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Two different people. Two different lives. Both running away from things they couldn't handle and didn't want to face. But a head on collision between the wounded Jacob and cunning Luz Maria maybe worth more trouble than facing the demons before them. (FIN : WASHOUT)
Disclaimer : All of the characters, situations, places, and ideas belong to their rightful owners. This story is not my speculation for what will occur in Breaking Dawn, but simply something that occurred after Eclipse. If that made any sense...
9. Animal Protection Laws
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I knee Diego in the groin suddenly. He groans, clutching himself. He lets go of me. I kick him in the side, knowing I should disable him as much as I could before I run.
"You stupid bitch.... Ah!" I kick him in the side again, and he falters to the ground. I begin to run. I keep running toward the house, following the clearing. I look back and see a coyote gaining on me.
He makes a jump, and before I know it, I’m tackled to the ground. I hear thumps in front of me. I look up to see Diego stumbling slightly in his human form. He turns around. He glares at me.
"Hey! Are you okay?" There is obviously someone around. There is no way in hell Diego would ever be sympathetic toward me. I am expected to play along. For my sake, I will.
"Yeah. Kind of. Some animal leaped out of the trees and attack me." I glare back.
"Let me help you up." Diego grabs my hands, and I am surprised he’s not crushing them.
"Thanks." I dust myself off. I am numb of any pains as of now, but I’ll feel this in the morning.
"You want me to walk you home?"
"No, I’m fine. Thank you for helping me out . . ."
"Diego. I’m Diego."
"Luz Maria." I put my hand out. He shakes it. His lips smile, but his eyes call for my death.
The presence is not too far from where we are. We part ways.
"Nice meeting you."
"Yeah. See you around Luz Maria." He grins wickedly. I mirror his face.
I begin to walk away from the house, further into the woods, clueless as to where I’m going.
We’re laughing. We’re shouting. Good times. But I’m not here. In this warm light, with all my friends, I’m not here. I’m alone.
My thoughts dwell on Bella nearly every hour of the day. I hate myself for it, but I can’t help it. I love her. No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep her out of my mind. All I can think of is . . . is of her. Her face, her hair, her scent, her smile, and her laughter. Everything about her. She needed me and I needed her. I still need her.
I laugh again at Kim’s joke. I see the way Emily leans against Sam, and how he holds her. Why isn’t Bella here? I should be holding her against my chest; it should be my heartbeat next to hers. But it’s all over now. She probably has no heartbeat now, and that filthy bloodsucker is who holds her against his hollow empty chest.
I can feel the heat building up within me. I’m angry with myself; there’s too many emotions conflicting me now. I know I should be careful, but it’s too hard, and I’m too weak right now.
"I’m gonna be right back." Everyone keeps talking, Quil nods, aware of my statement. I step outside and phase once I’m out of the door. I make a start towards the woods. Maybe I’ll head further up tonight.
I hear talking in the woods. I stop.
"Let me help you up."
I silently slink through the trees to the sound of the voices. What the . . .?
In the clearing, a dust covered Diego is helping up . . . A bloody and dirt covered Luz Maria. What?
I move closer.
"You want me to walk you home?"
"No, I’m fine. Thank you for helping me out..."
They carry on short conversation. I stay silent and watch Diego pass me as he walks back to the house. I look back at Luz. She walks in the opposite direction. It’s obvious she doesn’t know where she’s going. Good. She deserves it. Frickin’ running me over and not apologizing.
What was I going to do? Oh yeah. Head north. I growl. Stupid Edward Cullen. I want to find him and tear his –
"Guts outs!" I look up at Luz Maria who kicks a stone against a tree. "Die damn you ! Die!"
What is she doing? She stops to turn around. I freeze. Her eyes search among the trees. I am loving the darkness right about now.
She slowly turns her head and keeps walking. In the wrong direction. I sigh. Might as well lead her home so she won’t interrupt me. I howl. She looks back.
