The Process of Domestication

by orphan_account

Summary:

If you thought a human falling in love with a vampire was bad, you hadn't met Jacob Black.

A story in which Jacob imprints on Edward without the vampires knowledge, while Edward starts to warm up to the wolf after viewing a video compilation that shows the Jacob he'd been missing out on.

Chapter 1: 1

Though his mouth was open, Jacob seemingly wasn’t one to snore while he slept. He did, however, sleep identical to that of a dog, as it was only fitting. It made Edward bite back a laugh as he dropped his arms back to his knees, feet on the chair as he sat upon Jacob’s desk. The wolf lay on his side, arms stretched out before him and off the bed. You could almost compare it to the positioning of a cat, but there was the distinct difference in which Jacob didn’t seem to curl like one. Edward bit his lip. There wasn’t a clock in the room to indicate what time it was, more importantly there wasn’t any notion to keep track of how long Edward had been watching over him. What a shame he forgot his watch, vampires tended to have a weak sense of time.

 

He looked down at his feet, to the side where his door was shut, up to the cracked window Edward had crawled through however long ago, before settling his gaze upon Jacob yet again. It was so strange seeing his supposed mortal enemy, a nemesis since birth, sleep so serenely. It had him biting back another laughing breath. It was cute. He grabbed his hands together, squeezing as he laid his head upon them. He was being deranged, he knew it all too well. Despite knowing he should have left a long time ago, to have left before the risk of Jacob waking up, before risking the wolves awakening, Edward Cullen remained seated. He couldn’t help but admit that after getting a glimpse at what Jacob really was, at who he really was, he felt a sort of pull to the other man. A physical pull that inclined him to stay longer. 

 

Cullen left at the break of dawn.

 

✧

 

When Jacob awoke, it was like a full replenishment of his energy. Like he had just woken from the deepest of sleeps to the softest of skies. He smiled at the thought, indulged himself in the moment of a baby blue sky painted with the feathers of clouds, before he realized. Within a second the wolf abruptly sat up in his bed, fearing his acknowledgement that the worse had happened. His room stank of vampire. It stank of Cullen. 

 

With his body moving faster than his mind, Jacob quickly opened his window fully before lighting a match to burn the stick of incense he had in the far right corner of his desk. The relief of relieving the smell was short lived. As Jacob lifted his arm to push back his hair, he caught the scent again, this time on himself . The bloodsucker had made sure to cover up his tracks everywhere but the wolf and his room.

 

Jacob Black arrived at school late, with wet hair and a shortness of breath.

 

✧

 

“What’s this?” Edward asked, picking up a DVD left face down from Bella’s nightstand. “A new music video?” he questioned with a smile, testing the way it rolled off his 100 and what-year-old tongue, before turning the disk over to read the cover.

 

“Nothing!” Bella had yelped, snatching back the object before shoving it into one of her dresser drawers. Her timing couldn’t be more late, as Edward had already read the words scribbled in blue marker, a grand title of ‘Edward’s Absence’. “It.. it’s a gift from my um, my mom.” she looked up before moving a loose strand of hair behind her ear “Yeah, um, it's supposed to be a recollection of special moments from my childhood. For my birthday” she answered, running her tongue behind her top teeth. He let her lie subdue him, however remained intrigued.

 

“Have you watched it yet?” was the response he opted for.

 

“No, no but I was hoping to soon. On a night that I wasn’t so busy and my dad wasn’t home.” she half laughed, half sighed.

 

“We could watch it at my place-”

 

“NO! Sorry, I mean, it’s kind of personal so.. I don’t know…” she had interrupted.

 

“Okay Bella, I understand,” he said with a smile, grabbing her hand. “It probably is something really special”

 

“Yeah”

 

The matter had never left Edward’s mind

 

✧

 

He recalled the second drawer to the right being where Bella had haphazardly placed it. It wasn’t difficult for the likes of him to be discreet, but he made sure to be careful anyway. The possibility of Bella waking up to catch him red-handed wasn’t exactly ideal. He stood before the drawer, opening and closing it with a flash before making his escape. He mulled over the title of the disk, slowly running his thumb along the lettering. “Edward’s Absence” he whispered, turning the newly-stolen item over to wipe away any potential fingerprints with his shirt. It wasn’t a long run home. 

