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The Poet and the Pendulum	By : TwilightScribe Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 4180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Parts: Interlude II [ hoping for a sign ]
Rating: pg13
Pairing: Jasper/Jacob
Words: 3 736 words
Disclaimer: The Twilight series and its characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, who I am definitely not. This means that I don't own the characters or anything but the strange circumstances that I slap them into. I'll put them back once I'm done with them, promise.

Interlude II
. hoping for a sign .

The last thing any of us expected was finding a werewolf on our front doorstep the day after our meeting with them the night before. Alice was the first one at the door; she'd most likely been alerted to his presence by the fact that our futures just disappeared.

When the rest of us came down, the werewolf shuffled nervously, and cautiously peeked up at us. I could feel waves of nervousness coming off of him, but also there was curiosity there too. He was... well, intrigued by us, and just maybe willing to take the time to actually understand us and take the time to judge by who we are; not what we are.

"Uhh... hi."

"Can I... help you?" Alice asked, her delicate nose curling upwards at the smell. Actually, I didn't think that it was too bad, but it wasn't great either.

"Well, it's sorta complicated." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly; I could sense Rosalie's tense set and the anger rolling off of her sharply, and it only put me on edge. Surprisingly, though, I actually didn't feel threatened by this mere slip of a boy; even though I knew that he could easily tear one of us apart if he chose to phase.

Carlisle took charge, his unruffled and calming presence a welcome balm to Rosalie's volatile and often cruel nature, "Please, I think an introduction would be welcome."

"Oh, uh, right, I'm Seth." His eyes flickered over all of us, but it was me who he finally settled his gaze on; and I knew that it was me who he had came to see. I was the reason that he had wondered into the lion's den.

This confused me, because I didn't believe that he was the one from the night before; that great russet wolf which had taken off in such a hurry after that flurry of emotions that had made me feel, for the first time in over a hundred years, like I was alive. It was a very nice feeling, one I had been bereft of for too long.

"Seth, then, please come in. We can talk more."

"Uh... actually, I just came cause I need to talk to him," here he paused to point at me; I guessed that they really hadn't made any attempt to memorize our names. Though, I was pretty sure that, by now, all of the werewolves knew Edward and who he was. But the fact that he came looking for me? It seemed almost too... well I wanted to say cliché, but that didn't seem like quite the right word to use. Unusual, I could almost always find a word to fit any given situation, but now, I was completely at a loss.

"Of course, Jasper?" Now the attention was on me, and I was surprised out of my thoughts.

"Seth, was it?" He nodded. "You said you wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah... uh, could we do this in private? Please?"

Quite suddenly, my family made it a point to not be in the house. All of them had disappeared to do who knows what outside; Esme went to her garden, with Carlisle at her side. Rosalie and Emmett disappeared into the woods, probably for a little 'alone' time. It was Alice who stopped briefly beside me, and whispered, "Listen to what the pup has to say, then make a decision."

Then she too was gone.

I gestured for the young pup to follow me, and lead him to the sitting room portion of the main floor, and he sank down into the couch, while I stood between him and the entertainment system. An uncomfortable silence hung over the room for a time, until it was broken.

"You came here to talk to me about...?" I waved my hand in the air in a vague gesture to tell him to continue. Something in me was taking over, desperate to know what it was that he came for. That ache that had been there since I'd felt those waves of passionate belonging, possession, and sheer pure love from the night before. And my heart was yearning to be wrapped in that again.

"Oh right. Yeah, sorry. Um... this wasn't my idea, I told Quil and Embry that this was a bad idea," he seemed... horribly uncomfortable with being here, and my own anxiety to hear whatever it was that he had to say. Something told me it was what I was dying to hear.

Someone, somewhere, was calling out to me; calling out to every fiber of my being.

Find me, hold me, take me, own me, love me.

