Chapter 14: Doomsday Part 1
A/N: Thanks for all the support! I've officially decided to make a sequel! I don't know what it's going to be called yet, but I'll figure that out later.
Jacob lightly whimpered as he stood within a line that was created by the werewolf pack. Sam stood outside the line, speaking to several of the pack members telepathically.
Paul you must be quicker, we all must be quicker. Sam lectured.
Many yelps struck the surrounding as the wolves agreed wholeheartedly.
Jacob, step out of line. Sam commanded him. Jacob listened, trotting out of line. He stared at Sam, wondering when the training would be over. They had been training almost every morning routinely, which was starting to become exhausting tedious work. In all honesty though, the training was paying off. The werewolves were becoming quicker, stronger, improving endurance, and learning how to utilize their natural abilities furthermore.
Paul and Jacob, I want you two to duel. I want to see you use speed, not just strength. Try to use what we have been learning. Sam instructed them as he gazed between the two rather large werewolves. Paul stepped forward first, snarling viciously. His canines protruding, attempting to induce intimidation on the younger wolf. Jacob didn't back down, showing his canines. The fight would be difficult, being that the opponents could read each other's thoughts.
The two werewolves circled each other, daringly snarling. Paul made the first move, pouncing ferociously. His body landed on Jacob's in a loud thud. The only witness to the loud sounds they were making, was the surrounding forest.
Jacob and Paul rolled around, their persistent growling echoing throughout the woods. The other werewolves carefully watched their movements, studying them.
Come on Jacob, you can do better than that. Paul egged him on.
Jacob pressed his paws onto Paul forcefully, rolling until he was on top. A look of shock filled Paul's face.
I didn't think you really had it in you. Paul thought.
This only provoked him furthermore, making him angry. He imagined a face, a face which he would enjoy beating up. Sebastian's snobbish face filled Paul's face.
I do have it in me. Jacob retaliated, attempting to snap his jaws shut on Paul's ear. Paul moved, clenching his teeth onto his nose. Jacob whimpered from the abrupt pain, jumping off him. Paul quickly stood up on his four legs, nearing Jacob ferociously.
Their teeth showed as they growled, crashing into each other once again. No one went down, either not wanting to face defeat. Simultaneously, their paws lifted, trying to force each other down.
Give up Jacob. Paul spoke angrily.
This only prompted Jacob to growl louder and gather more strength. He gained the upper hand, pinning Paul down. For an unknown reason, Jacob kept picturing Sebastian's face. Sebastian was the reason why he and Farrah hadn't been on speaking terms for a week. If he hadn't been drunk and messing with her at the bonfire, none of that situation that created a rift between them would've never happened.
His paws pressed harder onto Paul as his anger grew enormously. Anger pierced through him like an arrow.
That's enough Jacob! Sam commanded him. The angry werewolf pulled himself off Paul reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to keep acting as an aggressor.
Farrah draped her body across her bed, feeling unbelievably tired for some peculiar reason. The most peculiar thing though, was that she couldn't stop thinking about Jacob. Even though, one week of not talking to him had quickly turned into two weeks. I can't believe I'm still thinking about him. Farrah sat up tiredly, feeling lousy.
"Farrah." Chelsea's voice rang throughout her bedroom. The red head had walked in, unbeknownst to her.
She looked at her step-sister carefully, "what is it?"
"You know." Chelsea stepped closer, "I'm tired of you acting so sad."
"I'm not sad." She denied, running a hair through her unruly curly locks, attempting to smooth them down.
"Look." Chelsea took a seat next to her, "I think this has something to do with Jacob."
A blush crept on Farrah's cheeks, "it doesn't have anything to do with Jacob."
She knew she was lying through her teeth. It had everything to do with him. Farrah lightly tugged on her blue bed sheets, hoping to distract herself, but it didn't work. Nothing could distract her from thinking about Jacob Black.
"You can't deny it." Chelsea smirked teasingly, "you know you want to kiss him."
Her face reddened more, wanting to run away from the whole situation. She had kept trying to avoid it, avoid Jacob. No matter what she did though, the problem was going to be there still.
"Ok." Farrah admitted, "he is the problem, are you happy now?"
"Yeah." Chelsea nodded, "now we're getting somewhere."
"It's just." She felt herself beginning to slowly open up, "I can't face him."
Silence ensued in the room as Chelsea was in deep thought. Farrah shifted on her bed uneasily, not believing that she was revealing this to her. It was somewhat strange, but yet relieving.
"Farrah." The redhead invaded the silence, "I just really think you need to come to terms with what you're feeling for Jacob."
Those small amount of words triggered such enormous butterflies and ridiculous flips within her stomach. She shamefully lowered her eyes, knowing that Chelsea's words were the truth, the very truth. After all the time she had spent with Jacob, becoming a close friend and then eventual best friend, she had developed strong feelings for him. Feelings that couldn't be ignored, no matter how hard she denied them. They had kissed, confessed their yearnings for each other. But still, she had ignored him for the past few weeks now. A feeling of overwhelming puzzlement came over; she didn't quite understand her reasons for avoiding him. Most importantly, I want to keep our friendship. I already crossed that line though, so it's not like I can take that back. But why do I keep avoiding him still?
