I don't own Twilight.
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The sun's bright, colorful rays pierced me through the windows glass as I struggled to keep my eyes blocked from the light. A chuckle rang though the rooms walls as I groaned. Within seconds I was up and out of my warm bed, ready to charge at my attacker. There stood a very, very good-looking man, his eyes beaming toward me in amusement as the memories from last night came flooding back to me. Oh right, the guy who thinks he's Jacob Black.
"Glad to see your finally up. Your parents have been gone for about two hours and Mariah just left. You woke up just in time," his voice singed as I glanced toward my light-up, digital clock.
12:36 pm
Well that's not so bad, usually when I get up its already dinner time.
"I did as you wished and didn't wake you. Even though it was so tempting. Honestly I would have jumped on you if you hadn't woken up in the next hour. I'm so bored," his voice babbled-on, watching me as I grimly walked toward my closet, stepping over the bed I had made from him and toward my dresser that stood in the far back. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a 'Lets Get It On' T-shirt, a bra, and a thong, I was off to the bathroom. Hiding the matching bra and thong set from view.
"Hey, where yah going. I've been up for the past three hours with no one to talk too and now that I finally do, your leaving? Come on, please stay," his voice was pleading. Usually I would laugh at an excuse like that, but I was too tired to care. Ignoring him completely as I continued to drag myself toward the bathroom until it was shut and locked. I did the daily routine, minus the mascara. I brushed me teeth and washed my face, then rolled a comb quickly through my long dark hair. I pulled on the thong and bra, replacing the shorts and tank, then covered myself with jean and my favorite T-shirt. I pulled my hair back in a head-band and took a good one-glance at my appearance. Eh, good enough.
I tossed my tank and shorts in the dirty bin before existing the bathroom, preparing for the worst. Once I had opened the door to my room, a very anxious man came running toward me in excitement, like an excited puppy running to it owner. Well this is going to be fun.
I smiled at him as I breezed past him and toward my window. Unbolting the locks, I slowly slide the window open, letting a chilling, fall breeze swirl around me. I turned back to the man in questioning, not understanding how he wasn't cold.
"Do you want a jacket-" my eyes did a one-glance at his chest "-or a shirt for that matter," I questioned, staring at his bare, built chest. He stared toward me in wonder.
"You still don't believe that I'm Jacob, do you," he spoke, stating the obvious.
"Nope, but like I said. You have to prove yourself before you can even ask for my help," I said, memories of last night flowing through my mind. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that it was lunch time.
"Hungry," I questioned him, studying his features. His face literally brightened at the word food.
"Hell yes I am. I haven't eaten since yesterday. And that was before I faded-" his words cut-off mid-way through his sentence as realization dawned on him. His brightened face was now shadowed by darkness as a memory replayed itself through his eyes.
"Not that you would believe me anyways," his voice a hurtful whisper as his head hung low. That same lost boy I had seen last night was now before me in awakened eyes.
"Hey now, just because I don't believe you doesn't mean you should loose hope for yourself. Never let someone who doesn't see whoyou really are make you become someone that your not," my voice told him gently as I raised his chin with one of my fingers so I could look at his face. His face was full of shock as he absorbed my words.
"You know, for someone who doesn't believe me. You sure have a way of showing that deep down, you really do, but your mind is getting in the was of what your heart is telling you," his voice spoke gently, staring through me with eyes full of hope. We were inches from each other, my finger still lifting his chin.
"Your right, I just wish I could believe it," I spoke, taking my hand away from his face and taking a good step back.
"You said you were hungry, let me fix you up something to eat," I spoke once more, breaking the tense silence that began to build. He nodded, following me down the staircase and into the same kitchen that, just yesterday, had been loaded with gifts. I pulled out a chair for him, asking him to sit as I made lunch. He nodded, pulling his large body into the tiny, wooden chair and sat in silence.
"So, how do you plan on proving yourself," I questioned, wanting him to be that same excited puppy he had been just minutes ago.
"Don't know," his voice spoke, blandly. His head, once again, hanging low. I turned away from the two sandwiches I had began to make and looked a him. He seemed too notice my stare because he glanced up at me in question.
"You don't know," my voice spoke out softly. His head hung low again, hearing my words.
"No."
My eyes lingered on him for a few more seconds, then I turned back toward the marble counter to finish making our lunch. My mind reeled for a way to cheer him up. I know, why should I care. Why care for some guy who had snuck into my room claiming he was Jacob Black. Why should I bother. Because I'm an idiot. And these are the reasons the almighty Leah gets played every time. She lets them come to her for comfort and for help. She gives them her trust and in the end looses every time. But who says this would be the same.
