The Picture That Gave Me The Plot Bunny For This Story.
Title: Return To Forks
Pairing: Jacob/Edward, cannon vamp pairings
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight (the boys would be smexing if I did!)
Summary: Long before the werewolf gene in him came alive, and with no knowledge of the Cullens or their true identity, Jacob Black was killed and sired by James. The werewolf in him and the vampire merged, and the young fledgling became a part of James' coven, learning from the three older vampires and becoming one of the best hunters, and Victoria and James' 'childe'. Then they return to Forks five years later and he meets the Cullens and Edward...why do they have golden eyes? And what do the cryptic things they say about him mean?
A/N: This is an AU in which Jacob is older than Bella and was turned by James long before she ever appeared in Forks, and he never knew about the Cullens.
Warning: SLASH. ALSO, Jacob will be OCC considering he’s a vampire who’s been sired and ‘grown up’ with non-vegetarian vamps.
It’d been the worse pain that he’d ever experienced in his life.
If he closed his eyes Jacob could relive the experience, and everything that’d led to it, but he chose not to. Some things were best left forgotten, like the life he’d led before James had changed him and made him a part of his coven. He’d been the first person James had ever changed, even James’ soulmate Victoria had been changed before meeting up with James, and because of that the vampires who only looked a couple of years older than him (but were both far more ancient) had adopted him as their own childe.
From food to family.
Jacob smirked as he shook his head, looking at his paler skin. He could remember when it’d been as richly russet as the ground, could remember when his eyes had been brown and not red, and while he knew that he’d loved his father and life on the Rez he couldn’t hate James for making him a part of his family. If it hadn’t been for James he would have been just another meal.
Something had made James stop and decide that Jacob was more valuable, worth more than a full stomach, and instead of consuming him he’d filled the young, frightened and confused boy who had the ‘odd scent’ with as much venom as he could. Despite the desire to sate themselves with his blood during Jacob’s three days of vulnerability as his body shifted, both fighting and accepting the venom, James, Victoria and Laurent had stood watch over his twitching, screaming body in the dank cave until on the third he’d opened his eyes and he wasn’t in pain anymore.
Instead of the pain there was an intense burning in his throat, an emptiness in his stomach. He could sense things he’d never been able to before, and if he hadn’t been so caught up with these changes he would have noticed the confused looks on the others’ faces. It was only later that he was informed that he wasn’t exactly like a normal vampire. He was stronger than most fledglings, faster, skin not as pale, with an animalistic air coming from him, and he didn’t sparkle in direct sunlight.
I am not disappointed.
Only after some investigation did Jacob and everyone realize what had been different about him. His tribe, his friends, his father, they’d all kept it a secret from him that not only were vampires real, but that he had werewolf genes in his body. Those genes were what had fought so viciously with the vampire poison in him.
Normally the werewolf gene would make the changing effects of the vampire poison moot, but Jacob had been bitten and turned before his werewolf had been activated, and thus he’d been vulnerable, and the vampire poison had had its effects on him.
And now he was what his father, friends, tribe feared and hated.
What they destroyed.
It’d been a harsh blow to the boy who would now forever be seventeen, but it’d been what’d made him strong enough to turn his back on the past and grow in the future, following in James’ path, learning from him as the grand tracker taught him all he knew.
Another advantage of having semi-active wolf genes in him was the fact that he had more control over himself around blood, around humans. While he did hunt them and drink them dry he hadn’t been a mindless, thirsty beast the first three years like fledglings were known to be. His self-control amazed and impressed his coven and he learnt to be precise, like Laurent, cunning, like James, and cautious, like Victoria.
Still, despite all of this, when James had announced that they were going to be going back for a little visit to Forks on Jacob’s ‘birthday’ celebration five years after he’d been turned, Jacob had been cautious, wary. He didn’t exactly want to go there, but it was a tradition in their coven. The group would go to the ‘birth place’ (or, truly, the place each member had been changed) on the day of their turning.
