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Post by jacob ephraim black on Aug 18, 2009 23:29:04 GMT -5
 WHEN THEY CLOSE THE FINAL CURTAIN[/font][/b][/size] y o u ' l l g e t a g l i m p s e o f t h e t r u t h.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] There was no surprise in Jacob Black's eyes when he noticed that his current housemates had vacated the house for the day. A grimace had already been plastered to his face, no doubt brought on by the dramatic entrance of precipitation that now pelted the Gorman-Black household. And seeing as he had come once again to an empty pad did not brighten his spirits in the least. To be frank, Jacob's spirits had been everything but hearty lately. The idea of temporarily residing and taking up residence with two ranking members of his new pack was so that he could matriculate into the culture: so that he could learn the ropes of how Kieran and the pack conducted themselves in the presence of humans. Of course, Kieran's methods were certainly a little more different than Jacob's own preferences.
Jake did not ideally like the idea of becoming a blip on the radar, since this new pack found no problem in being socially involved with the humans of Dublin Town. It was a totally different precedent than what the sixteen year old behemoth was used to, and change usually wasn't something that came easy for Jacob. Hell, look how long it took for him to accept that Bella wasn't going to revert from her new and improved appearance... But that had been old news, of course, with the arrival of Renesmee. Even under Sam back in La Push, the werewolves were highly particular in which humans they communicated with, and the rare few of whom they did converse with, were clued in on their little secret usually out of necessity. Jake doubted that Kieran thought of the humans as ignorant: especially when they saw a gang of five (sometimes six when Jacob was informed of outings) gargantuan sized boys strolling the streets of Dublin. It was all extremely unsettling to Jacob that left a rotting feeling somewhere in his gut. No good could come from this unnecessary mingling, but who was Jacob to judge? Kieran O'Malley had begrudgingly welcomed, though not accepted, him into the Irish pack, but Jacob suspected that he had not earned the pack's trust by now. For a couple of weeks now, he had simply been used somewhat as a carrier pidgeon: a link between the Cullens and the Irish pack, though usually not on friendly terms when he got down to business.
The sleeveless shirt that had been strewn over his shoulder slid off with little effort from a flick of Jacob's massive wrist. Jake laid the shirt ontop one of three swiveling barstools that the Gormans used as part of their kitchenette area. Though small, the Gorman home had a lot of charm and potential. One would never guess that the place had never been touched by the hands of a woman for Hugh and Ian liked to keep a tidy home. This had started out as a slight problem for Jacob, who detested cleaning in any form. However by now, it had become another necessary adjustment if Jacob were to successfully assimilate into the pack. He put objects away when he was finished manipulating them, hand-washed his own laundry and delicates, and even shared the responsibility in cleaning the dishes and preparing meals for the pack when dinner was at the Gorman home. A part of Jacob suspected that Hugh and Ian liked to utilize him more like a maid, but as long as Jacob had a roof over his head he had little room for complaining. This week he was learning how to prepare Irish corned beef and cabbage.
The Gormans had a television, but Jacob was hesitant to touch it. For one, it wasn't one of those nicer, newer TV's where you had a remote. You literally had to get up off of the loveseat or chair and turn the TV on and adjusted the channel all from a duo of dials on the console of the television. It even had an old-fashioned rabbit-ear antenna ontop for reception, how quaint. Problem number two, Hugh and Ian left the TV on one channel and one channel only, and Jacob received a pretty harsh verbal threat the last time he'd touched the dial. So lately when he found himself alone in the cottage, he entertained himself either by cleaning, several thousand games of solitaire, or reading, a past time he just now started to appreciate. Most of his evenings he spent with Renesmee, if he could help it or that Kieran had not announced a meeting that actually concerned him. He made the move to Ireland for Renesmee, he'd forced himself to accept this. But lately he was questioning the logistics that came with such a drastic move: Billy was no longer speaking with him, Rachel wouldn't stop calling his cell phone international, desperately trying to make her baby brother and father speak to one another again, he never heard from Embry or Quil anymore. Even after fifteen years, Jacob Black still questioned his sanity at the time when the decision had been made.
