Title: I Can Feel Your Feelings Through This White Paper.

Author: alt-3-etf

Beta: EVS

Pairing: Jasper and Jacob

Summary: AU. The Blacks move back to Forks after Billy's accident. Jacob's principle offers Jacob a shrink, only to have it to be the vampire who not only despises the young wolf, but wants to rip his throat out and drink him dray. It's not too good when Jacob imprints on him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters. OC's where needed, no one major. Some minor changes too – they have fangs that come out when they get aroused, smell blood etc. They also sleep eventually just every...two weeks or so, not every night.

Warnings: Cursing, Male on male [eventually], mythological creatures. RACIST COMMENTS I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND! Mention of drugs in this chapter.

Author's Note: Thank you everyone who reviewed, read and added me/this fic to their favourites. It honestly makes me smile :) By the way, thank you to Lord Rekhyt for wishing me a happy birthday, I did Emerald Vs Silver came to my house and the present she got me was amazing. :)

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It was him. Him from my Ancient Mythology class, the one who seemed to be quite racist towards me and, called me a dog.

"Please, sit." He gestured with his hand.

I took a pew on a small leather sofa, and he took one opposite me, in a small cushioned chair.

"Well, let's start from the beginning shall we?"

I grunted, "Which beginning?"

He smiled shortly, "Well, why don't you start with why you moved away from Forks in the first place." His hair fell gently in front of his eyes and I suddenly had an innocent urge to brush it aside. Wait, what? I wanted to move it out of his face and kiss his soft, plum lips.

WHAT?!

I blinked fast, my headache got worse. My pulse was racing, my chest was tight and I think I just voided my bowels...wait, no. I didn't.

I watched Dr Hale's eyes change. And when I say change, I mean change in emotion. One minute his eyes were bright, happy, understanding, the next they were hard, wanting and what looked like...lust.

"I-I don't know why we moved away. My mom said it was because they needed a change of scenery..." I swallowed. His perfect, blonde eyebrow rose.

"Oh, so why did you move back?"

I didn't stutter this time but I didn't answer quickly. I sat on the couch, looking at my lap, where my hands rested.

"It's a long story," I muttered. My voice was low and unemotive. I didn't want him to catch on.

"Obviously, this long story has a strong, emotional hold on you."

I glared up at him. How the fuck did he know?

"You feel angry that I know it has a hold on you."

I grunted.

"So, Jacob, are you going to continue?" His hand gave a soft gesture for me to continue. I stared at him blankly.

"What is there to continue? We moved away because my mom wanted to, nothing else to tell."

He suddenly had a pad of white paper, and a pen in his hand. Beginning to scribble away, I felt my head throb. I grimaced while placing my palm over my forehead.

Dr Hale lifted his head quickly, "Are you okay Jacob?"

My throat became thick and swollen. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, not even a singly breath. My chest became incredibly tight, not only making me silently wheeze but stop my breathing all together.

I stood, for the apparent thought it would straighten out my wind pipe, despite the fact the problem wasn't my wind pipe.

"Jacob? What's wrong?"

I could feel my face going red from lack of oxygen, my body becoming weak, and my sight becoming blurred. Oh fuck, I was going to pass out and die.

DIE!

I don't know about you, but to me, that was a huge deal.

I felt my eyes close, only to open at a sharp pain in my abdomen.

My throat gagged and blood dripped down my chin.

I took gulps of air. I was acting as though I'd never get it again. Well, I'd gone a minute or two without it, and did it hurt? Yes.

I doubled over, clutching my stomach. Why did it suddenly stop?

I looked over at Dr Hale who had made to attempted to help me at all. His eyes were fixed on me, well I say me but I mean the blood slowly sliding down my chin, to my neck. Lust shot through them, as if it were teasing him. Was he into the whole blood thing? Bondage? S and M? What the fuck? Why did I want to know?

Because I wanted to be the little slave, taking his big, thick cock up my ass.

