H is for Human

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Human (n): consisting of humans

We met on a cloudy and yet warm day – it was kismet, fate or some higher power. She was walking down one side of the street while I was on the other. I doubt that either of us paid much attention to the other at first. I was young and avoided humans as much as possible after witnessing my mother and litter mates receive sharp kicks from old men, rocks thrown from young boys and harsh squeals from women who felt someone was too close to their little ones. She was carrying bags but she suddenly made a noise like a growl that made me start and stop. She had stopped walking and stood looking down at some food things that were on the ground. I would've gone on about my business had I not noticed the piece of meat that opened up and was now wafting to my nose.

Maybe she knew I was after her meat and didn't care or was trying to figure out if she could salvage it while chasing me away. None of it mattered cuz I felt certain I could steal her meat and get away with no harm coming to me.

It had all happened so fast that day. I remembered stepping into the street, a loud horn had honked but I was too focused on my goal to care. Then the girl came running at me. She'd hit me – landed on top of me. I cried out in pain and surprise, tried to get away but couldn't. My heart was beating like a rabbit as I quickly realized my paws weren't on the ground. The girl was holding me and then was yelling at some angry man that was headed towards us.

"What the hell were you thinking, Lee-Lee?" The man yelled at her as I struggled in her grasp.

"What the hell were you thinking, Sam? You almost hit this poor dog." The girl yelled back.

"It's just some damned stray," He never got to say another word before she said something that I would quick grow accustomed to associating with the man, 'fuck off, Sam'.

The girl carried me across the street, stroked my head and whispered soothing words into my ears. I wanted to feel safe with her but I was too panicked to find solace in her kindness.

She'd let me go after returning to her side of the street. I bolted off like a rabbit and hid underneath the nearest car and stared at her as she picked up her things. She hadn't looked off into my direction and for that I felt safer but she did leave the meat behind. I quickly scarved it down before someone else could.

Something about the girl drew me towards her, made me want to follow her. Dogs and wolves are different – wolves are born wild and don't need humans but dogs…it's different. We don't need the humans, per se, but we do want them. Mom tried to impress upon all of us to be careful of humans but that not all were bad. There were plenty who fed us but I just hadn't taken to any like some of the others…until that day.

I didn't see the girl for a week. It's not as if I was actively looking for her but if I happened to see her in passing…well…then…that would've been convenient – kismet or something. I saw her a week later at some event that the humans had going on. It brought all of the dogs and cats of the town out because little kids were good for dropping food and unwary people were easy to rob if you were smart and clever enough.

She saw me before I saw her and tossed some meat at me. I ate it up quickly not wanting anyone else to have it. She tossed me another that I ate up quickly before turning back to her own food. I wanted more but she ignored me. The nerve of her! I began to circle her, pretend that I was walking off – moving on but she didn't do anything. A boy sat down beside her and he kept pointing towards me but she only spared a glance before shrugging and kept on eating. The boy grew bored and moved on taking a ball with him.

I tried a different approach – instead of circling her and acting as if there was something better out there, I simply sat down and faced the ocean same as her. Two could act indifferent. The sucker fell for it because she tossed me some more meat. She tossed it short this time but that was okay. I ate my treat and sat down again. Again she tossed me another – short again. Humans certainly sucked at throwing things unless they were angry. I ate that one. I don't know how many times we did it until I realized that I was close enough to smell her, to see her.

"I'm glad you haven't walked out into anymore oncoming cars." She said smiling at me. I sat looking at her, stunned that she had moved so close. Wait…I moved closer to her. She always was clever.

She talked to me the rest of the day and fed me more meat along with a few 'veggies' that I didn't want but ate anyway thinking she'd not give me anymore meat if I spurned her offerings.

As clichéd as it is, I'd followed her home that night. Neither her stomping father nor her wildly flailing brother could deter me in my pursuit of the girl. I finally understood what Mom had been trying to teach – that there was a human out there for every dog and I'd found her. I became Leah's dog and she became my human.

She named me 'Jacob' or just 'Jake' for short because I had these dreams at night and she said something was up with my 'technicolored coat'. I never got what was wrong or going on with my coat. My coat was…my coat. It had its purpose: it kept me warm, kept fleas off of me and was great in the rain.