They hadn’t gone the years previous because they’d wanted to prepare Jacob more. Sure, he’d had more control as a fledgling than any they’d ever seen, but he’d still been a newborn, and they hadn’t wanted his youth to get him in trouble---especially with the werewolf clan. Now though, James had graduated Jacob from ‘their baby newborn’ to a full-fledged member of his coven, and Jacob wasn’t about to make his leader begin to doubt that Jacob was ready to be an ‘adult’.
“So?” Victoria asked, arms hanging around Jacob’s neck as she rode his back piggyback style, long red hair falling down her back like living flames. “How do you feel back in Forks? Feeling nostalgia yet?”
“Not really.” Jacob responded truthfully, looking around him with a frown, shifting Victoria’s weight higher up his back, turning to look at James who was grinning at them. If it had been any other guy James would have tortured and killed him for touching Victoria, but Jacob was his and Victoria’s ‘baby newborn’, and that gave the handsome Native American certain privileges.
“You sure?” James asked, amused. “You don’t look like you are.”
Jacob made a face at James, but truly wasn’t annoyed. “I’m sure dad.”
James grinned mischievously and his red eyes, covered by black shades, turning to Victoria. “You hear that, babe? He called me dad.”
“Aw!” Victoria giggled, before pinching Jacob’s collarbone through his shirt. “I wanna be called mama!”
Jacob groaned and sent a half-pleading gaze at Laurent.
The black-skinned vampire snickered. “Don’t look at me, boy.”
“Traitor.” Jacob mumbled before a certain scent caught his attention and he turned to the right, tilting his head slightly.
“Ah, you smell it as well.” James looked like a proud papa.
It was so annoying.
Jacob bit back the grin. “What is it?”
“What’s what?” Victoria pouted, sniffing, and not too discreetly. “I don’t scent anything.”
“Me neither.” Laurent announced slowly, smelling the air more discreetly than Victoria had.
“Let’s see.” James announced, before stalking towards the scent.
Jacob put Victoria down, and the three followed James before the blonde leader slowed his pace and Laurent took the front of the pack. They’d played this game more than once whenever James scented something that he was cautious about. Laurent’s position in the front would mean whomever it was would assume he was the leader and pay him more attention. That gave James and Jacob time to scent out whatever it was that James had scouted and determine whether it was something to play with or be left alone.
And then they heard it.
Jacob tilted his head in confusion.
The thunder sounded odd.
Victoria suddenly grinned.
Laurent did as well.
James took the front once more, waited, sensing, and then his hand shot out and he caught something white in it.
Jacob blinked in surprise. “A baseball?”
“Oh, this is going to be fun!” Victoria announced before James tossed the ball to Laurent and motioned for him to take the lead again.
The dark vampire smiled, nodded, and stepped out in front of them. Fog rose from the ground all around them as they make their way through the trees, and Jacob smiled slightly, despite his confusion, because he was back in Forks, and for the first time he realized how much he’d missed it.
And then they made it passed the trees and entered an opening, a meadow, and Jacob noticed others in baseball uniforms. They weren’t human, they were vampires, he could sense that, but as he grew closer he knew his confusion was visible on his face.
Why were these vampires’ eyes gold?
Sending a confused glance in James’ direction, Jacob shook his head and decided to question his Alpha and father figure (no matterhow that latter role annoyed Jacob) later.
Instead of letting his questions distract him, Jacob concentrated on the vampires in the opening, who’d stopped playing and turned towards them.
A handsome male with blonde hair and a pretty female with darker hair stepped forwards.
Ah, the leader of the surprisingly large coven and his mate.
Behind him was a male that was built like a mountain with his beautiful female, another blonde male whose eyes were distrustful and protective as he placed his arms around his petite brunette female, and then there was a lone male with messy bronze hair.
They all had golden eyes.