As if by fate to end the conversation, a knock sounded on the front door. Farrah and Chelsea simultaneously stood up, curious to see who it was. They sauntered down the staircase, proceeding towards the door.
Chelsea took charge, swinging the door open. Also, as if by fate, Jacob Black stood there, a desperate look carried on his face.
"Oh…." Chelsea smirked, "it's you."
Farrah stood next to Chelsea, wanting to run away. She knew that she couldn't though; she had to face her fears. An awkward silence endured as the three of them stood there speechless.
"I guess I should leave you two lovebirds alone." The redhead teased, quickly fleeing the room.
Farrah and Jacob were left alone, completely alone. The bright sun hit Jacob's body, making him appear more radiant. Her lips pursed uncomfortably, not sure how to even begin a conversation with him.
Farrah opened the door wider, signaling for him to walk in. He understood the signal, walking inside. She shut the door behind him, while trying to ignore the constant knots that explored her stomach.
"Look." Jacob began, "I get that you don't want me in the same way that I want you, but I don't understand why you've been ignoring me. We're still friends."
She carefully mulled over what he said in her thoughts, responding quick, "of course we're friends." Her voice nervously croaked, "and I do want you in the same way that you want me."
A joyful spark filled his eyes, "you want me?"
"Uhh…" It was hard to repeat what she had just said, "yeah."
He smirked, taking a giant step closer to her. All his fears had immediately washed away. All he could muster to think about, was that she wanted him too.
"Fare." Jacob addressed her quietly, not even having to ask the question he was about to ask.
"I'm sorry." A apology exited her mouth, "I really am. I don't know why I keep running from you."
She turned her back on him, feeling incredibly upset. Jacob stepped closer to her, wrapping his russet skinned arms around her from behind. A mixture of puzzlement and happiness pulsated throughout their bodies. It was as though they understood, but quite frankly didn't understand the situation.
His arms gently brought her closer towards him, enjoying the affect that she brought upon him. It was an affect that was entirely her own. No other person could stir such emotions in him.
"I'm so sorry." She mumbled once again. Farrah turned around, throwing her arms around his neck in a passionate embrace. He reciprocated the embrace, hugging her tightly.
"I guess." Confession floated from her lips, "I wanted to stay friends, even though I had a crush on you. I've tried to be your friend most importantly, but that didn't work out." Memories of them kissing plagued her mind.
"I'm sorry." He started apologizing, "I should've told you what imprinting really was. I should've never left out the truth."
"It's okay." Farrah accepted his apology easily, "I never really was that angry with you over that. I think I was trying to make up an excuse to not talk to you."
His arms pulled her closer to him, signaling an understanding. His body heat penetrated her, filling her with constant warmth. Even though it was summer, she didn't mind. Jacob's body heat was strongly desirable, always filling her with a sense of unconditional friendship, but yet affection.
"We're going to stay best friends no matter what." Jacob spoke softly, "any of this won't affect our friendship, it'll only make it stronger. I won't ever give up being your friend."
It was at that moment, Farrah realized he was true to his word. Jacob was always her friend, no matter what the situation was. He never turned her away or put roadblocks between them. He was caring and kind, but yet humorous and hot-tempered. He would be the friend to put you on the right path if you were on the wrong one or to offer you favors without strings attached. He was a true friend.
"You're a great friend Jake." She mumbled appreciatively.
He stayed solemn, only hugging her. A silent understanding had swept between them. An understanding that Farrah was not prepared to face the honesty of their relationship. She would need time to mull things over. At the same time though, they knew they would stay friends, no matter how difficult their mutual feelings would make the situation.
July had approached fast, startlingly fast. It was barely the first day of July, but things had seemed to come together, smoothing down.
Farrah was no longer running away from Jacob. Even though being around each other was difficult, they managed to. Their true feelings hadn't been forgotten, but it provided a stepping-stone in a closer friendship. Farrah was still pondering over an actual romantic relationship with him.
Jacob pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans. He was gathered around multiple trees and members of the pack. They had just finished the morning ritual that consisted of training for the upcoming war.
Embry casually laughed as he and Quil spoke about plans for the upcoming weekend. Some members of the pack began walking away, heading towards their different homes that settled within La Push.
A sudden familiar stench filled Jacob's nostrils. He suddenly stood up erect, staring around the surrounding forest with a puzzling expression. I smell him…
"What's wrong?" All laughter had died out of Embry's tone as he became solemn.
"That leech." Jacob mumbled, "I don't know what he's doing here, but I can smell him coming."
Embry smelled the air, catching a whiff of that foul vampire scent. Quil's nose wrinkled, smelling an approaching Edward…The rest of the werewolves started becoming restless, stirred by the smell of a vampire.
