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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 21:56:54 GMT -4
Jacob was in a mood today. And it wasn't a good mood.
He finally had found out what the big secret on La Push was. Jacob was officially a werewolf. Jacob was officially one of the privileged few. The Council listened to Jacob when he spoke; Billy listened to Jacob when he spoke. And yet, he couldn't get Bella Swan and her freaking vampire out of his head.
Jake had come to Forks Park. Although he was normally spending all of his time on La Push (as to not break the treaty), he needed to get out and away from it. Sometimes La Push seemed too small. So he had ridden his motorbike to Forks and stopped it at the park. Now he was just walking aimlessly on the path the wound itself through the park. Jacob was lot in thoughts.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 11, 2008 22:08:43 GMT -4
Sighing, she decided to go to the park. She needed a break. A break from everything around her.
Her mind had been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even smelled the scent of a werewolf. She hadn't even noticed him until she had actually seen him. She walked behind him, knowing that he'd soon see her. She didn't know how he'd react, though. She knew the werewolves here didn't like the cullens because, well for one, they fed off of other animals. But how would he react to a normal vampire? One who fed off of humans?
She thought about saying something to him, to see if maybe she knew who he was, but she didn't know if he'd even answer her. Coming a little closer, she spoke. Hey, you alright? She asked, her voice warm and soft, telling you that she wouldn't hurt anyone. She had no intention of hurting anyone or anything.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 22:15:17 GMT -4
Jacob stiffened. That smell. A vampire! Close by!
Jacob closed his eyes and focused on breathing in and out. He inhaled and exhaled and his body shook. After another moment, Jacob's body stopped shaking. All that shook was his hand. Considering he was a very young werewolf - only have transformed a week, if that, before, Jacob was doing very, very well. He had already been complimented on how well he did as a werewolf.... so maybe this wouldn't make a difference. Maybe this would just test him.
"Yes," he replied evenly as he opened his eyes. He was startled to see the vampire. She looked... well, she looked like a vampire. Beautiful, that was.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 11, 2008 22:24:42 GMT -4
Camille noticed his slight shaking, but she didn't ask what he was doing. She'd wait until he stopped and reacted to her before doing anything. Camille gasped slightly when she saw him. She didn't know him, that's for sure. But he was handsome, she knew that. I'm Camille. She said, not wanting to get closer than she already was.
She studied his perfect features. She couldn't find a flaw on the outside. But what about the inside? Everyone had some type of flaw. If you asked Camille what hers was, well she wouldn't tell you unless she trusted you. Unless she was your friend. Her flaw was the whole reason she came here; a boy. And she hoped for a better life here. She felt her heartbeat quicken slightly as she waited for a reply from him.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 22:31:55 GMT -4
"Jacob," he gasped. It took a great deal of control for him not to lash out at her. She was so beautiful. How could she stand it? How could any of the blood suckers stand it?
Jacob peered into her eyes. His eyes were pitch black. His eyes were studying her, studying her features. He was drinking her in. He shook slightly again, and his nose wrinkled. He was worried that he would attack. Jacob knew that he had enough control to not hurt someone if he tried.
"You're a vampire," Jacob stated. There was no question about it. There was no reason for her to tell him anything. But still, he asked. Still, he asked because he found himself drawn in. He found himself wanting to know this girl. She was flawless from what he could see. Jacob reached up to tug on his too long hair, only to remember that it had been cut off after he had phased into a wolf for the first time.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 11, 2008 22:39:32 GMT -4
She smiled slightly when he said his name. She watched him as his eyes studied her. His pitch black eyes. When he said she was a vampire, she looked down, crossing her arms. She spoke, her voice softer than normal. Yeah.. I am.. I can't say that I'm happy about it, though. She said, looking back up at him.
It was true. If she could, she'd be normal. She wouldn't have to stand being so different from everyone around her. Especially Jacob. She liked him, she knew that. But she didn't know how he felt about her. She watched him as he reached up by his hair, wondering what he was doing. You're a werewolf, She said, stating the obvious as Jacob had done.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 22:50:32 GMT -4
Jacob was caught by surprise. Not many... a lot of vampires liked being vampires, didn't they? A lot of vampires didn't feel like the wolves felt, did they? Were they all the same thing - cursed, wretched things? Jacob hated his life sometimes. Jacob felt the need... Jacob felt obliged to protect La Push. Jacob hated this though. The.. not aging, not knowing his future. Jacob wasn't always happy about it.
"You're not happy about being a vampire?" Jacob wondered. He was near a bench, so he sat down. He motioned for the girl to do the same - after all, that's all she was. She just... smelled a little. But who didn't?
"Yeah, but I guess I feel the same way about it," he whispered softly. He heard that vampires had good hearing. She wouldn't have to strain too hard to hear his soft voice.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 11, 2008 23:00:45 GMT -4
When he spoke, she nodded, sitting next to him.
