Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Troubled Waters, 28

It wasn't long before the Wolf broke away from Jacob's embrace, and walking towards the general direction of the Thames.  Unbeknownst to her, Jacob had kept a close eye on her and made sure none of his movements were too sudden as she simply no longer perceived him as a threat for the time being.  "Where are you going, Love?"  Jacob broke the silence but spoke gently as if any volume would break her like a crystal glass dropped from a rooftop.  Speaking of dropping from rooftops, Y/n turned around, facing Jacob, and crossed her arms in front of her chest forming an 'X' as she fell backwards off the ledge.  Jacob chuckled lightly, this was one of her preferred method of falling as she didn't have to face the ground before turning over as she was already perfectly angled towards a haystack below.  

Jacob followed suit after she hopped out since he didn't quite have 'Crushing Y/n in a Haystack' as part of his plan to recover her broken mentality.  Soon, they were both off walking to the River Thames.  Jacob was a few paces behind Y/n so she wouldn't feel obligated to run ahead more.  She was still nervous, and kept checking behind herself to make sure Jacob didn't do anything.

The last encounter with his sister really shattered any pride and determination to kill her 'target' since she had never before been wounded on a hunt.  Jacob kept his distance, a bemused expression upon his face as Y/n would look round and, in her e/c eyes, was a look of absolute terror as if he had a gun to her back and she was completely innocent. 

As Y/n walked up to the shore of the Thames, she took heed to the alarm bells going off in her head, telling her either to run or to kill him.  A twisted version of the 'Fight or Flight' into such a complexity that she partially desynchronized with the Wolf as multiple glitchy waves flew around her vision.  A warning of her being too close to her pursuer, Jacob.

Then she was off, bounding across the decks of boats and lost cargo floating amidst the naval traffic.  As she leapt across a gap between a coal shipment and a fisherman boat, the poor fisherman lost his balance and fell into the murky depths.  He resurfaced, only for a moment though since he was mowed under by another boat, never to be heard from again.

Finally, she made it across and landed easily onto solid ground, Jacob not far behind as he was caught up with a couple Blighters.  This is it.  She thought, taking her chance to run for it.  She darted under some carriages, hoping to hide away and lose Jacob since he was on the chase again.  Please don't find me please don't find me-  Her thoughts were interrupted by Jacob standing next to her hiding place of a carriage, saying "I can see you under there, Y/n..."  Right, he was using his special vision.  She rolled out from under the carriage, making eye contact with him as she stood.  His eyes...- they seemed to have a sort of glow to them.  But a second later, they were a normal, beautiful, hazel.

Y/n seemed stuck in a trance, unable to move away as he stepped closer.  Her legs felt like lead when she tried to move, only for Jacob to once again grasp her shoulder and guide her towards a pub.  He was going to buy her a drink to try to take the edge off, no tricks, just alcohol.

"Andrew!  Glad to see ya!  I'd like a whiskey for myself and a rum for this young lady."  Jacob spoke as he pushed Y/n into a chair, making her sit and stay before he actually sat at the bar with her.  Jacob passed the rum to Y/n, who stared at it lividly before picking it up and locking eyes with the bartender to make absolute sure nothing was in it except alcohol.  Andrew nodded, gesturing to her it was fine and to go ahead.  "Tell ya what, mate, it's all on the house for the both of ya."  Andrew said, flipping a coin before putting it away for another customer.  Y/n had a track record of being able to hold her alcohol, so when somebody put the two up to a drinking challenge they accepted.