Pairings: Jacob/Edward, Rosalie/Bella, Paul/Emmett, Alice/Leah, Jasper/Jared, Embry/James and others
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Jacob is in denial. Bella is his sister. Edward is in his mind. And apparently, according to Alice, everyone in the wolf tribe are destined to imprint on a vampire...and will also catch a case of the Gay Flu too. Yep. Jacob's in denial.
A/N1: Severely AU and Slashified...and the characters could very well be considered OOC due to the drastic change in circumstances! Don't like? PLEASE DON'T READ! ALSO! Every single pairing EXCEPT for Carlisle/Esme is uncanon.
IMPORTANT!!!! This is written for my good friend yenny2206, requested as a Christmas Gift by hogwartsvixxen. I hope you two are happy with this :)
No one was naive enough to believe that the party had changed things to the point that everything was hunkydory between the Cullen coven, the Black Swan pack, and the Rez pack, but it had definitely been a turning point. Again, it hadn't created miracles, Leah hadn't come over to the Cullen house again since the party (leaving Alice in a slump as she'd gotten her hopes up given the fact that they'd gotten along so well at the party) and most of the werewolves actually just stayed at the Rez. The only ones who'd become frequent visitors to the Cullen house were Jared and Seth.
Jared had taken it upon himself to force (because Jasper really didn't want to) the vampire he'd imprinted on to watch Transformers, and then any other 'culturally important' movie he could get his hands on.
Seth hadn't imprinted on his vampire as yet, but unlike all the other Rez werewolves he was excited at the thought of imprinting and somewhat anxious. To prepare himself for what was to come, he'd integrated himself into the Cullen household, and to be honest almost everyone there adored him, even Rosalie liked him, and Rosalie really didn't like anyone who wasn't Bella.
More than once, Emmett mourned the fact that Paul wasn't cute and small like Seth. If Paul had been everything would be so much easier! But no. Emmett's imprinter had to be tall and muscular and so incredible un-cute it wasn't even funny!
Almost as if sensing Emmett's train of thoughts, Paul flipped him the middle finger from where he was talking to Rachel on the phone.
A muscle jumped in Emmett's cheek at the increased communication between Paul and his ex. It wasn't that Emmett didn't get the reason behind it, the girl could be pregnant with Paul's kid for crying out loud, but that didn't mean that the vampire had to like it. And the fact that he did not like it just annoyed Emmett more than he already was! Hadn't he been the one to always say that whatever would happen between him and Paul wouldn't be romantic? And yet he was, admittedly, acting like a possessive girlfriend and he was fucking pissed off at Paul because this was all the fault of his damned imprint bond!
Alice thought the vampires were somehow connecting into the bond the same way the wolves were connecting with the vampire's powers. That being explained, Emmett could accept his feelings a bit easier because it meant that Paul was the one to blame for everything, even more than Emmett had blamed him previously.
"I tell Leah about you whether she wants to hear it or not." Seth sat talking to Alice. "I know you don't want me telling her that you two are imprinted, but I figure that she's a hardheaded and stubborn chick so I'm going to help you in any way I can while being subtle about it."
Alice smiled softly at her future brother in law. "Thank you, but we have to give her time. She's been hurt and needs to come around to the realization by herself."
"She's so difficult!" Seth leaned back hard on his seat. "Really, you should've had me as your imprinter. I'm nicer than she is."
Alice's grin was bright as she chuckled. "Your imprintee is going to be so lucky, Seth."
Seth's eyes widened as he leaned forwards. "Have you been able to see who it is yet?"
Alice's smile dropped slightly as she shook her head. "Sorry."
Seth sighed and lowered his gaze, clearly disappointed.
Emmett snorted. Seriously, the way the puppy accepted everything was mind-boggling. Emmett still had problems accepting everything and he'd already been imprinted on for crying out loud!
Edward snorted and Jacob shook his head at the vampire as if scolding him, the two of them getting ready to start off on their patrol.
Emmett made a face at those two, hating that silent communication they had going on. He made sure to say that loud and clear in his mind so Edward could hear it, but the other vampire totally ignored him. It was a feeling the larger vampire was getting too used to, and he didn't like it, not one bit. What use was it to have an imprinter if they could totally prioritize other people and situations over him? It annoyed the hell outta him. How he'd figured it, Paul should be all mopey and begging for his attention. Emmett shouldn't be the one friggen pissed off and having to remind the wolf that he supposedly belonged to him!
The muscular vampire froze, eyes wide in horror.
He had not just thought that!
Edward snorted in amusement, the asshole.
Paul put his phone away and sighed as he grabbed his jacket, slinging it on. "I've got to go somewhere for a bit."