She told her friends that I was quarter Irish setter, quarter Malamute, quarter Akita and quarter wolf. I never understood what all of that meant but she said it so proudly that I couldn't help but showcase it as well. I was just a yearling when we found each other and three years later we're still together.

We have a routine down: I see her off to work at a diner before I go around town to see what the action is; mainly see what the cute cocker spaniel, Isabella, is up to and chase that damned cat, Eddie, around. I hate that cat. Thinks he owns the entire rez with those weird, creepy cat eyes. And if he didn't run into Isabella's yard I'd rip his little prissy head off. Leah always comforts me after I fail to catch the fast, little bastard. She understands my dislike for him and hugs me, gives me kisses and treats for at least trying with a 'you'll get him one day, Jake'.

After work, either we walk home together or I sit outside the store and then we walk home together. I never let my Leah walk home alone cuz 'fuck off, Sam' will always show up and try to touch her. I hate him too. Not sure why Leah doesn't like him but whenever he doesn't 'take the hint' which is usually a verbal beserker barrage from Leah or deep, vicious snarls and growls from me, she goes to our room and cries. I hate it when my Leah cries because then she doesn't want to play. I'd bite 'fuck off, Sam' if she'd let me and she promises to but don't.

"If you bit him, Jake, the cops would want to take you away from me. I'll never let that happen." She told me one day as we sat on her porch watching the rain fall.

When she's sad like that I lay with her and lick away her salty tears – they taste good but I prefer my Leah to smile then be sad.

When she's happy we play catch or hide and seek. She tells me I'm the best catcher she knows and gives me 'Leah loving'. I love Leah loving cuz she rubs me on all sides, gives me more kisses and there's extra meat for dinner. Hide and seek is the same because no matter where she runs or hides, I always find her – will always find her.

My favorite time is our 'down time' after playing. We'd lie on the couch together and watch the pictures move. It's my favorite because she'd pet my head and hold me close.

"Jake, you're like the perfect boyfriend – you'd be even more perfect if you bipedal, less hairy and didn't spend your personal time licking your crotch or chasing that damned cat." She'd told me that one day and the tone made me sad. I love my Leah and wish I could be everything that she wanted and more. But, I can't so I'll focus on protecting my Leah and making sure she's happy. Between, you, me and my chew toy, 'fuck off, Sam', I'd be human for her if I could. I mean ever since Isabella got fixed she's not so 'cute' anymore and she's more interested in that damned Eddie then me. That bitch just ain't right.

One night I have another 'dream' that someone hurt my Leah. It felt so real but she tells me that it was a dream – a bad dream. I don't have 'bad dreams'. My dreams are all good: eating meat with Leah, playing with Leah, sleeping with Leah and eating more meat with Leah. I wanted to tell her about my dream, tell her that she can't go to work without me no more cuz I have to protect her…but I can't.

Weeks pass by and I won't leave my Leah's side. It took a while but her boss eventually saw reason and let me come inside while she works. I found the perfect place to watch her and all of the other humans. I don't let anyone pet me but Daddy and Seth because I know they'd never hurt my Leah. Even the grocery store isn't off-limits to me as I refuse to let my Leah out of my sights – not even Isabella and Eddie distract me from my task.

Just when I started to believe that my 'bad dream' was just that a man snuck into Leah's house while we were out playing. She'd gone inside alone because she forgot my treat, a simple mistake, but I heard her scream. I ran to her, tore through the screen door when I smelt a stranger and saw some man – the man – standing over her with something in his hands.

I attacked the man; the taste of his blood on my tongue only urged me on to fight harder. He was trying to fight me off so that he could hurt my Leah but I wasn't going to let that happen. I managed to bite his face but a loud pop went off and my Leah screamed before there was another loud sound and the man dropped to the floor.

My stomach and chest hurt but I let the man go and smiled to see my Leah perfectly fine. She had been crying and hugged me tightly as I went to lay down – I was suddenly tired.