"Not again...," she mumbles. I make sure she hears my steps against the leaves. She starts moving away from them.
"Well aren’t we just a nice dog? Would you like to tear me limb from limb? If so, go ahead, I’m wide open." She stops, looking in my direction, arms open wide.
"Well? I’m waiting mongrel! Arghhh!!!!" She screams, brows creasing. She looks insane, dried blood on the sides of her face, on her arms, dirt everywhere. Defeat is somewhere in her eyes.
I suddenly wonder how I would feel if it were Bella looking like this. I’d run to her. But this girl makes me run from her. A sharp breeze reminds me what I should be doing.
I howl again.
"Lucky I don’t have a rifle." She walks here I push her.
I nuzzle my head into the bed of soft pines I’ve made for myself. I look at the dark expanse of the night. Stars litter the sky. I can think without interruptions now.
Why was Luz Maria in the rez tonight? Why was Diego out there helping her? What happened to her? Why is Sam being so secretive?
I growl. This is so frustrating. I wish Bella was here. But she’s not.
I’d never thought I’d say this but Leah was right., I need to forget about her. She’s dead to us now. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to lie that much. I’ll always love Bella. No matter what. But she’s not here now, and she’s not going to help me. I’m alone again.
I have to find out more about Luz Maria. Sam doesn’t trust her. He says she must know about us. But how?
And Diego? Who was he? Why did he come here? Why trust Sam with his secret? Why does Sam trust him? I need answers.
My eyes are getting heavy. I should head back. There’s too many questions, and I know no one’s going to give me any answers. I need to figure this out on my own. At least it gives me something to do...something to take my mind off of Bella. I should get up. Well, may be after this nap.
Something led me out those woods. It must have been one of the werewolves, not Sam, who was there to save me. I guess. If you’d like to be as generous as give them that much credit.
Now here I stand, in front of the mirror in my room. I look pathetic. I’d always thought I’d look like a warrior, but how far from those illusions am I now? I’m going to have scars because of that damn Diego. I have four claw marks across my face, starting the edge of my ear, trailing across the hollow of my cheek, down to my chin. How do I explain this?
I look at the insides of my arms. Perfect. Now I cut myself too.
"Yes. It’s true. I am a self mutilating teenager with too many problems that no one understands. I’m on the straight and narrow to destruction. I should kill myself, but it feels so much better to rip my flesh and feel the pain drip out with my blood." I laugh. Please. There are other’s blood whom I’d love to see splattered across my body. Diego. And maybe Sam. Stupid bastard.
I sigh, and decide to shower. This is going to hurt.
I groan as sunlight seeps in through the gray sky of Forks.
"Oooowwww!" My face and arms hurt. I have to think of an excuse to tell my parents.
"Come and get breakfast!," I hear my mother call.
I get ready once more, and head down.
"What happened to you?"
I say nothing as I chew on cereal. I look at them. They know damn well what happened.
"I got my ring back."
"You went to the reservation?" My father’s eyes are wide.
"Did one of those . . . Is he back?"
The pieces come falling together. They realize Diego is back.
"He did this to you? Did he?"
"No Dad. A band of racoons attacked me when I went searching for the ring." My dull stare bores into them.
My mother turns around in irritation and my father groans.
"Lu. This is dangerous. We have to get out."
"No. It’s too late. I’m going to have to face him one day. You see! I can’t do anything with out your criticism!" Oh no. What a typical teenager move. I really do think I spoke too much to myself last night.
My parents look at me uncertainly. My mother catches the diagonal marks down the insides of my arms. Great. A suicidal teenager.
"Are you cutting yourself?"
I glower at my mother. "Do you know me at all? I would rather die a thousand deaths by the sword than by my own hand." Well, no actually, but still.
"My adults, listen to yourselves. Look at the clues. In case you haven’t solved the puzzle yet, last night I snuck out to find my ring before anyone else did. Turns out Diego has been hanging around lately. He found the ring then attacked me."