Emmett frowned as he stepped forwards. "Why?"
"Rachel's got a doctor's appointment, I figure I should be there." Paul ran his fingers through his hair. "It's going to be awkward since the other possible father will be there too."
"I'll go too," Emmett offered before he even realized what he was saying and cleared his throat, annoyed with himself. "I'm bored."
Paul stared at Emmett in a mixture of confusion and amusement. "So to not be bored you want to go see the doctor? Have you ever actually gone to a doctor's? You know what? Don't answer that, stupid question." He eyed Emmett before he motioned with his chin. "Come on."
Emmett smirked at the wolf's back before he grabbed his own jacket and followed after, flipping Edward the bird when his brother snorted once more.
So maybe James wasn't being as smart as he should be, sue him. All he knew was that his curiosity was killing him and if he didn't figure out what was going on he'd go insane. It'd been a couple of days since the werewolf had come to visit him last and while that should make him feel relieved James was admittedly not relieved. If anything he was pissed off! How dare that wolf save his life, tend to him for weeks, and then drop him like yesterday's news? It could be James' pride talking, and it could be that narcism his sister insisted he suffered from, but the vampire felt a serious affront from the wolf's behavior. That was why he was searching out for that grey wolf with the black spots and leaving his safe zone further and further behind each day in pursuit of that mutt so he could give him some of his mind.
Okay, so maybe James hadn't thought his plan through and had no idea what would happen after he told the damned wolf off for leaving him hanging like that, but so what? It'd seemed to work for him before, hadn't it? He wasn't even going to count the situation that'd made him, his sister and Laurent go into hiding in wolf-infested woods because that just didn't count and he was ignoring the whole situation entirely.
With that flaky reasoning James tracked through the woods, the wolf's distinctive scent still fresh in his nostrils despite the fact that he hadn't seen the mongrel for days. He kept high in the trees though, jumping easily from one to the other, because he knew that there were other wolves in this woods and that they wouldn't mind biting into him. And he was going to be healthy and kicking when he beat the shit out of the wolf.
Speaking of which… James could pick up the scent thicker than before, and the vampire stilled as he narrowed his eyes and crouched on the tallest limb, looking down below. He didn't have to wait for long, five or so minutes later the wolf in question appeared, but he wasn't alone. He was with another wolf, this one larger and black. It was the same wolf that had attacked James, and the realization had the vampire frozen on his branch.
Why the hell was the speckled wolf hanging out with the black one? Hadn't they fought when the black one had attacked James? If so why the hell were they all chummy again?
The vampire narrowed his eyes.
The wolf hesitated below and let the black wolf move a couple of steps ahead of him before he turned and looked up straight at James.
James' eyes widened in shock, unable to believe that he had been so easily discovered by the wolf. Just how the hell had that happened? He'd covered his tracks better than ever! And it was obvious that the other wolf had no idea he was there so how was it that that wolf always knew?
The wolf continued to stare at him before he turned and wordlessly followed after the black wolf, leaving James behind without any other acknowledgment.
Annoyance burned in the vampire at the feeling of being rebuffed. Just who the hell did this damned wolf think he was to just ignore him like that? The vampire made to go forwards when a hand grabbed his and stopped him.
Jerking, James turned in surprise to see his sister.
Victoria placed a finger to her mouth for him to be silent, her gaze on the wolves below until they were gone. She then let go of his hand and narrowed her eyes. "Just what are you doing? You were following them! I knew you were acting weird and followed you but I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and attack two wolves at the same time!"
Attack? "What are you talking about?"
"Don't act like I couldn't see those two wolves. They're the same ones from the day we were first attacked." Victoria glared at him. "I get that you're angry that you were hurt and injured for so long, but you need to be smart! We can't pick fights with the pack and-."
"I wasn't going to pick a fight." He leaned against the tree trunk. "I'm smarter than that, give me some credit."
"Then what were you doing?" She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest.
James nibbled on the inside of his cheek in contemplation as he eyed his sister. "You were really understanding when I came out."
Victoria blinked, obviously confused as to what this had to do with anything. "Of course. I love you James, your sexuality would never change that."
James took in a deep breath. "Would being into bestiality change it?"
Victoria's eyes bugged out. "What?"
He groaned as he ran his hand over his face. "I didn't word that right, I guess."
"I hope not!"
He pursed his lips. "The wolf that saved me that day? He's been coming to me when you and Laurent aren't there and bringing dead animals so I can feed off of them and get better. He'd hang around and snore a lot. And then he just stopped coming."
The expression on Victoria's face was comical. "Are you saying that wolf came to court you?"
James hadn't seen it like that when it'd happened, but now that he thought about it… "Maybe."