 

He inserted the disc into the dusty DVD player, clearly left unused. Keeping track of the times was the least you could do after living for over a century, but keeping up with them was the difficult part. Lowering the volume of the TV, Edward didn’t want to jinx the privacy of his “bedroom”. The video played to life, beginning with the familiar sound of Bella’s laugh and the loud noise of tools clinking. 

 

“Are you seriously recording me right now Bella?” a dark head of hair turned up, eyes matching his smile as the loose strands framed his face. He looked away, licking his lips, before resuming his work on the seemingly discarded dirt bike. “You done yet?”

 

The video ended with a cut of Bella’s giggle, transitioning to the grumbling of a bike's engine. The landscape of the area was unfamiliar. Of course it was. Bella was at the reservation. 

 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to record while you ride, Bells. It’s basically the equivalent of texting while driving.”  The voice only sounded a few feet away.

 

“Try me” Bella had whispered, the camera picking up her voice louder than it was in reality. The bike roared to life, as well as the scenery. It was too shaky to properly capture the land, but it was being recorded nonetheless. Suddenly there was a loud thump, and the camera fell.

 

“BELLA!” a voice could be heard from the background. Edward winced. A different clip proceeded to play.

 

Bella’s DVD had been named after the wrong person. The absence of Edward was correct, but the videos had nothing to do with him. It was all Jacob. A good 32 minutes of him. Jacob driving her truck, Jacob in front of the ocean, Jacob wrestling with his friends, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob… It was quite endearing in a way. Of course, Edward Cullen had never considered this before, however now he couldn’t ignore it. In fact, there was a specific clip in particular that had solidified the vampires interest in the werewolf.

 

Jacob was lying in the middle of a clearing, eyes closed and smiling. Bella had clearly stuck the camera in his face for this shot, but he remained relaxed. It was like this for a couple of seconds, before Bella’s “Are you gonna move yet or what?” was all it took for him to break. The wolf’s eyes crinkled, his teeth showed, and you could clearly hear his amusement before the scene ended onto the next. 

 

The clip was relatively short, but it was Edwards awakening to a boy he thought he had loathed. He found himself thinking, what a pretty smile, I’ve never seen it before. Could you really blame his curiosity to see him in person the next night? To find the similarities?

 

✧

 

Jacob imprinted on Edward in a heartbeat, and it was all thanks to Bella. He never would’ve even thought to come this close to him if not for her. It was like a full-body shockwave, and the wolf was met with the future image of Edward’s face cupped between his hands… amongst other visions. 

 

If he had one word to describe it, he wouldn’t be able to pick between terrible and horrifying. He had to catch himself from falling in the moment, hand covering his mouth, feeling nauseous. The kind of sickness that bundled up when all your nerves were on edge.

 

“Jake? Jake, what's wrong?” he felt Bella’s hand on his shoulder and the bloodsuckers gaze followed.

 

“I have to go” Jacob breathed. 

 

If only Cullen had paid more attention to the thoughts of the mangy dog before he bolted away. Or maybe it was Jacob’s panic that kept him in the dark. Whatever it may be, he was to remain none the wiser. For the sake of both of them.

Chapter 2

Jacob Black could admit to better days. Loads of them. Loads upon loads upon loads… so he kept to one simple wish during the evening.

 

Please don’t have Edward visit me tonight.

 

If he could wish for another thing, it would be for his wretched Imprint to disappear. To begin life anew. To love someone without it being taboo. To be destined to love anyone but Edward Cullen. To love anything other than the boy's soft, velvet lips. Lips that could kill. Lips that have killed. To not be destined towards the vampire’s golden eyes, the windows to a world never yet seen before. To not feel the urge to run his hands through the other’s effortlessly, beautifully feathered hair. To live a life free of his own selfish primal instincts of possession and jealousy. To love freely instead of conditionally.

 

But he didn’t have a choice.

 

He didn’t have any other choice but to live with it. He didn’t have any other choice and it killed him.

 

With his head in his hands, he stared at the unfinished homework laid upon the desk in front of him. He just couldn’t think . Couldn’t think of anything but Edward Cullen and his face and the way his gaze never faltered and the way he dressed and the way he carried himself and the way he had no idea it had been stressing him out so much and he just couldn’t understand why-

 

There was a knock at his door.

 

“Let’s go Jacob!”

 

It was time for him to patrol. Jacob had to snap out of it. He could not think of such trivial (lovely?) things around his packmates. Otherwise they’d find out.

 

“Coming!”