My parents remain silent. They don’t suggest anything. Except running. A liar and cowards. What a group we make. I guess they know I’ll come up with something. I really don’t know from where I get this, but it sure isn’t from any of them.
"We’re going to go pick up the rental. Come with us. You’ll head to the reservation and we’ll go enroll you into the highschool. Senior right?"
"Yeah. I think so. Should be." I’ve switched so many high schools since I was a freshman, I don’t even know how I’ve gotten to senior year.
My parents sign off on the champagne colored Corolla. They hand me the keys as we walk out of the Port Angeles Car Rental.
"So. To where am I headed?"
"Forks High School."
"See you guys then. I’m going to stay at the reservation."
My parents allow it; I’ m probably safer there anyway.
The engine wheezes as I get closer to the rez. Driving this would be embarrassing had I not had any shame. At least for most things. I pull in, trying to remember the directions last given to me.
I stop the car in front of the Black residence. I step out and knock on the door.
"It’s open!," I hear a voice call from inside.
I push the door open slowly. Jacob is flung across the couch, and his father wheels in from the hall way.
"Hello Luz Maria." He doesn’t speak wiht the hostile tone everyone else does, but its’ not the warmest tone either.
"Hello Mr. Black." I stand in the door way. Despite my abrasiveness, I did read books on etiquette.
"Well, come in. Jacob is asleep right now, as you can see. He’ll be up in about an hour."
I step inside and close the door behind me. "Sit down."
I walk into the living room and sit on a chair across from the couch. I sit silently, eyes on Jacob’s resting figure. It literally emits heat. This must be something about the werewolves. Their body temperature is hotter than most.
It is odd staring at a sleeping person, especially when they don’t know someone is watching. But I finally have a chance to study him. His face is stunning. His body is toned, with an athletic physique. He is tall. Extremely tall.
He stirs. I glance outside. He mumbles something.
Who is that? He said that name in the car.
My time of staring is done. I feel useless.
"Mr. Black? Would like me to do anything for you? Clean? Cook?"
"No, thank you. Everything is okay."
Would Jacob wake up already? Aha! I’ll stare him down. It will be made quite clear. I keep my eyes one him. Intent and focus, I hope they bore down into his chest as they should. He twitches. His eyes open slowly. He suddenly jolts up, eyes wide open.
"What are you doing here? Ahhh!"
"I’m waiting for you to fix the car. Why else would I be here?"
He gives me a sharp look. I shrug. The light comes in on my face. And my red and barely scabbing wounds. His eyes spark with suspicion.
"What happened to you?"
"A band of racoons attacked me." I lie.
"Where were you?"
"Out." Well, technically, that’s not a lie . . .
"Since when is it any of your concern where I go and what I do, Jacob Black?"
He sets his lips in a straight line, giving me a stern face I’ve seen on Sam before. Don’t give me reason to hate you Jacob. He stands, and makes his away into what I think may be his room, or the bathroom.
I sit on a chair Jacob has set out in the garage. He walk over to the hood of the car. He turns to look at me, an explanation of what is wrong with the car pleading to leave his lips. I suppose I should indulge the poor boy. It’s the least I can do after everything that’s going to happen.
"So what exactly is wrong with the engine?"
A smile breaks on his face. It is so lustrous, it shines with warmth and happiness. I think I’m gagging from the rainbows and sunshine already. But I suppose that’s better than wallowing in self pity.
He sets off in a full explanation about what the transmission fluid does, and how some piece connects to the other, and by the midway of his third sentence, I was lost. But I keep a focused look, and only listen to the sound of his voice, rather than the actual words. He has such a nice voice.
"Mmm." I’m still nodding. I look up at his face from the engine. He shakes his head.
"You weren’t listening to me, were you?"
"Yes. I was listening. At least until you started talking about the trigger. Or whatever that was. Well, you seem like you know what you’re doing so. . .on with it."
