DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Twilight Saga or any of it's characters, but oh how I wish to.

SUMMARY:

Jacob's life has been nothing but hurt and betrayal, but when Sam Uley imprints on him this is bound to change...-right? Jacob's a bit OCC in this one due to his circumstances. SamxJacob, JarredxSeth boyxboy don't like don't read.

WARNING: Contains boyxboy, child abuse, hot guys, supernatural themes, shifters with no shirts, bullying, sparkling vampires, explicit scenes and ever so juicy lemons in later chapters.

Enjoy!

Phoenix

Call Of The Alpha

-Chapter Seven-

Fawn brown skin, bronzed by long hours in the sun and Native American heritage stretched across the large rippling body that held Jacob. Short, coal black hair tousled in every direction framed his hard, god-like face and mahogany brown eyes so deep they could go on forever and yet so penetrating that they could see into one's very soul watched Jacob with a look of utter surprise on his face.

Jacob couldn't help but return the same stunned expression. His heart was racing in his chest, fluttering madly instead of pounding. A strange heat was building deep within his gut and his whole body seemed to be focused on wherever their two bodies touched. The feeling made goose bumps want to rise on Jake's skin and his breath seemed to catch at the back of his throat.

It was like his fantasy protector from that morning had been brought to life.

"A-are you o-okay?" Despite the hesitant tone, the man's voice was a husky growl. Jake shivered at the sound of it before reality seemed to step in. Jacob practically leapt out of the man's arms, suddenly afraid that he might have felt the scars on his body, and immediately dropped his eyes to the asphalt. All his life Jacob had been called and treated like scum, like a feral…a piece of dirt. People like him should never look at people like the man before him. They weren't equals, just like with everyone Jacob met; Leah, Seth, Embry, Quil, Emily- all of them, he never met their eye. Why? It just wasn't right.

And what was with that look of shock the man had on just before? Had he not realized he had just stood up for a feral, a piece of trailer trash until he looked at him? Had he been expecting someone handsome or even 'normal'? Of course he had. He probably was regretting his already, Jacob could almost bet that after they separated the first thing this man would do was wash his hands. He wouldn't want to reek of feral now would he?

That thought stung and Jacob winced at the pain.

"I-I'm F-fine…T…t-thankyou." Jacob hurried to leave, wanting nothing more to escape the parking lot and the scene. He wanted to hide in the forest and never come out.

"H-hey! Wait!"

Jacob didn't look back, he realized that at some point he had begun to run. He felt so embarrassed. Jake could feel the older male's eyes looking after him. He ran faster, the blood stuck his clothes to his skin, the wind washed over him like ice, easily passing through the disintegrating clothes. Jake could feel every hole in his clothing, could almost see every stain mark even though the clothes were black. He could smell his sweat, the creek water he was forced to bathe in. The stench suffocated him. It didn't matter if no one noticed the holes in his clothes or couldn't actually see the stains. It didn't matter that the smell was really hidden behind the deodorant Jacob had stolen, he knew they were there all the same and it was for that reason he felt embarrassed, ashamed of who he was. That, and the fact that he had just realized that the fantasy he'd been playing over in his head, the one that had yet to fail him, could never be true, because no one like that, no one that perfect could ever care about someone like him. Jacob reached the caravan, stepping inside he finally paused to catch his breath.

Jacob's whole body was shaking, his breath uneven pants to the point they could pass as someone hyperventilating. Dimly noting the time by the colour of the sky, Jacob hurried to pull a frozen meal from the freezer, cooked it in the microwave, set it down on the table cracked open a beer and waited.

He was still trembling by the end of it. His mind seemed to be in shock, trying to draw thought and only coming up with blanks.

No one like that could ever actually care for him.

How could he have even dreamed differently?

Garrid arrived home, stumbling slightly.

"'M goin' to pub." The stench of Jacob's breath made his head spin. From his swaying position Garrid took in the meal laid out for him.

"Eat." He grunted turning around, nearly falling down the caravan steps, and leaving for his next destination. No-doubt he would stay at the pub until tomorrow morning.

Jacob remained still for several moments after Garrid had left. He had just escaped his nightmare for one night, but more than that, he'd been given a meal- an actual meal to eat! Jake felt his stomach clench suddenly. He realized it was just payment for his… services to Garrid's friends before.

Suddenly Jacob didn't feel all that hungry.

Jacob picked up the dish anyway. He headed for the door. Carrying the meal, Jacob headed to his usual spot in the forest. Sitting down Jacob savoured the feeling of the cool breeze against his skin, the fresh air, filled with the scent of pine and grass. No chance of booze or cigarettes here.