Her mind was screaming at her, tell her how stupid she was for falling into his trap. She had given him a roof over his head and a pillow to sleep on. She was helping him. Her mind told her she was dumb for it, but her heart gleamed in joy, knowing that it was the right thing too do. Not to trust him, but help him. Because she knew deep down that they were both alike in many ways. She was that lost little girl, still trying find that place where she fits in this world. Though, she had been that lost little girl for years, he had just gotten lost and she knew it was her job to find where he belonged. Maybe along the way, so will she, but the doubts on that idea were fairly large. She had lost hope for herself. The exact thing she had told him not too do. This was the reason.
"Jacob," my voice breathed. His eyes snapped up toward me at the mentioning of his…name, his face gleaming with a hopeful expression. I turned toward him, placing the sandwich in front of him, then sat beside him with a similar looking sandwich. His eyes followed me, taking in my every move. I glanced toward him hesitantly, hoping he might consider what I was about to ask.
"Will you…show me," my voice questioned as my heart rate increased. His face scrunched in confusion at my words.
"Show you what?"
I thought to myself, not exactly sure on how to phrase this.
"Well, you know how Mariah's a…big fan of your's. And trust me she doesn't shut up about you. I mean, I probably wouldn't know this if it wasn't for her, but, um…can you show me your, um, wolf form," I questioned hesitantly, my voice a light whisper as I remember the day Mariah had barged into my room after reading one of the Twilight books.
"Oh my God, Leah! He turns into a wolf! My God that is so hot! You know, most girls would probably be afraid of him, if he were to phase in front of them. But not me, oh no. I wouldn't be scared at all, if anything it would be a huge turn-on," Mariah's voice continued to babble.
"Leah, would you be scare?"
"Don't know," I answered dryly, pissed that I had been bothered over this bullshit.
"I know you would," her voice singing as she existed my room.
My face suddenly paled, not sure if should of asked in the first place. But then again, how could he be some…wolf if he isn't even Jacob Black. I don't make any sense. I guess this would be his chance to prove himself, for both our sakes. He stared toward me, sandwich in hand, but his body completely frozen.
"Never-mind. I changed my-" My words were suddenly cut-off by the screeching of the chair. I stared up at… Jacob with unsure eyes, watching as he dropped his sandwich on his plate and was quickly heading toward the front door.
"Where are you going," I yelled as I dropping my sandwich and followed.
"Leave the door open and stay there," his voice boomed from he distance. He was running. Where, I wasn't sure. Fear began to bubble within me as I realized my mistake. What if Mariah had been right. Would I really chicken out? Would I run scared? Would I-
My thoughts were suddenly cut-off by a rather loud yelp. I whipped my head toward the sound letting my eyes take in the view. There he stood on all fours, like a horse but much wider. His fur was like shimmering threads of dark silk and his eyes, big and dark, staring toward me with that same intensity the man- Jacob had before he had left. He slowly stepped in the house, unsure of my next move. I nodded towards him to continue, not wanting the neighbors to see a huge wolf at my doorstep. I walked cautiously around him as I shut the front door and bolted it locked. I continued to stare at his large wolf form. His paws were the size of three of my hands put together and his muscles…they almost looked bolder in a certain sense. As my eyes traveled over his body, I noticed the jean cut-offs tied firmly around his ankle.
"Jacob," my voice whispered, not sure if I was hallucinating. He responded with a gentle whine as he bumped his rather large head against my leg. I chuckled lightly, all fear dissolving as I realized that he meant no harm. If anything he was just a big puppy. A very big puppy, but defiantly a puppy. I smiled up at him, noticing how he still was able to hover over me. Now that's just sad, a dog was taller then me. How pathetic.
Jacob grazed his head on my jeans, rubbing his snout in the process. I slowly lowered my fingers to his large ears, scratch behind them as he continued to ask for attention. I slowly walked toward the living area, gesturing him to follow me as I sat comfortably on the cushioned couch. I giggled as he laid his head above my legs, begging for me to give him attention. I scratched the top of his head, watching as he enjoyed it. Once I stopped, he put his cold, wet nose to my face and licked my cheek.
"Ah, Jake. Why'd you do that," I giggled, as he continued to lick me. God I cant believe this. The man I had denied to being Jacob Black, whom must I say is very much him, is the same man I am now playing with as if he were my own dog. I'm so fucked. His large, wolf tongue went from my cheek, to my nose, to my lips. By then I was going to kill him.
