Ravished and Ravenous. (Bella x m werewolf reader)

Maybe the third time I nearly murdered someone...

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Observing from a short way away, I was leaning on a tree; staring into the sea as Jacob kept talking. 

"Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from — the Quileutes, I mean?" he began.

"Not really," she admitted.

"Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood — supposedly, the
ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark.  Another legend claims that we descended from wolves — and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against tribal law to kill them."

"Then there are the stories about the cold ones." His voice dropped a little lower. I felt myself grip the tree leaving deep marks in the wood.

"The cold ones?" she asked, intrigue filling her voice.

"Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land." He rolled his eyes.

"Your great-grandfather?" She asked, pushing him to keep talking.  "He was a tribal elder, like my father. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf—well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves."

"Werewolves have enemies?"

"Only one."

I stared at him earnestly, hoping to disguise my impatience as admiration.

"So you see," Jacob continued, "the cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during my great-grandfather's time was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did — they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn't expose them to the pale-faces."

He winked at her.

"If they weren't dangerous, then why... ?" she tried to understand, I could see her gears turning.

"There's always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they're civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist." He deliberately worked a thick edge of menace into his tone.

"What do you mean, 'civilized'?"

"They claimed that they didn't hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead." Yea dipshit, we do; but you've had your mind made up already. 

She  tried to keep her voice casual, but her heart was racing; and she threw a worried look over to me, not far away. "So how does it fit in with the Cullens? Are they like the cold ones your great-grandfather met?"

"No." He paused dramatically. "They are the same ones."

He must have thought the expression on her face was fear inspired by his story. He smiled, pleased, and continued.

"There are more of them now, a new female and a new male, but the rest are the same. In my
great-grandfather's time they already knew of the leader, Carlisle. He'd been here and gone before your people had even arrived." He was fighting a smile.

"And what are they?" she finally asked. "What are the cold ones?"

He smiled darkly.

"Blood drinkers," he replied in a chilling voice. "Your people call them vampires."

I stared out at the rough surf after he answered, not sure what my face was exposing.

"You have goose bumps," he laughed delightedly.

"You're a good storyteller," she complimented him, still staring into the waves. I got up to leave, making my way slowly down the beach.

"Pretty crazy stuff, though, isn't it? No wonder my dad doesn't want us to talk about it to anyone."



And then the sound of the beach rocks clattering against each other warned me and them that someone was approaching. Our heads snapped up at the same time to see Mike and Jessica about fifty yards away, walking toward all; my walk stopping 5 feet away from where I started.

"There you are, Bella, Y/n, " Mike called in relief, waving his arm over his head.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Jacob asked, alerted by the jealous edge in Mike's voice. I was surprised it was so obvious.

"No, definitely not, I have my eyes on someone else..." she whispered sending a wink my way; confusing me. 

"So when I get my license..." he began.

"You should come see me in Forks. We could hang out sometime." I could hear her lie; she'd gotten what she wanted but wasn't going to throw away a friend, considering Mike was a handful. 

Mike had reached us now, with Jessica still a few paces back. I could see his eyes appraising Jacob, and looking satisfied at his obvious youth.

"Where have you been?" he asked, though the answer was right in front of him.

"Jacob was just telling me some local stories," she volunteered. "It was really interesting."

I shook my head, making to move again, Jessica had made her way over to me. "Y/n, I know its not of my business but are you ok?" I nodded dismissively. 

"Well," Mike paused, carefully reassessing the situation as he watched everything. "We're packing up — it looks like it's going to rain soon."

We all looked up at the glowering sky. It certainly did look like rain.

"Okay." I jumped up. "I'm coming."

"It was nice to see you again," Jacob said, and I could tell he was taunting Mike just a bit. He then turned to me, his voice mocking.  "And I hope I never see your face again, half-bred." 

 I ignored him and the body that fell in beside me.

His grin stretched across his face as he turned and sauntered off. 


Bella pulled up my hood as we tramped across the rocks toward the parking lot. A few drops were beginning to fall, making black spots on the stones where they landed. When we got to the Passat, the others were already loading everything back in of the Suburban. I smiled to everyone, walking straight to the car, slipping in and closing the door. Breathing slowly, I waited in the car as Bella and Eric made their way over, Bella had hesitancy written all over her face.  As we drove back, I could almost hear her gears turning...

The drive back was pretty quiet, Eric was doing most of the talking. Once we dropped him off at the parking lot, I turned to Bella, who hadn't gotten out the car much to my surprise. Perhaps it was fear keeping her in place.

"Um...Bella?" I spoke softly, not wanting to startle her. However, I was pleasantly surprised when she turned to me calmly, her heart beat steady. Her piercing green eyes were watching me, not with hostility or fear, but rather intrigue and curiosity. "Are you, um, still ok with me taking you home?" 

"Yea of course, why wouldn't I be?" She looked puzzled but her tone was almost pressing. 

"I don't know, just after the fiasco on the beach, I thought that you'd rather not associate with me anymore." She shook her head and reassured me it was nothing, just asking that I wait a hot minute for her to say goodbye to her friend and do the whole thing. I saw Mike was the furtherest thing from happy with what she said, but seemed to accept it, and the rest were normal as can be. Lauren still seemed hostile, but I digress; it was normal. 

Once she was back in the car, we started off down the main road, chilled music playing in the background. I kept thinking back to what she said and did on the beach, until I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Hey Bella?" 

"Hm?" Humming slightly she looked over to me. 

"One the beach, what happened and everything...did you um...did you really mean what you said?" I asked, debating whether I really wanted the answer. As I pulled up to her house, she got out and came around to my side of the car, signaling for me to roll the window down. I obliged, as she leaned in on the window; her face dangerously close to mine. Her scent was captivating, her hair smelt of strawberries and her perfume was of a soft rose and lavender smell. "Yes, I did. And, I would do it all again if I had to. You've been loyal, trustworthy and kind to me since I arrived here in Forks. Yes, I'll admit, there are days where I want to punch you in your face, but you always make it up to me. Drive safely Y/n..."

She hesitated before quickly pulling back and disappearing inside, flashing me a quick smile and a wave before she was gone.

"Ah shit, she still has my hoody." Chuckling, I decided I would collect it at a later date. I drove home, as requested, carefully and in very, very good spirits.