Title: Claiming the Wolf
Warning: SLASH! M/M, AU, SMUT
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Summary:Jacob would never understand leeches, especially if they were Edward Cullen. One minute Edward's glaring at him with hatred, the next---the next he's doing things to Jacob that the young wolf wants to hate. He really does. But Edward won't let him hate it---not when the vampire is determined to claim him as his own.
It was only thanks to Alice’s well-timed phone call that Carlisle Cullen didn’t fall over in surprise when Jacob Black walked into his office, looking annoyed, nervous and agitated. The vampire sat in his seat behind his desk and motioned with one hand for the restless teenager to take a seat.
“Mr. Black, I was expecting you.”
The young native seemed fidgety, but he sat down nonetheless, clearing his throat. “How did you know I was coming?”
“Alice can see the future.” He admitted, observing the surprise on the young wolf’s face and realizing that his children were right, Jacob did smell very nice, unlike other wolves. “So I was ready for you to come to me, and I’m very glad that you did. I want you to know that if you are in need of advice you’re free to come to me and I will help you in any way I can.”
The surprise, confusion and utter shock on Jacob’s face was both gratifying and a little annoying, but Carlisle had expected it. The vampires and werewolves didn’t have a good relationship, and for him to openly offer his help like this must have through the young man through a loop.
Of course, Carlisle wanted to help people, and Jacob in particular given the fact that he would become a part of his family through Edward.
“So you, you must know why I came here.” Jacob announced after a moment of gathering his courage.
Carlisle nodded. “You think you’ve imprinted on Edward.”
The wolf winced a little at it being said out loud, but he nodded nonetheless. “But how is that even possible?” He leaned forwards. “He’s a vampire, and I’m a wolf. We’re mortal enemies! We always have been!”
“Not exactly true.” Carlisle admitted, threading his fingers together, resting his fist against his chin and his elbows against the surface of his desk.
Jacob jerked his head towards him in shock. “What do you mean?”
“There was once a time in which we were at peace with the wolves---or so I’ve been told by the few older vampires I met.” The blonde replied evenly. “Apparently we were allies, joined together to help the other in wars and battles with other creatures that have now gone extinct to our joined efforts. When a vampire and a wolf join forces there is nothing that can stop them—or so I’ve been told.”
Jacob was silent, listening attentively.
“I’ve been told that a werewolf once imprinted on another female in the vampire colony, and despite the surprise and the wariness of both clans they joined. If I remember the story correctly, it brought the wolves and vampires closer, making them as one, until both females were found murdered in their home—apparently having fought each other and killed the other.”
Jacob winced, leaning back against the chair, looking disturbed.
“Both sides revolted, each blaming each other, and war broke out. The vampires blamed the wolves for their female having killed their beloved sister in a jealous rage, and the wolves blamed the vampire female for killing their princess in bloodlust.” Carlisle sighed, eyes on Jacob. “The two clans broke up, vowed to avenge the death of their female, and have been at war ever since. Eventually word spread out and vampires and wolves everywhere became enemies, and it’s lasted up to this day in which most don’t know why they are supposed to hate each other, but do so any way.”
For a moment Jacob was silent. “If the female wolf imprinted on the vampire female, she would never have killed her in a jealous rage. Imprinting is rare---but when it happens we’re unable to hurt the one we love---other than for extreme circumstances, but never to the extent of death---not that close at all. The most an imprinted wolf might do on accident with its mate would be to scratch them.”
“And when a vampire chooses its chosen, they would rather die than hurt the other.” Carlisle responded. “When I found Rosalie she was dying a cruel death by the hands of someone she should have trusted. I didn’t think it was fair that her life be taken from her by someone so horrible, and I changed her, hoping that she and Edward might choose each other.”
Jacob tensed, and Carlisle wondered if the young wolf even realized that he’d let out a little growl.
The vampire didn’t ask, just continued with his story. “They didn’t, only loved each other as a brother and sister should. And then one day Rosalie came upon Emmet, who was being attacked by a large bear. She saved his life, and although he was dying and completely bloody she chose him, and since she feared that she mightn’t be able to control her own blood lust while changing the dying man she carried him for miles and brought him to me to change.”
Jacob was listening attentively, leaning forwards.
“I changed him for her, and she nursed him, took care of him as a fledgling, and he adores her for it, as I’m sure that you have noticed in the few occasions you have been together with them.”
The wolf nodded slowly. “Someone else killed them---the two females---to break up the union of the vampires and werewolves.”
“That’s my theory as well.” Carlisle smiled. Edward had chosen a smart one.
“I don’t get it though.” Jacob announced finally. “If I really have imprinted on Edward---why all of a sudden after all of this time? Why am I the first wolf to imprint on a vampire?”
Carlisle had been wondering that too. “Maybe---maybe because its time to start healing the hatred between our clans.”