"Oh, Jake, you stupid dog," She surprised me with her anger as she hugged me. I whimpered cuz I thought I did the right thing – no, I know I did the right thing. I protected my Leah – I'd always protect my Leah. "He shot you – that bastard shot you." She cried as she rocked us both. Her hands were covered in blood and that scared me. She had been hurt and that's why she was crying. I wanted to lick her tears away but my chest hurt – a lot and it was getting hard to breathe. My body was getting cold. I didn't want to go – I couldn't. Who would protect my Leah? But…I had to. I realized too late that she wasn't crying because she was hurt but because she was sad. I cried with her and wished hard that I could be human to tell her how much I loved her.

"I love you so much, Jake." Those were the last words I heard before I died.

We met on a cloudy and yet warm day – it was kismet, fate or some higher power. I saw her come out of the grocery store with arms full of groceries. I felt as if I'd seen her before and felt a pull towards her but she was already walking away from me before I could decide.

I followed behind her trying to seem as anything other than some perverted stalker. I wanted to call out to her, get her attention but for some reason words escaped me. Or maybe I was just more interested in her ass then anything at the moment. I stopped short as she dropped her bag of groceries and let out a groan voicing her frustration. I moved to help her with her things, get a better look at her face or get her name at least.

My heart jumped to my throat as I watched her reach for a canned good that rolled out into street. I heard the truck coming – fast – before I saw it and reacted purely on instinct. I rushed out, grabbed her and yanked her out the way just in time. I held her close to me, tightly and desperately. I could feel her struggling to get free but I couldn't let her go just yet.

The driver of the car swerved over and came stomping towards her. His pupils were dilated and he smelled of cheap liquor.

"What the hell were you thinking, Lee-Lee?" The man yelled with a half-frightened look in his eyes.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I yelled back as the girl, Lee-Lee, calmed down. I didn't like this bastard one bit.

"I'm not talking to you." He snarled at me.

"Fuck off, Sam." The girl snarled back at him. "And quit fuckin' speedin'. You're gonna kill someone some day." The drunken man stumbled off and I relished his lack of presence as he drove away, this time more slowly having headed the girl's advice.

I helped her with her groceries and she gave me a 'thanks'. She was beautiful and that feeling of déjà vu still hadn't left me. I had met this girl who's name was Leah once before. She gave me a weird look too once she found out my name.

"Yea, Jacob – Jacob Black." I said smiling down at her.

"You – you related to Jonah Black?"

"He's my grandfather." My father, Billy Black, had a falling out with his father years ago and left La Push taking my twin sisters and his wife with him. I was born just two years later and the two were now working on patching things up.

To be honest, I had mixed feelings about coming here – to live on a reservation but…Mom always said there was that special girl out there for me. And I think I found her.

"That's nice," Leah said cautiously that put me at unease.

"But,"

"Nothing, it's nothing," Leah said waving her hand and managing to drop a packet of beef. We both pause for a moment regarding one another and the meat – both of our arms filled with her groceries. "I had a dog named, Jacob." She states as we both bend down to get it.

"I remind you of your dog?" I asked with a frown unsure of whether or not that was a good thing or bad thing.

"I don't know yet." She admitted with a small smile. "He was a pretty awesome dog."

"Well…you let me know when it's a good thing and I'll keep doing whatever it is." She smiled at me and agreed. I walked her home and tried to fight the look of hurt and disappointment when she refused to let me in. I was a stranger after all but as I waved good bye to her, I just knew deep down inside that she was going to be mine – my Leah. And I'd do anything for her.

A/N: Alright so here goes the second idea I had for human. It kind of hit me after I wrote up the first human when I saw a stray dog that just melted my heart. But he was scared away by a speeding car so I guess it wasn't meant to be. But, honestly, I still like the first Human the best.

So it has been decided I'm going to have martinis as the zoo on my birthday! Oh! I can't wait! Taking a half day will balance out my time off request since I'm doing a half day to take my GRE. Ugh, wish I didn't have to take the math portion of the test.

Well that's all I've got today. Thanks for all the reviews and support for just my everyday-mundane life. I really makes my day that you guys enjoying my stories about as much as I enjoy writing them. Makes all of the headaches, the thinking and rethinking what I write covertly and blatantly (depending upon my location) worthwhile.