Author: Furyan Goddess
Title: Imprint
Fandom: Twilight/AU 5 years after Breaking Dawn. Renesme was never born, thus Jacob never imprinted on her.
Warning: language and strong sexual situations. Talk of Vampirism, blood drinking, werewolves, death, verbal abuse.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Twilight Saga. It is written by Stephenie Meyer and I make no money by the use of characters from it. I do this for my amusement only, ok, well maybe Bitten's too:D.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jacob Black and OFC~ Danni Greene
Feedback: yes please, this is my first Twilight fic
Author's note: All this vampire stuff has inspired me. Hope you enjoy. I've altered a few things in my story. Like the sheer size of Jacob, I've taken about six inches off of him, making him 6'6". I'm also thinking 108 is a little hot, so while It's not specific as to the temp, he won't burn you when you touch him. Human skin reddens at 120*. 108 is very uncomfortable.

* This is written mostly from Danni's POV, but there are parts that are Jacob's POV. It will switch. Jake will be in bold. Danni, normal.

**Thank you to MrsTrentReznor and Bitten for all the help and support. I couldn't have done it w/o you two.

***Please read warnings, author's notes and disclaimer. If it is something that wouldn't interest you, don't bother reading it please.

Jacob

It took some time, but slowly, I got over her. Mostly. A lot of miles and years passed and with each one, I healed a little more before I realized that Bella was just not meant for me.

Not that I had much choice in the matter, after Edward turned her. A vampire and a werewolf would not be able to co-exist. I loved Bella, but everything about her that I wanted and dreamed about, died with her that day.

After that, I got pretty dark, violent even. Nothing really mattered much to me but killing vampires, every damn one I could find. I did my job and I did it well.

Days and nights were blurred, sometimes weeks would pass before I saw another member of the pack.

I swear they were beginning to think I'd gone rogue. Maybe I did, for a while. When nothing made sense and the only time I didn't bleed for Bella was when I was killing. Jacob Black was lost and the thing that replaced him was just shy of a monster. Who knows, maybe I was a monster, but I'm a little more sane now. I can live day to day knowing there is a chance of seeing her. Of seeing them together.

She loves him and if there was or is any part of me that still loves her, I had to let go. You can't force someone to love you. Took a long time to realize that and we both deserved better. I loved her with everything I had at the time, but someone, the Great Spirit or the Powers That Be, did not approve. I never imprinted on her and now, with distance and time, I realize the simplicity of that. She was never meant to be mine. Didn't make it hurt any less though.

The vampire population is down around these parts but I take the form of a wolf more times than not. It's there I find my solace. I've learned how to wall in my thoughts and now I can shift without anyone reading me if that's what I desire.

I sleep and run as a wolf. Hunt as one. I eat raw game and it does not pass my notice that in the process of eating, I consume blood. Perhaps wolves and vampires are closer than I once thought. The idea disturbs me.

I don't age, haven't changed in years. I had gotten slightly larger, filled out just a hair more, but I looked the same in the face. I almost looked my age. Inside, I felt like a hundred. A few short years ago, I was happy all the time, life was great, now. Life is.

I'd given up the dream that was Bella, but now I wish I could find someone, anyone to help fill the void; but who would want a dog? Maybe something wasn't right inside of me? I didn't know. The whole pack has imprinted, but not me. Maybe I wasn't meant to?

I have little to offer a woman, a wife, it was not possible to go to college while you hunt and kill vampires. Hard to hold down a job too. The village pitches in and supports the pack but I feel guilty for taking away from them. Some have even less than I do. At least I can stay warm. So, I hunt my own prey and I sleep out in the woods most nights. That way, my ration can go to someone else. Someone that needs it more than me.

I see her from time to time over the years when Edward wasn't around. Sometimes I can even pretend that I wasn't still not bruised. The lingering affection is what's killing me; I just want to be free of her. Is that too much to ask? Is it part of my curse, love thy enemy? I have yet to purge all traces of her from me. As much as I try, a small part of me holds on to her. I know I can't have her. Ever! Why does she still haunt me?

Love?