Jake laid back against the tree, slowly eating the meal before him. His whole body practically sang as his stomach was slowly filled by a warm meal, the first in what felt like a century.

He couldn't eat a full meal in one go, no way. Jake knew he would have to wait at least another two hours before he could get more down. He could probably force it into mouth sooner than that, but he would no doubt be sick and there was no way Jacob was going to waste this meal.

Setting it aside Jacob looked up to the sky, night had finally fallen and for once the night was not shrouded by rain clouds. The stars stared back at him, beautiful shimmering lights way up overhead.

A single, lone tear had made its way down Jacob's left cheek. He wished that man had never saved him that afternoon. Jacob wished he had never met him. If he had never met him then he would still have this deluded fantasy of his invisible protector. One that would hold him close and look upon him without disgust.

But Jake now knew better. Now that he had met such a being in person. They were noble yes, caring for sure, but they would never give someone like him a second glance. Therefore Jacob's fantasy was false, therefore he not imagine it again, because every time he did he would see the man from today, see him and that look of horrified surprise. A look of someone who had saved someone and regretted it.

Jacob dropped his head, tearing his eyes away from the stars in the sky. He pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around him.

What would he do now?

Who could he dream about now? Who would be his caring confidant, his hero?

The answer was no one, because no one gave a damn about a nobody, there was no point pretending that someone did.

Jacob found it very hard to wake up the next day and the days following. He couldn't seem to remember why he got up at all. What was the point of it anyway? It was not like anyone would notice if he suddenly didn't show up for school anymore let alone miss him. In fact, apart from suddenly wondering why his meals weren't automatically prepared, Jacob doubted that even Garrid would not his sudden absence.

Somehow Jacob did manage to rise in the morning, he went through the motions of preparing Garrid's next meal, walking to school, sitting in class and then leaving at the end of the day to go home.

The bullies no longer bothered Jacob, they always gave him a wide berth. Jake had wondered if he had suddenly become invisible, until he spotted the man from the other day dropping off and picking up Seth, Quil and Embry from school everyday. Jacob hated it when he did that, his presence seemed to be a constant reminder that he could no longer dream of his pretend champion. Jake hated him for that. Jacob's dislike for him grew tenfold when he found out the man's name; Sam, Sam Urley. The same Sam that had caused the whole drama between Embry, Seth and Quil. Without Sam, they would have never fought, without Sam, Embry wouldn't have ever been so short tempered that day… without Sam, Jacob would still have friends.

Jacob really hated him for that.

Sam, however, seemed oblivious to the young teens growing hatred, in fact, the more irritated Jacob grew, the more he tried to be around. On two occasions Sam had actually called out to him, trying to get his attention. Jacob ignored him on both occasions, Sam seemed to only catch on the second time round.

Now it was worse, now Sam watched him silently. Watched him walk from one side of the car park to the next every morning and every afternoon with the same serious and confused look upon his face.

Jacob couldn't be more grateful when the weekend finally arrived. He was so sick of everything and everyone, he just wanted to go to the forest. He didn't know why but to him he felt at peace there… almost at home with the constant green surroundings and the faint whispers of the forest.

His dreams of the forest however had to be put on hold. Jacob had just finished serving up Garrid's dinner when something slammed into the side of the caravan. Jacob jumped about a foot in the air snapping around. Someone grumbled, spat nosily on the ground and then fumbled with the door latch. Garrid toppled in, a liquor bottle in one hand and a split lip.

Jacob gulped.

Garrid was drunk, stone-dead wasted.

Garrid had always been a mean drinker, but when he was like this, as rare as it was, he became something else. He had been like this when he put Jacob threw the window, he had been like this when he's broken Jacob's arm. When Garrid was like this he didn't care who he hurt or where he hurt them. A.k.a. Jacob probably wouldn't be showing up for school next week.

Jacob wanted to run, his heart pounding in his ears. But he couldn't run. Sure Garrid was completely out of it, but if he remembered later on that Jake had been absent when he got home, the teen would find himself with a one-way ticket to the streets and Jake didn't want that at all.

"What 'ou lookin' at boy?"

Jacob literally felt his heart stop.

Thankyou for all the reviews, yes it was Sam in the last chapter and Yes we will be seeing a lot more of him from here on out.

Aww man I feel so bad doing this to Jacob, at least when you hit rock bottom there's nowhere else to go but up.

I'll post the next chapter in a week.

Keep those lovely reviews coming, nothing gets the typing going like feedback does.

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