Jacob Black
Jacob's eyes had narrowed into a glare as he watched all the Irish coven file into the house. Six of them. The first thing he noticed was their eyes. Unlike the Cullens this so-called Irish coven did not have golden colored eyes. Their eyes were not black either, the color Jake learned meant they were thirsty. Instead, these new vampires had piercing red eyes, the color of warm blood. He remembered the Volturi and newborns having the same colored eyes; they drank human blood. Jake's lips pulled back instinctively, a low growl building in his throat.
A cool hand placed on his right fore-arm caused him to falter, said growl dying before it sounded. Jacob rigidly glanced over at Bella who was watching him, her eyes, amber and turning gold, calculating. He then received playful shoves from behind.
"Relax, Jake!" Embry's voice teased, a hand, which was Seth's, slapped down on his left shoulder.
"Yeah, Jake, just a few more pale-faced pretty boys." Seth joked, his comment centered towards two guys who were clearly twins. Jake chuckled at the comment, shrugging his shoulders stiffly.
"Yeah." he agreed, feeling foolish for the way he started to act. Jacob jerked his attention to the front door as it was thrust open. His mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario. Sam decided to come and take matters into his own hands or the Volturi decided to make a surprise visit, as if they hadn't already. Jake shuddered as he remember Leah coming in that evening a few days ago. The expression on her face was. . So weird, one that would be permitly engraved into his memory. She looked as if she'd seen a ghost, like she'd been slapped in the face, and then she told him. . . Emmett's mate had been killed by the Volturi. Jake had made her tell the vampire herself, he remembered how mad Emmett got. Things were broke.
Speaking of said vampire, Jake watched as Emmett walked in, then drug his attention back to the door. In walked Edward and Jasper and with them they tugged in a red head. She-
Jacob Black's dark brown eyes widened, tripling in size. His knees suddenly buckled and he went to hit the floor when Embry and Seth both lunged forward in unison, grasping his arms quickly.
"Jake, man, you okay?" Embry asked, watching his alpha with concern.
"Jake?" Seth questioned, shaking his arm roughly.
Jacob could barely hear them. Their voices were like muffled background noise. He kept staring at the small, red-haired girl who Jasper held captive. The urge to move forward, to get closer to her was so strong.. It almost left him breathless. His knees went to buckle in under him once more, but the firm grip of his pack-mates held him up. No one else was in the room though, to Jake that is. His eyes searched the girl's odd silver ones, though she seemed to not be really looking at him at all. He moved forward slowly, to the bewilderment of both Embry and Seth who let go of his arms uneasily, eyes still on the girl.
"What's he doing?" Leah's harsh words cut through his hazy thoughts briefly. He blinked his chocolate brown eyes rapidly, glancing around then focusing back on the scene at hand. That alpha noticed he had moved considerably close to the new coven. No one seemed to notice though. Said coven was too busy bickering back and forth in Irish.
Bella, who was standing beside Edward now, holding Nessie's hand, was watching him, but Jake didn't care. That was weird. He... did not care. If she was in this room, a different state, a different country. It did not matter. That was not right but it was so true. He felt nothing towards her it seemed.. He felt- disconnected from her completely. Jake lifted his right hand, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes trailing back to the hybrid. Swallowing hard, he slowly start backing up only to stop swiftly a split second later, doubling over at the waist.
A sharp pain ripped at his insides, causing him to take a sharp in-take of air. Immediately, Seth and Embry were at his side.
"Jake, bro, what is up?" Embry muttered, grabbing his arm, pulling him up to his full length. Worry etched both his and Seth's face. Jacob bit back a wolf-ish whimper, squeezing his eyes shut, then opening them again.
"Nothing." he replied, voice harsher than he intended it to be. Alice appeared at his side, small and pixie-like.
"Jacob, is everything okay?" she asked, genuine concern apparent in her voice she had made a whisper, though there was no point in it; everyone could hear even a pen drop. Jake's eyes trailed past her to Edward who stood now behind Carlisle who was talking to the coven leader, holding Bella's hand. He was watching Jake and the wolf immediately knew his thoughts were being invaded. This isn't good. he thought lamely causing Edward to only smirk.
"Dude, Jake, you look sick!" Seth gaped and Embry started nodding.
"When doesn't he look sick?" Leah retorted icily, turning and retreating back towards the kitchen, towards the food. Quil, who was in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, turned and followed after her.
"I think you need to go lay on the couch." Alice said, grabbing at his left hand gently. Jake recoiled from her touch, wincing and looking back at the red haired girl with the strange, silver alluring eyes. Her coven was now talking to Carlisle, and Jake found that the girl's name was Ashlynn. She was a hybrid. "Please come lay down, you look like you are about to throw up." Alice said lightly, gold eyes watching him carefully, pleading.
"I'm fine." Jacob protested, voice void as he watched Ashlynn, swaying to the left, towards her. He was going to fall.. Fall flat on his face. However, Seth, though smaller, was quickly at his side, keeping him upright.
"Maybe the lee- vampire smell is getting to him." Seth mused.
"Probably, I know it's starting to bug me." Embry agreed, rubbing at his nose at the same time he spoke as if to prove a point. He then followed his alpha's gaze. "Jake, you keep staring at- Oh boy." Embry's voice faltered and his eyes got way too wide. He looked at Seth, Seth looked at him. Jacob did not look at either of them. He noticed the hybrid's eyes had found them now. She looked absolutely terrified. Jake immediately wanted to go to her, take her in his arms and tell her that no harm would come to her.. Not ever. He shook his head, shuddering, his own thoughts creeping him out and making him want to hide. Alice cleared her throat.
