Love Like This: A Jacob Black Fanfiction
Alicia finds herself in the small town of Forks when her father runs away from NYC to escape his problems. She had no idea that she would run into bigger and badder ones. But one relief from her troubles: there, she meets Jacob Black. JBXOC
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“Where do you live?”
“Why would I tell you?”
He shook his head, and his hair swung into his eyes. He pushed it away with a big, but surprisingly gentle looking hand.
“You want to get home, don’t you?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Dead girl found in forest miles away from home,” I news broadcasted.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to get you home. I wouldn’t need to know where you live to kill you.”
“Maybe. But not kill.”
He smiled and I smiled back, and there was a moment of weird silence where we just kinda smiled at each other.
And then I felt it:
Chemistry. I felt some invisible force tie my wrist to his, there in the darkness as I looked at him.
I cleared my throat, and the feeling almost disappeared. Almost.
“Okay. I live in Forks. I’m just assuming that I’m not there anymore?”
“You’re in La Push. A reservation about a mile from there. My home.”
“You live in the forest?”
“Something like that. What street?”
I told him, and he closed his eyes and spun in a semi circle. “That way,” he said, pointing eastward, grinning. It transformed his face and the shadow that seemed to hunt his features faded a little.
“What was that for?” I said, not able to hold my smile and a little wide eyed adoration at the way he moved, all grace and muscle.
Grateful for the dark.
“Show. But it impressed you though, right?”
Not a lie.
He smiled and we began walking in the direction that he pointed.
For a second I had forgotten that we were still in the forest, and I tripped over a branch that just wasn’t there when I looked the first time. My flashlight died, and I slapped at it. I looked at Jake and he shrugged in the darkness.
“Don’t need it anyway.”
He grabbed my hand and I swallowed down a lump of left-over nervousness. His hand was hot in mine, but it felt good against the chill of the night. My other hand felt lonely, all alone in the pocket of my hoodie.
“So, what is a boy like you doing wondering around in the forest all by himself?” I conversationally asked, stumbling around in the darkness and depending on his hand to save me from an early demise. Jake led me to a path before he answered.
“Me? ME? I should be asking you that question.”
“Not a boy.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I was bored. So I decided to go for a walk.”
“In a forest? At night? By yourself?”
“You see, I knew you’d come to rescue me from the horrors of the forest.”
“Yeah? Well, I don’t suggest it. These forest can be dangerous at night.” He actually sounded a little worried.
Are there any giant mutant monsters roaming around in this forest that I don’t know about?
“Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my.”
Even in the dark I can see his smile.
“I’ve never seen you around here before.”
“I’m new. From New York City.”
“City girl. Wow. You guys are rare.”
“Not here by decision.”
“Which one, then?”
“In the middle.”
“Hmm.” He accepted the answer as if it made sense.
“Yes, us NYC girls are tough. Nothing more frightening than a junkie at the corner of 12th and South street. I’m trained in combat.”
I held up a booted foot and shook it. “These are straight from the Academy, you see.”
“You don’t know about it? Its were they train all the New Yorkers in kill and destroy.”
The was a moment of silence as we walked. I looked down at my feet again.
“Where are your shoes?” I ask when I see his bare feet.
“Don’t need em out here.”
“You don’t need your shoes in the forest?”
“You catch on quick.”
“Aren’t you cold? Where is your shirt?”
He sighed, took my hand and pressed it to his feverish skin.
“Do you feel that?”
What was he talking about? The heat radiating off of his chest or the heat creeping up my face?
True for both.
“I have a permanent fever.”
Not that I believed him, but I shutup anyway. I had been doing most of the talking, I know, but every time I looked at his face, I saw that poorly hidden sadness there.
And I know I didn’t know him, but I wanted it to go away.
Before I knew it, we were clear of the forest, and we were standing on my street. I was ever so conscious of the fact that he still held my hand steadfastly in his, and his eyes traced up and down the street before he placed them on me.
“Promise me you wont be taking anymore night walks into the forest. I might not be around to protect you next time.”
My voice faulted looking at him, and it came out softer than usual, like I was telling a secret. “Scouts honor.”
