Okay, so he's Chapter Seven, enjoy!
Jacob Black. He is where all of my problems lie. I mean, not all of my problems, Hell, not even half of them, but I'm going to blame him anyhow. He's too sexy to be innocent.
Last night we watched a movie. I don't remember the name, but it was pretty cool. Anyhow, neither of us actually fell asleep, but we stayed super quiet when Charlie came home from his shift this morning and when he groaned, falling loudly onto his bed which was literally above us. Today though, today we're fixing Jacob's bikes up
We both agree that since Angela, Jess, Quil and Bella fell asleep in the living room last night that he was best going out through my window and I'd go through the front door. We also decided to grab a few things for breakfast on the way there. Apparently Jacob eats an insane amount now.
Thankfully, Jacob says he doesn't mind a late breakfast when I mention that I have a morning workout that I do. He also says that he'll join me.
"So, what do you actually do?" He asks me, one leg out of my window. He's giving the neighboors quite the show without his shirt, dangling out of the police chief's window at six in the morning.
Smiling, I answer. "I run for an hour and a half as fast as I can to get as far as I can, then I take an hour to walk back, but sometimes I jog. Then I do an hour of sit-ups and that kind of thing and use the punch bag." I reply, and now I've said it out loud it doesn't sound like much, but if I'm sweating intensely for two and a half hours then I'm doing something right, right?
"Perfect, that's your warm up, right?" He asks, smirking as he steps the rest of the way through the window.
I scowl at him in mock horror. "Shut it, you little prick." I snarl, waltzing over to the window and leaning out of it to smack his chest.
He traps my hand with a wolfish grin. "You San Francisco people are so rude." He teases.
"Get out of here while I get changed, Black." I say, pushing him away before closing my window. He steps up to it and lays his right hand on the glass, grinning like in all those movies where people lay their hands together through the glass. I smirk and close my curtains to his booming laughter. I change quickly, not showering before running since I'm just going to sweat.
Bella stirs slightly as I leave my room, but she falls straight back to sleep once I tell her I'm going running. I'm straight out of the door and run into Jacob. "Boo." He whispers, grinning as his arms wrap around my back and he pulls me to stand up against him. He leans down to my and bites the frame of my glasses, pulling them off my face and making me laugh as he flips them up onto his own. I smile and make to push him away, but he just holds on tighter, laughing when I say that I want to run. He then points out that I don't need my bag to run, to which I reply I do if I want ice cream, and I always want ice cream.
I manage to wrestle my way out of Jacob's arms with my glasses back on my own face and wheel my bike across the road and into the woods. Jacob asks me why I do it. "When I'm done running then I can find my bike and go straight to the store instead of having to come back here." I tell him, and since the store is basically the other side of the woods, it's a smart thing to do.
Jacob follows me as I wander deep into the woods and chain my bike up to a tree, leaving my bag there too. We run for well over an hour, sprinting after one another like children, and every so ofter Jacob would literally tackle me, only to place me carefully back on my feet. We're both covered in sweat, dirt and grime by the time we get back to my bike, panting as our chests rise and fall. As I climb onto my bike I tell Jacob to go to his and get the bike parts out. He shakes his head, saying that he wants to come with me, we argue it out and in the end he huffs and walks off.
When I reach the store I keep my helmet on, having pulled my protective trousers and jacket on in the woods. In the store I get a few odd looks, but I ignore them as I grab a large tub of ice cream and some bacon. Jacob said not to get anything to make breakfast with since he claimed to have everything, but if he eats as much as he claims then he won't have enough, so I grab four packs of bacon, and each pack has twelve strips. Also, I remember that the bikes were in pretty bad condition, so I grab some black paint and some white since one bike was black and the other was white. I have everything else left over from doing my own bike and all that stuff is under my seat, so that's fine. I also grab an extra tub of ice cream since why the fuck not.
At the check outs I get even more odd looks, but I always do when I've got all of my bike gear on. I think it's because I'm so short. Either way, I pay quickly for all of the stuff, double packing with the bags since I'm on my bike so they won't be set down until I'm at Jacob's.
The second I'm out of the store I'm back on my bike, kicking the stand off and going. I reach Jacob's house in what I'm sure is record time to find that he's waiting for me outside, sitting in front of his house surrounded by bike parts. He grins and stands as I shut the bike's engine off, kicking the stand on and hopping off.