“Lost something?” Laurent smiled as he tossed the baseball back towards the blonde leader.
“Thank you.” The man smiled back.
Jacob tilted his head slightly. The questions were killing him.
Why do they have golden eyes? And how can they live together so peacefully? James says that our coven is larger than most because vampires are usually unable to cohabit together in groups larger than two individuals.
He missed the conversation between Laurent and the man because he was deep in his own thoughts.
Does this have anything to with the reason why their eyes are golden?
He shook his head and snorted.
And since when do vampires play baseball anyway?
There was a soft snort of amusement and Jacob quickly followed that sound towards the lone male with the messy hair, crimson and golden eyes meeting, holding.
What exactly does he find so amusing?
“Forgive me for my bad manners.” The blonde man announced, now totally relaxed. “I am Carlisle, and this is my mate, Esme.” He squeezed her shoulder affectionately before motioning to those behind him. “These are our ‘children’. Emmett, his mate Rosalie, Jasper, his mate Alice, and Edward.”
He’s the only one without a mate in the whole coven? Jacob couldn’t help but wince in sympathy. Gees, that’s gotta be hard. At least I got Laurent to talk to and keep my mind busy when James and Victoria are being all loud and noisy and embarrassing.
Once more the male, Edward, chuckled.
Jacob frowned, truly starting to get ticked.
What exactly was this dude’s deal?
“I am Laurent.” Laurent announced regally. It was very easy for him to slip into this role, and he enjoyed playing the part of leader immensely. “This is my right hand James, his mate Victoria, and their childe, Jacob.”
Jacob sent a glare in Laurent’s direction at that. He knew the dark vampire had added that detail just to bug him.
“Would you like to join in with us?” Carlisle asked, motioning to the meadow all around them, obviously referring to the baseball game.
Laurent waited a second, and no one but Jacob noticed the way his gaze discreetly skidded to the right, picking up James’ barely visible nod, before he grinned and nodded as well. “We would be delighted.”
Carlisle tossed the ball to Laurent but Victoria caught it. “I’m the one with the wicked curve ball.”
You learn something new every day.
He sided a suspicious glance in Edward’s direction and noticed the slight smirk on his face.
He narrowed his eyes, realizing something.
You can read my mind, can’t you?
Edward blinked, surprised, before smirking once more.
Jacob’s crimson eyes narrowed even further, dangerous, and he growled slightly. Well, stay out of it, Goldie.
Edward grinned, brought his hand to his head in a mock salute, then marched towards where the bat had been left.
“You okay?” Victoria asked, protective, having noticed the silent exchange between the young vampires.
“Careful with the one who doesn’t know what a brush is.” Jacob announced in a soft voice. “He reads minds.”
“How do you know that?” Victoria asked, immediately on guard.
“He was tuning in on my thoughts, I tested it, he confirmed.” Jacob responded. “Just don’t think anything you don’t want him picking up on, and warn the others.”
“Will do.” Victoria nodded before sauntering to where James and Laurent were stretching, ‘warming up’, which now that Jacob thought about it, was ridiculous considering that they were vampires thus eternally cold.
“Hey!” A chirpy voice announced to his right.
Jake turned his head in surprise and raised an eyebrow at the tiny brunette female. “Hey.” He knew he didn’t exactly sound too overjoyed she was next to him, but he knew he didn’t sound unfriendly either.
No use making friends or enemies of these vamps.
It wasn’t like he and his coven were sticking around for much longer anyway.
“So, what are you all doing in Forks?” She asked.
“Birthday. Mine.” Jacob really didn’t know why she grinned at that.
“I’m Alice.” She announced, sticking her hand out under his chin.
Confused as to why this chick was being so friendly, Jacob shook her hand and then let go, folding his arms over his chest and turning his attention to where Carlisle and Laurent were splitting up players into equal amounts.
“What do you play?” Alice wanted to know.
