Author's Note: Okay in this chapter was so LONG I had to split it into two parts… You will seriously need to pay attention to understand. Questions are welcomed and expected. Please pay attention to what's going on. But I got the idea when I googled Russian werewolves. I took some key points of the story and formed my own. (Link of Russian Werewolves on my profile.) Oh and mild lemons, sorry = ( .
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Chapter 10 The Wawkalak and Bodark
Nine days later, we had another appointment with Carlisle. Whatever the amniotic sac was made of made it difficult for Carlisle to see through. The doppler let me hear my child's beautiful heartbeat, it sounded as galloping horses. Although I felt ugly and bloated, I was overcome with joy when I heard this. Jake at that point had been working overtime at the shop and doing double duty patrolling.. Another reason I knew he wasn't my imprint. If I was how could he leave me every chance he got? Especially with patrolling, he could have taken a night of to spend with me.
I was beginning to become bored with myself sitting at home all day. Maybe I should get a job or join Peninsula College in Port Angeles. In that one week, my clothes were becoming tighter and I've never thought much about vanity but I've never felt so unattractive in my life and gaining five pounds didn't help. I began having morning sickness, it wasn't enjoyable at all. My sense of smell was so strong now that I couldn't be in the same room as my family for longer than a few minutes. I couldn't believe Jake stuck around so long, smelling that.
Momma, Edward, Emmett and Esme headed off to Russia to see if the Volturi were in Russia. Lily insisted Alice and Jazz weren't there. And like Lily predicted they came home empty handed. It was a dreary holiday without Auntie Ally and Uncle Jazz but we made the best of it. Christmas came and went; Lily somehow knew I had bought her an art set. She had to be able to tell the future but something's she spoke about mad no sense just like the babies she always mention. She kept repeating I was having two babies not one and that she doesn't want to see me sad. I let what she said roll off my back, after all she was a child and her imagination was going to run wild for a few more years. For Christmas I replaced Jacob's passenger door, since I had dented and ripped the handle off last month. Also I got the seats reupulstered as a bonus. Jacob had made me a new bracelet since my old one was so small I couldn't wear it. When he given it to me he promised he would always be there for me and I thought about my promise ring he had made when he went missing last year. It broke my heart that I had lost it but he said he could always make a new one.
A few days later, on the twenty ninth of December, Esme had suggested Jacob go look at a house on Mora road. It was halfway between La Push and Forks. On the way to see it, I was having strong cramps that made me have to catch my breath a few times but I played it cool, no use in worrying Jacob. We drove down Mora Road and pulled off onto a dirt drive that lead up to the house. Good, there was privacy, Jacob needed privacy with him phasing all the time. As we pulled up, I knew it was perfect for Jacob. It was uncomplicated like Jacob. It was simple and served a purpose. Nothing to gigantic, flashy or fancy like my parents and grandparents home.
It had a wraparound porch and a small garage of to the side of the property. The tall trees hide the house from the world supporting the idea of privacy. Sure it needed some TLC and thought the snow covered the shrubberies I could tell they needed to be cut back. I loved it. (Link on profile) We stepped out of the Rabbit in unison staring at the magnificence of this house. It had cedar siding and wooden side boards and stunning original windows. My logical side thought about the heating bill and the cost of one month's pay. Then I remembered this was Jacob, he didn't need a heater.
We walked up to the porch steps and peeked inside. Perfect was the only word that came to mind, simply perfect. We walked around the porch peeking in each room. It was a three bedroom two bath home, with no bulls*** room, just a kitchen and living room nothing more. It had rustic charm. It was old but had character, like my father. I giggled to myself.
"What?" he laughed. As he stepped nearer to me I could hear his boot hit the wood beneath it.
Looking at his coffee colored eyes, I sniggered, "Nothing, I was just thinking, how perfect this house is."
"I'm glad there's a garage," he said taking his hand out of his thin sweater pockets and pointing to the east.
"I know that's great for you. I wish would could see inside," I uttered glancing through the paned window.
"Do you like it?" he wondered stealing a look at me.
When he did that it made my face redden, I'm amazed that after all these years he still made me blush. Feeling the sensation of blushing under my cheeks I responded, "It doesn't matter whether or not I like it you're buying it."
His brows furrowed and his head cocked at my statement. "Well, you're moving in with me. Right? I don't want to buy a house if you don't like it."