I looked at him looking down at me and I blushed. My body betrayed me. I’m sure he saw me, and he quickly let my hand go. I tucked it into my pocket.
“So.. Thanks.” I said, after the cool breeze had cooled of my face. “I mean, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Do you think I’d leave you out there in the forest to starve or freeze to death?”
“I didn’t say you would. I’m just saying you didn’t have to.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
I looked across the street to my house, to see my dad’s car in the driveway. I saw a flicker of the Venetian Blinds in the front of the house, and I sighed, reluctant for some reason.
“That’s my house,” I said, pointing. “And that was my nosy old man. Probably wondering where I’ve been.”
“You’d better get to him, then.”
“Yeah…” I took a few steps backward from Jake and he smiled. “Farewell.”
“I only took Spanish and French,” I admitted sheepishly.
“Good. Because I didn’t take any languages and I just ran out of ways to say goodbye in other languages.”
I laughed, and glanced behind me. My dad had turned the porch light on. What did he want? To lecture me on the dangers of strangers like every other father, or to suck me into take out and whine about mom the whole time we ate?
I never knew with him.
I turned back to Jake. He half smiled, and I saw the sadness again.
“See ya,” he said.
“Yup.” I turned around and started waking towards my house and was halfway across my yard when I turned around again. He was still standing there, watching me. But it wasn’t creepy like maybe it should have been. I felt like he was trying to protect me from something.
That was different. I had always been the one doing the protecting. Dad from Mom, Dad from world, myself from world. It felt good.
Our friendly neighborhood… Spiderman?
I stopped and turned around and put my hands to my mouth to amplify my voice.
“Lighten up, Jake. Try not to be so sad. Whatever it is, I bet I can top it.”
He looked astounded, and his mouth fell open a bit. He shook his head slightly before stopping and nodding.
“Will I ever see you again?” I asked.
“I’ll make sure of it,” he half yelled his answered, and then smiled again.
I take one last look, raise my hand in farewell, and disappear into the house.
“Your mother was always very beautiful,” My father continues, his eyes glossy with memories. I sighed and stabbed at my broccoli. Like I haven’t heard that said a bagillion (not a real number, is it?) different times before.
“Mhmm,” I say and chew. He always talks about her like she’s been gone forever; like I she wasn’t lagging around only a year ago. Psh.
“Yes she was. You know,” he says and blinks as if he just realized it, “you look almost exactly like her. I mean, your a skin is brown like mine, but besides that..”
He says the same exact thing at least a dozen times a month. Its like… when it comes to her he’s just a drone, repeating the same things over and over again without even knowing that he’s repeating him. Its times like this that I think he’s passed over to the dark side. I cant wait for the time when his regular Dad mentality rolls back around. Its better then, even when he is being annoying.
I want the old Dad back again. Without the added factor of Hannah.
Anyway, I watch Dad as he looks down at his hands, then back up again.
He blinks twice, picks up his fork and shovels more low mien into his mouth.
Please, please, PLEASE don’t cry, I think.
He doesn’t. Instead, he excuses himself from the table and goes downstairs into his new dark room without even taking the napkin out of his shirt.
He never asked me who the stranger was that I was with tonight, even though I know he saw him.
I don’t think it ever stops raining. Day in, day out. Rain, rain, rain. What’s the big deal? Does all the withheld rain from around the whole country end up here?
My dad is away for two weeks. He traveled to Seattle for some big shoot his job was doing. Not that I can imagine what types of interesting animals live there, but he needed to get out, so I wasn’t complaining. I pull on my dads oversized yellow rain jacket and some tall yellow rain boots that I found at a thrift shop, and I make my way out to the car, looking like a giant rubber ducky, or big birds twin sister. I don’t care. Not like there is anyone here to impress.
I think of Jacob Black.
Its been over two weeks. I’m not even sure he really even exists. Maybe he was a product of my insanity and it was really some strange, otherworldly deity that saved me from the forest.
That story is actually more believable to me than the truth.
In any case, I make my way over to my dads car that night looking like an under inflated yellow balloon or a beacon of light. Maybe I was over doing it a bit, especially since I was only going to the car, but I had flipped way too many umbrellas already, and I had taken my long curly hair and the night before, flattened it into straight perfection, which kinda reminded me of my mother.