I stiffened.

Had I just thought that?

Yes.

Was he staring at the blood strolling down my neck?

Yes.

Was I going to stay there?

No.

I quickly straightened and bolted out of the room, out of the building. I wasn't going to go there again.

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The next day, when I woke, my body refused to answer my brain. My head was clouded with pain, and my body was heavy with exhaustion.

I had to rush to school...again. I woken up late, and well, my legs weren't running that fast, so I was late for school, late for class and hell, late to hand in my unwritten homework.

My classes went as usual, quick and painless. I paid attention...well, as best as I could with a killer migraine. It wasn't a headache, I'd figured that out. I'd drank water, I'd ea-

I hadn't eaten in over 3 days. That had to be why my head was hurting so damn much. But if that was the case, why hasn't my stomach hurting? In fact, why the fuck had I coughed one blob of blood up yesterday after that sharp pain?

I didn't hear the bell ring for lunch, my teacher, Mr Sweat (I think his name was actually Mr Bell but he sweated...a lot. He's swipe his forehead with the same cloth he wiped his underarms with...and from the looks of it, it hadn't been washed in a while...) had to come over to me and tell me, with his sweaty forehead and smelly armpits. I shuddered mentally, if I ever turned out like that, I'd lose weight for starters and then go to the local store and buy some Lynx. It's not just a deodorants, it's an antiperspirant.

I slowly made my way into the canteen, only to have my stomach growl at the smell of food. My saliva glands opened up and I was drooling. I'd forgotten to pack something, so I would have to make to do with waiting till I got back to the tent.

I sat at the smallest table in the room, pulling out my unwritten homework and begun writing. Better late than never, right?

I wasn't in the greatest of moods while writing this essay on my 'family life'. Yeah, I had one minor problem; I didn't have a family life. I lived in a tent, in the fucking forest, with little food, hardly any money and limited access to water and showers.

What was I going to do about school holidays? Half term holidays were approaching, meaning for one week I'd have no water supply and no access to a shower.

I sat nibbling on my bottom lip as I thought about the holidays. I had nowhere to go, no one to ask for help. I couldn't exactly go back into Dr Hale's office and beg-

I winced in pain. My head was getting worse, the throb was getting worse. I closed my eyes and begged whatever God maybe out there to get rid of the pain.

They didn't listen.

The bell splintered my head. I packed up my crap and headed for my Ancient Mythology class. Dr Hale would be there.

How the fuck can a student also be a doctor? Did he have that disease where your body looks young but you're actually 38 or something? Kind of that that movie I saw last year, Orphan I think it was...

I sat in my usual seat, at the back, and waiting for the class to start.

Dr Hale took his seat next to me, he didn't speak to me. He didn't look at me. We sat in one of those uncomfortable silences where you want to ask a million questions but you don't dare in case he eats you.

Throughout class, my migraine became more of a burden. The throbbing became so intense that it hurt to open my eyes.

I laid my head on the table, enjoying the cool wood against my sore head.

Suddenly, the pain spread through my body. Slowly, it travelled down my neck, pooling out when it reached my shoulders, holding my comfort hostage and causing it great pain. Extreme pain.

Travelling south, the pain reached my abdomen, bite white burning shot through me.

My arms were being pulled, my legs the same. It were a piece of blue tack, being pulled and rolled until I snapped and trust me, I was on the verge of snapping.

My face stung and I could feel my teeth popping out of my gums.

This was gruesome. This was torture.

I could feel their stares on me. I could hear their whispers. I could smell their fear.

The pain was gone.

I tipped my head back and howled.

I howled like an animal.

It wasn't like before, where I screamed in pain.

Oh no, I howled, like a wolf.

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Sorry it took so long. I've been ill and preparing for school to start. Wonderful.

Anyway, here it is. My chapter. Sorry it wasn't much. I'm not sure when I can update again so, hope you're happy with this.

~ Alt3Etf.