He actually wanted me to move in with him! I reflected upon an optimistic future. A future where he had no imprint, a future where he was mine forever. I imagined our child, a boy, this baby was a boy. Grinning, I could see Jacob and our son playing in the front yard, maybe soccer or catch . I sitting on the porch watching them as the spring air was swiping the hair around my face. My entire soul surged with elation and complete excitement. I couldn't wait for my hopeful forthcoming. I was ecstatic and the only reaction I had was to kiss him. I skipped over to him jumping on him wrapping my legs around his waist, and my arms surrounding his neck, planting kisses up his neck and his cheek repeatedly. He firmly gripped his hands under my bottom , making certain I wouldn't fall from his strong arms.
Next, I planted a demanding kiss on his tepid lips. Felling his smile in our kiss put me on cloud nine. Him being happy made me delighted. I deepened our kiss, hoping it would help him understand how much I needed him near me, in me. I wanted him to be aware of how much I loved him. Currently, I was in a cold in a cold flash, thanks to the pregnancy, but I couldn't tell with the warmth of his body on mine. So when his warm tongue touched my cold one, I was sexually awakened. I could tell his rouse when he pushed me up against the outside wall of the house.
His lukewarm hands creeped up beneath my jacket and shirt and he rubbed my back. My feminine core was now tightly pressed against his member. At that second I could feel his hard stimulation. Slowly, as he intensified our kiss, he easily rocked against me. I now knew he was as sexually provoked as I was. He pulled away unzipping my jacket so my collar bone was exposed. The cool December breeze brushed my wet lips. He started trailing kisses down my neck stopping at the top of my chest. As quickly as I could I pulled of his light sweater and threw it to the deck porch beneath our feet. Leaving one hand on the small of my back, his other hand found its way to the back of my head. His fingers were tangled in my wavy hair and yet again he kissed me with such desire. I was ready. Here and now.
Still thrusted against the siding of the house, my hands lowered to his jeans. As I began to unbutton them, he let up on the pressure he had put on me, that was keeping me pressed against the wall. My feet found their way to the surface under my feet. His hands found their way to my hips and now he started kissing at the hollow of my neck. Still I attempted to unbutton his jeans when his hands found mine and he laced them together. Leaning over my right shoulder he whispered into my ear, "Not until we get married."
A second ago I was so eager to have him to start a future with him, but when he put it in words I was negatively provoked. Why would we be married when he was just going to leave me for his imprint! Frustrated, I stepped back away from him saying, "You're an idiot."
"Why am I an idiot?"
He was on loan until he found his imprint. I'm taking what I can get. Wrapping my arms back around his neck with an undertone I sighed, "Come on we've done it before, and we don't have to worry about getting pregnant."
"Renesmee, even if I said yes, we're not doing it out here, on a splintered porch, of a house we don't live in."
"No one lives here, its empty. Please, there's no one around," I whined releasing my hands.
"No, that's final."
Freaking Alpha tone, how come every time he used it I obeyed, I wasn't in his pack. I walked away from him, irritated. I just needed to have him, all of him. Pissed off, I positioned myself on the rickety stairs resting my elbows on my knees. I stared at his car that was parked in my line of vision. I wanted to punch something, and it would be his car. My metal punching bag. For a second I was actually going to get up and let all my frustration out on the Volkswagon. But he stepped down past me standing in front of my view of the metal punching bag.
"Do remember all those talks we had about premarital sex?"
"Yeah," I nodded, not looking at him.
He sighed and said, " I made a mistake in London."
Wow. What a freaking stab to my heart. Hurtfully, I murmured, "What are you saying? That I'm not good enough, that what happened was a mistake?"
"That's not what I meant," he stated ruefully.
"Was I not worth it?" I complained looking up at him.
His eyes always carried his expression, it was one of his best features. His eyes dropped in a puppy dog fashion and he whimpered, "Of course you were…don't ever think you weren't!"
"I can't comprehend."
"I practically lied, I-I," he released a heavy sigh kicking at the snow under his feet. Looking back up to me he said,"What a hypocrite I am for telling you to wait until you were married and there I was having premarital sex. "
I just listened to him and snickered at him acting as a parental figure. He wasn't a parental figure anymore, I wouldn't want him as one, not like he once was. A long time ago he was a caring uncle, then a protective brother, then a faithful friend, and though I was not his soul mate, he was mine. He wasn't my parent, he was my lover! This is so strange, that he's seen me grow up and I used to see him one way and now, everything has altered.
