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"Whoa, wait, what do you mean 'join you'?" I stood up and stared at Godric. "Look, I'm in absolutely no position to join anything. I'm a fucking mess. Also, I mean, your cause sounds noble, but frankly, it's crazy and suicidal."
"Please think about it, my child," Godric pleaded with me. "You know how this would work if we were successful. Think about it, we can finally be at peace with the humans instead of killing them. We'd be free."
"Only for a short time," I retorted. "Do you realize how many people would want us dead just for who we are? They'll consider us more evil than gay people, Christians and Islamic people especially, and they make up a large population of the world."
"They won't be able to do too much to us, as you said," Godric replied calmly. "Our biggest threat is the Volturi, and if we remove them, we have nothing to fear. And I do not plan to attack humans at all. They can try and hurt us and they won't succeed."
This was crazy beyond all belief. The more I think about this, the more I want to run away and hide under a rock. I did not want to be recruited into a war with both the humans and these "Volturi" vampires.
"This is happening way to fast," I gave it one more go. "And besides, you must realize that I'm not even a day into being a vampire and you're asking me to join a potential war. And frankly, I'm not too keen on pissing off vampires literally hundreds of times my own age."
"Of course, I wouldn't ask you to fight for us on the first day," Godric said. "And while it may seem fast for you, there is nothing that would suggest that an open conflict is at any way imminent. I will take the time to train you properly, first how to live your new life, then how to defend yourself." He walked towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I am patient, and I have faith in you."
"'Faith in me?'" I repeated. "I'm sorry, dude, I mean no offense, but 'faith' gets you no where. I live in the world of knowing, and right now, neither of us knows anything about how I'm gonna be in the future. What help can I, a newborn, be to you, someone who's lived before the Common Era?"
"While I did not mean to force you into this world," Godric began, "know that it is my belief that with a new generation of vampires, it will quickly flush out the rot of the old, and the corrupt. There are plenty of young out there who need to learn that, however remote it may seem, there is a chance that they might be able to regain some semblance of a normal life again. Be reunited with their loved ones once again, and not have to be condemned to a life of hiding in shadows."
"What if your views are highly unpopular?"
"I must try. I've gotten this far."
I turned my back on Godric and shook my head. "I need more time to think about this," I said to him, starting for the door.
"Of course, child," Godric said, rising. "Take as much time as you need. I need to contact my Second and inform him of where I am."
"Fine, whatever," I said irritably. "And stop calling me 'child', my name is Jasican."
"Very well, Jasican."
I left the house and began to run to the nearby woods a few miles from the house. I stopped about midway in and found a log to sit on. I was certain Godric can still hear me, so I made sure I was near enough to let him know I wasn't trying to run away, though I so wish I could.
I was missing Jacob so bad now, how I wished I never ran away. I know that I had caused him enormous pain by leaving him, but I just couldn't go back. I couldn't face him knowing I had murdered two people. I didn't know what to do now. Godric's plan did sound feasible, in the least, albeit it was crazy. I thought about how I would feel, if I was still human, if I suddenly found out that we were coexisting with another race (technically at least two, counting Jacob, his race of shape-shifters, and I guess real werewolves existed, or once existed as well). Seriously, I probably would have been scared at first, but then later intrigued by the fact that there are people more different that I am. Finding out your world was bigger than you first thought, it was a very moving thought.
I wish you were here, Jacob, I said in my head, more times than I'd care to count, but I knew no matter what I did, Jacob wasn't going to find me. I had traveled so far in such a short amount of time, there was no possible way Jacob could catch up with me.
Before I'd gone back to wishing, I heard some noise coming from ahead of me, deeper into the woods. I sat up and started walking towards the noise. I started sniffing around me. All I could mostly smell was the trees.
Then the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. It was utterly repulsive, like a really smelly dog that had rolled in shit or something. By now, I wasn't sure how far into the woods I had gone into, or whether Godric could still hear me.
Before I knew it, I heard pattered foot steps and panting, not just from ahead of me, but all around me, and four of the biggest wolves I had ever seen in my life had appeared, effectively surrounding me. Without even thinking, I crouched low and let off a warning growl to these dogs. I couldn't tell you why I hated these things all of a sudden, maybe it was the smell that was wanting me to rip off all of their heads. I could easily tell that these were not normal wolves.
The next thing that happened proved my point. The wolf in front of me, a shaggy, black furred wolf, had suddenly morphed into a full grown naked man. He was shorter than Jacob, and a bit more stockier in build, and his hair was cropped short, but had the same skin tone as Jacob, and parts of his facial structure reminded me strongly of Jacob. If I was human, I would have said he was hot if I was still a human, not the case now.
"Who are you, leech, and what are you doing here?" the shifter boomed in a deep voice.
I regained my composure enough to say, "Umm, Jasican, and none of your business."
"Whenever I see a leech around these parts, it is my business," the man spat back at me.
"Okay, you need to chill. One, I didn't know that this area was claimed, then again I forgot that this is a free country. Two, I haven't even done anything to you, so what the hell is your problem?"
