Status: Getting there - Slowly
Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?
Playing God
I stared up at the towering crowd, shaking. Not from anger, from fear. Tears welled up in my blood-shot blue eyes; I was still backing away from the boys when Jacob piped up, “What’s going on Ella?” He asked softly, taking a few steps towards me. I shook my head slowly, taking a few more steps backwards,
“I can’t tell you Jacob. I wish I could but...” I whispered, closing my eyes, preparing myself to run as fast as I possibly could.
“You can’t tell us?” Sam roared, “We’ve shown you what we are and you’re keeping secrets from us? From Jake!” I could tell he was playing the guilt card. I didn’t care I had to get out of there. I turned to leave. A warm familiar hand grabbed my arm.
"Ella," The sound of his smooth voice being so close startled me, making me jump back a step, "please." I looked deep into his gorgeous brown eyes, I couldn't stay here. Everyone's sure to hate me now. I turned away from them, closing my eyes. And I would run. I didn't care where to, and I didn't care how long it would take, I would just run as far away as possible.
Jacob’s voice was almost impossible to hear, but it was as loud as thunder in my ears. I could hear the strain in his voice, the confusion buzzing in his mind, his heartbeat, thudding against his rib cage. I turned around, tears welling up, heavier in my eyes. I looked to the floor, guilty, just as Sam had wanted. I looked back up, past Jake’s shoulder to look at the rest of the pack.
“Not here.” Was all I said before I turned back around and headed for the trees in the distance. My paces were uneven and rushed, trying to escape the awkwardness of the situation and listening out for anyone who might be following behind me. Once I was entirely sure that no one was there, I came to a standstill by a huge tree covered with moss. Noticing that there was some form of light behind some more foliage, I walked through some more trees to find a small clearing. It wasn’t one of those clearings with pretty flowers and butterflies. This was a pretty simple clearing, there were loads of massive, moss covered trees, a few small rocks and on one of the larger rocks, was a single beam of light. I looked up at the light source, not seeing any; I figured that it must be the moonlight coming through a gap in the branches above my head.
I staggered over to the trunk of one of the trees and perched myself on a dry rock underneath a low branch. I sat in solitary, silently weeping for the most part, taking in deep breaths to calm myself down. After a while of being utterly alone, I heard a twig snap and leaves ruffle in the distance behind me. I curled up into a tight ball where I was and hoped that they would destroy me quickly. I really wasn’t in the mood for a slow, painful death, even though I deserved it. I’d lost control. I always do. I knew I shouldn’t have come out today, I knew it was all too good to be true. My thoughts stopped in their tracks. The sound of leaves being rustled came from the far left side of me. I snapped my head around to see who it was. Instead of a bunch of angry werewolves standing there, a solemn looking Jacob trudged towards my tree. I stared at him like he was crazy. He probably was considering the events of the past hour or so. Still none-the-less, he came over to the trunk and sat down next to me. I looked away from him, staring now at the ground. I wasn’t about to start this conversation off.
“You wanna talk?” He half asked, leaning back onto the tree trunk. I wanted to apologize, tell him the whole story. But I couldn’t. It could be so easy, simple. But it isn’t. “Ella, listen. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just want to know what happened back there.” Honest words. I wish I could mirror that.
“I wish I could tell you,” I started quietly, resting my head in my hands, Jacob interrupted before I could continue,
“So don’t tell me. Let me guess it.” I raised an eyebrow, lifting my eyes to meet his,
“Okay…” I agreed reluctantly, “If you think you can.” Jacob put his hand on his chin, making a performance out of thinking; I was almost close to smiling.