Being a vampire has brought rarely anything good for me. If I could, I'd be normal again. I'm not supposed to be this way. I'm supposed to be seventeen and a human. But I'm not. She said, looking down and forcing back the tears she felt coming. She looked back up at Jacob when he whispered, and Camille nodded. She could imagine. You'd never age, as with vampires, too. But she wanted to know why he didn't like it. Was it just the age or was there more? She didn't know much about him yet, but she wanted to know more. And more about being a werewolf. She didn't mind the smell, he only smelled like a dog, and that wasn't a bad thing for her. Before she was a vampire, she'd owned a few dogs. And she loved them to death.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 23:09:35 GMT -4
"What happened?" He wondered. He often wondered how people got changed. He knew the mechanics; the bite, venom, organs shutting down. He understood that. But he just didn't understand the attack. How did they walk away from the last drop? Was it intentional to change these people? Was it an accident? Did the victim know the attacker before hand? Was Bella gonna be hurt. Did this girl have any special talents - Jake knew that some vamps did.
"I guess I'm lucky," Jacob said with a resigned sigh. "I mean, I don't look sixteen. I look older. I feel older. And I'll age one day... but not until I stop phasing. So until I'm done with this wolf thing - which doesn't happen when there's a large coven of vampires living half an hour away - I'm done aging." Jacob's hands shook lightly, but not much. Even though this girl smelled too sweet - gross, really - she was so easy to talk to.
That could be a bad thing.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 11, 2008 23:14:52 GMT -4
When he asked what happened, she looked down, deciding to give him a summary. She couldn't bear with the details now. In my old town, I met this boy. We were together for a while. I didn't know he was a vampire. He never told me until he changed me. He thought it'd be better for me. He thought I loved him. But I didn't. I couldn't. She said, looking down again.
She had to push back more tears as she spoke. But she failed. A single tear fell down her cheek, and she reached up to wipe it away. Thank god for waterproof makeup. Camille listened as Jacob spoke, looking back up at him when he finished.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 23:21:37 GMT -4
[vampires can't cry?]
Jacob winced as he listened to her story. A low growl rumbled in his chest. He wondered if that was what was going to happen to Bella. At that single thought, Jacob's whole body started to vibrate and blur as if he were a tuning fork. Stop acting up, he told himself. He ground his teeth together and his lower jaw jutted out. "Argh," Jacob groaned, gasping.
After a couple of minutes more, Jacob's body stopped vibrating horribly fast. His forehead was soaked in sweat and his eyes were crinkled in concentration. "Sorry," he panted. He pushed hair out of his eyes, trying to look more composed. His chest rose and fell quickly. His heart felt like it was pounding out of his chest and he slumped forward. He pressed his head to his knees and put his hands on the back of his head. He hated being like this. The girl next to him was beautiful and she had almost seen him fall apart. It wasn't right; it wasn't fair.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 11, 2008 23:24:35 GMT -4
[They can't?]
She backed up slightly as he began to shake. What was he doing? When he said sorry, she nodded. It's.. fine. When he put his head to his knees, and his hands on the back of his head, she watched him. What's wrong? She asked, her voice concerned. She didn't know why he was doing this. Something was wrong, and she wanted to know what it was. She moved closer, watching him, concern etched onto her face as she waited for his answer.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 11, 2008 23:29:57 GMT -4
[No because they don't have bodily functions]
"Werewolf thing," he muttered as he sat up. He was feeling much, much better. There was no flush to his warm cheeks. There was an emotionless expression on his face and in his eyes. "I... your story hit me a bit close to home," he replied. "That's all. It's not big. It's nothing important. Don't worry about it." He didn't want her to worry about it. He really did enjoy spending time with this odd vampire.
"Tell me about yourself. Tell me anything you'd like." Jacob was almost, but not quite, begging. He just wanted his mind off of things.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 11:54:05 GMT -4
[o.o -didn't know that- Ohh looky. I forgot my color on the other one xD]
She watched as he sat up and said it was a werewolf thing. As he continued speaking, she looked away, wondering if she should have told him or not. Camille smiled when Jacob said to tell her about herself. She thought for a moment before speaking. She really wasn't sure what to say.
Uh.. Pretty much the only reason I came here was to get away from that boy. I used to live in Canada before here. Up in Vancouver. Oh, and if you don't already know, I don't feed off of animals. She said, wondering what he'd think of that. He wouldn't hate her for being a vampire, would he? Camille wanted to know why they hated the Cullens so much. She'd heard rumors, and she wanted to know which ones were true, if any.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jul 12, 2008 14:24:04 GMT -4
[it's all good. :-)]
Jacob listened to her talk. Her voice washed over him, a lovely melody. Until the tune hit a sharp note. "You.... kill.... people?" he wondered out loud. That was horrible. His body shook again, violently. But no- she was so nice to him. She was so nice and good and fun to talk to. Was it possible to like someone and hate them at the same time? Man, this really sucked for Jacob. He got most of his shaking under control, but his hands still shook horribly.
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