 

He met Paul outside, both already shifted as the sky turned to dusk. As the cherry on top, they had been assigned to patrol the border shared with none other than the Cullens. Just great, he thought, forgetting in his haze of desperation that positions rotated each week.

 

‘Something wrong Jake?’

 

He snorted, wishing he were anywhere else in the world right now. ‘Yeah, yeah dude I hate vampires’

 

Paul sighed in agreement, acknowledging the thought. ‘I guess sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do’

 

✧

 

“Edward, where are you going?” 

 

The boy turned around to see none other than his own sister, Alice, stood with her arms crossed and gaze expectant.

 

“Just for some fresh air is all.” Terrible excuse, vampires didn’t even need to breathe.

 

She quirked an eyebrow at that, ignoring his obvious mistake before stepping closer.

 

“I had a vision, Edward.” 

 

“Of what?” He gulped.

 

“Of you! On forbidden territory of all places!” She let her arms fall to rest on her hips, eyes squeezed shut only to once again open. Looking around and back to him, she sighed. “What are you planning? You know I can’t see werewolves.”

 

He brought up an arm to scratch at the non-existent itch on his neck. “I wasn’t planning on anything.” he said, casually, and technically telling the truth. He didn’t plan on seeing Jacob, he just hoped to run into him. On his territory. It’s not like we all even follow that condition now that we’ve learnt to cover up…

 

“Edward for the love of God you know I'm not that dense!” she was dragging her hands down her face now, fingers resting at her chin. “Just tell me you won’t do anything stupid, like dishonoring the treaty because you decided your own jealousy would be the one and only solution to your life” she voiced, mocking him at the end. 

 

“Trust me, Alice, I won’t” Edward laughed, taking a step out the door. He knew she didn’t believe him, it was written all over her thoughts. Her mind was clouded with worry for him of all people. But she watched him leave anyway, not making so much as an effort to dissuade her brother.

 

The sun was laying down to rest as he wandered through the woods. It was the noise of the fauna that kept him from going back. A robin constructing its nest here, a rabbit finding its burrow there… You could even hear the bats beginning to wake if you focused hard enough. 

 

He wasn’t really quite sure of where he wanted to find himself anyway. On one hand, he still clung to the intrigue of finding the wolf, possibly even alone. He couldn’t help his curiosity, he saw what wasn’t meant for him and now only craved for a glimpse of his own. However, on the other hand, he could be chasing after what was only a mask, a front put on by the other as a way to conceal his true nature. What if he was only acting the way he was in those moments as a way to take Edward away from Bella?

 

The birds chirped, the leaves rustled. What if?

 

His mind was already made up the second his foot stood out the door, it’s not like he was going to go back now.

 

He continued down his own path, normal, human pace. There just didn’t seem to be a need to rush.

 

Settling himself in a tree just beside the border he found to be high enough in the branches to appear as though he’d already left. It was only a matter of time.

 

✧

 

The two wolves were just about to head back before Jacob caught a faint whiff of blood and linen. Is somebody here?

 

‘Paul, can you smell that?’

 

The other wolf closed his eyes and raised his snout, breathing in.

 

‘Nope, you’re going crazy. Now let’s go back, I’m sooo hungry…’

 

‘Yeah yeah, you can go, I’m gonna stay here.’

 

‘What?’

 

Jacob turned to face the other wolf, beckoning him off.

 

‘It’s probably just some weird poacher, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.’

 

The grey wolf internally scoffed. ‘Whatever dude, just don’t stay out late enough to worry.’ With that the wolf was gone, leaving Jacob to track down the scent of a supposed mystery person… If he were able to pick up on it again. He reached out his nose in hopes of detecting the aforementioned scent. 

 

There. The smell seemed clear as day now. He began to stalk through the forest, slowly, steadily, carefully following its trace in hopes of not losing it, its aroma growing familiar with each passing second. His paw lost balance in the mud of a previous rain, and his coin missed the well.

 

Edward was here. Jacobs earlier panic settled in once again.

 

‘Can he see me? Of course he can. It’s too far for the rest of my pack to hear me, right? What is he doing here? Did he know I would be here? Where is he? What does he think he's doing? Who does he think he is?’ Looking up, there appeared to be a figure staring down at him from the trees. He fought the urge to duck his tail and cower.

