Title: White as a Winter's Night
Chapter: Chapter Two - Second Chance?
Pairing: HumanJacob x VampireOC
Rating: M - For mature scenes and some fluff. Or lemon action. And language. Oh and a little gore.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than the story and my OC, Snow. Everything else is owned by the stuck up, Stephanie Meyers. Accept for Seattle. They're owned by Washington State.

White as a Winter's Night

Chapter Two - Second Chance?

True to her word, the second Snow left the bar, Jacob's pack circled him instantly. A couple of they laughed, clapping his shoulders. The remaining few didn't look happy, like Paul. Quil grinned, nudging Jacob. "So, what did she say? Huh?" He urged as he kept nudging the russet skinned male.

Heaving a sigh, Jacob shook his head, taking one of their beers, downing it. "Not much, we just... Talked." He admitted softly, staring at the bottle in his hands. And it was the honest truth. Paul snorted, rolling his eyes. For some reason, it annoyed him. Standing up, Jacob glared at the other russet male. "Honestly, we talked. Then she told me if I wanted to earn a date with her, I have to show up here again tomorrow night." He left out that there was a second thing he had to do, but then again, Jacob had no idea what that was. Or what it was going to be.

Paul snorted again. "Right. You just want to keep that hot piece of ass to yourself." Smirking, Paul shook his head, turning to Sam. "Why did you even let him in the pack anyway? He's just going to cry into his drink all night and be a bitch." At this, Sam's eyes darkened. He was the leader of them, hell, of their tribe back home.

Grabbing Paul by the front of his shirt, Sam yanked the younger male forward. "Do not disrespect another pack member in my presence." He growled. Even though Jacob and Sam weren't exactly buddies, they did hang out and had known each other since childhood. It wasn't anything big, and Jacob did consider Sam extended family. It was relieving that he was sticking up for the younger Quileute. "Get over yourself, Paul." Then in a lower voice, Sam added, "And we all know Rebecca won't approve of you treating her little brother like this." The threat was very real, that much was obvious in Sam's heated glare at Paul. He took family seriously.

The look on Paul's face was somewhere fury and horror, but after a moment, his shoulders slumped and he looked at the ground. "Sorry Sam." He muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. However, Sam turned Paul towards Jacob, pointing at the younger pack member.

"Don't apologize to me." Sam snapped in his authoritative tone, his dark eyes locked on Paul as he continued to point at Jacob, waiting. "Apologize to him."

Paul glanced back at Sam, who just crossed his arms, nodding towards Jacob. Sighing, Paul ran a hand through his dark hair. "S-s... Sorry Jacob." He huffed crossing his arms. Staring at the other, the younger russet shoved his hands into his pockets, looking away from the older Quileutes. Clearly, he was embarrassed about having to apologize.

Taking a minute to think, Jacob nodded, accepting the half hearted apology. "S'alright." He muttered, kicking at the ground as he looked down. Rebecca had encouraged them to try and get along, but Paul was really just a guy with a bad attitude who liked to fight. Or he use to be, before Jacob's sister had come home. In fact, Jacob remembered a time where you could rely on Paul for a fight when you needed one. Since his sister came back, and that one night hook up that was resulting in a niece or nephew on the way, Paul calmed his ass down and got his shit together. Until you got him drunk.

Shaking his head, Jacob leaned back on the bar, glancing at the shot glasses sitting there. Picking one up, he rolled it between his fingers for a moment. Setting it down, the raven haired young man smiled a little. Glancing at the guys around him, oddly, he felt at home now. He listened to them joke, nudging each other as Jared tapped the bar, ordering another round of drinks.

Even if his ex girlfriend was across the room, making out, probably screwing her new boy toy, he couldn't care less. Snow had actually looked at him and made him not feel like such a loser. He had his geek moments, enjoyed a good horror movie as much as the next guy, even if it was faker than anything. Or a Sci Fi movie where the guy got the alien princess in the end.