He looks at me disrespected.
"‘On with it?’ I’m not a peasant in the royal court, and you are no queen."
"Fine then. Can you please start fixing the car Jacob Black? Is that better?"
"Yes actually." He turns around, somewhat satisfied with my response and beings to work. I really wish I had brought a book with me. Looking at some work, even when that someone is in very good physical condition, and even if they are very attractive can lose it’s shine. Well, I suppose it is time to begin my trap.
"Yeah?," he calls from under the hood.
"Don’t you ever want to leave this place?" Uh-oh. We’re on a high way to the depths of your heart Jacob. This should be a smooth ride.
"No! Of course not! I love it here!"
"Why? There is no sun, there are no people. It’s like a retirement home. This whole damn state."
He pulls out, and I almost regret saying that. He looks angry.
"How could you say something like that? This place is my home. And there are people here. There are things to do. You just have to look for them."
I sigh. "I suppose."
"Why? Where have you been that this place is too small for you?"
"Miami. I lived in San Juan, then Santiago before I left to Miami. And now I’m here."
"Pardon me then." He rolls his eyes. Stupid prick.
"Wouldn’t you like to see things though? Go where the sun rise glimmers on the sea and the nights are hot and the days are hotter?"
"No actually, I like it better here." I can see that. The boy never wears a jacket, from the most I’ve seen him.
He turns around to work on the car. I lean back in the chair.
"Oh, the trials of a young heart."
He stops. I arch my eyebrows. "Yes?"
"What do you know of the trials of anyone’s heart, much less my own?"
"Well, you’re young. Being young, you will fall in and out fo something you’d like to call love. Hearts will be broken over stupid things. Then come the one you’re sure you’d give your life for. But you lose her to some guy who she’s been cheating on you with for a year. Your heart is broken , you’d swear it will never heal again and you try so hard to get her back, but fail at every attempt. And you’ll never realize that you’re running into a brick wall. Then the process eventually start over, because guess what? Time should heal all wounds. And if it doesn’t, get a needle and stitch it back yourself." Ouch, I’ve touched my own nerve.
He struggles to contain the anger rising in his voice.
"And what makes you so sure that I wouldn’t have given my life for her? What makes you so sure she doesn’t love me? What makes you so sure? Huh?"
I see dents on the sides of the car. I’m digging into forbidden grounds. But I have to keep going. It’s what I do. He’ll be compromised.
"Because, its’ pointless to give up your life for her. If you die for her, she’s just going to leave with the guy she cheated with on you anyway and if she doesn’t and she truly loves you, then you don’t love her. Why? You’d be condemning her to a miserable existence in which she will miss the dead forever until she reaches that light at the end of the tunnel as well. The breakdown of human emotion and logic is what makes me so sure Jacob."
He turns to me, practically shaking in anger, his eyes red from tears stinging them.
"I think we’re done for today."
I stare blankly at him. Dare I push him even further? Of course I will.
"Really? It doesn’t look like you’ve gotten much done." I look past him to the engine, then back to his face.
Jacob wants to smack me, I see it in his face. As cliché as it sounds, if looks could kill, I’d be dead, and have faced a gruesome death at that, by the hand so the ever-so talented Jacob Black.
"Well, you’re the mechanic. I suppose you know best. I’ll be seeing you." I get up and pass the gigantic shaking Jacob in front of me. I pass Mr. Billy Black as I leave.
"Did he get any work done?"
"Plenty Mr. Black. Thank you for letting me in this morning. I really appreciate it. I’ll be seeing you around." I speak with the smile of an angel and the words of a child flow sweet like honey from my lips. He smiles and opens the door. I being to walk out of the reservation.
Hmm. It seems Jacob Black may have suffered more heartbreak than I thought. Let’s play doctor Jacob. Where does it hurt? Nurse, hand my the scalpel. This might hurt a bit; I don’t have anesthesia.
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