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The New Jacob

A lot of time has passed since I fought that creature in the snow. Since then I have noticed my body changing. I got bigger, a lot bigger, I could break through solid rock with just a slight kick of my legs, I was faster, my temper became harder to control and I had an almost uncontrollable urge to transform into something else when the full moon came up. I never listened to the urge and I kept running. It was after an unbearable full moon night that I finally decided to turn human to find out just what was happening. I debated and debated with myself for a while before I made my decision. The full moon was coming tonight and I needed to find help.

It was early. The sun had just risen and the dew was still on the ground. I ran as fast as I could to the closest town, which happened to be Bethel, Alaska. When I first reached the outskirts of the city I was actually amazed that I ended up in Alaska of all places. When I thought about about it was kind of ironic. I mean Alaska was where they were going to go and leave me with a shattered heart. I sat at the edge of the city completely still. For some reason I knew that if I changed back and entered civilization now that I wouldn't return to my way of life for a while, but the real question was could I risk not changing back? I felt my body shift and transform and it felt so foreign as if becoming a human again was unnatural. I stood there naked in the snow and inspected myself for any differences. I definitely don't remember being this big, I probably gained another foot maybe a foot and a half. As I searched myself I found something that definitely didn't belong, several large scars on my right side and scars on my neck. I can't have scars, I've cut my hand deep with a knife and walked away without any marks what so ever. When I touched my mysterious marks it felt like they were at least 10 degrees hotter than the rest of me. I didn't need a doctor to tell me something was seriously wrong. I kept my calm as I watched people come from their homes and start their work days. I needed some clothes first of all. Staying in the shadows I slowly moved from house to house sniffing for something specific. As I went to the back of the third house I finally found it. The smell of detergents. I slowly made my way to the garbage can at the house and found what I needed. A white coffee stained button up shirt and a pair of ripped to death jeans. With no time to lose I slipped on the shirt and found it to be at least two size to small for me. The pants fit better because of the rips they were lose enough to barely fit. With a smile of victory I continued to slink from shadow to shadow when I felt my shirt rip along the side. Damn it! Now I needed to actually buy clothes. Not bothering with stealth I walked to the closest store and went in. I didn't bother checking to see the name of the store, it didn't matter to me. I found my way to the big and tall section of the store and found clothes that looked like they would fit me with little trouble. As I looked at them a girl probably 16 or 17 walked up to me with red face. She started talking to me in French and I had no clue at what she was saying. I tried my best to tell her I didn't understand when I heard someone gasp. I quickly wiped around to see a small women looking at me in horror. It didn't take long to notice she was staring at my scars. I panicked then. She was scared and it was clear that if she screamed I would be in trouble. I mean a man, in ripped clothes, no money, with scars on his side, neck, and chest would definitely be reported to the police and probable sent to a hospital to be seen if he was the worlds biggest freak. I wasn't going to let that happen. I was about to bolt to the door when she said something that froze me in my tracks, "Werewolf."

All I could do is stand there in shock at what she said. She took one look at me and could tell that I was a werewolf. Was it possible that werewolves existed in Alaska? I was drawn out of my shock when the women yelled at blushing girl that had been in front of me as she ran in terror. The older women grabbed my hand and before I could protest she pulled me into the back room of the establishment. She went to a phone on the wall and dialed a number while she pointed at a chair. I quickly sat and watched the women as she whispered a few words into the phone and then hung up. Before I could say anything she quickly left the room then came back with a cup of black coffee. She thrust it into my hands before sitting in the chair opposite of me. I looked at the coffee and thought of my situation when I heard the women mumble something in French. I looked up at her and used all my self control to keep myself from standing up and ripping her throat out. My body shook so badly that the coffee that I was holding slopped out of the side of the mug and onto the floor. "Why does everyone here speak god damn French. Speak ENGLISH!" I roared. After my outburst I grabbed my throat. How could I have said that? She was showing me kindness and I yelled at her. I mumbled an apology as I shifted in my seat.

"I understand. The anger is hard to control, No?" she asked with a smile.

"You speak English?" I said in astonishment.

"Oui."

"Oh. I see."

"May I ask when it happened?"

"When it happened?"

"Became a werewolf."

"Oh ya! Uhhhh let me see a calendar and I'll tell you."

The women got up and quickly left into the office she got the coffee from and came back with a calendar. As I looked at the calendar I was surprised by the date. It had been almost 7 years since I left Forks with what was left of my shattered heart. I handed the women back her calendar before I answered her, "About 8 years."

The women looked surprised by my answer but she nodded and placed the calendar back on the table. "You've been dealing with it for a while."

"Dealing with it? Actually I kind of like it."

"Like it! You like being a Monster!!!" she yelled as she stood. For the first time in years I wanted to hide. This women was scary when she got angry.

"Sorry." I mumbled before she sat back down.

"I don't understand how you can like this curse but I won't ask why. I only have to ask have you ever killed anyone?"

"Depends."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never killed a human but I have killed Vampires before."

"Vampires? They exist?"

"Ya of course. I mean their the reason we werewolves exist right? I bet there are some in the area."

"Never met any."

"Strange." I said as I inspected my fingernails. "Who were who talking to?"

"My husband. He is one of your kind."

"My kind? That means your human."

"Oui, My husband was cursed about a year ago."

"Not very old then. Can I ask what gave me away?"

"Apart from the obvious, your size and the fact that you were walking around without a coat."

"Ah. I know that we have been talking for a few minutes now but I don't think I got your name."

"Oh how rude of me. I'm Sophi and you?"

"Jacob."

"Ah." she said before she looked at the clock. An eerie silence enveloped us for what seemed like an eternity before there was a knock on the back door. Sophi quickly got up and opened the door. As she did the cold snow ridden wind came in and an overly sweet aroma filled my nostrils. My body shook as I smelt it and I knew that I couldn't hold back my transformation. I jumped out of my chair and pushed Sophi and an older man out of the way as I ripped through my clothing and transformed into the shape I had been using for several years now.

As I shot out the door several thoughts went through my head. I had to run. I had to survive. But the loudest one I listened to. I had to fight.