A Quileute and a Cullen.

EDWARD’S POV.

“I’m going out to hunt.” I said to my family as I practically flew downstairs, I didn’t need to yell for all of them to hear me. The burn in my throat was becoming a pain in the neck… for my next victim aswell. I blurred through the door and leapt for the cover of the tightly knit trees. I still burn for human blood, it tastes so much more sweeter and clean compared to mountain lions, but I’ll admit that golden eyes look much better than red eyes. When I started shooting from tree to tree, human stories, recounts, or theories rather, sprang into my mind. Blood suckers? They got that right. Sleeping upside down? Heck, we don’t even sleep. Exploding and burning when hit by sunrays? Nope, unless exploding into a freaking disco ball counts. Stakes, silver bullets? No, and no. Only one other, or more I guess, can kill another vampire, not to mention those filthy, terribly stinking mutts, the “Shapeshifters.” Sometimes, just the thought of the dogs made venom pool in my mouth. The mongrels haven’t done anything to me personally, but my ancestors, the hate towards the Shapeshifters, in this case, the pack across from us, “flowed” through our coagulated veins. We were born enemies, born to hate each other, and these feelings we will take to the grave. My mind forced itself to find the answer to what I felt, what I’ve felt towards the pack my whole life, or more appropriately, since I became immortal. The answer was right on the tip of my tongue, it was the saying of humans if I remember correctly… “Lover’s rage?” What?! Where the heck did that come from?! Crap. I was so caught up in thinking whilst tuning into nature, I didn’t see, let alone know, where I was going.

JACOB’S POV.

I sighed in annoyance and ducked out of my house. Dad was out fishing with Charlie again. The one day I choose to finally get out of this homey shit shack to buy some parts for my Rabbit, the one- no scratch that, hundredth time dad’s out fishing. I shuddered and growled. Control. Being a young “werewolf” was a lot tougher to control than I thought… No matter how weak your anger was, the inner beast would feed on it, become violent, dangerous even, its like becoming someone else… something else. I discard of my t-shirt and throw it over the back of the rocking chair on our tiny porch. My chino shorts were almost too small, so I didn’t bother taking those off. I enjoyed the 11am dewy grass on my too hot feet before forcing an image into my mind. The Cullen Coven. A group of reeking leeches, a violent ripple past through me and I let the inner animal claw its way from inside, out. New smells hit me at once, it’s funny how much you miss out on when you’re human. I sat on my hind legs. Silence… strange. My mind was quite, empty, that must mean no one else has changed into a wolf yet. Great! A yip escaped my muzzle. I lifted my front paws up while my hind legs dug into the chilly earth and sprang. My shorts ribboning in my wake. Before I knew it, I darted into the woods that semi-circled my house. It’s interesting what an emotion can do to someone, in this case, anger. Just a quick glance at even a photo of the Cullen’s would be enough to turn me. In what way? I snorted at the apparent answer. Especially that mind reader Edtard, his nose burning scent was all I needed to want to rip him limb by limb, and burn every square centimetre of him whilst my hatred fuelled the fire. I snarled as my imagination conjured pleasant images in my mind. I daydreamed scenarios of him and I meeting then me killing him. “Not so immortal now are you, Edtard?” I’d say. A spark of rebellion lit the pit of my stomach as I changed route, bounding as fast as my four legs could manage, to the invisible line my family had created to separate the good, and the bloodsuckers.

EDWARD’S POV.

I stood in shadow of the trees beside the graying cracked tarmac of the stretching highway, the scent of mutt not going unnoticed to my nose. I stop breathing. Why am I here? A faint heart beat is rapidly approaching, beating too quickly for a human… I heard a loud unmistakable mind mixing with a rancid stench, an animal snarl ripped through the breath of morning. A hiss escaped my stony lips and I automatically squatted into a defensive stance. Jacob Black.

JACOB’S POV.

The burning smell of a Cullen leech hit me like a ton of marble stones. My mind whirled with the previous images, I couldn’t help but snarl. I bounded towards the invisible divider intersecting across the cold gray highway, I leaped over a decrepit fallen log, my breaths swirling out in clouds of white. I slowed to a fast jog and burst out of the line of trees onto the highway. My built in vamp radar going wild, a light wind blew his scent to my wet nose, a hiss came from the shadow of trees on the other side of the transparent barricade. My teeth were visible as my muzzle pulled back letting a menacing, low growl rip from the back of my throat. "I know you're there Jacob." Purposfully, I tredded slowly, head bowed, eyes locked, on the living stone. Why are you here? I chanelled to him. "I was just about to ask the same, mutt." he growled. I huffed a heavy breath through my nostrils. This is how one of my day dreams went. Edward stepped over the barrier and I lunged. Detailed scenarios flowed through my mind, fingers, arms, screams, flying in every direction. "Not so smart are you now Edtard? You think you're so smart with your mind games and saggy old brain." then I'd light the fire, burning my cause of anger. I saw Edward visible tense and deepen his stance. "Edtard? Is that the best your primitive brain can come up with? Please stop that hurts my feelings." To illustrate his emotional pain, Edward mockingly raised his hand to his heart and frowned. More seriously, he added "Just calm down Jacob, theres no point in disturbing a hundred year old treaty rule because you hate me for no reason." Stop searching through my mind, have you never heard of privacy? Im not a kid, I know what to do, back off blood sucker, you can be such a hypocritical leech. I shot at him. Edtard's stance lessened and he shook the tension of his shoulders. "I can't help when your thoughts are practically screaming at me to tune into, mongrel. Until next time, kidwolf." And with that weak insult, he shot off back into the woods. Man I hate him. All of them.