The remaining three wolves growled at me. "Your existence is all the problem I have with you. You fucking leeches, who kill for their own pleasure, living off of the life of another. I can smell the human blood on you, I know you've killed humans. I'm gonna make sure you never harm anyone again."
My mind felt like it was being torn in two at this point. One point, I wanted to fucking rip this guy's head off for calling me a leech and hating me because I was a vampire. The other, I finally had a way of dying, standing right before me. I never believed in the death penalty up until I killed Jeremy, and I couldn't live knowing I had done such a terrible thing.
But I thought about Godric, how he had killed way more than I did. He was remorseful about it, and he was trying to do whatever he could to make things better for both vampires and humans. He wasn't wallowing in self-pity, at least not anymore, and he was trying to spread a new way of life for vampires. This made me feel like a sniveling coward, wanting to take the easy road instead of facing up to what I have done.
I also thought about Jacob, how much it would crush him if he found out I had both killed someone and died. That was all the motivation I need to know that I was not going to fall to a bunch of dogs.
"Look," I said as calmly as I could. "I can't explain what I did, nor will I defend it. I'm not entirely thrilled about this existence to begin with, and if I could take back everything I did, I would in a heartbeat. Sure, I might deserve to die for taking away someone's life, but it's not gonna be by a bunch of vigilante dogs who feel they can play the law. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm getting out of here."
I knew before I even said the last sentence that that particular part wasn't going to happen. I turned around to see the other three wolves closing in behind me. "I'm afraid that's not going to happen, leech. You, unfortunately, do not have a place in this world anymore. Kill him."
I heard the male phase back into a wolf and a split second before they launched themselves at me, I leaped as high as I could up into the trees above. I grasped onto the highest limb, about sixty feet up, and pulled myself to stand. The wolves were now barking at me, and following chase up the limbs towards me. I stood my ground until one of the dogs were close enough to attack me. I did a miraculous mid-air cartwheel to the next tree in order to dodge my attacker. Another wolf, a smaller, brown one, had made his way level to me and leaped to attack me as well. I jumped forward off the limb I was on and flipped over the wolf. I landed on a limb seventy feet away, the wolf didn't.
I played this game of cat and mouse for probably thirty minutes. I hadn't relented and neither did they. Pure instinct seemed to have taken over, as I had no idea how I was able to perform such miraculous stunts. These wolves were hellbent on killing me, even if it took all day. I stayed in the trees, knowing it was my best bet of survival. Twice during, I had came close to launching an attack myself, but the closest I got was kicking on of the wolves to get him away from me.
I didn't think my concentration was slipping, as it's kinda not possible anymore (or maybe you can still get mentally tired), but as I was about to land on another large limb ahead of me, I slipped on it, and found myself slamming headfirst into that limb and falling down the the forest floor. I probably took about a dozen limbs with me in the process.
I landed on my back, but before I even had a second to get up, the nearest wolf, whom I guess remained on the forest floor, leaped on top of me and sank his razor-sharp teeth into my arm. Now, I was feeling pain again. I screamed at the shock of the pain, even more so when he tore off a piece of my arm. As I was about to try and hit the wolf that was on me, but it seemed the others had reconvened and started biting and tearing off other parts of me. It was only chunks, but the pain was excruciating. I had no idea what had compelled me to say this, maybe it was the fact I was facing death once again and the hopelessness, but in the loudest voice I could summon up, I screamed, "JACOB!"
As I was expecting nothing to happen, what happened next totally shocked the hell out of both myself and the four wolves. I heard a very loud howl come from somewhere far out in the fields next to the woods. In a flash, a huge object collided with the one wolf that was the most on top of me. The other wolves ceased their attack on me and turned their attention to the newcomer. With great pain, I rolled to my side to see who the new wolf was, but my mind and body were focused on reconstituting my lost parts. All in a moment, I had regained everything that was ripped off my body, and heard several barks, growls and howls.
All four of my attackers had surrounded what was the absolute biggest wolf I had see. He had very shaggy russet fur, and brown eyes that showed such intelligence, I'd swear they'd belong to a human. The leader had lunged at the russet wolf, the russet countering with a bite to the leaders neck and threw him a clear one hundred feet away from us. The other three had crouched for their attack against the russet.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and shouted at the middle one, "STOP!" and the strangest sensation came over my body. I half was in my world, half in something else. I couldn't describe what I was seeing, but from the part of what I saw, the center wolf had stopped dead in his tracks. I attempted to focus on the other half of my vision, and I could hear panting. I found I had four paws and fur, and I could hear whispers of at least two other people, frightened and frustrated whispers. I couldn't listen in, but with my mind in both these worlds, I couldn't yet comprehend what was going on. I said, "Stop attacking us" and it came both as a whisper out of my mouth, and as a passing thought through whatever wolf form I was.
Whether the other two whispers heard or not, I didn't have time to find out. The russet wolf had slammed into the remaining wolves and charged right at me. As I was still disoriented, I didn't have time to react, and the huge wolf scooped my up with his mouth and bolted out of the woods faster than anything I've ever felt before. We left the woods in less than a second and went about what seemed like a hundred miles before we stopped. I felt myself drop out of the hot, wet mouth of the wolf and suddenly in the arms of a large, naked man.
"Jacob?"
