Alright! Here's chapter 9! I'm only uploading one chappie, since I'm starting to get short on them, and I like having a few up my sleeves in case a writer's block sets in ;)
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On a more serious note, it might be a while before I update again. I suffer from a clinical depression, and lately it's been getting worse to the point of my mum and I discussing whether or not I should be hospitalized, agreeing to get my doctor's opinion first thing tomorrow, since it's nearly 3am here in Denmark. Of course I'll try to bring my computer and wireless internet if it gets to that point, but even if I don't get hospitalized, I'm kind of in a constant daze since being in this black hole practically robs me of most emotions, which doesn't produce the best writing. So I apologize in advance and hope you'll bear with me.
In the mean time, I posted a oneshot based on "My Hero" by Foo Fighters, though I prefer the Paramore acoustic version. It would be greatly appreciated if you would check it out and leave a review, even if it's just to say "good" or "bad"
The next day they sat in the brothers' motel room, talking about their options when Cassie's phone rang. She excused herself and grabbed a pen and paper before heading into the small kitchenette to answer the call.
"Agent Valent speaking," she said, putting on her professional tone.
"Um, hi, this is Jacob Black, Billy's son?" the voice said on the other end.
"Oh yes, hello Jacob. What's up?" she asked. She couldn't fight off the slight hint of happiness that appeared in her voice.
"Well, you told me to call if I came up with anything," he said, sounding slightly hushed and unsure of himself.
"And?" she urged him to continue.
"I-I can't say much, but you have to get out of Forks as fast as possible. The animal in the forest, it's not like any animal you would ever have seen before," he ranted sounding slightly panicked.
"Hold up, what are you talking about? Has there been another attack?" she asked.
"Like I said, I can't say much. All I can say is that you have to get out of Forks. I know I can't make you, but whatever you do, don't go into the woods," he said, his voice sounding almost pleading.
"Jacob, you're confusing me here. Look, I'll come to La Push and we can talk quietly about this, alright? I won't bring my partners if you don't want me to," she offered, trying to soothe him a little since he wasn't making a lick of sense.
"NO! No, you can't go through the forest alone! Bring your partners, they might be able to protect you," he rushed.
"Alright, take it easy Jacob. We'll be there as soon as possible. Are you at your father's house?" she asked.
"Yes," he all but whispered.
"Alright, we'll be right there," she said before hanging up and heading back to where the brothers were sitting. Both looked up as she walked in.
"That was Jacob Black," she explained. "Looks like Billy didn't tell us everything he knew.
Thirty minutes later the Impala pulled up outside the Black residence. Jacob was already waiting for them outside, quickly ushering them into the house after they stepped out of the car.
"So Jacob, what's on your mind?" Cassie asked, deciding to take the lead since it was her he had called.
"You're not really agents, are you?" he asked, his inner conflict evident in his voice.
"Of course we are," Sam said, covering up the fact that he was scared shitless that their cover had been blown.
"No, you're not," Jacob stated.
"How do you know?" Cassie asked.
"My dad's best friend is Chief Swan. I overheard them talking about how weird it was that outsiders had come to investigate the case when Charlie hadn't even requested outside assistance," he practically growled, his eyes focused on the brothers.
"And the shit has hit the fan," Cassie heard Dean whisper. She sighed. Time to come clean.
"Jacob, how about we sit down and we'll explain everything," she said softly, gently reaching out and putting a hand on his arm.
The young man seemed to soften at her touch and finally looked at her. Then he nodded.
"My dad is at Charlie's for the rest of the evening, probably the rest of the night since they're going to watch football. Sit down, I'll get you something to drink," he offered.
Ten minutes later all four of them sat around the small table in the Black's kitchen. Sam and Dean had a mug of coffee each in front of them, while Cassie had settled for a glass of water.
"So, where do we start?" Cassie said, unsure of what to say.
"How about at the beginning?" Jacob said, a slightly sarcastic smirk playing on his lips.
Sharing a glance with the Winchesters, Cassie let out a sigh. This was not going to be easy.
"This is going to sound crazy to you, but… We're hunters. All three of us. And I don't mean hunters like, "let's go shoot some deer", but hunters as in, "let's kick some serious paranormal arse"," she said, not being sure how to continue.
Sam took over.
"We were assigned this job because those animal attacks in the woods, well… All evidence points to vampires being behind this. Like I told my brother here," he gestured towards Dean, "I've never heard of grizzlies or mountain lions who bleed people dry."
Jacob smiled wryly to himself.
"Well, you've got that right," he snorted, then regained his hard front.
"Wait, you know about vampires?" Cassie asked.
Jacob let out another snort of laughter. It sounded almost mockingly.
"Of course I know about the leeches. It's because of them I am what I am. Because of them, I lost my best friend and the only girl I ever loved. It's because of them Sam has us running patrols day and night. These leeches are not like those oh-so-wonderful Cullens that first caused me to be what I am. These leeches are what my kind was created to destroy," he said, his voice shaking with withheld anger.
"No offence buddy, but vamps aren't really that hard to take out. A sharp blade to the neck, and they're done dancing," Dean said.
Jacob scoffed.
"Then you've only met the light-version." He said.
"What do you mean?" Cassie asked, her confusion showing on her face.
"What I mean," he said in a softer tone as he looked at her, "is that these bloodsuckers are killing machines. Their skin is hard as marble, they're inhumanely fast and furthermore, their eyes are red unless they're thirsty. Then their eyes go pitch black."
"How do you know all of this?" Sam asked.
Jacob's eyes turned hard again as he turned to look at the youngest Winchester.
"Because like I said, I was created to kill those leeches," he said. "I know because my kind hunts down every foul-smelling bastard that comes onto our land."
"And what do you mean by 'my kind'?" Cassie all but whispered.
Jacob once again looked softly at her, but at the same time wincing slightly as if he was afraid his answer would send her running and screaming.
"My kind as in the wolves. I'm a werewolf."
Aaaand here you go! Hopefully it won't be too long until the next update.
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