“Hmmm?” Realizing what she was asking, Jacob chuckled. “Uh, when I was alive I used to play outfield.”
“Like Edward!” Alice seemed even more chirpy all of a sudden. “He’s my brother.” She then pointed in Edward’s direction, the vampire listening to whatever it was that (was it Emmett?) was telling him.
“Uh, yeah. The one that reads minds.” Jacob murmured to himself, catching Alice’s surprised look.
“How do you---?”
“He was invading my thoughts and laughing at me.” Jacob responded, still a little annoyed at the memory. “I caught on quick enough.”
Alice shook her head. “That Edward. But it’s nice to see that he has room in his head to annoy you and not just think about killing that girl.”
“Huh?” Jacob asked.
“Nothing.” Alice winced before suddenly changing the subject. “So, your Victoria really pitch as good as she says? I’m the pitcher usually so it’ll be fun to see someone else who’s good.”
“Tori?” Despite everything, this tiny thing was worming her way under his skin, and Jacob graced her with a genuine smile. “I honestly have no idea how good she is. I’ve been with them for five years now and I didn’t even know she knew what baseball was much less that she had a ‘wicked curve ball’.” He sent a look in Alice’s mate’s direction. “Your mate not going to be pissed you’re talking to me?”
“Jasper?” Alice looked surprised. “Pffst. He knows he’s the only one for me.”
“Really?” Jacob asked, surprised. “If any guy so much as looked at Tori weirdly, James would tear him apart.”
“Yeah, well, we’re different.” Alice murmured, looking away.
“Yeah, I noticed.” Jacob snorted, once again looking at those golden eyes and shaking his head in confusion. “What’s up with your eyes? I’ve never seen that color before.”
Alice blinked, looking back at him in confusion. “Our eyes?” Those golden then widened in understanding. “Oh! You mean you don’t know?”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did, munchkin.” He snarked.
Alice made up her nose. “I am not a munchkin.”
Jacob gave her a lopsided grin. “My apologies.”
“How old are you?” Another voice asked.
Jacob turned to see the other female, Rosalie, standing there, hands akimbo, eyeing him as if he were an interesting new discovery. “Before or after being changed?”
“Both.” She shrugged.
“17 before.” Jacob responded. “Five after.”
“You’re a baby and a male.” And yet she was smirking. “Much better than the other option though. I approve.”
And with that she walked away.
Jacob blinked, watching her go. “Huh?”
Alice was smirking, shaking her head. “That’s just Rosalie giving you her seal of approval. Be happy. She doesn’t give that out easily, or, uh, ever.”
Confused yet deciding that he didn’t really want to know, Jacob looked up and caught the bat James had thrown at him. “You mean I’m on your team?” He asked in mock annoyance.
James smirked. “Suck it up, young’in.”
“Oh cut it with the baby crap, old man.” Jacob chuckled, shaking his head as he joined his sire testing the weight of the bat. “These vamps are weird.”
“Everyone has the right to choose their own lifestyles.” James announced, clapping him on the back. “Even if it’s unnatural.”
“Unnatural?” Jacob asked, but he never got his answer because the game began and he was first up to bat. He’d never played baseball as a vampire, and at first he was a little hesitant, but once he felt the power behind his first hit and saw how that ball disappeared with a huge BANG he decided he liked it, and threw himself into the game.
The game went by quickly. They played all through the thunderous day, and while Carlisle’s team won Jacob and his coven were laughing by the end of it. They hadn’t had such a good time in a long time.
“Day is almost at its end.” Carlisle announced, eyes on James, obviously Edward had informed him that the blonde male was truly the leader of the coven. “Why don’t you spend the night communing with us at our home before setting off on your journey tomorrow night? It has been long since we have been able to enjoy the company of our brethren, and never have we had visitors in our home.”
“Home?” Jacob blinked, surprised over the word.
Not only did this coven have golden eyes they had a home?
