Wild One (A Jason McCann Love Story)

Chapter Two: For the First Time

2 Years Later

I rustled around in the jail bed, kicking the sheets to the floor with my feet. My hands were twitching. And I knew exactly why. Its been two years since they caught me. My stupid sixteen year old self that was dumb enought to get caught. After all, They only kill of mine that they found out a bit was Rebecca. The beautiful brunette. What can I say? She was delicious. I licked my lips at the memory of her corpse as the security guard-officer-guy came up to my cell. He sighed and unlocked the door with a sparkling key. I wiped the stray beads of sweat from my forehead and stumbled up from the bed, grabbing the bars. I smirked toward the man. I was getting restless and beyond eager.

"Alright. Finally getting out of this hellhole!" I screamed, turning around so the guard could cuff my hands together. I hated the way the chains rubbed up against the scars on my wrists. After all, I do know why they cuffed me. I once pulled a fast one on a female guard who was ticking me off. It was a clean blow. But, it was enough for them to punish me. All I did was laugh after that. And they thought I was insane.

"Ya. Ya." The guard exclaimed, snorting and pushing my up ahead of him. We hurried past all the men. Some were even chained to the walls of their cells. I was one of them for a while after killing the guard. But today I was free. Free to kill and kill again and again and never get caught. I guess that's one of the benefits of being a werewolf. It's all instinct and you always know how to cover up your tracks. They never knew how much I killed.

They had arrested me for trespassing and stealing on multiple accounts for when I was sixteen. Not to even mention the marijuana, the excessive drinking, the partying, the prostitutes, and even more prostitutes. They had know idea I was sixteen because they were too drunk to question what day it was.

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I looked into the mirror of a plain room and I smirked at my reflection. What I saw... was a monster in disguise. It comes along, looking cute and innocent. I looked like the idea model-status boyfriend. By by the end of the night, I've ripped you to pieces, leaving your mangled body on the floor.

A pile of every day clothes was just laying there for me to take. The first thing i would wear in four years that wasn't supplied by the government. I smiled and unzipped the orange jumpsuit, throwing it the ground and stomping on it on my way over to the pile of clothes. I snatched the red tee shirt into my hands, throwing it over my bare chest and stretching it down my stomach. Perfect. Frame those abs. I bit my lip and I zipped the pant zipper upward, stepping into my black and white Vans. I ran a hand through my hair, smirking at what I saw in my reflection.

I clicked the doorknob open of the room, stepping out of it. That's right. I had nothing to hold me back. No chains. No cuffs. I could move about as I pleased. It was a very liberating feeling. I quickly stepped to the door of the prison, pushing it out of my way. I was really free. Finally free. I could smell the fresh air, followed by the scent of blood.

I tuned my ears in, capturing every word. A slash and slice followed by a moan of pain. Some women had just cut her finger with a kitchen knife. I shrugged my shoulders, walking out into the open street. People were everywhere. I was among the people. I turned around, catching glances of pretty faces almost everywhere my eyes wondered. Maybe they'd be another victim. But I knew. I was too selfish to go with the older ones. I liked them young and naive. Preferably virgins so I could show them a good time before they died and we buried where no one could find the evidence.

My ears chimed, echoing in my head. Someone was talking on the phone and it sounded close. Really close. My noise wrinkled at the smell of cherry and vanilla. Funny how that was my favorite. It was a female. Her voice was strident. I tuned in again, catching some of the conversation.

"Ya, dad. I'm on my way... Ok.... Love you. Bye." And then a simple click from the phone. I searched for the voice. The scent. I wanted it. She sounded sweet. Innocent. Easy.

My eyes gazed around and finally stopped near the mini-mart across from the jail. A girl. A beautiful one. Delicious and easy, was waiting for the bus. Her brownish-red curls were shaking in the slight breeze as I breathed in her scent. I wanted this one. Strongly. There were no limits to the lust that lingered in me

I wanted her. Desperately... and I didn't even know why. I felt like I needed her. Which, I knew that was crap. I didn't need anyone. I was Jason McCann. A killer. A player. I didn't need anyone tying me down and bossing me around.

But my feet took me over as I ran to her. My eyes were locked as she lifted her head toward me. Her eyes were a stormy blue. Just my type. It almost looked like water colors to me. They looked almost... intreging. They drew me in with every other breath I took.

I stopped in front of her face, puffy warm air into the atmosphere. The girl bit her lip, her pale cheeks taking on a newly found red flush. She was acting shy. I could help her with that one.

"Hey babe. You alone?" I asked, being straight forward. But who really cared? It had been four years since I had had the slightest interaction with a young women. And she was taking her own sweet time to answer.

I leaned against the bus-sign pole, crossing my arms over my chest. Ya. She was checking me out. Then she nearly laughed, ripping her eyes away from my muscles. Now she was ignoring me.

"Ya... You are." I nodded. She looked back, rolled her eyes and began to walk away from me. I wasn't going to let her escape that easily from me. I ran for her, grabbing her arm. Her skin was warm and inviting.

"Where are you going?" I smirked as she tore her arm away from my grasp. I smiled, still saying nothing like she knew that her silence bothered me.

"I always get what I want, babe." I faked my smile, running my finger along the sleve of her jacket. She pursed her full lips as if she was finally forming words onto them.

"What's your name?" She asked, releasing her voice into the air. It almost sounded like a bell. A chime. I stumbled on to my words. It had been a long time since I heard a voice so enduring. It was almost intoxicating.

"Jason." I answered, locking my gaze into her eyes. She couldn't resist me. But, she had me questioning that.

"Well Jason..." She raked a hand through her hair, searching for something to say. She let out a little sigh and set her hand on my shoulder.

"You are never, ever going to get this." She grinned, pointing to herself, letting me go and turning away. I frowned at her as my brow formed a line. I struggled to ask for her name. My mouth hung open.

"H-hey, I never caught your name!' I called as she wondered from the sidewalk of the mini-mart. She raised her hand in the air and chuckled.

"Well, I guess you'll never know!" I could see her smiling, grinning at the pain to my ego she caused. My ego wasn't bruised. It was shot up with a machine gun. That one hurt. I brushed it off my shoulder, and reassured myself. I could just get the next one. There would be another. I knew it.

I stood there for a moment, my hand stretched out toward her. As if I didn't want her to leave. For the first time... I thought that maybe she might be something else. Not just another one night stand.

My mate?

No.

Have I imprinted?

No.

That kind of crap only happends in those shitty-ass Twilight books.