 

“Hello Jacob,” it said, the wolf doing his best to convince himself the worst hadn’t occurred and Edward Cullen wasn’t here. “Don’t worry, it’s not my intention to hurt you.” He laughed, lightly. Cullen was down in a flash, and it left Jacob capable of only staring, joints locked in place. His mind buzzed, froze, and begun to run laps all at once in some sort of frenzy. It was almost as though he enjoyed practicing how to replicate a statue in his free time. Playing museum. Keeping a straight face, he averted his gaze to a nearby beetle. White stripes flowed straight down along its back, like a moving sunflower seed. Has Jacob ever seen a sunflower before? Would the weather in Forks be capable of keeping such a plant alive?

 

His focus was interrupted by a cold hand that stroked a line down his muzzle. Cullen had moved right next to him without the wolf noticing. If not for Edward's gaze of innocence, his fight or flight would've been immediately activated. The vampire’s hands returned to its pockets.

 

‘Can he read my mind as a wolf too?’

 

The latter chuckled, moving his focus ahead of him as well. Losing Edward’s attention had jabbed part of Jacob in the heart somewhere, but he wasn’t about to dwell on it. “They’re much harder to see when you’ve shifted into a canine, but the idea remains present.” He turned to look at Jacob yet again. “I have a question for you.”

 

‘What do you want?’

 

The bloodsucker smiled. “Would you sit with me? Just for a bit.”

 

‘No!’ his human mind yelled, but the wolf chose to lounge anyway, curious. Edwards' smile remained as he joined him, lying against the furry shoulder of the large hound. His presence was far too close for comfort to regular Jacob, but he was nothing but another dog right now. In attempt to keep his dignity, Jacob raised his chin up, hopefully regarding the matter of being more stoic rather than flustered. It didn’t matter anyway. Edward’s hand left its assigned pocket yet again to feel upon the russet coat of the wolf’s neck. Had Jacob not been caught off guard, he would’ve noticed its shaking. However faint it may be, Edward was left glad he was the one who could read minds instead.

 

His palm was recognizing the slightest hint of warmth off Jacob. He’d forgotten the feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he was anything but cold. The feeling was pure bliss. A memory of the life he no longer lived. He ruffled up the tawny fur, before smoothing it back out into place. The wolf was so warm.

 

It felt too right. Jacob had to leave.

 

Before the vampire could let out a sigh of content at the long lost familiarity, the werewolf had bolted off. Back home. Back to La Push. Edward's sigh came out heavy instead, as his hand balled into a fist.

 

It was only when he opened it again did he notice a few strands of brown fur still clung to his fingers.

Notes:

sorry this came out a day later than i expected!!!

Chapter 3

Summary:

Jacob bit back a smile. At least that’s what Edward hoped he saw, in place of the possibility of an illusion his mind had made up. His gaze never faltered, golden eyes continuing to burn into the others of brown, even when they shyly looked away. The tiles on the house rattled from the wind, clinking against one another. He parted his lips to speak again.

“Jacob Black, why is it that you hate me?”

Notes:

i totally scrapped the other 95% of this chapter it was so bad, some parts here are probably gonna be edited tmrw too btw soryyyyyyyyyyyy expect this to be swapped out by smth softer tmrw i js feel bad for not giving ygs anything so heres leftovers

A few things Edward has since noticed about Jacob from afar,

 

1. He liked to rub himself against the bark of trees once shifted.
2. He loved Bella Swan.
3. He, by absolutely no means, could afford to rip yet another pair of jeans.
4. He was constantly restless.
5. He had no intention of speaking to Edward Cullen ever again.

 

He has come to these conclusions by way of his own “studies” (in which he carefully spies on Jacob’s day to day life). Upon first night of many that Edward Cullen had found himself visiting Jacob instead of Bella, a fully secured window greeted him, shielding a visually uncomfortable form tossed out of its blankets. Upon closer inspection, you could see the individual drops of sweat coated around the body from head to toe, dampening both its hair and the bedsheets beneath it. Jacob stirred in his sleep. Edward was close enough to see his dream too.

 

He saw the sky, the earth, the winds and the mountains. The water was decorated with a variety of different shapes, sizes, and colors of pebbles and minerals. The sun was warm, but the breeze was cool. The world was balanced.