An exquisite car drove into the dirt-impacted earth, braking so recklessly. It had came out of nowhere, like a lost ghost. Edward had parked right near Sam and Emily's house, but in less than a second, he and Bella were out of the car.
They approached Jacob desperately, both having panic-stricken faces. Sam had been lingering in the distance, but he quickly came to Jacob's side, already knowing too well that something was wrong.
"Willard." Edward spoke ungraceful for the first time Jacob had ever recalled, "he lied."
"What?" Sam stood in front of Jacob, showing his alpha status.
"Sam." Bella voiced, "they lied. Edward read Willard's mind. They're planning on attacking today, when the pack wouldn't suspect it."
These very words sent an alarm off to the surrounding werewolves. They huddled around the two vampires, speaking to each other wildly. It was as though all self-control was lost.
"Silence." Sam interrupted all conversations in a firm tone.
Everyone fell silent; knowing any rebellion at the moment would truly be unwise.
Edward took the opportunity to continue, "Jacob. They're going to go after Farrah. They know you imprinted on her, they'll do whatever they can to hurt you. It's the best they can do to hurt Ephraim Black."
Everything around Jacob had suddenly become insignificant. Every sight or sound. His heartbeat sped up, a deeper panic settling inside him. His concentration was only pertaining to Farrah's safety. It was the only thing that mattered to him, nothing else mattered.
"I have to call her." Jacob spoke urgently, feeling the air in his lungs become heavy, "I---have to get to her!"
He grabbed his cell phone, quickly dialing Farrah's number. Her phone only went straight to voicemail…
"Jacob." Sam stepped closer to him, "you can't go to her. You're going to have to stay here. They're going to attack."
Jacob didn't care if Sam was giving him an order. He wasn't going to follow it, not if Farrah's life was at stake.
"I can't do that." He answered Sam straightforwardly.
"I'm not asking Jacob, I'm demanding." Venom leaked in the alpha werewolf's tone.
"And I'm not listening."
Bella motioned Jacob silently, signaling for him to go to the car. Jacob stalked over to the vehicle as Edward and Bella followed him. The three of them climbed into the car.
In the next few moments, a vroom rung out La Push as the car had speedily left.
Sam's eyes filled with anger as he watched his own pack member disobey him intentionally.
Farrah moved across the white tiled ground that was scattered over Border's floor. She neared bookshelves, curiously trying to find intriguing literature. Her finger delicately pressed on different book binds, trying to search for an interesting title.
I usually can find books pretty easily. I wonder why I can't find one today…Her thoughts were answered as she subconsciously pondered over her and Jacob's relationship. She couldn't get him out of her head, no matter how hard she tried.
Farrah waltzed over towards the young adult section, grabbing a few books with beautiful illustrations on the covers. She sat down on one of those comfortable, relaxing chairs that the store provided.
She opened each book, reading inside them. The books seemed decent, but they weren't the kind of books she was looking for. Farrah stared at the small crowd of people in the young adult section, eagerly wanting to go search for more books. Instead, she just sat down, waiting for the crowd to wane down.
It was as though something overcame her, something strange. Her stomach began hurting slightly as her head started throbbing. Her fingertips landed upon her head, touching where her headache was.
"What's going on?" She mumbled to herself. Farrah craned her neck curiously, observing the other customers that were in the store. I wonder if anyone is noticing I'm in pain.
She leaned back against the chair, feeling fingertips graze her shoulder suddenly. Farrah jumped forward, her eyes widening in shock. What was that? Her gray eyes locked onto a figure that she had only seen in a dream. A figure that was so enigmatic, but yet dangerous.
Standing next to Willard, stood all of his vampire clan. Each of them, aligned accordingly.
Her lips pursed, fear settling inside her. Questions pounded her mind as confusion also settled in. Jacob had told her that she wouldn't have to worry anymore. But, there was Willard, standing only several feet away from her…
"Hello." Willard greeted in a smooth charming voice.
She stood up, prepared to run.
It was as though the leader read her mind, "you can't run." His tone turned dark, surfacing his true plans. Farrah clenched her fist, shaking convulsively. Everything was out of her power, out of her control. She couldn't do anything, but just stand there helplessly.
Clarissa approached her, smirking so deviously, "come now Farrah, you don't want your boyfriend to worry."
"What?" Puzzlement spread across her face.
"That's right." Willard began, "your boyfriend is in trouble and if you want him to be safe, you'll come with us."
Without hesitation, in the midst of a bookstore, Farrah handed herself to the vampires. Jacob's safety was the only thing that bombarded her mind. Nothing else mattered, nothing at all.
A sense of accomplishment rushed over Willard, knowing that his plan worked perfectly. A smirk spread across his face as his clan gathered around Farrah so slyly, but yet dangerously.
With quick strides across the floor, they headed towards the store's exit.
A/N: OMG! This is close to ending! Please review!!! Thanks to the continuous supporters!!!