A little breath escaped her lips. "That's impossible. Wolves and vampires do not…"
"You heard what Laurent said that time about seeing a wolf and a vampire flirting," James reminded her. "Maybe we've come across some weird town where the custom is that the wolves find vampires they want and make them their mates or something?"
"Mates-? For frig's sake James! This isn't one of your raunchy gay erotica books! This is real life!" And yet Victoria had turned to look in the direction the wolves had disappeared in. "No way could this be a-." Suddenly Victoria went quiet and moved closer to him, hiding and silent.
Considering her ability was enhanced self-preservation, the redhead could sense danger and figure out ways to avoid it, and that meant that James never doubted her when she went on the alert like this.
It took a while, around twenty minutes, but nonetheless another pair emerged from the bushes.
It was a werewolf and a vampire who used way too much hair gel.
"No, I don't think it was mean, Em has had this coming!" The vampire chuckled. "I mean, I feel bad for Paul!"
The werewolf shook his head.
"That's not true! I'm still nice!" The vampire laughed. "I'm only naughty with you. Otherwise I'm a total angel."
The werewolf snorted.
"I take offense to that!"
James' eyes narrowed on the spectacle below. They're flirting. He raised an eyebrow as he bent to his knees to get a better look at the situation. I was just messing with Vic when I said the whole 'werewolves finding vampires and mating with them' thing, but, damn, those two look close to that.' He tilted his head and ascertained something. And they are both males… just like my werewolf and the other with him. His eyes widened. Have we stumbled unto some obscure gay werewolf/vampire hookup site?
The vampire below them had frozen and stared ahead of him as if listening to something.
James frowned, wondering what the vampire had heard because neither him nor Victoria had made a sound.
The vampire suddenly cleared his throat and stopped walking. "Do you think Embry's found the vampire he's imprinted on? The one from the nomad tribe somewhere in these woods he's been taking care of while he's healing from Sam's attack?"
The wolf turned towards him, head tilted.
James leaned forwards, eyes narrowed. What the hell was 'imprinted'? He had no doubt that Embry was the name of his damned werewolf and that James was the vampire they were talking about, and his curiosity was killing him.
"I doubt they'd just come to the house like that, after what happened with their clan member after he attacked Leah. They probably think that we're all going to kill them or something." The vampire ran his hand over his spiky hair. "It'd be better for us all if they did though. That way we could lay down the ground rules and they wouldn't have to hide, you know? They could stay with us, I'm sure that Carlisle would agree as long as they stopped hunting humans."
The wolf sat down and eyed the vampire oddly.
"I mean, poor Embry, you know?" The vampire continued on. "Having to go to all this trouble? Is this nomad vampire really worth it? If you ask me, he sounds flighty."
James' eyes widened, annoyed as hell at the vampire who didn't know anything of anything and was judging. Whatever was going on between James and his damned stupid werewolf was their problem, and this vampire had no reason to butt in or give his unwanted opinions.
"I mean, look at us." The vampire smiled. "I knew you would imprint on me before you did and I didn't run away and hide. I chased you."
The werewolf shook its tail.
Wait, the werewolf below had imprinted on the annoying vampire? Wasn't that what the vampire had said that Embry had done on James? Just what the hell was an 'imprint' and why did it make that damned vampire feel so obviously superior to James?
The vampire smiled and rubbed the wolf's head lovingly. "Shut up."
Okay, this… this might be James' many years of reading hardcore gay erotica at play here, but things really seemed kinky between those two.
The wolf licked the vampire's cheek.
The vampire chuckled and pressed a kiss to the tip of the wolf's nose. "Let's go?"
The wolf nodded and stood, beginning to lead the way.
James watched them go. Kinky, sexytimes were definitely happening between those two.
Victoria grabbed James' arm, eyes wide in shock, and she only let her voice out when she was sure the others wouldn't be able to hear her. "Oh my god!" She turned her large golden eyes on James. "It's like one of your pornos!"
"They're not my pornos. I didn't create or star in them." And yet James' attention was on the direction the four had disappeared in. "What the hell is an imprint?"
Victoria narrowed her eyes in the same direction. "What house were they talking about?"
"Huh?" James finally turned to look at her.
"The vampire with the weird hairstyle said that if we went to the 'house' that they'd lay down ground rules." She tilted her head in deep contemplation. "There might be a vampire lair somewhere close by."
"You're not really considering it, are you?" James was shocked.
She turned her golden eyes on him. "Do you want to find out what an imprint is or not?"
He frowned, lips pursed, hating it when she always had a point that dissolved any argument he wanted to start. "Yeah."
"Then?" Victoria's eyebrow rose. "If we want some answers, and to maybe stop living out here in the woods like animals, we need to find that house."