Vampires were nomads, never settling in one place long or their presence would be detected from the kill. How had this coven been able to establish their presence so that they could have a home of their own?
Those questions were on his mind and were only heightened when he followed the others to their---cars. They had cars.
What self-respecting vampire owns a tiny, shiny silver Volvo?
Edward turned to look at him in annoyance.
Jacob smirked. Yours?
Edward raised an eyebrow in a so what kinda way.
Shaking his head in dark amusement, Jacob sniggered.
Edward looked a mixture of annoyed and amused.
“Victoria and James can ride with Jasper and I,” Alice was saying. “Laurent can ride with Emmett and Rosalie, and Jake can ride with Edward.”
Jacob turned to her in surprise for two different reasons. One was that she’d called him Jake as if they were the closest of friends, and the other was that she actually thought he was going to get into that thing.
I’d prefer to run behind.
“Scared?” A smooth, taunting voice asked.
Surprised since he’d had yet to hear that voice, Jacob turned to Edward and hesitated for only a minute before snorting. Of someone who drives a Volvo? PLEASE. I’ve eaten kittens that intimidated me more.
Edward looked like he wanted to choke Jacob.
It made the younger vampire quite smug.
“Is there something I’m missing?” Laurent asked Emmett.
“Well, you guys already figured out Ed can read minds.” The tall mountain of a vampire announced off-handedly, amused. “Your boy’s obviously using it against him to make him insanely annoyed. I’m so enjoying watching it, and will use that same trick next time.”
“Let’s go?” Jasper asked, placing an arm around Alice.
Alice grinned. “Yes. Let’s go home.”
‘Home’ ended up being a glass mansion on the top of the mountain hidden in the deepest part of the forest.
Jacob fell in love with it immediately.
Inside was just as impressive, and Jacob was shocked more and more. Not only did these vampires live in a house like humans, but the five youngest went to high school. Apparently they’d been doing this for a while now, living like humans, amongst humans, and Jacob couldn’t figure out how or why they’d want to do that.
They weren’t humans.
Why pretend they were?
And then there was the most shocking news of all.
“Animal blood?” He repeated, just to make sure that he hadn’t hallucinated that last part.
“Yeah, animal blood.” Alice nodded.
Victoria, Laurent, James, Carlisle, and Esme were exchanging stories in the livingroom, Emmett and Rosalie had left to do something, so Jacob was left with Alice, Jasper and Edward in the kitchen.
“Why?” He couldn’t understand it. Why would they give up the ambrosia of the gods, the sweet nectar that was human blood, for animal blood? “You’re not humans anymore.”
The three vampires winced at those words.
“Doesn’t mean we have to live like beasts.” Jasper whispered without any heat.
Jacob flinched at that. “Beasts? Beasts? It’s how we’re meant to live!”
Alice laid her hand on her mate’s arm. “It’s our choice, to live amongst humans and be vegetarians. It’s the reason our eyes are gold while yours are red. And animal blood, it, it isn’t really all that bad once you get used to it.”
“It’ll never compete to human blood.” Jacob announced, assured of this fact.
“No.” Jaspers responded truthfully. “Human blood is the best tasting thing there will ever be, and it’s the hardest habit to kick, even now I have to fight with my desire to tear everyone in our high school apart, but it’s worth not feeling like a monster.”
It was the emotion in Jasper’s voice that drew Jacob in and he sat down on the stool. “Monster?” He was honestly intrigued, and not annoyed as he had been moments ago. “We kill to eat, to survive. It’s the same thing as humans killing animals to eat their skin. Humans can live without animal meat, we can live without human blood, but we all choose not to. How is it any different?”
Edward blinked in surprise and turned to look at Jacob in intense concentration. “Have you---have you ever had a human’s blood call to you so strongly you can’t be in the same room with that person without wanting to tear that throat apart and drink that person dry?”
Alice and Jasper turned to Edward in surprise, eyes wide.