“So from what I know of you, you’re a wolf, right?” I nodded in response, “But you just tried to eat Jared,” He paused to think a bit more. I sat, waiting for his conclusion nervously. “So you’re either, really hungry, a cannibal or a freaky hybrid thing.” He turned his head to face me, frowning playfully. I stared at him, wide-eyed, hoping he would realize that he was onto something. “I’m really confused.” He finally stated, frowning. “Are you...? No you couldn’t be... It’s not possible... No.... Not ever...” He broke off into thought,
“Am I what...? Jacob?” I hinted, hoping my obviousness was sinking in. It worked. Jacob lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
“You’re... You’re a... bloodsucker too?” He asked, disbelievingly. Well, at least he guessed it.
“I’m a vampire/shape-shifter hybrid, the only one in existence.” Jacob looked at me with wide eyes, not believing any of it. Here we go again with the stories... “My grandfather on my Mother’s side is a wolf, but it skipped her generation and was passed onto me. My father was a vampire. He was ripped apart and burned by my grandfather shortly after I was born. That’s why I don’t have red eyes or burning hot skin. I can more or less pass for a human.” I picked at the rubber on my shoe, leaving Jacob to make sense of it all in his head.
After a moment of sitting in silence, -Jacob frowning, counting out points on his hands, taking all previous events into account and talking quietly to himself- I stood up, brushing the dead leaves off my butt. My actions seemed to startle Jacob as he was soon on his feet at attention. His shoulders relaxed after he’d looked around, checking we were alone.
“So lemme get this straight,” He started, frowning again, “You’re a vampire-werewolf...”
“Shape-shifter,” I corrected him,
“You’re a vampire slash ‘whatever’ hybrid. You don’t have coloured eyes or cold skin, but you don’t have dark, hot skin and you’ve never been in a pack before.” He asked half asked. I nodded,
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it.” I responded, coolly. Jacob, looked convinced and satisfied,
“Okay, so...” He looked down, “Where do we go from here?” He asked, nervously, “I mean do we carry on as though nothing happened?”
“Somehow I don’t think Sam would let anyone forget this.” I stated bluntly, truthfully.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed. He took a moment to think again, “So, what? Do we start again?” He looked up at me with hope-filled eyes,
“That’d be nice.” I agreed. Making a joke of the situation, Jacob grabbed my hand and shook it,
“Nice to meet you, my name’s Jacob Black and I am a werewolf. Who might you be?” He shot me a cheeky, crooked smile. I couldn't help but giggle,
“I’m Ella. Ella Jackson and I am a freak.” I smiled back, noticing a glimmer in his eye. Well, maybe this time round, I won’t hurt anybody. Jacob shot me a playful smile and wrapped his huge arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer to him. Feeling the cold autumn breeze flowing through the forest I shifted closer to him, trying to salvage every bit of heat his body radiated. I couldn't help but think of him as a kind of portable hot water bottle, but one that’s conspicuous so people won't think you need to be in hospital all the time. Jacob helped me back down so that we were leaning back on the tree again and once more wrapped in eachothers arms.
Resting my head on Jacob’s shoulder I heard him sigh and watched his pecks rise and fall with his breath. I looked up at his face, his head resting back, eyes closed lightly and playing on his lips was a soft smile. “Are you tired?” I whispered, my mouth resting just under his jaw,
“Nope,” He opened his eyes and blinked, “Just resting.” I smiled at him as his eyes looked down to meet mine, “Are you tired?” He repeated my question; I nodded slightly and rested my head back on his shoulder, feeling his hot breath down the back of my neck, making the hair on my arms raise.
“A little bit.” I faked a yawn, “We should really head home.” Although I had suggested it, I didn't plan on moving. Well, as long as I stay next to Jacob I won’t get pneumonia. I thought to myself, and it was true. This kid was giving off so much heat I’m surprised that wild cats weren't gathering around him and falling asleep like they do in front of fires.
“Nah, let’s just stay here, I’m comfy.” He smiled, his eyes closed again as he leant his head back onto the bark of the tree.
“Yeah, you are comfy.” I smiled and moved closer, wrapping one of my arms around his stomach, hoping that he wouldn’t think it was too weird. He seemed to be alright with it, wrapping his arm tighter around my shoulders and using his other arm to wrap around my waist, instantly heating me up completely. And before I knew it, I drifted off into the land of dreams.