"Jake, I swear if you lick me one more time I will-" My words were cut-off by a very wet, large tongue . I stared into his daring eyes as he stared back at me, playfully daring me to move. I opened my mouth to speak, which in my case, was the wrong move because just in that moment, a very large, wet tongue slid into my mouth causing me to squeal. That's it.
That's when I lunged for him as he yelped in delight. I reached for his stomach trying to find some kind of tickle spot, which was very hard considering he's a wolf. In a blur of seconds, I was pinned to the carpeted floor, my arm above me as his paws help each hand. His lower body was laying on top of most of my body. All I could feel at the moment were my hands, breast, face, and arms. Everything else was numb.
"You've to be kidding me. Now how it this fair," I smiled lightly, struggling to get out of his grasp. He stared down at me, his eyes boring into mine. I stared back, not sure what to do. Suddenly he lowered his large head, his fur brushing against the skin on my face. Slowly, he licked my cheek then bringing his head up to look at me. After staring at me for just seconds, he lowered his head again licking my other cheek. My mind reeled at the thought of him in human form doing this. The image sent a light shiver thought my body. I tore my thoughts away from the idea, I was here to help him, not fall for him. After all, this is the same guy I had bashed for just being known by my sister. The same guy that Mariah is still deeply in love with. Pretty sad, right.
"I believe you," my voice breathed staring up at him. His eyes gleamed in such brightness, just knowing that he wasn't alone. That he had me.
After staring into my eye with such intensity, it made me want to melt, he began to low his head again. His cold, wet nose travels up my lips causing my lips to slightly part from his boldness. Slowly he licked my lips, his tongue only a quarter of it's usual length. I grasped, that same chill spreading through my body causing all my senses to come alive.
He lifted his head up at me from my sudden noise, searching within my eyes for something. Suddenly his head lowered again, but with much more force. His nose was now making tails on my neck, causing me to turn to the side so he would have a better reach. With this invitation, his body was now shimmering in heat causing my entire body to drip from sweat. He slowly began to lick my neck with just a little more force then he had on my face. The chill continued to pulse through me as his tongue was now digging into my skin. I tried fighting the wave of pleasure that seemed to burst through me as I was now digging my fingers into his paws, grinding what I could against his lower body. The fire within us flared as his tongue began to travel down my neck and into the crease of my breast. I gasped again, the chill now evolving into a firing ball of flame that burst through me.
Suddenly, he stopped, his ears perking up at a sound. Within seconds, he had unpinned himself from me and was now standing, his eyes staring toward the front door.
"What's wrong," my voice spoke out hoarsely as my mind still reeled from the previous events. He glance toward me then back toward the door. Within seconded he had bolted up the stairs, leaving nothing but a gust of wind and a very flustered Leah. I stood, quickly straighten out my T-shirt as I headed hastily toward the front window. Looking through it my eyes widened, watching as my sister and her friend walked hurriedly toward the front door. Within that second I rushed toward the couch, making sure there was no signs of fur to be found. Then I rushed quickly toward the kitchen, grabbing both half-bitten sandwiches and hurriedly threw them in a plastic bag, making sure I cleaned-up most of the mess. Suddenly I heard the front door slam closed, a piercing voice awakening my senses.
"Leah, I'm home! Holly wanted to cancel early. I need to talk to you about something! It's really important, Leah," her booming voice sang causing me to jump into a panic. Please don't go in my room, please don't go in my room.
"Mariah, I'm in the kitchen," I yelled, hoping to get her attention. To both my relief and horror, I heard the clicking of her heels heading toward the kitchen door. Looking at the plastic bag in my hands I quickly threw it in the refrigerator, not exactly wanting to explain to my sister why I have two sandwiches instead of one.
You see, when it comes to my sister, looks and size is all that matters…oh and Twilight. So if my weight is over 120, I'm a fat ass. If I'm under 100, I'm to skinny to call my self real. If I'm between those two points, I'm trying to hard to be like her. Either way I loose.
From the kitchen doorway she suddenly appeared, her dark hair straightened to a pin as it flowed smoothly down her shoulders. A thin, white winter coat sat snug on her perfect figure as her dark jeans sat low. I stared at her in questioning as her eyes trailed down my figure.
"Wow, you look like shit. Why don't you do something with yourself for once. You know, dress nicely. Put on some make-up for a change. And I'm not just talking mascara, I mean the real deal. You just look so plain and boring," she stated, a very serious look resting upon her perfect face. A streak of pain flared within me as I absorbed her words. I don't know why I let things like this effect me. This was nothing new. This was my life. So what was the big surprise.