And you know what? Jacob couldn't have been happier right now. Taking a beer that was handed to him, the young Quileute raised it, the others following in the suit. A toast to what, no one had any idea. And the pack seemed be to be alright with it.

The rest of the night was followed with more beer, wings and mostly old stories about girlfriends or girls they'd hooked up with. Jacob felt so innocent compared to some of their stories, seeing as the only girl he had been with was the copper haired slut tonguing her exotic boyfriend in the corner the last time he looked. Hell, Jacob had just started to forget she was there. Until she made a sound. As if on cue, she giggled so loud everyone looked, including Jacob and his pack. Which then sent his packmates into a frenzy to distract him. This, finally for the first time tonight, Jacob was actually thankful for.

"...so I told her, if you're going to be my girlfriend, put those lips to good use!" Jared laughed, his face flushed, leaning back against the booth. It was obvious he was a beer or two away from being completely shit faced. Sam chuckled quietly, shaking his head while Paul hit the table he was laughing so hard. Quil and Embry snickered, leaning on each other as they fought their laughter. It was like a memory out of his childhood, just add in the booze and no campfires.

"I'm actually calling it a night guys," Jacob said after a few minutes after things had calmed. Everyone looked at him surprised. This made the young Quileute smile, finishing off his current beer. "As much as I'd love to sit here and talk about past shags and girlfriends," Jacob nodded in Renesmee direction. "But I have a test tomorrow in French History, which someone at this table remind me why I'm taking in the first place." Some sympathetic looks came his way, but no one objected.

Finally wiggling his way out of the booth, Jacob made his way to the bar door. Opening it, he stepped out in the night air, taking in a deep breath. It smelled like cigarette smoke and old liquor. Running a hand through his hair, Jacob had just been about to start walking when another giggle sounded off behind him.

The sound was like a thousand tiny bells tinkling. So sweet and innocent sounding, at least until the holder of such a sound had her mouth around your dick. But that was a whole can of worms Jacob wasn't about to go into.

Taking in a deep breath, Jacob turned, not entirely surprised to see Renesmee with her boy toy, Nahuel, heavily kissing. Snorting, he began to turn to leave when they broke apart, the copper haired girl noticing the older, russet colored man.

"Jake."

The way she said his name, memories flooded his memory. Stolen moments back in high school, or when they where alone in her room back in Forks. Clenching his jaw, the raven pushed them away, slowly forcing himself to look at the couple. His dark eyes locked with the deep, chocolate brown eyes he had once loved with everything inside him. "Ness." He greeted stiffly, nodding to her before looking at Nahuel with a detached look in his eyes.

As they stared each other down, Nahuel smirked, pulling Renesmee closer to him. Something about the smirk said She's mine and not yours. I have her, you don't. You're jealous, aren't you? And yet, he wasn't. Not anymore. At least, Jacob thought he wasn't. Right now, he was somewhere good and it was starting to go down hill the longer he stood there.

Somehow, some way, Jacob found the strength to turn away from them, walking away at a casual pace. Behind him somewhere, he heard Renesmee call out to him. And she continued calling until he couldn't hear her anymore. He frankly didn't care anymore.

Even though walking home was a smart idea, Jacob felt it was also helping him clear his mind. A slightly boozed up, broken up, numb mind. But it was helping none the less. Closing his eyes, he continued down the street, yet again feeling that smile return. Why tonight had starting turning in his favor, the Quileute had no idea. He wasn't complaining though. In fact, he had something to look forward too on the marrow.

Not knowing how or why, but Jacob woke up in his bed the next morning. To a screaming alarm clock. And the sun shining cheerily on his face. Groaning, the russet skinned male slammed his hand on his alarm clock, pulling his pillow over his face. He did not want to be awake right now. He'd been having a very good dream about the possible things about the almost date he was going on later in the day.

A very good dream.