I’m actually thinking about coloring it.
Anyhow, I walk squeakily to the car. The other day, when my dad had carted me off to this strange new restaurant a town over for some kind of goodbye for two weeks celebration, I had seen a new coffee shop that had just opened up. It reminded me of New York, so I decided to go today. It’ll be like buying a fake purse when you cant afford the real thing or something.
I jumped into the car, started her up after peeling off my extra layers, and pulled out of the driveway and down the street. I follow my memory to the ‘T’, and yet, when I pull up to the street where it was supposed to be, it wasn’t there.
Frustrated, I park, cut the engine, and get out of the car. Nothing on this street looked familiar. But this was the town, right? Maybe it’s the next street over.
Nor the next.
I take what I thought was U-turn, and I go to turn around.
Nothing looks familiar.
I turn random rights and lefts, looking for something that I recognize. After an hour of searching, I slump, defeated, and pull over to the side of the road. I pull out my cell phone, but the screen is blank.
The piece of crap died. At the most inappropriate moment, too!
Who was I gonna call, anyway? Ghost busters?
And why does stuff like this keep happening to me?
I get out of the car, abandoning my layers in the heat of the moment. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I look around to see that I’m not exactly in the best neighborhood, but there was a shop with the lights on at the corner down the block.
I look at my car, then the shop. My car, then the shop again.
I decide to take my chances. The street was empty, and I’ve had to walk through worse before.
I amble through the shadows of the street. The rain had subsided a bit, but the streets were still slick. I felt my hair growing curly by the second.
Sigh. Oh, well.
I’m about half a block from the store when I hear it:
The subtle sound of footsteps behind me.
Alarmed, I whirl around, and there is nothing.
I’m just being paranoid, I try to convince myself, but even my own self conscious was too smart to believe that.
I speed up, and when I pass under a tree, I hear it again. I turn around and, for sure, there is someone there. A guy who looked only 23 or so, with eyes that looked black in shadows. When he sees me seeing him, he sends me a small grin that sends chills of fear and alarm up my spine.
“Where are you going this time of the night, eh?” he asked in a voice that sounded rough and melodious at the same time. It was unnatural.
“Um,” I replied and in that short period of time, I managed to measure the distance between the shop and myself. I was on the track team and this guy looked fast, but whether or not he could catch me if I ran really wasn’t an option.
I dropped my keys and made a run for it.
BOOM! The next thing I knew, I was slamming into what felt like a brick wall, and clutching at my bleeding, probably broken nose. I went down, and hit my head, hard, on the ground.
No, way. This was not happening to me.
I scattered backwards away from the guy, who had managed to stop me before I even had a chance to put one foot in front of the other. I kept my eyes on him, and cringed at his evil smile.
It was then, that I knew, that this guy was going to kill me.
His eyes gleamed in a most abnormal way as he looked down at me, like I was his… his…
He was looking down at me like I was his dinner.
I wouldn’t stand for it. When he bent down towards my face, I was stunned to realize just how shockingly handsome he was. And he smiled again, a smile that was meant to lure me…
My foot shot up, and he caught it in his stone like grip. One squeeze, and I cried out in agony as I felt the bones in my ankle twist. I bit my lip and grimaced, using only my arms now to pull myself away.
He was not human.
“You are a feisty one, you know? Not many put up as big of a fight as you do. Lucky for me, though, I like to play with my food before I eat it.”
My vision had blurred with the pain and I felt myself slipping out of consciousness. The morphine in my body was taking over, and I no longer felt fear, or pain. Just a dull throbbing and an awareness that I was going to die, and leave my dad behind. Which I could not do. I can’t die.
“Look at what we have here, hmm? Fighting unconsciousness? A loosing battle, I assure you. But maybe I’ll wait until you wake up before I -”
Before he could finish his statement, he stood upright, and sniffed at the air. It was only seconds before a mighty, howl like roar ripped through the air and a flash of russet passed before my eyes.
I couldn’t stay awake long enough to see anymore.