All characters except for Annabelle Causley and a few others belong to Stephenie Meyer…and, of course, the writer is not receiving any profit for this story whatsoever.
This is an AU out of Stephenie Meyers' Twilight series. This story starts after Eclipse, two weeks before Edward and Bella's wedding.
Chapter Nineteen
Jacob sat up in bed, feeling restless and slightly claustrophobic. Running his fingers through his shoulder length hair, he realized he needed a haircut as he got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans.
Walking through the small house, he checked on his father, nodding in satisfaction at the soft snores. He grabbed an apple from the kitchen and walked out of the house without bothering with his tennis shoes.
He had spent two months exploring the Northern countryside and hadn't bothered to phase down until his return to La Push a week ago. It felt strange, walking around on two feet instead of four, but he had admit, being around people again was a definite plus.
Walking into the forest, he moved around quietly, running his hand over the trees as he munched on the apple. He was enjoying using his hands again and was looking forward to checking out his Rabbit...the one thing he had actually missed while roaming about as a wolf.
He was enjoying rediscovering the little things that were part of being a human yet he missed the sharp senses that were part of being a permanent werewolf. If it hadn't been for Bella's wedding to that damn leech, he would have stayed away.
Sighing, he couldn't help but recall the look of hurt on Bella's face after he had reminded her about the treaty. He wasn't being spiteful, at least he didn't think he was, but it was necessary that those long agreed upon terms were fulfilled by all involved parties.
"You're so distracted anybody could sneak up on you and…do whatever they want to you."
Jacob's head whipped to the side, his eyes locking in on a small figure leaning against a tree several yards away. Walking slowly towards it, he couldn't help but lose his breath as he looked into the most beautiful oval shaped face with large black eyes, surrounded by thick blue-black wavy hair that fell down to a small waist that flared out into rounded hips.
His mouth fell slightly open as she moved against the tree she was leaning on, the curves of her body well displayed by the soft folds of the deep red dress she was wearing. Letting his eyes roam over her face then down over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her legs, he couldn't help but suck in his breath as he finished at the crossed ankles and small delicate feet.
"You like what you see?" The seductive purr in her voice made his body tighten as he took another step closer.
Staring into her black eyes, he felt that shift all his pack brothers talked about. Gravity ceased to exist as she became the center of his world, keeping him in place. Taking another step closer, he couldn't help but breathe in the breeze, which brought with it a scent that made him think of hot luscious raspberries, a scent he knew without a doubt belonged to her.
"Who the hell are you," Jacob leaned against a tree a couple of feet away, crossing his arms over his chest, not sure of what to do. He hadn't expected this to happen to him, after all, he was still deeply in love with Isabella Swan…well, now Cullen. As he stared into those bottomless black eyes, he wondered to himself how difficult it would be to ignore the pull from this beautiful vampire.
"I'm Annabelle," her full lipped mouth spread into a sexy grin as her eyes moved slowly down his body, taking in the russet colored skin, the wide chest and shoulders, the flat muscled stomach, "A friend of Edward's."
"I see," Jacob frowned at her as he pushed himself away from the tree, his eyes narrowing as she did the same, "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Annabelle moved with a grace that made Jacob think of silk, "You haven't told me your name yet."
"Jacob," he cocked an eyebrow to stop her from getting any closer, "I'm a friend of Bella's. You're about to cross the treaty line."
Annabelle stopped, a frown marring her otherwise perfectly smooth face. This wasn't going the way she wanted it to. The fact that she felt a surprisingly strong sexual attraction to him was the sole reason he was still alive.
His scent was driving her crazy, the thirst in the back of her throat becoming more intense with every passing minute. She couldn't help but wonder what would win out in the end, her sexual hunger for him or her thirst for his blood.
"Would that be so bad," Annabelle bit her bottom lip as she took another step closer, "After all, I'll be close enough to…touch you."
Jacob's chuckle carried a dark tone to it as he crossed his arms over his chest, drawing a line on the dirt with his toe, "Touch me? Is that really all you want to do? I mean, you're the first one of your kind to actually want to be near anyone of my kind…and if you cross that line, I have every right to kill you."
"Is that really what you want to do to me," Annabelle pouted as she took another step closer to him. If she reached out, she could actually touch him, discover for herself if his skin was as smooth as it looked.
Without warning, Jacob grabbed her arm, spun her around, and pulled her against his chest with her arm twisted behind her back, "What I want to do to you is not the issue," he whispered into her ear, trying to ignore his reaction to her nearness, "The issue here is that you're a bloodsucking leech, one of the Cullens, and a friend of Edward's. I'm not a friend of Edward's. I don't like Edward. I don't like any of you," Jacob breathed against her neck, smiling as she breathed in deeply, "And I especially don't like you. All you want to do is suck me dry…am I right?"
"That's not all I want to do," she looked over her shoulder at him, a smile on her mouth and a look in her eyes that tempted him to throw caution to the wind, "There's definitely more than just your blood calling to me."
"Yeah, well," Jacob pushed her away and took a step back as she turned to look at him, "Fight it. I sure as hell will."
"I hope you're in for a long fight, then," Annabelle licked her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, zeroing in on Jacob's dilated eyes, "Because I always get what I want…and what I want…is you."
Jacob swallowed as she turned and walked away, her hips swaying seductively, the moonlight highlighting her long legs through the red fabric of her dress.
He wasn't sure exactly what was happening but one thing he knew...he wasn't going to give in that easily.