He ushers me inside, not letting me near the bike parts until we've eaten. Apparently his father's fishing with Harry today -which Charlie will be doing with them when he wakes up- so we're alone in the house. Jacob takes the bags from me, apologising about not being a gentleman and taking them sooner, which I tell him is bullshit because he's always been a gentleman with me except for yesterday. We put the ice cream in the freezer and Jacob smirks when he sees the bacon, I put a hand up in surrender, saying that I just couldn't help myself.
We cook all the bacon that I bought, and Jacob throws some more in, telling me that the smell of food will attract the pack so it's best to do more unless I want to have someone steal my food. Some bacon goes in the oven, some goes in the microwave, and some goes in the frying pan. There's so much bacon! God I love bacon.
Basically, we eat a lot of bacon for breakfast, and it doesn't attract the rest of the pack so Jacob has some more.
Almost the second we've washed the plates and put them away, Jacob pulls me by my hands outside and over to many and various parts of bikes. "So, uh, when I opened the bags it didn't occour to me to keep the parts from the same bags together." He tells me, grinning sheepishly and scratching the back of his neck with an embarassed chuckle.
There's no talk as we begin to sort certain parts into certain piles, but every so often I'll lift my eyes to fin Jacob's already looking at mine, then he just grins my way before dropping my gaze. The rain shoots down in bullets, but neither of us seem to care, drenched through to the skin as we work. Jacob's fingers follow my own in graceful strides as I show him how to reassemble the bike's exhaust, then the breaks and so on, placing each part to the side once we've dealt with it. Eventually we're left with a few small pipes that we fit on quickly and easily before getting the faring back on and refitting the seats and handlebars.
Once we're done we go back inside since it's taken us a matter of hours and we've both worked up an appetite. "So," Jacob says, grinning. "I can cook fish." He tells me, smirking as I laugh. He's so damn proud of his fish skills.
"I guess it's lucky that I like fish then, huh?" I tease lightly.
His smile drops. What did I say? "You know, once we've eaten there's something I've got to tell you." He mutters, his tone deadly serious, so I merely nod, saying that we can talk later.
So, I watch as his fingers move with a strangely sweet grace, even as he cuts off the heads, tails and that kind of stuff. There's a deadly beauty to this boy. We eat in silence, but unlike all of our other silnces, this one is awkwards and filled with uncomfortable and tense body language from Jacob. Before we've finished I stop, demanding that he tells me what's wrong.
"Okay, when you heard our legends, did you hear the word imprint?" He asks me, shuffling nervously and wringing his hands.
I shake my head."No, but Paul said it yesterday." I reply. It sounded like a creepy sex term. "He said that I'm your imprint, but he didn't say what it meant."
Jacob sighs a deep breath out, scratching the back of his neck.
Slowly, he retells the story of Taha Aki, then of others of his kind. He tells me well over ten stories, but never looks me in the eyes. When he's finally done I sit and think. I think about what message he's trying to convey, what he's trying to subtly tell me. The only common link in all of these stories is how the wolves died to protect the woman that they loved, and Jacob hasn't known me long enough to love me, so I know that's not it.
"What I'm trying to tell you here is-"
And of course my cell blares out, ringing. I look at the screen 'Doctor Carmount' is says. "I'm sorry, Jacob, I have to take this." I tell him with an apologetic glance as I answer the call. "Doc, everything alright?" I ask, trying not to sound like I'm insanely tired and confused.
"River, I have some terrible news, I'm sorry." She replies, and I kind of guessed that since she rang my cell. "It's your mother."
I know Jacob can hear her. I freeze, every muscle in my body stiffening. "What happened?" I question, my voice small and scared.
She sighs into the receiver, and I can practically hear her pinch the bridge of her nose and wipe her glasses. I pull my own glasses off, having a bad feeling about something. I close my eyes as she tells me. "River, last night your mother was brought into the hospital. She'd overdosed and we lost her in the early hours of the morning."
No. She's wrong. "Lost? Like, she's wandered off?" I whisper, a tear ready to fall.
After rubbing my eyes I pull my glasses back on, letting my eyes slowly focus on Jacob's broken expression. No. They're all wrong. "I'm sorry, River. Your mother has passed away."