Looking back, I can't even be sure that's what it was. More like obsession. I needed to prove to me, to the world, that I was better than a bloodsucker. In the end, I failed. Apparently, life goes on. I'm ready to move on.

Sam is married now; everyone else has imprinted but me? What do I have, Nada. Another good reason to wall off from the pack, jealousy isn't pretty on anyone. We're a group, we have sworn to have each others back. Thick and thin, blood death and love. Hating on someone because they're happy is just wrong and petty. I'm happy for all of them, but it still stings.

I don't want to be petty. I want to be a good man or at least a better one than I have in the last five years.

I was getting older; time to grow up, buck up and shut the fuck up. No more Bella talk, no more moping for what never came to be.

I was moving on. Bella has a life now, a husband and family. It was my turn.

Still, imprinting is tricky and for some reason, it has never happened to me. I was the last of the pack. Maybe it has something to do with my own willingness. Maybe my obsession over some certain dark haired vixen kept me alone? Who knows. Maybe I just needed to grow up?

It could happen tomorrow or next year, I just hope I have the strength to hold on until then.

The elders said that it was my destiny to lead the pack, to be alpha, not Sam. He was more stable and has a woman. Should I take that from him because it was my right? He was doing a good job of it, his orders are fair. What would make anyone think I'd be better suited for the job?

No, until I got my head on straight, I would maintain my place. If and when I decide to step up, I just can't see Sam stepping aside with a shrug and a smile.

Life was so much easier when I was just a boy from the rez. Before the bloodsuckers moved back and changed my life forever.

Danni

My mom died when I was young and my father was an alcoholic. We survied, barely, sometimes skipping breakfast so we could have cereal for dinner that night. Life sucked and in my desperate need to escape, I ended up marrying a man a lot like him. A man that was too old for me by ten years and had only a little more than we did growing up.

He died three years later, blunt force trauma they called it. I say he got his brains bashed in over a game of electric poker down at the local bar. I couldn't find it in me to really mourn his loss; I was relieved. I was free. What kind of wife was I? My husband might have been a loser and a drunk, but he never hurt me. He gave me what he could and he loved me in his own way.

I missed him; I could see that now looking back. I missed having another person around me, the feeling of security that provided. Tim had been a pretty big dude, a little more belly than muscle but people knew not to mess with him. I think that might have been what drew me to him in the first place. He could protect me from my father, even if it was as simple as not allowing his words to hurt me anymore.

I was left with a broken down trailer worth hardly more than a grand. Two busted down cars and a leather arm chair. I sold it, sold it all, and bought an old conversion van.

It was ugly and handled like a bitch, but I could pull over and sleep any time I needed or wanted too. Even had a little hot plate to heat up soup. Yep, I was living the good life, well better than I had been.

I even gained a little bit of weight, but not much. I'd always been sickly thin, lack of proper food would do that to you. I also took after my dad, who was lucky if he pushed a buck twenty-five wet. But he was a mean bastard and when my husband died, he laughed and said, "You think you're gonna come crawlin' back home, Little Missy?"

He always called me Little Missy and I hated it. It wasn't my name and it wasn't an endearment. The way he sneered it, he meant it as an insult.

I promptly informed him that I'd rather starve to death in the middle of nowhere than set foot in his house again and lit out of town.

I've been on the road since, driving. Surviving. Never living.

Life was hard and it was brutal and I was so damn tried of it all. Tired of the running and tired of being alone. I wanted a place to fit in, someone to call family. A place to call home.

Forks was cold and wet and painfully green. Trees and grass and endless rain. There was mud, but the ground cover was so lush, it was more of a non issue. The rain made the cooler air seep deep until it become almost numbing at times. It really wasn't that fantastic of a spot to settle. No sun to shake off the doldrums. No real changes to look forward to in the weekly forecast, just more of the same and the same was always rain.

How did I end up here? Maybe because there was no where left to go but Canada. I ran out of road. Nothing any farther west but the ocean and at some point, it just turned back into east. I was done with the east. Coast to coast, a new place, perhaps I would finally find what I was looking for but I wasn't holding out hope. All I knew was, I was looking for something different than what I had.