As I fretfully played with my fingers, I blankly stated, "You're not my father Jacob."
"No, but we should have waited."
"Are you sure I was worth it?"
He kneeled before me, making sure our eyes met, "You're worth more than my life. I went half way around the world to save you, Renesmee," then he whispered almost ashamed, "I lost my virginity to you."
"But do you regret it?"
"No, not entirely," he stated still seeming ashamed, then he added, "I was scared."
"Scared?"
"I wanted you so bad," he stated standing up again towering over me, "I needed you but in the very back of my mind, I thought about your age," when he said that I rolled my eyes, "how much I missed you and loved you but I was afraid of what would happen when that moment came. What if I lost control, what if I hurt you?"
"You wouldn't have hurt me Jake."
"I could have," he stood and started pacing in front of me.
"No, you know how to control yourself better than the other werewolves."
Stopping in his tracks he looked to me, like dear in the headlights, "The wolves in Russia?"
"I'm just talking out loud," I shoke my head attempting to blow it off. A ache in my stomach returned, I inhaled deeply. Why must cramps hurt so freaking bad!
Jake noticed and just frowned saying, "NO, no you're supposed to tell me what happened in Russia and you brought it up, now tell me."
" Technically I don't think you are a werewolf, but the technicalities don't matter, there are other werewolves out there. Which is why the Volturi were in Russia."
"I'm not following."
" I didn't exactly tell you everything."
"You're right," he said ridiculing, "you've told me nothing."
Licking my chapped lips, I prepared to tell the story I wished I couldn't remember." The Volturi had originally moved to Russia because the weather is cloudy a good percentage of the year, and the population was more than doubled from Volterra. Another advantage was in Russian they're more worried about werewolves than vampires."
He leaned himself on the rails and crossed his arms and legs listening. His head lowered to my level, his face was hard and serious. He was in Alpha mood, yes he was all business at the moment.
My eyes peeked up to his tall stature and then I looked back down to the snow on the ground. " There's two types of were-wolves in Russia some called Wawkalak and the other are Bodark. The Bodark make themselves known, they're just as bad as the Volturi hunting humans as prey, to eat. They've made life easier on the Volturi."
"Because people thought more about werewolves than vampires?"
I nodded, " The Wawkalak are good they protect, like you. They're cursed, some say by the devil himself, like us vampires."
He frowned at that, but if Carlisle's opinion on Lilith and the origin of vampires it was true. The devil cursed us making us demon like as the Wawkalak.
"Not even the Wawkalak know why they were turned, I believe it's because they're good people and the devils thrives on their suffering. The only down fall of them is that they only turn when the moon is out, unlike you when you can do whenever you choose to do so. If it's a cloudy night they can't protect people from the Bodark or vampires."
Looking up to my right he was still standing tense and intently, gazing at me. Unenthusiastically I continued, "The Bodark's are people who chose to be werewolves. Something with a copper knife, tree and a chant anyways they want to be werewolves. I guess to be strong and powerful, somewhat similar to the Volturi. They turn only at nightfall and they become animalistic, they have no conscience. Which is how they must be in human form. They starve for human flesh the way vampires crave human blood."
"Why are you telling me all this? What happened in Russia?" he questioned concerned.
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"There was a war."
"A war?" he wondered.
Vacantly, I stared of at the frosty greenery verbalizing, "You think people would be frightened about a vampire verse werewolf war but I wasn't. It doesn't even compare to human war. Or the humans caught in the crossfire of these wars."
"What do you mean?"
"To me, I used to think, human life was so much more precious than a vampire or werewolf. Aro told me vampires have no soul, and if so where does that leave me? With half a soul?"
"Renesmee, you have a soul and a conscious."
" I don't know whether I believe him or not? But many human lives were lost in this war. It consisted of several small battles and one major one in a small deserted village (Link on profile) but, I was glad to see so many members of the Volturi die and the Bodark. But I felt guilty for leading them to their death, because once they were apart of humanity. They were humans and I lead them to their death. If I have a soul that's on me."
"How did you lead them to their death?"
WOW! I think this is beginning to get VERY interesting