Seeing as I didn't interrupt him, the young pup continued, while I listened to him, "Look, since well, Jake imprinted on you, there have been a few changes that Sam's had to make with the elders cause of it. Nothing like this' ever happened before. So-"

"If this is about the imprinting, then I have no problem with it." That seemed to set him somewhat more at ease, but it didn't seem like it was the sole reason for why he was here. "Is there something else?"

"We were kind of hoping... that you could come talk to him. Just to, you know, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Would he?"

"He might, he won't talk to any of us. I know that Sam was going to ask Emily to talk to him, make sure he knows that none of us will hate him or something like because of all this. It's just how Jake is."

I thought it over; I had received Alice's blessing to do whatever I wished, she had let me go. And with what Seth had told me, it seemed that my best choice would be to take his advice and talk to Jacob, or as everyone else seemed to call him, Jake. But there was something wrong. I wasn't allowed to set foot on their land, with what I was, going to see him would most likely get me killed.

"How can I go talk to him if he's refusing to leave his room? I'm not allowed on Quileute land."

"Technically, the treaty's nullified in this case. Since Jake imprinted on you, you're not included with the other vampires in the details. Just means you can come onto our land; it wouldn't be good for any of us if Jake spent all his time on the other side of the border."

This caused my head to snap up and make me pay attention. So I was an honorary member of their pack?

"If I am understanding this correctly, then I am being given permission to cross the border?"

"Yeah, it wouldn't be all that nice if we didn't let Jake see you everyday or whenever he wanted. It would kind of defeat the point. But yeah, Quil and Embry are really worried that Jake'll pull some stupid stunt cause of what Bella's told him about you guys-"

"Wait. How much did Bella tell him?"

"I don't think that at the time she thought you guys would be coming back, so she did tell us a lot. Think she mentioned something about all of you already being in pretty well-established relationships with the one who you were supposed to-"

"Shit!"

I wasn't really thinking about my own actions by that point, because the moment he told me that Bella had told them about our relationships, and that could not lead to anything good. Or even remotely ending well. All I knew at that moment was that I had to find Jacob as quickly as I possibly could, and make sure that he didn't do anything that could cause him harm. What had me panicking the most was the thought that he might be so desperate for some measure of peace that he could take his own life.

My mind was blinded with worry and the only thing that managed to pierce that panic-induced haze was the scent that I knew was his. It had faded since the night before, but was still potent enough for me to follow it accurately. It was ingrained into my mind, after years, of where the border was, but the only thought that passed through my mind when I crossed it was that I was only halfway to where I needed to be.

Only a few steps onto Quileute land, I was tackled to the ground. Pinned underneath the smaller, lean werewolf, I growled up at them; it's never a good idea to piss off a vampire, especially not when it concerns one who we care deeply for. In times like this, we will do anything, and I do mean anything, to protect them.

The grey wolf was glaring and snarling down at me, the teeth were bared at me, and there was anger rolling off of them in waves. I just continued to snarl; if I wasn't unconsciously making the effort not to cause permanent harm, I most likely would have simply torn her throat out. But as it was, I simply swung my legs up, braced them against the chest and then sent the werewolf flying over me. I didn't care if it landed on its feet, which it did, but I was already on my feet and continuing my run.

It was the scent of pomegranate and blackberry which kept me going, and I found much more recent trails of it around what I was assuming was the Black residence. I inhaled deeply, nearly overwhelmed by the power of the scent and started to try and find a way inside. An open window near the back of the house caught my attention.

With a jump, I was able to land on the sill, and I slipped through easily. I unfolded from my crouch and took in my surroundings. The first thing that assaulted me when I entered the room, was the scent of blood; and not just any blood, it was Jacob's. I felt my own blood boiling in response to the smell, but the blood lust that I had previously experienced wasn't there.

Leaping over the bed, there was no sound when I landed in front of the unconscious werewolf; careful not to land on any part of him, I didn't want to hurt him. The scent of blood was stronger, now that I was closer to him, and as my eyes raked over his body, I saw the half-healed, jagged cuts along his wrists and arms. The blood around them was mostly dried, but some of it was still sticky while a little oozed out of the cuts.