"No." I snarl. It's impossible. "No, she's always fine. Just- just tell her that I'm coming to get her. She always sobers up when she thinks I'm coming, so just-"
"River, I don't think you're hear-"
"I heard you, you told me she's fucking dead!" I scream, suddenly sobbing.
Jacob's round the counter, supporting me within the second it takes me to fall to my knees. He takes the cell from me, thanking the doctor and saying that he'll make sure I'm okay. "No!" I scream, thrashing against him.
A single sob rips through me, tearing everything I ever knew to shreds.
Jacob pulls me onto his lap, cradling me as I scream for my mother. My dead mother.
He grabs the landline, dialing someone. "Bells, get Charlie... I don't fucking care, get him!" He snarls. "Now! Are you fucking deaf?" He shushes me, rocking us back and forth. "Char- I know, I know. I'll apologise to her later. You need to come over here... it's River... she's not good. Charlie, please, I don't care if you have to turn the sirens on, just get here." He slams the phone down.
Sob after sob shakes me.
Time means nothing to me as we sit there until someone bursts in without knocking. Bella and Charlie. "What have you done to her?" Charlie snarls.
As Jacob tenses, anger coursing through him, I find myself wrapping myself around him tighter, not letting him move. "It wasn't me." He says, his voice soft for my sake. "She just got a call from a doctor. It's her mom."
No. She's not dead. She can't be. She can't do this. She can't leave me all alone.
I shoot up ffrom Jacob's lap, wiping the tears from my face with ferocity. "She's not fucking dead!" I yell. "She's not!"
Jacob stands, pain written across his face as he approaches me. I let him pull me agains this chest, and I let myself break in his arms. My sobs become painful as I slowly begin to lose control, my humanity slipping. Searing hot anger pulses through me. I bet the dumb fucker of a boyfriend she's got isn't dead. I'll bet that wanker is still using right now. Jacob tightens his hold on me as I begin to shake. "River don't, not here." He whispers, and I'll admit that his voice and actions do calm me a little, but I don't want to be calm, I want to rip Stu's god damn head off.
Stronger than ever before with rage, I plant my hands on Jacob's chest and use all my might to shove him away as my legs push up for me to stand. He crashes into the sink with undeniable force before falling the the floor.
Charlie and Bella leap back in surprise while Jacob just gets straight back to his feet.
I'm out of the door before he can grab my hand, clenching my jaw as the dull ache of my fangs coming through and my claws forcing their way in goes through me.
The rest of the pack must have sensed Jacob's distress because not a second later four shirtless guys come jogging from the woods.
"What's up, little bird?" Paul yells, trying desperately to get a glimpse of my face. I look dead on at the four of them just as Jacob reaches me, folding my hands in his own and begging me not to do this here. I don't listen as he takes my face in his palms, telling me that he knows this is hard but that this isn't the way to deal with it.
So, as much as it literally does pain me to do it, I step back and throw my leg out, catching him the the chest. The power of my kick throws him into the air, but he doesn't change, he lands on his back with a sickening thud and rolls over, getting right back up. "You can kick me around all you want, I'm not going to let you go back there and do something that you'll regret." He says, his tone stiff and final.
"You think I'd regret ripping Stu's fucking face open? Please, all I've wanted since my father died was my mom, and that asshole's taken her away from me!" I scream, pain bringing me to my knees.
I tilt my head up to the sky and open my mouth, trying the make the reshaping of my skull as easy as possible.
My screams are deaffening as the skin along my arms split with pressure, pure deadly muscle spouting in its place.
Everything that was ever human about me is gone as my jaw snaps, my new one shaping itself painfully as the rest of my body explodes into the body of a true werewolf.
I stand tall on my hind legs at just over thirteen feet, but when I walk on all fours I'm only six feet tall. I'm vaguely aware of a thud behind me as Charlie faints, and a scream from Bella as she sees me and as Paul phases on Sam's command.
I now weigh over a tonne and a half with all of my muscle mass, my thirteen foot frame is enough to scare anyone, and my four inch long canines are pretty feirce looking.
Kill! the wolf in me commands, and so I throw my head back and let a blood chilling howl be released into the suddenly cold air. I'm out for blood, and I'll be damned if I don't get it.
Okay, possibly the shortest chapter I've written, but I thought it stopped nicely here, so please review.