"I saw this." she murmured softly, looking down almost guilty. "Don't ask me how because I do not know. It shocked even me, because I cannot see the future for your kind. But.. But I did."
Jake, Embry and Seth all looked at her.
"You did?" they said in unison, causing uneasy, bell-like laughter to escape Alice's mouth.
"Yes and I also saw this.." She nodded towards the door. Jake had been far too distracted to notice and hear a car pulling up outside. It was then he noticed someone else was here and whoever they were, they did not smell like a vampire. It was a human. Everyone seemed to stop talking as yet another knock was heard at the front door. This knock seemed a little unsure. One knock.. Then another for good measure.
Jacob's gaze stayed on the door just a split moment before they slid back to Ashlynn; back to his imprint.
Monroe
What am I doing?
Peering out the window of an old, brown taxi Leslie Baker watched it rain; where she was from (Arlington, Georgia) it rarely rained and when it did it never lasted long. Ever since she got to Forks, Washington (which was only about an hour and a half ago ) that's all in had been doing. This must have been some bad omen. She had been pondering why she even came here. She did not personally know the people she was going to. What was she even going to say?
"Hi, I'm Leslie Baker. I guess my dad kno- knew you guys. I found this letter from him and he told me to come here, so here I am! Surprise?"
Yeah. That sounds sane. Monroe shuddered, shaking the sleeves of her large, gray sweater to where they fell over her hands. It had been a little over two weeks since her father, Rodney Baker otherwise known as Dr. Baker in her little town, passed away due to a tragic car accident on the way home from a late night at work. He was the only family Leslie had left since her grandmother died the previous year from cancer. Hot tears pricked her icy, baby blue eyes when memories rushed back to her. She blinked rapidly, fighting them off in refusal to cry anymore; that's all she had done the past couple of weeks.
Okay, saying Monroe had no family left was a bit of a lie. When the call was made that Rodney had passed, his aunt Debra, Leslie's great aunt, immediately came from her home in Florida. Debra is one of those people who always has to be right. She is a pig-head, to be blunt. Her and Monroe never were on the same level. Debra thinks Leslie is "childish and sarcastic," and Leslie thinks she is a stuck-up, old snob.
At first Monroe was to move to Florida and live with Debra; both of them did not really want that. However, when cleaning out her dad's old work desk she found a letter, and within that letter was an address and "directions."
She remembered her dad speaking of a man named Carlisle Cullen. He spoke highly of him and the rest of his family. Carlisle, at one point, had taken Rodney under his wing and showed him some things; he helped her father become a better doctor. How bad could the guy be?
If this was true then why was her stomach in ten thousands different knots? Monroe squinted at her reflection in the slightly fogged-up taxi window. An ordinary, slight girl stared back at her. Her blonde hair was on top of her head in a messy bun, a few wispy strands around her face and beneath her pale, blue eyes were dark circles from barely any sleep. It was easy to see her appearance was not at the top of her list.
Looking at the taxi's rear-view mirror, Monroe noticed the taxi driver staring back at her. She quirked an eyebrow at him. This caused the short, balding man to cough a couple of times. "We're almost there." he said, voice raspy and gritty; he sounded like a chain smoker, to be quite honest. Uneasiness seemed to swallow Leslie Baker whole as she nodded slowly, fiddling with the strap of her worn, ratty messenger bag that lay in her lap. That and one suitcase in the trunk being the only things she brought.
On the inside Monroe was freaking out. In the letter her father had wrote he intended on her staying and living with Carlisle and his family if anything were to happen to him. He said Carlisle knew and agreed to this, but what if Dr. Cullen had forget all about it? Leslie softly bit her lower, light pink lip, something she done when she was either nervous or thinking. When the taxi turned off the main road and onto one much smaller she tensed slightly, sitting up straighter in her seat. Her blue eyes were wide as she looked out all the windows, looking a bit goofy as she tried doing so at the same time. The taxi driver was watching her again, she could sense it.
However, her attention was drawn to the large house ahead instead of the creepy pervert driving. She blinked burning, red tinged eyes (from crying) once.. twice, rubbing them a little. The house was huge.
Wow. No wonder my dad wanted me to become a doctor. Look at this! she thought as the taxi came to an easy stop. "And here we are, lovely." the driver cooed, causing Monroe's skin to crawl. She gripped her messenger bag, sliding across the seat as she opened the door in the same motion.
"Thanks." she said stiffly, voice soft due to her southern accent. The man's greasy smile widened. Reaching in her pocket she grabbed a small wad of money, which was all she had, thrusting it at him. "Here." she added, one leg already out the taxi. The taxi driver reached back, taking the money and purposely letting his fat hand rub against her's. She jerked her hand back, dropping the money in the seat before he could take it.
Once out the car she got her suitcase and hastily made her way towards the front door of the house, taking the stairs two at a time. Though, once she was in front of said door all the confidence she had built up swiftly vanished. She felt so small. I can't do this.. she thought taking a step back, looking back. The taxi still idled in the front and she saw the taxi driver leaning across the passenger seat, watching her with a lazy, yellow-teeth grin. She shuddered, moving toward the door, lifting her free hand that was balled into a fist.
She knocked once then thinking they might not hear it, knocked once more lightly. What if she got the wrong place? I hope no one is home. she silently prayed but knew someone was there. Careful footsteps were heard coming towards the door. Her heartbeat sped up and the grip on her suitcase was almost painful, causing her knuckles to turn white from the pressure.
Oh dad, what have you gotten me into?