Gently, I reached out, touching his face with one, while the other gently took one his bloodied hands in mine. When my hand tilted his head a little to give me a better look at his face, he started awake. Warm chocolate brown eyes met mine, and I dropped his hand to take his face in both of mine. I looked for something, anything really, that would tell me how he felt about the contact.

His heart was thundering wildly in his chest, and his lips parted as he started to breathe raggedly. I felt the worry coming off of him, the fear, and somehow, I knew that it was all coming down to me. It would be me who decided which way this relationship would go; we were perched on the tip of a knife, and we could plunge either way, it was all dependent on me.

But the longing... I saw the longing in his eyes, and those parted lips... they called to me, and I was like a man in a desert drawn to water. I couldn't resist. I pressed my lips and my entire body against him with the want and the need to completely consume him, but that was not solely it. That warmth that he possessed, that pure love he was offering; I needed it, desperately so. What he was offering I longer to take and to have; and to return.

All I knew was that he was all I could ever want, and I would be or do anything that he could need.

It would have been a hard and painful realization to make if it weren't for how passionately this young man felt. From the cuts and the blood, I knew that he never did anything halfway; it was just part of who he was, and I found myself loving it.

Everything felt new, felt different, but none of it felt wrong. No, it felt right. He and I fit perfectly together, and he was just as much mine as I was his. There would be no broken hearts here; this was not love, no it was much deeper then that. If I had him, then I was complete.

When I pulled back, remembering that he was still more human then I, and he would need to breathe. Chocolate eyes met mine, and he shakily asked me, "This isn't a dream... right?"

"Not a dream. If it was, then I wouldn't be seeing it too." I leaned in, brushing my hands against his wrists and arms, remembering the blood, and a frown settled onto my face. Carefully, I took one his arms in my hands, my eyes taking in the criss-crosses of dried blood that decorated the bronze skin; and I felt a wave of guilt rush through me. Had he done this... because of me? "Why would you do something like this...?"

He didn't seem too happy about my asking about this, and he automatically rushed to deflect the subject.

"I don't want to talk about it. It had nothing to do with you though... please don't be mad at yourself."

I snorted, "I blame myself for a lot of things, this is one of them."

"Don't. I did this to myself and - what the hell are you doing?!"

My tongue darted out, curious as to what his blood would taste like, given the scent he possessed. But also, I felt guilty for what I believed I had caused. Though, it was mostly because I had this longing to know how his blood would taste; the blood lust wasn't there with his scent, but I still wanted to taste him.

His blood was sweet and rich, nothing at all like the blood of humans which was, in comparison, weak and thin. But the sight of his blood sent a rage, and guilt, rushing through me in such potency that I had never before known. Anyone who would dare to spill his blood would have to answer to me; and they would pay the price in blood, maybe their life. An ugly thought perhaps, but this was something that much deeper then simple love; and it called for more feeling.

When I released his arm, there was a moment where neither of us moved. I was waiting, hoping that he would show me something that would tell me that I had not scared him off with what I had just done; but I could not stop what was in my nature, I couldn't change what I was. Needless to say, I was pleased when he did decide to take the initiative.

The kiss he started was hesitant and shy, but I was again quick to take control of it. I was so anxious to have him against me that I neglected to remember his age. He might have been no angel, but he still had that innocence to him that I myself had long since lost. It was very desirable, and it was also something that I wanted very much to protect; well, unless I would be the one to be corrupting him, but it wasn't quite in the way which the innocence was there.

I think it was the very potent sexual desire that we both were experiencing that made him realize just what it was that his body was silently pleading for. I don't doubt that he had known of these feelings before, but I doubt that he had ever experienced them to the degree which he was feeling them at that moment. It can be a rather... overpowering tide, to say the least.

Pulling away, I looked him over, then smiled, "Let's take this at least a little slow, alright Jake?" We had more then enough time to explore this side of our... new relationship, and I would never push him into something that he wasn't ready for. I wanted him to come to me.