Jacob tilted his head to the side, observing the intense look on Edward’s face, before answering. “I haven’t personally, but James has. It happened while we were in Detroit.”
“He killed her.” Edward didn’t need to ask.
“Him, actually.” Jacob answered. “He’s been stronger ever since.”
That seemed to surprise the others.
“There’s a theory.” Jacob responded to the questions in their gazes. “That there are a couple of people in this world whose blood will make us stronger than we are, and their blood will call to us. It’s the predator within sensing the power it will gain once its drained that person dry.” Jacob snickered. “One fool thought he was actually attracted to the one with the blood that called to him. He tried to make a relationship with her, if you could believe it, and then he ended up gorging a hole in her neck and drinking her dry.”
Alice winced and tightened her hold on Jasper, whose face was emotionless.
“You know what he did as soon as he’d finished killing her and drinking her dry?” Jacob asked, staring Edward in the eyes. “He went out to try and search for others whose blood called for him. He found all those with that blood and he became a part of the Volturra. His name is Aro.”
Alice and Jasper blinked.
Edward’s face was dark and serious.
“So who’s the little human whose blood calls to you?” Jacob asked, intrigued.
“The daughter of Police Chief Charlie Swan.” Edward mumbled darkly, hands over his chest. “She just moved to town. I got one whiff of her blood and it was all I could do not to tear her head off of her neck and drink her dry.”
Jacob blinked, eyes narrowing. “Is her name Bella?”
Edward’s eyes widened. “You know her?”
“Used to, when I was a kid. Her dad and mine are friends.” Jacob shook his head. “So she moved back here, huh?”
“Yeah.” Edward muttered. “Wish she hadn’t. I’ve never wanted to kill someone so strongly in my life.”
“Then kill her.” Jacob refrained from sighing at the horrified looks that earned him. “Make it look like an accident, or maybe an animal attack. That way you’ll be stronger and put a stop to her making you weak and bitchy.”
“I am not bitchy.” Edward growled.
Alice coughed suspiciously.
Jacob grinned at her reaction.
Edward shot Alice a look of surprise. “I am not!”
Jasper bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing.
Edward, obviously reading their thoughts, looked from one to the other before growling and folding his arms over his chest andpouting. “Okay, maybe the situation makes me a little moody.”
“coughPMSYcough!” Alice coughed into her palm.
Jasper broke out into laughter.
Edward looked like he wanted to choke them, but he was grinning nonetheless. “Some help you two are.”
“Look, all I can say is either move, you get her to move, or you kill her.” Jacob announced, looking around him. “But considering I like this place of yours, I recommend number two or three, and since you can’t force her to move, I say you eat her. Plain and simple.”
“I can’t.” Edward announced.
“Why?” Jacob mocked. “Because it would be wrong?”
“No.” Edward snorted. “Because the moment I chow down on Ms. Swan our treaty with the Quilette wolves is over and its war.”
Jacob’s gaze went up immediately at the name of his tribe. “What treaty?”
“When Carlisle Esme and I first came here to Forks we made a peace treaty with the chief of the werewolves. That treaty will last until either one of us walks onto the other’s territory, or we bite someone.”
Had all of this truly been going on in his tribe and no one had even warned him about vampires being real? Or that he was werewolf? Or that he should at least be careful?
Shaking his head with a snort, Jacob ran his fingers through his now short, spiky hair. “Unbelievable.” He thought about his family, about his friends, and he doubted that they’d even recognize him now.
Gone was the young boy, with long hair and face still somewhat rounded with baby-fat
Now his hair was short and spiky, his eyes either crimson or black, and his looks had changed somewhat, become enhanced. He’d been cute as a human, yet as a vampire he was gorgeous, or so his victims, both male and female, had told him millions of times. The top of his right ear was pierced and he’d gotten a tattoo despite James’ insistence that they don’t have any ‘defining marks ’.
He was a completely different person than he’d been back then, and it showed.
