Fuck me, it's been almost a year since I updated this? Wow, well my laptop has died 3 times and my main computer has died on me also, along with my mum's laptop (I have an electronic magical touch). Well my year's been interesting. I sang for the Pope when he visited England, I went to Disney Land Paris, sang in France, went to many gigs, finished my AS levels (and failed Biology as predicted). I've read many books, listened to new bands, had my birthday, got my provisional license, gotten a kitten, gone into therapy, gotten new phones, and now started college (English college, like 6th form, not American college, like uni.) So I wrote loads of drafts for this fic (all of which are lost) so I'm starting this with a totally different take and hopefully you'll like it. Thanks for bearing with me, life has been hectic. Tell me about your year when you review this!
This is kind of a filler chapter, even though it shows you snippets of what's happened/to come. You'll get it in later chapters!
"And how do you feel about that?"
"How do I feel? Well what do you think Doctor Genius? I have no idea what I am because I have no family, I have no idea who I am because all I have to go by are some ancient books and you, oh and I seem to have this little problem of randomly shifting into a dog! How do you think I feel about that?"
"Now Jacob, I don't think getting angry at me will solve any of this."
"Oh fuck off with your therapy bull shit. My dad hates me because I was the one saved from the crash, not my sister or my mother. The whole tribe hates me because I'm imprinted to you, I can't go back to school because I shifted in class, and I can't go out into the woods and shift because the pack which I am supposed to be alpha of will kill me, so just...fuck off!"
"Jacob calm down."
"Oh no, don't use that weird fucking power on me Jasper Hale because if you do you won't be having sex until my next life and with my life span as a wolf being longer than a human's you're pretty much fucked aren't you? Oh wait, you aren't because I won't let you!"
"Now's not the time to make idle threats-"
"Idle? Idle? There's nothing idle about it Jasper. So stop acting like a fucking shrink and start acting like my imprint!"
Jasper
Sitting was not my favourite pass time activity. Watching Jacob sleep however, was. I loved how his tanned face would be absent of stress or worry, his jaw would hang open, allowing soft snores to erupt from his throat and saliva to run down his chin. To you, it may not be a pretty sight but to me? Well, when I eventually fall asleep, it's a dream I dream I'm having.
Not only is it adorable, it's down right sexy. His body's changed since he began to shift. He's taller than me by a good few inches, he stands at 6ft right now but he's still growing. His body has filled out, stretching the skin with hard, firm muscles which I love to have against me. His hands are now paws, with a span so wide it sends shivers down my spine. His lips are plump which radiate heat and when they're against my skin, send a hot white spark through my body.
"Jasper, please can you keep your thoughts down?" Edward begged.
"I can't help it Edward, he's just so beautiful," I whispered.
He sat beside me, silent. He didn't have to say anything to let me know he was scanning my thoughts, trying to understand what I saw in the young wolf, why I was so fascinated with him, why I was his soul mate.
"You won't find what you're looking for," I started. "It's just an attraction which has been there since we were both created. We're meant to be, so stop trying to find the loop hole."
"Jasper, please, you have to know how this is affecting him. He can't go home; he can't leave this house because if he does he'll be killed."
I turned and looked at my brother. "Don't you think I know that?" I cried. "I know what it's doing to him Edward; it's doing what it always has, killing him. I can't stop it, I've tried to and you know I have but this is fate! And if fate wants us to be together then I can't fight it anymore. I'm sick of fighting it." I sat back, closing my eyes before drawing a deep, calming breath.
"Jacob doesn't remember does he?" Edward asked.
"No, he doesn't. And he isn't going to. It's bad enough he remembers our past lives, he doesn't need to remember that."
"Okay, but if he remembers, I didn't tell him."
I grunted with a nod and turned back to my angel.
When Edward wondered out of the room, I lay on the bed next to my wolf, careful not to disturb his slumber. I watched as his chest would rise and then fall just as quickly. Snuggling closer, I wrapped an arm round his waist, making sure my cold skin made contact with his.
His snores were loud now that the room had begun to rise in temperature, obviously blocking his nose, creating such an oddly erotic noise.
I'm such a sicko, finding his snores somehow a turn on. Perhaps it's all the years of celibacy or yearning for Jacob. Or, maybe it's the fact that I have my Jacob with me but we have yet to have sex. I'm not a sex fiend, I promise, I just have needs, just like any other male animal. But that's what I am, an animal.
Not human, just a vestal for a blood thirsty animal. How can he stand to look at me? With those huge brown eyes and his pouting lips showing me I'm some how beautiful. No, that's what he is, beautiful, breathtaking.
I sighed before nuzzling my lover's neck. It was so warm and comfy, with his scent to drive me crazy.
He must never find out. He can not find out. My heart aches too much for him for him to undergo that pain.
Jacob. My poor Jacob. Completely oblivious to who or what he is.
Jacob
I woke with the delighting sensation of somebody next to me, Jasper.
His whisper curls fallen on his snow drifted face. His thick blonde lashes resting against his cheeks, Jasper.
I stood and stretched like the mutt I am, hearing my joins crick and crack before I straighten. Dusk had come, leaving the room dark however my sight unaffected.
Yawning, I wondered out of the room that had been designated mine and Jasper's. We moved from the Cullen's old house as it was too close to the boarder, making it harder for me to live in exile but this house was just as grant, just as extravagant. I hadn't had much time to explore the old Cullen's house so I decided to explore the new one.
The carpets were deep, royal colours, showing off their wealth and power. The furniture was antique but somehow modern; it gave the house a vintage effect.
I wondered through the hallway and peaked into different rooms but finding them full of sleeping vampires. Odd, I always thought vampires slept in the day. Shaking the thought from my head, I carried on down the hallway, only ending up face to face with a door I had never entered. I checked around me, making sure none of the Cullens were poking around before slowly opening the door and squeezing inside.
It was a small room full of worn out boxes. It wasn't lit but with my wolf instincts I could see perfectly. It's odd being a shifter, being able to change into another creature, being able to escape the burden of being human.
I stepped further into the room and closed the door shut behind me, making sure the noise wasn't too loud in case it woke someone.
So, there I was, shut in a room full of boxes. In a room full of stuff I'd never seen before, even in the old house. Well, they said curiosity killed the cat, good job I'm the dog's cousin.
Kneeling down next to the boxes closest to me, I opened the lid, causing dust to rise and tickle my nose. I sneezed.
"Gross, snot," I whined.
I wiped my hands on my thighs and carried on with my expedition.
Skipping past old vinyl records and VHS tapes, I found old photo albums. So, being the nosy little bugger I am, I pulled the albums out of the box and shifted so I was sat with my legs crossed.
Photograph after photograph held the Cullen's pale, beautiful faces. None of them had aged, not even the slightest.
Each piece of printed paper captured a memory in time; the Battle of Hastings, the French Revolution, World War I and II, some of the ink was faded and discoloured, others were bright and new.
Carrying on through the book witnessed his past lives through paper. Where he was female, where he was male and even where Jasper had been turned but what intrigued him most of all may not have other and if Jacob was a mere human, he would have missed it but he wasn't, he was a shifter and he saw it like the sun's blaze.
There, on the last page of the album was a small photograph, it had been folded and refolded so many times that there were creases through the whole thing however, it did not distract Jacob from what made his heart stop.
There he was as a baby, no more than 6 months old, beside him, his sister Rachel looking like the beautiful, radiant child she was but beside her was another girl, with the exact same eye, the exact same smile, the exact same girl.
It was a twin.