There were shuffling noises and thuds coming from the front of the house, and I surmised that whoever else lived here with Jake had just arrived home. When I had arrived, there had been no other signs or noises signifying that there was any other living person in the house. I made to leave, unsure whether or not my presence would be appreciated. His impassioned pleas are what convinced me to stay; for whatever reason, he wanted me to remain.

While he left to converse with his father, I stayed behind and looked over his room. It wasn't very big, and was a bit cramped, with a double bed, a small night stand, a desk, and a chair; other then that, there was very little in the way of personal touches. In fact, the room was rather barren. The only real touch that would give you any sense that someone did indeed live here, were the two framed pictures on the night stand.

One was obviously of the pack, I could see Jake in the middle between two other boys who were probably around his age; and a young girl in one corner. She looked incredibly bitter and none too happy about the entire situation. The only other one, really, who caught my eye was the young boy in the front.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, I was immersed in his scent. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips and I let my eyes closed. I was waiting, for what I wasn't too sure, but with where the conversation was going outside, I had an idea. Jake was going to introduce me to his father?

"I said I did, so let's see him."

I took that as my cue, because obviously the elder Black wanted to see what his son was getting. I was at his side within half a second; and I took his hand in mine. Jake seemed stressed and nervous, so I made sure that he knew that no matter what, I would support him. All I wanted, was for him to be safe, happy, and loved.

I wasn't sure what compelled me to use a last name which I hadn't used in decades, but somehow it seemed much more right then the lie which I had been living with for our human charade. It didn't seem to matter now; both knew what I was, I had no need to hide behind any false pretenses. Being honest is a good thing, and I would prefer that he knew my real name, and not have to use Rosalie's any more.

"Yeah, Jasper Whitlock. Jasper? This is my dad, Billy Black."

My Southern manners came out, "A pleasure to to meet you."

I was... surprised that he was willing to shake my hand, seeing as how much his family, his people, despised my kind. But I supposed that it was just a result of the situation. He couldn't blame his son for having imprinted on a vampire, and he didn't want to force him to choose between his own family, and me. It was admirable.

Of course, there would be no way that he and I would ever be best friends or ever get along very well; but we could be civil to each other, and we would put forward the effort for Jake's sake. It was really that simple.

Though, I think the most amusing part of that first night was Billy's little lecture on what we could and could not do while he was in the house. I supposed that it was worth it for the fact that Jake turned a very alluring shade of red and was quite embarrassed by the entire thing. Even I was a little embarrassed by it, seeing as what we had been very close to doing just a few minutes earlier.

Though, he was tired so I would of course not do anything to further exhaust him. His scent relaxed me, and I walked him back to his room. Wanting to make sure that he got the rest that he looked like he so desperately needed. Once we were inside his room, I picked him up and made sure that he was in bed; I wasn't planning on climbing into bed with him, but Jake was very insisting on my joining him.

I wound up in the bed with him.

Jake smiled at me once we were under the covers, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body and warming my cold flesh. He was snuggled up against me, and I couldn't help but want to feel more of him at that moment. I pulled him closer, running my fingers through his silky black hair and took a deep breath of his now powerful scent which was making it harder and harder for me to concentrate on what I should and shouldn't do.

I shouldn't have stayed, but I did. And I just couldn't, in good conscience, let him wake up alone. So instead, I promised him that I would right there when he woke up. Another deep breath of his scent, and I managed to regain some form of my own rational thought. It only took a few more hours for me to feel my normally ice cold body warm just a little.

Disengaging myself from him, I let him keep contact with me by letting his head rest in my lap. He curled up around me, shifting a little so that he was breathing in my own scent. I sighed, and ran my free hand through my hair. Right then, I was debating with myself what it was that I wanted to do; for as calm and put together as I had been, I really had no idea where I wanted this to go.

What I wanted... I wanted this. Whatever he had to offer me, I wanted it; I wanted all of him. I had the most beautiful young man; and I was the one who he would look to for everything. It was a little overwhelming, but I would find a way to deal with it.

I had the entire night to think it through, and that would be exactly what I would do.
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