 

Looking down, he could see his two paws—Jacob’s two paws—sunken into the sand. The sound of the waves crashing, of the pine trees dancing, before that of a deadly fire burning. The sky had suddenly turned to ash, the water polluted, the wind ceased and the mountains crumbled to piles of dust. That can't be right! He spun around, taking in the sight of all the falling debris. Amidst the chaos stood another figure. One that radiated danger. He—Jacob—charged forward, steps filled with fear and uncertainty. The wolf ran, but he didn’t move. Not so much as an inch. The world did not pause and wait for him either. It continued its crumbling, the figure now lifting its arm to check the time. Teeth widened into a grin. Blood flowed from the exposed bone, a drop of the substance landing on the clock. The earth failed to keep him centered, the wolf falling deep between its rupture. Paws returned to hands, and he kept going further and further down. He tried to scream, to kick and fight. Anything to save himself.

 

Edward caught himself, nearly losing his balance on Black’s roof. The wolf was now awake, gasping for air. The window had been opened, as Jacob allowed the night breeze to wash over him. With a choked sigh and a hand to his hair, he allowed himself to relax.

 

“I know you’re there, Cullen.”

 

Without hesitation, the vampire had let himself in, as the werewolf’s heart churned in bitterness. They were both now sat on the twin-sized mattress from opposite sides. Edward wasn’t quite sure of what to say. He was still figuring it out. 

 

A simple “Why are you here?” and his mind was broken out of its trance, just to fall into another. Edward mind was now fully focused on the boy before him. 

 

Another interruption. “Edward, you’re staring” Jacob’s voice tinged with frustration. And for some odd reason, Edward found himself incapable of analyzing the wolf’s thoughts to himself.

 

A beat passed. Another.

 

It wasn’t until Jacob nearly threw himself off the bed that the other responded. “No I’m not,” his voice countered. “I’m simply observing.”

 

Jacob bit back a smile. At least that’s what Edward hoped he saw, in place of the possibility of an illusion his mind had made up. A trick of the light. His gaze never faltered, golden eyes continuing to burn into the others of brown, even when they shyly looked away. The tiles on the house rattled from the wind, clinking against one another. He parted his lips to speak again.

 

“Jacob Black, why is it that you hate me?”

 

Another smile appeared, and this time Edward knew it was real. Teeth broke free from chapped lips, tongue peeking through just to hide again. 

 

“There’s just something about you,” he retorted without the slightest hint of malice. “I can’t stand it.”

 

A hum. “What’s currently occupying your thoughts, Jacob?”

 

“See for yourself, Cullen.”

 

It was now Edwards turn to smile. “My apologies, but I can’t quite do that as of current,” breaking eye contact to fiddle with his thumbs. “I can, however, tell you what’s currently on my mind. So long as you do the same.” a pair of eyes looking back up again to find the others already expecting.

 

Silence.

 

“Would that be a yes or a no, Jacob?”

 

He darted his eyes to the side, biting his bottom lip. “Fine.”

 

Though he didn’t have to, Edward took a deep breath, smelling the earthy tenderness that was Jacob's presence. “I’ve grown curious, Black. I can’t help but wonder…” he trailed off, focusing on the floors of Jacob’s bedroom. Old, brown, dusty… made from a tree likely the same age as the vampire. Wind continued to invite itself in, flowing into the open space.

 

“Spit it out already.” Jacob failed to bite out, voice coming out far softer than intended.

 

Edward took in another unnecessary breath. Crushed leaves, bristling pine, rocky air and muddy earth… he let a smile slip through again, this time without holding back his own teeth. “You could say that I’ve taken notice of something rather intriguing,” there was a look of subtle adoration on Edward’s face, though he himself was none the wiser to pinpoint why, while the other concluded that he only appeared as such because of how dark the atmosphere was. “That is, about you, of course,” he nodded.

 

Jacob’s hands tightly curled into fists. Cullen had better not been lying about not being able to read his thoughts. “Is that it?” he scowled.

 

“No. You’ve yet to share, Jacob.” Did Edward seriously just lean closer? “You have garnered my attention, you pesky little thing…” he teased. Jacob flinched at the comment, completely caught off guard, before finally responding.

 

“I’m thinking about which way is best to kill a vampire by the name of Edward Cullen,” he turned his head to the other, squinting, heart racing. “Got any ideas?”

 

Edward held in his laugh. “No, no not quite.”

“Bummer.”

 

He laughed. “I can recall the coining of that term.”

 

Jacob snorted. “God, you’re so old…”

 

A hand fell on his shoulder, thumb gently caressing the skin before it. His cheeks flushed. His world tilted. Was the room spinning right now? It had the wolf immediately frozen stiff.