“I can’t tell you Jacob. I wish I could but...” I whispered, closing my eyes, preparing myself to run as fast as I possibly could.
“You can’t tell us?” Sam roared, “We’ve shown you what we are and you’re keeping secrets from us? From Jake!” I could tell he was playing the guilt card. I didn’t care I had to get out of there. I turned to leave. A warm familiar hand grabbed my arm.
"Ella," The sound of his smooth voice being so close startled me, making me jump back a step, "please." I looked deep into his gorgeous brown eyes, I couldn't stay here. Everyone's sure to hate me now. I turned away from them, closing my eyes. And I would run. I didn't care where to, and I didn't care how long it would take, I would just run as far away as possible.
Jacob’s voice was almost impossible to hear, but it was as loud as thunder in my ears. I could hear the strain in his voice, the confusion buzzing in his mind, his heartbeat, thudding against his rib cage. I turned around, tears welling up, heavier in my eyes. I looked to the floor, guilty, just as Sam had wanted. I looked back up, past Jake’s shoulder to look at the rest of the pack.
“Not here.” Was all I said before I turned back around and headed for the trees in the distance. My paces were uneven and rushed, trying to escape the awkwardness of the situation and listening out for anyone who might be following behind me. Once I was entirely sure that no one was there, I came to a standstill by a huge tree covered with moss. Noticing that there was some form of light behind some more foliage, I walked through some more trees to find a small clearing. It wasn’t one of those clearings with pretty flowers and butterflies. This was a pretty simple clearing, there were loads of massive, moss covered trees, a few small rocks and on one of the larger rocks, was a single beam of light. I looked up at the light source, not seeing any; I figured that it must be the moonlight coming through a gap in the branches above my head.
I staggered over to the trunk of one of the trees and perched myself on a dry rock underneath a low branch. I sat in solitary, silently weeping for the most part, taking in deep breaths to calm myself down. After a while of being utterly alone, I heard a twig snap and leaves ruffle in the distance behind me. I curled up into a tight ball where I was and hoped that they would destroy me quickly. I really wasn’t in the mood for a slow, painful death, even though I deserved it. I’d lost control. I always do. I knew I shouldn’t have come out today, I knew it was all too good to be true. My thoughts stopped in their tracks. The sound of leaves being rustled came from the far left side of me. I snapped my head around to see who it was. Instead of a bunch of angry werewolves standing there, a solemn looking Jacob trudged towards my tree. I stared at him like he was crazy. He probably was considering the events of the past hour or so. Still none-the-less, he came over to the trunk and sat down next to me. I looked away from him, staring now at the ground. I wasn’t about to start this conversation off.
“You wanna talk?” He half asked, leaning back onto the tree trunk. I wanted to apologize, tell him the whole story. But I couldn’t. It could be so easy, simple. But it isn’t. “Ella, listen. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just want to know what happened back there.” Honest words. I wish I could mirror that.
“I wish I could tell you,” I started quietly, resting my head in my hands, Jacob interrupted before I could continue,
“So don’t tell me. Let me guess it.” I raised an eyebrow, lifting my eyes to meet his,
“Okay…” I agreed reluctantly, “If you think you can.” Jacob put his hand on his chin, making a performance out of thinking; I was almost close to smiling.
“So from what I know of you, you’re a wolf, right?” I nodded in response, “But you just tried to eat Jared,” He paused to think a bit more. I sat, waiting for his conclusion nervously. “So you’re either, really hungry, a cannibal or a freaky hybrid thing.” He turned his head to face me, frowning playfully. I stared at him, wide-eyed, hoping he would realize that he was onto something. “I’m really confused.” He finally stated, frowning. “Are you...? No you couldn’t be... It’s not possible... No.... Not ever...” He broke off into thought,
“Am I what...? Jacob?” I hinted, hoping my obviousness was sinking in. It worked. Jacob lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
“You’re... You’re a... bloodsucker too?” He asked, disbelievingly. Well, at least he guessed it.
