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Jacob.... Vampwolf?

It was an accident of course. But Bella can't deny, she changed Jacob. For eternity. Jacob is now caught in the middle of destiny. What would happen if someone was a "mix" between two monsters? Would the result be catastrophic? Or would a super being be created? jacob vampwolf Includes: Bella as vamp, ( her power ) Jacob as ?, different wolves, jasper loves to garden, Someone IMPRINTS, and volturi events. contains spoilers for new moon and eclipse

It was an accident of course. But Bella can't deny, she changed Jacob. For eternity. Jacob is now caught in the middle of destiny. What would happen if someone was a "mix" between two monsters? Would the result be catastrophic? Or would a super being be created?

10. Chapter 10: Grocery Shopping, by grocery I mean Destiny.

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Chapter 10: Grocery Shopping

Jacob's POV

The old wooden drawer struggled to be free of its captor. The edges scraped along the railing and I could hear the little wheel slowly rolling along the track.

Why was my dresser being opened? My eyes flickered open and I was up, off my bed in an instant.

"Oh!" The intruder spotted my quick movement in the dim light of my bedroom.

"GOD JAKE! What was that for?!" Just Emily. Not someone to fight. I sat back under my sheet before she could notice that I was sleeping "in the nude".

My clock said 5:40, and so I wondered what doing so early in my room.

I glanced over at her silhouette.

"Wh," I began.

"I'm just putting away your laundry. Remember, you asked me to wash?" That I did remember.

She saw that I had been very busy with the Cullens- attempting to figure out when the attackers would arrive. They knew Jane was in Seattle, she was just stalling until the wolves found her, which they seemed to be having trouble doing.

It had been two days.

All we could do was prepare for the worst, and it was utterly tiring doing runs all day, when you never found what you were looking for.

"And, just saying," she sighed, " you might want to get some more pants, you're down to your last pair again." She held up my baggy basketball shorts and tossed them onto my bed. "Please put them on, that's disgusting Jake. You know I'm the one who washes your sheets too? Ew."

"Psh, whatever Em," My eyes rolled back.

My stomach growled as I changed positions on the oh-so-small mattress.

"Yeah Jake, I looked in your fridge and you and Billy have absolutely not enough food at all. So here's some money. Go to McCormick's and stock up."

She retrieved some bills from the pocket of her jeans and set them on the dresser, then picked up her laundry basket, and started walking out the door.

"Thanks Em."

"Sure Jake."

I slid the basketball shorts over my legs and heard the elastic whine in protest as they pulled to my waist.

I stood up out of bed, and took a step to reach my closet. The old brown doors slid across the carpet reluctantly, revealing my shabby collection of clothes.

I grabbed a white undershirt off the plastic hanger and shifted it over my head.

Yawning, I raced back to my bed, crouched, and let my hands search for the rarely worn flipflops stowed away with the dust mites and random boxes.

My fingers grazed one of them, and with the growing sunshine illuminating my walls, I spotted the other sticking out of the bed frame by the wall.

I walked back to my dresser and retrieved the thirty bucks Emily left for us.

It took me a totaly of three steps to reach the kitchen, where my half filled box of Cap'n Crunch was devoured in less than twenty seconds.

Ever since my "change" I was always hungry. My dad complained how much different the levels of food were here and at Rebecca's.

I told him it was most likely because Becca wasn't some starving 7 foot Quileute vampire warrior hybrid thing. He seemed to agree and gave up on the argument.

Once I had gotten a chance to explain how I was fully satisfied with being extra strong, even though I wasn't as tan, I still had a heart beat and all my werewolf caxpabilities, Billy had sort of gotten over it.

I headed out of the front door, not bothering to dead bolt it since my dad was home, and headed to McCormick's, the La Push grocery and sparse clothing item store.

The forest's cool temperature felt good on my skin as I ran amongst the foliage.

The trees were easier to dodge, and I hadn't even phased.

I exited the treeline a block from the store and attempted to walk at a fairly normal pace. The door jingled as I pushed on the metal handle.

It was a small store, with just the necessities for various town folk and tourists. Joe McCormick, you guessed it, the owner, sat behind a desk reading a magazine with the title FISHING on it.

I grabbed a loaf of bread, gallon of milk, some cheese that looked very appetizing, and headed to the clothes racks.

I smelled her before I saw her.

At first, I thought it could have been Leah, but it was different. It smelled sweeter.

I picked up the strange werewolf scent as the door jingled open. I inconspicuously peered around the circular rack to spy on whatever entered.

She was alone, tall, tan, and amazingly beautiful. Her light brown hair waved to her shoulders, and her face was perfected by her dark brown eyes.

I had never seen her before and wanted desperately to talk to her. She wasn't from La Push.

As my body inclined towards this girl, the rack I was hiding behind fell over and clattered to the ground. I guess I hadn't been paying much attention to how hard I was pressing on it. I dropped my food, including my cheese.

"Shit." I mumbled.

The clothes scatters all across the tiled floor, but I was busy staring at her. As she heard the noise, her head jerked up. She had only taken two steps from the entrance of the store, but her eyes locked with mine.

Her nostrils flared, and she smelled the werewolf on me. All we could do was stare at each other

"Look what ya done kid!" My trance was broken by Joe's voice. I turned to him. His head was round, although he was a skinny man.

Chewing on a pencil, his mouth was harshly accusing. His hands were outstretched, indicating the pile of knocked over clothes.

"Sorry, Joe, I'll pick it up."

"Well ya better Jacob or I be callin' your ole dad!" He walked back over to the desk and picked up his magazine.

"Yes sir." I looked back up to the girl, who just stared at me. She was wearing a grey undershirt, and skinny dark blue jeans, with sneakers.

She began to walk over to me cautiously.

Cautiously like she didn't know if I would be safe or not. Which I may have not been.

I reluctantly tore my eyes from her gloriousness and pulled up the metal clothes frame. I lifted it too fast for human speed on accident, because of my nerves.

She noticed, and her perfect mouth opened, but she quickly snapped it closed.

I crouched down and began gathering hangers.

She mirrored my movements.

"Are you..." She spoke, her voice was smooth.

"I'm Jacob Black." Crap, I interrupted her. I was so nervous. I didn't know what to say.

"Oh, Hi. I'm Jamie. Hawk. But I meant, are you a, well... Its just that, I smelled," Her tan forehead crumpled in confusion.

"Yeah. I am... I... I smelled you too." I couldn't keep my eyes off her face, even as my hands moved over the plastic and cotton on the floor.

"Ha," She laughed halfheartedly," You noticed. Um... I don't know how to say this exactly. I mean. We just met but. Do you. Uh, know what imprinting is?"

OH. Crap. Yeahhhhhhh. Did I just imprint on a complete stranger? I raked around in my brain. She was so interesting. All I could think about was her.
Yes. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I wanted to know everything about this Jamie. Was she happy? Her bangs fell in her face as she looked down in embarrasment.

She was gorgeous.

"Imprinting, yeah... my friend Quil fell in love with a two year old. Ha." She chuckled. Her laughter was mesmerizing as she looked back up into my eyes and smiled.

Her teeth were beautifully white against her dark skin.

"Well," She blushed. I reached towards her face and placed her smooth bangs behind her ear. "Do you think that we, just, uh. " She stumbled with her words.

I interrupted again, "Imprinted on each other?"

I grabbed her hand. It was warm compared to my mildly temperatured palm.