After what felt like forever, Jacob finally lowered his pillow, blinking at the face that greeted him as he did. It took him a moment, but then he jumped, throwing himself back, using the pillow to cover his body. "LEAH! Jesus Christ!" The female named Leah, laughed, tossing her head back. She almost fell on the bed she was laughing so hard. Scowling, Jacob was tempted to kick her off, but she'd kill him if he tried it. Sighing, he let her have her moment, waiting until she seemed to calm herself. "Are you done?" He asked with a grumble, looking anywhere but here.

"For the most part," Leah snickered sitting up, looking at Jacob. She cocked a brow at how he hid himself with the pillow, chuckling as she shook her head. "Relax, you're wearing your pokemon boxers."

That made Jacob look at her with a strange, slightly disturbed look on his face before checking to see that he as indeed wearing those boxers. Thank the sweet whoever who happened to be watching over him because he was wearing them. Scowling again, Jacob directed the look at the female as she rose from the bed, still snickering. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked tossing the pillow at her, which Leah caught with ease, chucking it back at him.

"Sam called. He said he saw you bump into the copper cock gobbler after you left." She shrugged casually, stretching as Jacob yawned, slipping out of his bed, walking over to his bathroom door.

Pausing there, he glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with Leah. There was an off look in her brown eyes, like she was almost worried. "I found you walking around, whistling dixie almost. I didn't see why Sam had been so worried." As she spoke, the look never left her face. It was then the russet younger male noticed she was staring at a poster on his wall and not him, yet at the same time not. Like she was miles away. "You got in my car without asking who I was, then passed out."

Leah shook her head, looking at Jacob, smirking a little as she stood from his bed. Shoving her hands into her pockets, Leah headed for the door to his room, looking back at him with a knowing look on her face now. "You moan in your sleep, you known. Whoever Snow is, you better last longer in reality than you do in your sleep, or else she'll be a bit unhappy." Smirking, the older Quileute winked as she opened the door, slipping out, leaving a shell shocked Jacob.

Stupid Leah! She made Jacob late for his French History test!

Well... Almost. After she had left him flabbergasted, the raven had realized the time and rushed around his room, grabbing what he needed for his test. And he almost had left in nothing more than those stupid pokemon boxers.

Thankfully, Jacob had gotten to his class with time to spare. And he just out kissed the ground he walked on. As he entered the classroom, he looked at the blackboard like always and damn near fell over. It was open notes test. Which, had it been a normal day, Jacob would have questioned this and probably have made everyone lose the notes option. Especially with Mrs Petit. She was a old dinosaur with no sense of humor.

Sitting down the take the test, Jacob began silently thanking the stars that this test was finally on something he remembered. In fact, it was on the fall of Napoleon. Grinning to himself, Jacob was done with the test before he knew it. And that wasn't the only thing good about the day. As the day went on, most of Jacob's classes where reviews for tests for the following week, which meant he got let out early in about half of them.

Lounging under a old oak sometime later was where Jacob could be found, the said tree hidden behind the old science building. It was a nice, quiet place Jacob had stumbled across earlier in the year, and it helped him relax before or after big tests. Or when he had relationship drama before it ended. Closing his eyes, Jacob let the sounds of nature relax him. And, well, the lull of cars on the main road.

"Relaxed?"

Tensing, Jacob didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was. And it was someone he didn't even want to be near. Today had been great so far, why couldn't it stay great?

Letting out a snort, he opened one dark eye, looking up at the holder of the voice. A voice somewhere in the back of his head said he should have been surprised, but somehow, Jacob wasn't. He truly wasn't surprised to see Nahuel standing there, looking smug as ever. Rolling his eye, Jacob closed his eye again, nestling back against his book bag, getting comfortable again. "Well, I had been." He replied with a shrug. Act like you don't care and he'll leave. Right? Right.

There was a moment of silence, well, longer than a moment. Jacob had begun to drift off, thinking Nahuel had left. But no, the pretty boy asshole was still there. "She stills loves you," he said quietly.