Jacob blinked, taking in a deep breath. “They’re gonna kill me if I’ve imprinted on Edward---my pack.”
“I doubt they will kill you, Jacob.” Carlisle replied. “If I have my information right, shouldn’t you be the true Alpha of your pack? Alpha by blood?”
The wolf seemed surprised that he knew that.
“Why is Sam Uely the alpha of your pack?”
Jacob looked away, seeming a little uncomfortable, before surprising Carlisle by answering the question he’d expected to have been snapped at for answering. “When my father had the accident that left him crippled, I was too young to take over as Alpha of the pack so Sam did.”
“But you’ve been of age to take your rightful place years ago.”
Jacob nodded, taking in a deep breath. “I just haven’t wanted to. I don’t want to be the Alpha of the pack.”
And they were getting somewhere. “Why is that? It’s your birthright.”
The young native refused to answer, gaze glued on Carlisle’s desk.
The doctor sighed, oh well. At least he’d gotten further with the questioning than he’d thought he would. “Mr. Black, what exactly do you know about Imprinting?”
That caused Jacob to look up in surprise. “Not much, really. It’s extremely rare, and the only one I know who’s imprinted on someone is Sam. All he’s said about it is that the wolf recognizes its soulmate when it sees him or her.”
“Hmmm. Either he purposely made it so vague to make it seem more mysterious, or Mr. Uely doesn’t know everything about the process either.” Carlisle announced, knowing he now had Jacob’s undivided attention. “Let me explain this to you, Jacob. ‘Imprinting’ is a term that comes from a phenomenon that occurs in birds. The first thing that a baby bird sees after hatching is ‘imprinted’ upon it, and it bonds with that thing. Usually, of course, the thing is its mother, but the bird can bond with a human, another animal, or even an inanimate object.”
Jacob’s eyes narrowed as he leaned further forwards, seeming desperate for any information he could get on the subject.
“Of course, in your circumstance, imprinting is a little different.” Carlisle admitted. “In your case imprinting is something that only happens to Quileute shape-shifters. After a Quileute makes his or her first transformation into a shape-shifter wolf, there will be a person out there who will be their match---or mate, if you will.”
At this Jacob ducked his gaze, yet still seemed to be listening intently.
“There are many theories as to how the mate is picked. One theory is that is has to do with whoever gives the imprinter the closest chance of reproducing another shape shifter, or perhaps whoever will procreate with them to produce the strongest shape-shifters.”
Jacob had gone red. “Well, it’s definitely not that considering we’re both, uh, guys.”
“Well, any one can be the chosen mate, but imprinting only occurs once ever, though not all shape-shifters end up imprinting.” Carlisle did his best to ignore the blood flushing the embarrassed boy’s face red. “But it’s important for you to understand that once a shifter has imprinted, they are ‘bonded’ with their mate forever.”
And suddenly Jacob lost his blush and instead blanched. “Oh god. That’s what I was fearing.” He finally looked up at Carlisle, his eyes pleading and trusting all at the same time. “How do you know that you’ve imprinted on someone? How can you be sure? Sam never told us how he knew he’d Imprinted on Emily.”
Carlisle was surprised at how easily the wolf had put his trust in him, and he rather enjoyed it. It was like having another son coming to him and asking his advice. “Well, from what I’ve heard, the imprinter is described as looking at and regarding its mate (or imprintee), and I quote, ‘like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time’.” He paused, seeing Jacob become paler. “It’s happened to you around Edward, hasn’t it?”
The wolf seemed locked up in his own memories, before he cleared his throat and nodded. “The first time I saw him---I---I thought it was the glare of the sun or something even though it was completely overcast that day and it only happened when I looked at him.” Jacob took in a deep breath. “Is there anything else I should know?”
“Well, according to what I was told, the wolf will always be calmer and more assured because it knows that it has its mate…” Carlisle paused when he heard the snort coming from Jacob. “What?”
“Now that is pure nonsense.” The shifter sounded bitter. “Every time I’m around Edward the wolf goes crazy. It’s irritating and---.”
“Probably because you two have bonded but haven’t joined.” Carlisle found it hard to speak of such things and keep a profession expression on his face. “The wolf is annoyed and wants you to claim him as your pack mate and as your chosen---just like Edward has the desire to claim you.”
And once again the wolf was blushing. “Anything else you know?”
Well…” Carlisle searched his memory for anything else. “I know that due to the fact that shape-shifters don’t age as long as they continue to shift into their animal forms, many shifters chose to obtain control and re-begin aging as their mate ages, so that they can growl old and die with them; this is due to the issue that is a shifter’s mate were ever to die, it would be severely painful for the shifter---to the point that the shifter would not want to continue living.”
“Also, a shape-shifted can imprint on anyone, of any age---even a baby.” The vampire hurried on when he saw the disgust on the wolf’s face. “Feelings for their mate may not always be sexual in nature, especially in instance where it would be inappropriate, such as imprinting on a baby---only acting as a protective older sibling until the imprintee is old enough to become his or her lover and desires to be with the imprinter.”
