purple, brown. But then as you went down the scar—where it got wider and ranged across more skin—it changed.
The perimeter lining the wound was glowing bright red, and it was crusting with blood. The area inside the perimeter was like a scar, rather then a bruise. It was glowing a odd tint of red and sandy tan, and it was slightly puffy with pink—obviously failing to have the bruise colors. But it was horrible. But Jacob did not see it as something horrible, he saw it as something; something he would rather not think about, so he didn't.
The mark continued down his upper back—it failed to go down his upper body—as if it wanted to preserve the amazing beauty. For the half-vampire's, for the front, it ended at the shoulders, and just creaked onto his back and took over there.
Actually, this scar was actually beautiful. To a human, this would resemble a part of a body that is like the eyes of Frodo from Lord Of The Rings; Odd, jubilant, exaggerated, and alluring. His scar is disgusting, but it is like a magnetic pull for attractiveness.
Jacobs eyelids drooped low, and his hand crawled up to cover the bite mark on his neck.
"Jacob, your so silly," Edward said with a smile, taking his straw out the milkshake he and Jacob were sharing and started fighting with Jacob's straw—of course using his mouth to control the stick. Jacob giggled, "Im not silly, you silly person!" Then, he stopped, his face blank except for horror that caressed the skin. He was staring past Edward, eyes wide. Edward immediately drop the straw back into the cup. "What is it Jacob?," He ask worriedly. Jacob shakes his head in reply, and his expression grows worse and worse as he stared at what behind Edward. This time, Edward does the smart choice and looks back. But he doesn't see anything but an empty restaurant. He raises an eyebrow in confusion, looking back to Jacob. "Wha–"
Then, he sees, causing his question to freeze. Jacob had whip cream on his nose, and a cherry is sticking onto it. He's smiling, almost laughing in hysterics. A grin crosses Edwards face and he chuckles, shaking his head. "You really are a silly person." He leans forward, and cups Jacobs face. Then, he bites on the cherry and swallows it, quickly cleaning up the whip-cream after. Jacob smiles wider as Edward leans back. "You know, how can you drink and eat all this? You're a vampire!," he exclaims. Edward shakes his head. "We can eat food, it's just that it makes us......kinda slutty," he says, and (Jacob POV) I see a blush in his cheeks(I've been with him long enough to know what his blush is) "Oh really?," I say mockingly, and i push away the drink, drawling on the table. "Jacob—" I cut Edward off by doing what he always does to me. I took his chin between my index and thumb and lifted it to look at me. I put on a passionate face, letting out a soft moan. "Ahhn, it feels sooooo good."
Jacob's eyes snap open, and his breathes are coming out in huffs. He looks around, demanding that he calms his self down, and see's only himself.
After a short time, Jake is back to his emotionless self, and the vision that had just spread out before his eyes went back to his memories to stay in the dark, damp corner of isolation.
Halloween, Jacob thinks slowly. He is thinking about something, and thinking slightly hard about it. Should i.....?
Sluggishly, Jacob puts another batch of gauze on—making sure to carefully throw away the bloody and dirty used ones in a way where they would not be seen—and wrapped back up on shirts.
Then, he opened the door, and shuffled out into the hallway, where he slowly walked down the hall, leaning on the wall for support when he found that he couldn't stand due to black outs.
His burning headache was crackling his brain, frying it to a dead crisp. Then, as he approached the door, he sat down by it and laid his head on the door, letting his sensitive ears do the working. "Seth, ngh, stop! Mmm, wait Billy! Im so sorr—nnn, right there! MM, the kids t-t-there staring!," Bella mumbled loudly, her words filled with embarrassment and passion
"Bella, it's ok!," Seth laughed, full of joy and freeness—as if the world could never be happier.
"God, you kids! Making out on the front porch,"Billy growled. He dug into a bowl of candy and dumped a handful into the skeleton-boys pillow-bag. The boy thanked him with a grin and then ran off, giving a what-the-hell glance at Bella and Seth.
"Wait," Bella said, and she pushed Seth back with a blush. "Maybe we should invite Jacob out. I mean.......he's so lonely."
Seth stared at her, and a frown crossed his face. Then, he hugged Bella sympathetically. "Jake just wants to be alone right now. He's healing."
But Bella would not give up that easily. "He's been here for 5 months or so yes? Six tomorrow? And he hasn't spoken but 2 words to us! He barely comes out his room and sometimes i wonder if he's even recognized the new werewolf to come here! After all, Brent was the one who carried him when he first came here! I was hoping they would meet at school, but Jacob doesn't even want to go there!
Jacob was baffled. He retracted back from the door, his eyes slightly wide. Who was Brent?
But then, Jacobs felt a memory tug in his migraineic mind, and he decided to let it go.
He sluggishly picked himself up from the floor and made his way back to his room, letting his fingers fumble with the lock before locking it perfectly. Almost immediately after said move, Jacobs head began spinning, and he started wobbling. He used the wall for support as always, gripping on it's smooth, flat surface as tight as his weak fingers could while he clenched onto his face with his other hand, trying to even out the pressure. But then, he fell to his knees and then onto his stomach.
No pain. No nothing. Just a fall, thump, and nothing. Jacob blinked.
He heard the high pitch female scream and then the evil chuckle from the radio, and his eyes slowly drooped to a close.
His arms unconsciously wrapped around his figure, clenching on his skin in a tight, self-hug.
And with that, he drifted to sleep, letting tears sweep out the corners of his eyes as he was consumed into the darkness.
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Im really surprised about how many people are tabbing my story! Thankyee!
And how bout we all say it:
"Poor Jacob T_T"
So many reviews say that! God, you guys are uncreative! Lol, idc xD
BROWNIES!!!!!!
mia-dwcut-09
2009-05-06 . chapter 1
o damn poor jacob this chapter is so heartbreaking
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[report review for abuse] Lost Incantation
2009-05-06 . chapter 1
My poor Jacob. I'll hold you! I'll make you feel better! I promise! T_T
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[report review for abuse] rebelwilla
2009-05-06 . chapter 1
Aw poor Jake! I wonder who picked Jake up? ;)
Proves said point xD Oh, sorry for grammar mistakes and unknown character switches.