Somehow, Jacob knew. He'd known since last night. Still it didn't change the fact that she cheated on him. And then dumped him for Nahuel. Nope. Didn't change a damn thing. Rubbing his face, the Quileute sat up slowly, opening his dark eyes as he stayed silent. Apparently this gave Nahuel the chance to continue talking, which Jacob wished he hadn't.

"Want to know how I know?" There was a bitter edge to his voice. If the night before hadn't happened, the russet young man might have taken some glee in this fact. Well, even now, he found a slight bit of joy in hearing Nahuel express his jealousy. "She chased after you last night, calling your name." Even without looking at him, Jacob knew he was tense, clenching his hands, shaking with anger. "And when I did catch up with her and when we got back to her room... Your name is the only name she said all fucking night." Now that, that he spat with acid.

Looking up at the Brazilian man, Jacob frowned. "I don't care." The words left his mouth before he could even think about them. He didn't know why, but they did. To be completely honest with himself, he really didn't. Maybe, a week or two ago, he might have. But after last night, seeing them in the bar, practically fornicating in the booth, he didn't care. Jacob just didn't care anymore.

"Nahuel, whatever you have going with Renesmee, I don't care." Slowly standing, Jacob brushed the back of his pants off. He liked that his height gave him a slight intimidating edge to this flashy asshole from below the equator. "You two are dating, in fact, you have been dating. Probably behind my back too." Shrugging, he bent down, grabbing his bag. Time to leave, the voice said in his mind again. And the russet colored young man could not agree more. Grabbing his bag, he heard the movement. Then pain exploding in the back of his head, that hadn't been something he expected.

Stumbling back a couple feet, his bag forgotten, Jacob looked up slowly, holding the back of his head. Blinking the stars from his eyes, the russet skinned young man grit his teeth. "You don't want to do this, Nahuel." There was a warning in his voice. He was someone you didn't want to face off against, especially when he got going. Among his friends on the reservation, he was known as "The Wolf" when he fought. But the other raven haired male seemed to not know this.

Thinking on it for a moment, Jacob stood up slowly, letting out a long breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Closing his eyes, he took a moment, relaxed, rubbing the back of his head and then opened his eyes. "If fact, I'm going to be the bigger man and walk away." Wherever this zen personality was coming from, Jacob was welcoming it with open arms.

But Nahuel didn't seem to like it. "Scared to fight me?" He challenged, his dark eyes swimming with anger and hurt. The hurt, Jacob didn't even want to know where it was coming from. Looking at Nahuel, his eyes softened a little, shaking his head. Apparently, the Brazilian didn't like that even more. "FIGHT ME!" He yelled, his hands shaking, baring his teeth like he was some animal. "Fight me for Nessie, prove to me you don't want her by losing!" Shaking his head once more, Jacob bent over, picking up his bag, slowly standing up, then turned, walking slowly away from Nahuel.

A few feet away, the russet young man turned around, grinning at the angry Brazilian. "I'm not going to bother," Jacob said as his grin grew more care free, "I have a date tonight." Turning, Jacob continued walking away. He was aware he just got a second chance at getting Nessie back, but he knew it was useless. If she had loved him, she wouldn't have cheated in the first place. Or dumped him for another guy. No. But there was an upside to this. Jacob was getting a second chance with Snow. And that was something he was looking forward to most.

Author's note - Alright, so I kind of lied. Here's chapter two.
I've been working on it for a while now.
Obviously, I mean look at how my word count shot up.
Anyway, this story seems to bring people in at a slow trickle, fine with me. Fans are fans, and I can handle anything you toss at me. I've been a writer/roleplayer for a long time.
So yeah. Here it is, and I will be brainstorming on chapter three probably in a couple days and then working on it like a mad woman.
So... Enjoy, and please favorite and comment if you want.

Edit - So here's the updated chapter two. Like it says above, comment if you'd like, and enjoy. Thank you!

- A. Demonica.