Jacob took in a deep breath. “This is just unbelievable.”
“Jacob.” Sometime during the conversation Carlisle had gone from calling him Mr. Black to his first name, and the wolf didn’t seem to notice or mind. “I think you understand your need to accept this. Your wolf chose Edward, and if you continue to reject the chosen one you will end up killing yourself.”
The shifter winced again. “Yes, I realize that.”
There was silence.
“So what do you plan on doing about it?”
The wolf paused before looking at Carlisle. “I have to think about it, I---I know that technically I’m the one who got us all into this mess---.”
“Its’ destiny, Jacob.” Carlisle gave him a smile because he could see the confusion and worry in the young werewolf’s face. “Not only are you fated to be with Edward, but even Alice has seen you as part of our family, and her visions are always accurate. And as head of the Cullen family I would like you to know that the whole family knows of this and welcome you to join us whenever you feel comfortable enough to accept what will happen. This will all happen in your pace. No one will push you to do anything.”
A grateful expression crossed those dark eyes as Jacob stood awkwardly. “Thank you, Dr. Cullen.” Taking in a deep breath, the wolf spoke again. “I really need some time to myself to think things over, but could you tell Edward once he’s done eavesdropping on our conversation through the other room that I’ll get into contact with him and I’ve thought things through?”
Carlisle’s eyes widened in surprise as he turned towards the wall Jacob was motioning towards. Was Edward really eavesdropping on them? “I—I will tell him.”
“Thank you, Dr. Cullen.” Jacob paused. “For everything.” And with that he turned and left the office.
Edward soon entered the room through the same door, going to sit on the chair Jacob had vacated. “So he really did imprint on me.” The younger vampire looked in awe, and also quite happy at the turn of events.
“Eavesdropping, Edward?” Carlisle asked in slight reproach. “Esme and I have taught you better than that.”
Edward just smirked.
Carlisle shook his head at his first ‘son’ and then looked at the door. “I wonder how he sensed you when even I didn’t.”
Edward didn’t answer, he just smirked with more gusto, neither vampire realizing that something just as important was happening outside of the shopping complex.
Bella looked up, wide-eyed at Alice Cullen’s paler-than-usual face, shivering at the contact of her body with Alice’s freezing one as the short brunette had her pinned against the car. And while being pinned like this did have something to do with the way she was shivering, there was also other reasons as well.
When Alice and Jasper had driven to her house to take her out shopping (Jasper was along as the official bag carrier) she’d been surprised at how her disappointment at Edward’s quick departure after Jacob left evaporated into glee as she jumped into the car with the two people in the Cullen family she got along with the best.
The ride to the shopping complex was filled with laughter and fun as she and Alice dominated the conversation, and Jasper added some surprisingly witty comments whenever he could. And the shopping spree? It’d been amazing!
Bella had to admit that she’d been somewhat jealous of Alice and Jasper---of their relationship. God, she wished that she had someone smile at her the way Alice smiled at Jasper, or have someone look at her the way Jasper looked at Alice.
So she’d been admittedly jealous, envious and distracted as they were in the parking lot and hadn’t noticed the van swerving dangerously in her direction as she hurried towards Alice’s car, keys in hand to open it up for the others, who were a bit of a ways behind her.
Hearing the screech of the tires, Bella’d looked up in horror as the huge van swerved, about to hit her, and then Alice was in front of her, pushing her against her own car, shielding her body with hers---and Jasper was in front of Alice, crouched, palm out towards the rapidly approaching van.
Bella opened her mouth to scream when the van smashed into Jasper’s hand---but Jasper wasn’t hurt…he was still crouched, the van stopped and a huge dent in the side of it---a dent in the shape of Jasper’s hand.
The young human gasped, turning her gaze into Alice’s face and she continued to shiver even more, shocked, surprised, and tingling though she didn’t know why.
“Are you okay?” Alice’s voice was urgent.
“Did she get hurt?” Jasper sounded just as bad as he stood up, looking over Alice’s shoulder at Bella.
Bella should have noticed that no one else had seen what’d happened because they were in an abandoned parking lot—and the driver had been knocked on conscious, but she couldn’t look away from Alice’s face. A gasp escaped her lips as Alice raised her hand and cupped the side of Bella’s face, raising it to her inspection.
“I think she’s in shock.” Alice whispered to Jasper.
The young man reached over his girlfriend’s shoulder and softly rested his hand on Bella’s forehead, the extra cold causing Bella to tremble fiercer, breaths coming out rapidly and unevenly. “Bella? I need you to relax. Everything’s all right.”
A foreign feeling of peace and sleepiness overcame Bella and her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she collapsed, vaguely feeling Alice catch her as her knees buckled out from under her.