There was no way anyone could or would recognize him.
And suddenly, he wanted to test out that theory.
“I want to see this girl.” Jacob announced, surprising the others. “Don’t worry, I won’t do any hunting, not hungry. I’m just----curious. I did use to know her before.”
Alice opened her mouth, face worried.
“Done.” Edward nodded, cutting into what the petite vampiress would have said, golden gaze intense and only for Jacob. “Get your jacket. You mightn’t feel the cold, but the humans do, and they’ll notice you if you’re without one.”
Jacob watched Edward, dressed like some sort of gentleman, long coat to match that image, before he snorted in amusement and grabbed his leather jacket, slinging it on. He’d taken it off of one of his victims, and despite not needing it to warm himself he’d liked how he looked in it, it completed the ‘bad boy’ image he enjoyed personifying.
“Edward?” Jasper spoke softly but determined. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Edward nodded. “I’m sure.”
And with that he turned and walked towards the front door.
Jacob looked from Alice to Jasper and back. Both were obviously concerned. “I’m not going to snack on anyone. Really. I might be young, but my control over my bloodlust is strong. Plus, I’m already full on our last hunt, won’t need to eat for a good couple of days.”
“It’s not you we’re worried about.” Jasper responded, turning to look at him. “Edward always nearly loses control over his hunger whenever he’s around that girl. He might lose complete control tonight and kill her in front of everyone and we’ll be exposed.”
“We really like living here.” Alice whispered softly, lowering her worried gaze, hanging onto Jasper like a lost child.
The image bothered the young Native American.
Jacob looked from one and then the other, before sighing. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this.” He ran his painted black fingernails through his hair before looking away, making an annoyed face. “I’ll keep a reign on Edward and make sure he doesn’t snack on any humans. If he gets too hungry, I’ll take him to wherever it is you guys go to hunt so he can snack on a disgusting deer or whatever it is you freaks eat.” He sighed, pained. “Happy?”
Alice’s face went bright with happiness, not at all bothered at having been called a freak. “Thank you Jacob. I’m sure Ed will be okay if you’re there.”
Jasper looked at Jacob as if he knew something the other didn’t, and enjoyed it. “Maybe Alice is right. At least we wouldn’t have to worry about exposure and other troublesome things like that with you.”
“Huh?” Jacob asked.
What was it with these vamps and speaking so cryptically? First Rosalie, then Alice, and now Jasper.
Was it the animal blood messing with their heads?
“Nevermind.” He shook his head, turned his back on them, waved, and was out the door.
But not before he heard Alice giggling excitedly and whisper to Jasper: “I like this very much.”
Still, the young vampire soon forgot about those at the house as he shook his head at Edward and his shiny silver Volvo.
“Real vamps don’t drive tiny little Volvos that are automatic.” Jake taunted as he slipped into the passenger’s seat and closed the door, admiring the leather interior once more.
“Oh really?” By now Edward was more amused than annoyed, as he had been at first with Jacob’s taunts about his choice of transportation. “What do real vamps drive then?”
“Well, normally I’d say real vamps don’t drive, period.” Jacob announced. “But considering you aren’t a real vamp to begin with, I mean, c’mon, animal blood and all. So I’d say, semi-vamps should at least drive stick.”
Edward’s lips curved in a wicked smile.
Jacob felt himself react to the sight, and his body’s reaction only worsened when he imagined how Edward would look with that smirk gracing his face, eyes crimson, and blood dripping down the corner of his lips.
It was fucking sexy.
Too bad he’s a weirdo. Jacob looked out of the window, forgetting that Edward could read his thoughts. I would never get mixed up with someone who drank animal blood. That’s just wrong. It’s really a pity though, I mean, he’s sexy as hell. He sighed. What a waste.
Jacob turned towards the radio and began searching the channels for something other than the classical music playing, not noticing the way Edward had tense up, eyes dark and narrowed.
They were in for an interesting night.