"Because I'm not you," I stated, my voice a whisper as my words rang out it honesty. I rushed past her quickly, racing toward my room as the lingering strain of pain continued to wrap itself around my already bruised heart.
Rushing into my room, I slammed the door behind me, locking it with a click. I stood there for a couple of passing seconds, taking in the world before me. I could still hear Mariah's protest, like a faded voice in the distance. I looked around my plain room, searching for any sign of life. Something was off.
Looking around I then noticed that my closet door had been shut. I quickly walked towards it, unsure of what laid behind its wooden edges. I knocked quietly, waiting for an answer.
Silence.
"Jake, it me," I breathed knowing fully well that he could hear me. A gentle bump on the door confirmed that it was okay to come in. I slowly pull the door open, turning on the light to the little closet. Nuzzled in the corner was the body of a man, but the eyes of a little boy, curled into a large ball with one of the blankets wrapped snugly around his bare being. I walked toward him slowly, gently crouching down in front of him, my eyes staring toward him with support. He stared toward me as I nuzzled myself next to him, laying a firm hand on him to show that I was here. He smiled at me gently, brushing my cheek with the edge of his fingers. Memories from the following hour came flooding back to me. It went from a wet, playful doggie kiss too…something much more then a doggie kiss, but maybe it wasn't more to him. Maybe it was just a doggie kiss.
"You okay," his husky voice pulled me from my thoughts and back toward his intense eyes. Confusion layered my insides, not sure of what he meant.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why," I questioned. He looked at me boldly, his lips parting as if to tell me something, but didn't know how to phrase it.
"I heard what Mariah said, Leah," he breathed out still staring toward me. How in hell did he hear that? As if reading my thoughts he answered me.
"Wolf hearing."
I nodded my head in understanding still glancing toward him. I bit my lip in thought as I remembered Mariah's words.
"Your not boring, your complex. You don't need make-up, your naturally beautiful. Your not plain, but different. You definitely don't look like shit. Shit is green and smelly. Your not even close to that," his voice rang out, breaking the forming silence with his sweet words.
I smiled at him as he began to lighten the mood.
"Thank you," I spoke gently watching his features. A sudden thought dawned on me, causing my features to fall. He noticed, his eyes begging to know what was wrong.
"Your name is Jacob Black. You can turn into a werewolf. Your apart of this huge book series, but your name isn't anywhere to be seen in the books. How in hell are we going to figure out how to fix this," I questioned, reality hitting the both of us.
He stared towards me, realization falling upon him.
"What if I never see Nessie," he breathed with his eyes now glued to my closet floor. Confusion swirled within me once more as I stared up at him for answers. Catching my gaze he answered, his eye still glued to the floors.
"Nessie's my imprint. Imprint meaning, um, that she's my soul mate. That I could never live in my world without her. She is my light, my heart."
I continued to stare at him, breathing in his words. He had a soul mate. One that lived in his world. She was his light, his heart. There could never be room for more. Another wire of pain began to squeeze my chest as I kept my face blank. His words were replaying themselves through my mind, as if the rest of the movie had been cut-off and all you could see was this scene. Damn it, I'm letting myself get attacked to him.
I have to stop. He isn't apart of my world.
He glanced up at me, noticing my silence. My face remained blank, not wanting any signs of emotion to peak through.
"Leah, I-" his voice was suddenly cut-off by the sound of my sisters piercing scream. I was suddenly on my feet and heading for my bedroom door. Jacob stayed sitting, knowing there wasn't much that he could do. I rushed out in a frantic panic, hoping and praying that she wasn't hurt. No matter how many horrible things she says, I still care for her, she was my younger sister after all.
I ran quickly into her room, breathless as I loudly opened her bedroom door. I peered in, the fire within me glazing at the sight of my sister. She sat at the edge of her bed, tears streamed down her face as the cake of make-up came down with it. She held the New Moon poster that she had gotten just yesterday in her hands, the back of the poster facing me.
"What's wrong," I breathed, letting her know of my presence. Her red eyes glanced up at me, then back down at the poster.
"Jacob. He's gone."
Gone. How could he be gone. He's in my closet.
"What are you talking about," I asked taking a few good steps into her room. She glanced back up at me, then glued her eyes back to the poster.
"Look," her voice breathed, waving for me to come and see. I cautiously stepped toward her, peeking over her shoulder to get a good look at the poster. Surprise filled my insides as I did a double-glance, not sure if I was believing what I saw.
On the poster was a brown and black, designed background with the title 'New Moon' at the bottom in yellow letters.
But no Jacob. Just the background of what use to be.
No Jacob.
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