“I’m a vampire/shape-shifter hybrid, the only one in existence.” Jacob looked at me with wide eyes, not believing any of it. Here we go again with the stories... “My grandfather on my Mother’s side is a wolf, but it skipped her generation and was passed onto me. My father was a vampire. He was ripped apart and burned by my grandfather shortly after I was born. That’s why I don’t have red eyes or burning hot skin. I can more or less pass for a human.” I picked at the rubber on my shoe, leaving Jacob to make sense of it all in his head.
After a moment of sitting in silence, -Jacob frowning, counting out points on his hands, taking all previous events into account and talking quietly to himself- I stood up, brushing the dead leaves off my butt. My actions seemed to startle Jacob as he was soon on his feet at attention. His shoulders relaxed after he’d looked around, checking we were alone.
“So lemme get this straight,” He started, frowning again, “You’re a vampire-werewolf...”
“Shape-shifter,” I corrected him,
“You’re a vampire slash ‘whatever’ hybrid. You don’t have coloured eyes or cold skin, but you don’t have dark, hot skin and you’ve never been in a pack before.” He asked half asked. I nodded,
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it.” I responded, coolly. Jacob, looked convinced and satisfied,
“Okay, so...” He looked down, “Where do we go from here?” He asked, nervously, “I mean do we carry on as though nothing happened?”
“Somehow I don’t think Sam would let anyone forget this.” I stated bluntly, truthfully.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed. He took a moment to think again, “So, what? Do we start again?” He looked up at me with hope-filled eyes,
“That’d be nice.” I agreed. Making a joke of the situation, Jacob grabbed my hand and shook it,
“Nice to meet you, my name’s Jacob Black and I am a werewolf. Who might you be?” He shot me a cheeky, crooked smile. I couldn't help but giggle,
“I’m Ella. Ella Jackson and I am a freak.” I smiled back, noticing a glimmer in his eye. Well, maybe this time round, I won’t hurt anybody. Jacob shot me a playful smile and wrapped his huge arm around my shoulder, bringing me closer to him. Feeling the cold autumn breeze flowing through the forest I shifted closer to him, trying to salvage every bit of heat his body radiated. I couldn't help but think of him as a kind of portable hot water bottle, but one that’s conspicuous so people won't think you need to be in hospital all the time. Jacob helped me back down so that we were leaning back on the tree again and once more wrapped in eachothers arms.
Resting my head on Jacob’s shoulder I heard him sigh and watched his pecks rise and fall with his breath. I looked up at his face, his head resting back, eyes closed lightly and playing on his lips was a soft smile. “Are you tired?” I whispered, my mouth resting just under his jaw,
“Nope,” He opened his eyes and blinked, “Just resting.” I smiled at him as his eyes looked down to meet mine, “Are you tired?” He repeated my question; I nodded slightly and rested my head back on his shoulder, feeling his hot breath down the back of my neck, making the hair on my arms raise.
“A little bit.” I faked a yawn, “We should really head home.” Although I had suggested it, I didn't plan on moving. Well, as long as I stay next to Jacob I won’t get pneumonia. I thought to myself, and it was true. This kid was giving off so much heat I’m surprised that wild cats weren't gathering around him and falling asleep like they do in front of fires.
“Nah, let’s just stay here, I’m comfy.” He smiled, his eyes closed again as he leant his head back onto the bark of the tree.
“Yeah, you are comfy.” I smiled and moved closer, wrapping one of my arms around his stomach, hoping that he wouldn’t think it was too weird. He seemed to be alright with it, wrapping his arm tighter around my shoulders and using his other arm to wrap around my waist, instantly heating me up completely. And before I knew it, I drifted off into the land of dreams.