A/N Just a wee one here. Last few chapters the character staged an uprising and charged through the barricades without authorial permission.
Thus -
Emmett: So, you know you need me to go along with Edward to get Jacob, right?
Author: Well, actually, I don't, thanks.
Emmett: I'm coming anyway.
Author: Uh...okay, then.
*some time later*
Author: Thank God you are here, Emmett, otherwise this chapter would never have worked.
Emmett: [smiling smugly] Told you so.
February in the Olympic National Park stays in the water shadow, the low ground often free from the snow that habitually clothes the higher ground. The rising fog and lowering clouds breed and become one. The trees, immersed in constant liquid, open their pores and grow fast and strong. Elk roam the Hoh valley, nuzzling trees that bow under their mossy burdens. It's a good hunting ground as any, winter quiet on the tourist trails. A place to run fast, on four paws.
Leech stench like sweetened sulphur adds itself to the smell of wet moss. Jake's fur feels gritty, bloody and matted, like he's just rolled down a mountain top and picked up tiny bits of shale and scree from beneath the snow that have wedged in his skin and are still working their way out post-phase.
Oh yeah, because he has just rolled down a mountain. Used like a Quileute surfboard by a filthy bloodsucker, no less.
Jacob Black the man, has a treaty to obey; Jacob Black the wolf, whose mate has been threatened, subsumes him.
It's dusk. The best time for a wolf to hunt.
The vampire called Emmett reminds him of a black bear: all lumbering teeth and claws. He clearly relishes teasing the wolf on his tail, letting Jacob slip close enough to him, then turning with a lazy grin and shouting out:
"Come on pup."
"Heel, boy!"
"No stopping for a wee now."
What Emmett is too dumb to realise is that Jake is playing with him.
He's not a jot slower than bloody Emmett Cullen. He just likes taking prey down by the rump. Cullen's going to return home with a bite out of him, and 500 pounds per square inch of crushing pressure can do some damage even to a marble ass.
Jaws widen, saliva flows, then Jacob's mouth is batted away by lightning sharp reflexes.
He recoils at the smack.
"Behave yourself, dog," Edward Cullen hisses.
Where the hell did he come from?
Jacob falls back a little, blood in his mouth dripping then coagulating. He shakes his head to clear it, his mind dazed and emptied.
Time passes as he races through the towering trees. The first star appears.
Ahead of him there is the oddest of monologues.
"Well that's an interesting idea," Edward Cullen is saying. "Maybe that's why we can't catch her…Yes, it could be…Jasper might know."
It's like listening to one side of a telephone conversation, and that's when Jacob Black realises.
Edward Cullen is a bloody fucking mind reader.
The instant he lets that thought shout out loud from his furry brain, Edward turns, and looks like he's about to spit like an angry cat.
"Lalalalalalalalalala…"Jacob immediately tries to fill his mind with random noise. Feels his heart pound. Tries to stop himself from thinking, dammit. Fills his mind with Bella's face. Bella under him in bed – oh no, don't go there…Music!
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Maybe the entire REM back catalogue will keep him at bay until he has a chance to rip off Cullen's head. But how do you get to him if he knows you are coming? Dammit.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,speed, grunt no, strength no.
Bastard knew. Image: Edward buying car parts in Whitehead's. "Hey, if you're looking for a decent carburator…"
Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government forhire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck.
Bastard knew all the time. Image: rainy day in the garage. Oil on too-white hands. "Oh Bella Swan. She's your girlfriend?"
Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tetheredcrop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed.
Bastard got inside his head. Peeping Tom.
Tell me with the rapture and thereverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, brightlight, feeling. Pretty. Psyched.
Bastard got inside her head. Made her do things. That's how. Not. Her. Fault!
It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it.It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fi-ne.
Jacob pulls ahead with a burst of speed and knocks Emmett Cullen sideways, sends him flying into his brother so that both tumble to the forest floor.
He looks over his shoulder and barks out a laugh.
Gives a message loud and clear in his thoughts:
Thanks Cullen. You just taught me how to beat you.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to go and get my girl.