I rolled into town on a Monday night and was shocked to find almost everything had been closed down. Small town, early shutdown. Nothing and no one. I rented a room for the night even though it was just past six and funds were low. I just wanted a real bed and a shower. If I planned on finding a job, I'd have to get a good night's rest.

As I walked across the pebbled parking lot, I looked around. The only people on the streets were teenagers or younger adults. Where was everyone else? Was the town so dull that there was no life after dark? Was it unsafe? No, it couldn't be that, how much crime could they have in a place like this?

Besides, where I came from, the trailer park I grew up in was guaranteed to have more drugs and more crime than Forks. Pushing all thoughts aside of my past life, I showered and promptly passed out.

Dawn broke as a gray band of light in my room and I groaned. Time to get up and face the day. Time to finally start over.

I washed my face and brushed my short brown hair and sighed. I should grow it out, maybe? Would it make me appear younger? Did I need to look older? Was that a line around my eye? Twenty one years old and it felt like a hundred. How old did I really look? Maybe the rain and lack of sunlight would be good for my skin, maybe it'll help wash away the hard years?

I put on jeans and a long sleeve black t shirt. It was the best I had, and it was also the only thing left clean.

I decided to walk and get a feel for the town. I looked at the businesses lining the road. A huge sporting goods store, a cafe' and other little places sprinkled around in-between converted houses to businesses. Dentist, well, that's out, I think I had been to the dentist once in my life. Luckily I had been blessed with strong teeth but lack of cavities didn't make you a dental assistant. An insurance agency, again, I knew nothing about that. Living poor like I had, we never could afford it.

I stopped in the middle of the side walk and my heart sank. I realized that I had nothing to offer, no previous job experience. Nothing. What was I going to do? How was I going to work, make a living and support myself?

All I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and hide. Deny and avoid.

People walked passed me, some gave me strange looks, other's pulled their kids to the opposite side, away from me. I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid it would come out as a sob. I noticed a bench twenty feet away and sat down with a tired groan.

Life passed by slowly as I sat there and watched. The stranger looking in, longing to be a part of it all, but always separate and alone. The story of my life.

I heard a voice and turned to look up to find a man speaking to me. He was beautiful, in an eternal way. Bronze hair and eyes, pale skin and perfect teeth and clothes.

"Hello," he said softly, "I'm Edward Cullen."

I smiled softly up at him, "Danni Greene."

His smile went larger and he nodded, "It's nice to meet you, Danni Greene. You are new in town, yes?"

I snorted, "Yeah. I'm new alright."

"And you need a job?"

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, trying desperately not to look too pathetic. I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore.

He gave me an odd look and said, "Maybe I can read your mind."

I laughed and played along. "Really and what else to you see in there?"

"That you've got nowhere left to go and you're tired of running."

My breath caught and my eyes went huge. He laughed, a musical, alluring sound and I blinked at him.

"I'm just teasing. You are in Forks, there is no where left to go."

I took a breath, "And the running part?"

"Why else would a lone woman move to Forks if she was not hiding away from something?"

It was my turn to laugh, but it was still a nervous giggle. There was something about Edward Cullen that wasn't quite right. Why would he of all people walking past, stop to talk to me?

"Well, I could help you with the job part. My wife and sister own a clothing boutique two blocks down."

"Your wife?" I shook my head, "You don't look old enough to be married." I married at eighteen. Way too young. I hoped Edward Cullen and his bride have better luck at it.

Edward smiled that secret smile again, "I am older than I look."

I looked at him and could see it, in his eyes. It always shows in the eyes. "Thanks for the offer, Edward, but," I shrugged, "I don't know anything about clothing. In fact, I don't think I know anything about, well, anything."

He stood quickly, shoved both hands in his pockets and waited for me to stand. "You can learn, can you not Danni? You are a smart girl, a survivor? It is time to start living."

What could I say to that? It was oddly creepy and while I wanted to be totally freaked out and run the other way, I found myself standing up, giving him a weak smile and a nod. I followed him down the street in silence toward his wife's store.