Killer Instinct

So far, school has been... Boring.
Well, what did you expect? That it was exhilarating, awesome and kickass? Yeah... No.
I was walking to my last class, when I randomly got pulled into a closet.
I had a knife at the throat of my kidnapper before he/she could even open the light.
Then, I took the time to judge. By the sheer size, I could tell it was a guy. By the warmth I could tell it was a Shape-Shifter.
And by the need to be closer, I could tell it was Jacob.

"Could you put that away please, it's hurting me." Jacob mumbled, sounding pained.
As much as it went against my good moral, I slipped the weapon back in my thigh sheath and rested my back against the wall behind me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Doing what?" he asked, either playing dumb or simply stupid.

"This! Making me choose between my head and my heart! That not nice, you know." I hissed at him.
I was getting thoroughly frustrated.

"I- I needed to talk to you again, to touch you... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like this." he mumbled, running his hand on the side of my face.
He was so close, I just had to reach up and... No.
I can't do this. It's not right. It's unnatural.
But, on the other hand, he's my soulmate. Maybe... Just maybe... We're really meant to be together...
No way.
But just one more kiss before I ditch him...
Just one more... NO!! I can not do this to my reputation, it would make me go gushy.
I can't become a softie! I'm the Executioner for god's sake!

While I was having an internal battle, Jacob was leaning down to kiss me, ever so slowly...
Ah, screw it I thought.
I grabbed the back of his head and pressed my lips against his harshly. He didn't waste any time responding with equal passion and need.
I knew my lips would be swollen after this... But I didn't care. Not one bit. Oh, I'm going to regret this later...

His tongue licked my bottom lip, and I granted him access, suddenly realizing I might have gone too far to ever go back. Wrong, it's never too late.
His hands ventured up my shirt slowly, and uncertainly. I let him.
I actually slipped my own hands under his shirt, feeling his rock hard abs.

I let out a small moan when his hands reached my bra.
My body ached for him, I needed this shape-shifter- no. This man.
Just as I was about to pull Jacob's shirt over his head, I heard the warning bell ring.

My eyes snapped open as I finally realized what was about to happen. I froze.
This can't be happening. Oh my god. Was I just about to have sex with a monster?

"what's wrong, love?" Jacob mumbled against the skin on my neck.
It felt so good, I should just... No. Not this time.

"Jake, we're going to be late," I mumbled, trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape my lips. How very un-executioner-like.

He didn't pay any attention to the words I had just uttered. Instead, he just kept kissing my neck and trying to take my damn shirt off.
I should just let him... No. God dammit, how many times do i have to say this? Not this time!

"Jake, if you keep this up, I'm going to pull my knife out." I tried not to moan it out, but I failed.

"Aw, but I thought you liked it?" he mumbled, and found my sweet spot. I didn't even know I had one!
I moaned and tried to pull my knife out, but my hand couldn't reach either of the sheathes. Damn.

"Ok, enough." I managed to gasp as his hand grabbed my thigh.

I took the opportunity to quickly grab the knife and press it against Jacob's throat.

"didn't say I didn't warn you" I said. I would have hissed it, but my mind was slightly blurry and my breath rather ragged.

I nodded my head towards the door, and cleared my throat as the bell rang again, signaling the beginning of our class.

"what class do you have?" i asked, still out of breath.

"Um... French with madame Noel, room 158. Why?" he was out of breath too.

"Good. It's my class too. Let me do all the talking when we get there."

Jacob didn't say anything, but simply nodded his head.

I put my knife back in it's spot on my thigh, and straightened up. I fixed my hair and my shirt and thanked god i didn't wear anymore lipstick than I did.
Then, I looked at Jacob, who wasn't moving.
His hair was messed up, he had lipgloss on his mouth, and his clothes were out of place.

I sighed, and wiped his mouth with my thumb, then fixed his hair and clothes.

"alright, we're good to go." I nodded to myself, and was about to get out of the closet when Jacob grabbed my arm.

"Will this ever happen again?" he asked, his eyes pleading.
I grinned, though my heart was melting.

"You better hope not. I don't like closets very much," with that, I winked at him and stepped out of the closet.

He followed suit quickly, and I fixed my lipgloss on our way to class.

When we got there, I simply burst in and grinned at the teacher. Jacob came in shortly after and went to sit in his spot. The teacher was glaring at me. As usual.

"Madame Noel, right? Je suis la nouvelle" I said, in french. I wasn't the best at french, but I was ok.
Miss Noel nodded warily.

"Et pourquoi êtes vous et Jacob en retard?" And why are you and Jacob late? she asked and raised an eyebrow at me.
I grinned again.

"Eh bien, Madame, Jacob me montrait l'école un peu quand la cloche a sonné et on étais a l'autre bout de l'école" Well miss, Jacob was showing me around a bit when the bell rang and we were on the other side of the school.

The teacher nodded, seeming to believe my story.
I handed her the slip, and she turned to adress the class.

"Classe, nous avons une nouvelle étudiante avec nous, ils me semble. Parlez nous de vous," Class, we seem to have a new student with us. Tell us about you she said the last part to me, and I went on telling the class the same thing I had to all my other classes.

When I was done, she waved me to a seat right next to Jacob.Nice. Damn.

That's how the the last class went.

When the last bell rang, I zipped out of class before Jacob could catch me.
Once I had grabbed my bag and jacket, I practically ran outside to my car, only to find Paul, Quil, Jacob and two other guys I didn't know leaning on the Impala.
I groaned and trudged towards them.

"this has got to be bad for my reputation guys." I groaned at them as I tried to wriggle past them and to my car.

"hey hey, not so fast Executioner!" Paul grabbed my arm and I had a knife at his throat in no time.

"Do not. And I repeat, do not! Touch me." I hissed in his face. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"you wouldn't do it. You're not as tough as they say," he sneered right back in my face.

I grinned, and took the knife away from his throat.

"you know me too well." I chuckled, reaching into my coat. Paul just laughed and turned around to gloat to his friends.
With one quick look around, I verified that there were no witnesses, and when I was satisfied, I pulled my gun out and shot Paul in the shoulder.

"aaaaaaaaaahhh!" Paul yelled in pain. I put my gun away, and took out a bottle of Vodka from my Impala.
I leaned close to his ear and poured some on his wound as I whispered in his ear;

"never mess with the executioner. And be glad that wasn't my other gun. Next time though... I can't make any promises you'll survive."

Then, to the rest of the pack; "Let this be a shared lesson. Next time, lets see how much you guys like vampire venom."
With that said, I got in my car and drove back to my house/shack.

~~~

I strolled in, to find a note on the couch. It read

I heard the Executioner was in town. I stopped by, but surprise surprise no one was here. And with all those weapons, you should learn to lock your doors Heather. Yours truly~ John

John had been here? I wonder if he had brought his boys... I had always had an eye on Sam, but Dean was my best friend.

I met them on my first job... Well actually, it was their job, but it was how I started to learn. Since then, I had become the Executioner. Ironic, is it not?

I knew that Dean would have left his own note if he had stopped by. So, I went to my room and checked on my bed.

Just like I thought, there was a beer label with something scribbled on it.

Hey Heather. The Executioner now, eh? Sweet. Anyways, Sam's always whining about how you never visit and crap ;) Take care, alright O'Connell? Lock your doors and don't let boys in that rock heart of yours. It's Sam's spot! The best you'll ever have, Dean Winchester

And then I checked under my pillow. A chocolate heart. It was mine and Sam's tradition to leave a chocolate heart under the other's pillow when we left. I missed him a lot.
I guess I could say my heart ached for him.

Like a certain shape-shifter...

Shut the fuck up, conscience.