 

“You know Jacob, I’m curious-” the leech started.

 

“Get out.” a monster interrupted.

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“I said get out, Cullen.” the words strained from his teeth, knocking away the touch. Foot beginning to tap impatiently, Jacob glared at the wall before him.

 

“But why-”

 

“I said LEAVE.” he stood up, both hands gripping onto his head in frustration. “I don’t want to see you again. You are who and what I hate the most.” he spat out.

 

Edward was taken aback, before he regained his ability to read Jacobs mind. It was filled to the brim, pooling over with hatred. Hatred, regret, frustration… all centered at a person sharing the vampire's name.

 

“I beg your pardon, Jacob Black. It seems as though I’ve failed to realize who you are at your core.” Edward bit back, shifting his mood to match the others attitude. “It seems as though you really are nothing but another dirty mutt down at your core.” he laughed, previous resentment crawling back up his veins.

“Don’t make me ruin your life, Edward Cullen.” Jacob barked. “You forget where you’re standing. We don’t exactly take kindly to your filth dirtying our territory.” his breathing seemed to grow erratic. “I think it’s best that you leave, you disgusting hellspawn .” his eyes snapped back to Edwards, a low growl forming in his throat.

 

In actuality, Jacob Black was the one at stake. He was risking his life, his sanity, for the sake of maintaining the tribe’s morality. Edward couldn’t see this, of course. Jacob was too blinded to even see it himself.

 

A strong hand fisted the vampire's shirt, dragging them face to face. Edward could feel the faintest trace of heat again.

 

“Maybe I should tell Bella as well. Let her know about your blatant disrespect for our law.” his other fist gripped at the collar of Edward’s shirt, pulling even harder. The bloodsucker didn’t seem to budge at the hot breath of his attacker tickling his nose. “Or do you think a letter to Dr. Cullen would suffice? Let your whole family know. Send you back to where you came from.” He spat, shoving the other away, rough enough for Edward to nearly fall against—or more so through—the bedroom walls. 

 

“Careful with how much noise you make, Jacob. Wouldn’t want your pack to get the wrong idea.”

 

The wolf was furious, fully enraged by the others' need to keep pestering . Edward could sense his own patience waning as well. He couldn’t help but to laugh, to spit. What was he even thinking in the first place? Visiting a werewolf? He would rather die.

 

The wind continued to howl. Jacob fought the urge to join its call. The vampire opened his mouth.

 

“You are such a-”

 

“I’ll kill you Cullen. I’ll mangle your body piece by piece and I’ll throw your ashes into the sewer. Get. Out. ”

 

Now, that had to be an empty threat. He wouldn’t hurt Edward so long as Bella cared for him, right? A lump formed in his throat anyway. His gaze cowered and the intruder had obliged within a moment's notice.

 

However, Jacob knew he’d be back the next night, outside his closed window, with eyes burning holes into the others back. He’d be back tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that…

 

It didn’t do anything to stop him from collapsing to the floor in agony, the force of his hands gripping his sides so strong . He was on his knees, down on his luck, battered and bruised. Half of him didn’t know why he acted out, while the other knew it had to be the right course of action. Vampires and humans may not mix, but a vampire and a werewolf would cause its own destruction. Some things that weren’t meant to be had still left open space available to slip through its cracks, but this wasn’t one of those once in a lifetime situations. He was to be bound to the heavy shackles of agony either way. There simply wasn’t a single way out.

 

His solution? The boy would straight up ignore it. Jacob Black would neglect his Imprint. He would reject its constant pull and overlook its consequences. He would do nothing but turn a blind eye to the beginning of the vampire's own struggle from the same haul of emotion the werewolf himself lived with. Its drawbacks and its symptoms.

 

But Cullen would continue to visit Jacob at night, alternating between lounging on the roof and staring through the window. He was beyond angry, stomach churning at the thought of Jacob being anything else but another dog. A rude, malicious and aggressive dog. Capable of learning new tricks. Incapable of reason. But the vampire never left.

Notes:

i got super carried away in the buzzing of my own mind ughh whatevs you gotta make mistakes in order to learn from them. lmk what u think plz it doesnt feel intimate enough to me EW WHADDAFUCK this is actually worse than the story i wrote abt the girl i had a crush on in 2020

i made a tumblr btw https://www.tumblr.com/wateredowns come talk 2 me and like brainstorm too... im making ts up as i go