James sighed. "I could track those two back to wherever they came from."
"Good." Victoria nodded. "You do that." She frowned. "I'll find Laurent."
James made a face too. "For the record, I liked your old boyfriend better."
"Neither were my boyfriends." She glared at him.
"Tell that to Riley," and with that James leapt onto the branch of a nearby tree, and started following the trail left behind by the vampire with the hair gel, and his furry companion.
"No." Jasper shook his head, putting his foot down for once. "No more."
"You can't say no." Jared held up the box collection. "It's Buffy."
The vampire took in a deep breath and wished (not for the first time) that he could control the emotions of the werewolf in front of him because he'd make him feel tired and lazy and not want to watch any more television. "I've sat through Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Firefly, Transformers, Red Riding Hood, The Mummy series, Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, the Avengers, all the Hulk movies-," he shook his head at the mere memory of just how much television he'd been subjected to since he'd listened to Alice and had actually tried to get to know the wolf who'd imprinted on him, to give him a chance at friendship, but while he was really trying there was only so much he could handle. "Enough."
"It's never enough," Jared assured him. "You will like this. It has vampires!"
"I can read the subtitle: the Vampire Slayer." Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Not interested."
Jared pouted. "You're making me spoil this for you: she totally screws a vampire."
Jasper couldn't see how that was supposed to be enticement for him. "No."
"Come on!" Jared grinned his most charming smile.
Jasper didn't even answer this time, merely turned his back and walked away.
Jared didn't have the decency to let him do so on his own, following on his heel with that damned box collection still clutched in his hand. "Jassssssper!"
Oh dear hades, not the whining. "No."
"But it'll be fun."
"Your definition of fun and mine are vastly different."
Alice suddenly gasped, drawing everyone's attention to her as she wobbled slightly, her eyes going blank.
Seth's eyes widened. "Is she okay?"
Bella nodded. "She's having a vision."
Seth blinked. "Wait, if Alice has visions, does that mean Leah does as well?"
"The pup asks a good question." Rosalie raised an eyebrow.
"They're coming," Alice whispered as she blinked, back with them, her smile growing. "The nomad coven are coming here!" She looked around her. "Hurry up and clean up this place! It's a mess! We have some imprintees arriving!"
Seth's eyes widened and he sat up straighter before pushing off of the seat. "Come on guys! Let's put our backs into this!"
Alice grinned brightly at him before nodding. "Snap snap!" She rubbed her hands together. "I have to call the others and let them know what's going on! Embry's going to be so excited!"
Jasper felt stark relief flood through him.
Thank the gods! He had a valid excuse to get out of the Buffy watching!
Jared made a face. "Well, uh, this is my cue to leave-hey!" He cried out as Jasper grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him along after him. "But I don't even live here! And I don't even clean up at my house!"
Jasper ignored his struggling and excuses as he dragged him behind him. He couldn't think of a better punishment for the hours of torture he'd had to go through watching those endless movies and shows, and a sadistic part of him was glorying in this retribution as he led Jared to where they kept the broom.
Charlie made a face as he put down the phone and ran his hand over his face.
The nomads were finally going to be a part of this story, and while one of them was Embry's imprintee they were (and had always been) the wild cards in this situation. He knew that they could make things extremely tricky and he wasn't too eager to meet these nomads at all. Things were only recently starting to not be so rocky with the Rez pack (and the Rez in general) and these vampires could easily be the bomb that destroyed everything they'd accomplished this far.
"Damn bloodsuckers, making my life more difficult than it has to be." His gaze went to a picture he'd taken with his son and daughter before all of this imprinting business had made things so very conflicting and difficult for him. Those were days in which he didn't have to worry about what exactly had happened to his daughter to make her the sex-fiend he tried desperately to ignore she was whenever she was with Rosalie, and when he didn't have questions such as if his son was topping or bottoming (he really didn't want to know, didn't want to think about it, but everyone around him couldn't let that question die! There was even a damned betting pool surrounding the unanswered question!). Yes. Those were the good days.
How could Carlisle be so damned calm about all of this? As a father Charlie was about to go insane!
Taking in a deep breath, Charlie ran his hand over his face once more, relieved, despite everything, that Alice had called to give him the heads up. He was not only the leader of his pack, but he was the sheriff of Forks, and as such he wanted to meet these nomads and make sure that they knew it was in their best interest to not attack any of the civilians… as well as let them know without a sliver of a doubt what would happen to them if they stepped a toe out of line… imprintee or not.
Sighing once more, way too old to deal with all this new, added stress, Charlie grabbed his things and moved towards the door.
If he'd known what would happen when he got to the Cullens' he wouldn't have gone.