Robotically, Jacob meandered back the short hallway straight ahead into his closed bedroom door. Hugh and Ian had once used his room for storage, and it was obvious. Jacob's room was smaller than theirs, with one large window directly in the center of the room. It was terribly cramped and barely had much room for excessive movement. It didn't even have a breathtaking view that tourists expected to see when visiting Ireland! His curtains were closed, at least until he outstretched a hand and shoved them off to opposing sides with two clean motions, letting in a poking ray of sunshine, temporarily released from the angry gray rain clouds. He sighed heavily, tapping the bedroom door shut cleanly behind him. He reached for the book that he'd currently been reading: Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, by routine. Jake held the novel in his hand as he lowered himself onto the box spring mattress, and shoved his thumb where the bookmark had previously been to pick up where he'd left off.
If life had just been that easy.
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Post by kieran finn o'malley on Aug 21, 2009 10:08:08 GMT -5
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[/color]ieran pushed a hand through his hair, sighing slightly as he made his way through the trails back towards the wolves house. It was days like today that made him wander why he had a job. It was in no way benefiting him, after all, the pay was little and he barely needed it anyway thanks to his save dont spend way of life. He didn't tend to splash out on the 'finer things' in life, usually sticking to buying the basics and necessities. There were little perks to his job, being a mountain guide wasn't like a regular job like a sales assistant where you got discount for being an employee. Afterall, what was it that kieran would get discount on, hiking? the mountain air? Yeah, it wasn't quite the same. And then, finally there were the people. They were normally the sort of people who ate organic foods and thought dressing in hemp would do the planet good. And yet no matter how healthy and how fit they were, they could never measure up to Kieran's physical stamina. So he was always forced to slow down so the fickle humans could keep up, it was a strain on his limbs and his whole entire being which begged for him to shed all his clothes, shift into his lean and large wolf form and just run, wild and fast. But he didn't, because that was his job. He shook his head, tugging his backpack off his shoulder and letting it fall to the ground as he spotted the house as he got closer. After throwing his bag down, he too followed, letting himself flop out on the floor. His arms and legs stretched out, and he let out a long and strained groan. God, he ached all over in places he never thought he could. All because he'd been tensing to slow down to a normal pace for the hikers he'd taken out to the mountain top and back today. He lay on the floor, working out the tension in his body and letting his mind, which was normally quite cool and icy, calm down from the frustration and annoyance he felt in that very moment. He sighed again, in a bid to help himself relax. H[/size][/color]is hands made their way to the front of his shirt, and unzipping his waterproof jacket and then unbuttoning the light and thinnest fabric of his attire that day, he began to remove his shirt, feeling the freedom that came with such a simple action of taking off his shirt. Kieran was different from most of his pack, who seemed to be ok with wearing clothes. But then, he had always been different in that sense. Ever since he could remember, he had never liked clothes, and while they were necessary to wear so they could blend in with the normal people, Kieran couldn't help but feel irked by them. He itched all the time, uncomfortable with the fabric rubbing against his skin in every direction. It was like being in wolf form with someone stroking him against the fir, it wasn't an experience he particularly revelled in. It was the reason why a lot of the clothes he bought were light fabrics, the best substitute for being completely bare that he could find. So it was nice, to have his skin free and the irritation of fabric against it subside. Laying flat out on the ground he stared up at the sky, nochtantly staring at the grey clouds that passed over head. Like every day, today it looked as if it was going to rain, and he instantly felt greatful that he had finished his work for the day. The prospect of having to lead bickering hikers through the woods in the rain was enough to scare any mountain guide, especially one as hot tempered and grouchy as Kieran. He grumbled a little as he watched the wind pick up speed, and the light mist of rain begin to drizzle from the clouds above, landing on his skin leaving no affect whatesoever on him. While he couldn't feel the cold, he hated wet. With a passion. So caving in he pushed himself up from the ground, in one smooth and rather graceful manner. Unlike other burly wolves, he was blessed with long limbs, making rising and falling somewhat of an art. He shrugged off his shirt fully, drapping it over his shoulder as he leant down to collect his backpack, which he dragged behind him uncaringly. He became somewhat overwhelmed with a feeling of just wanting to get home, to get home and relax in the peace and quiet before the rest of the pack, and that ridicioulus excuse for a wolf Black, barged in on his solitude. Sometimes, he questioned why he even stuck with them, but someone had to keep them in line, and he did a good job of it. W[/size][/color]alking the final small distance back towards the house, the hair on the back of his neck bristled and stood to attention. He paused, catching the all too familiar scent of the aforementioned Black. He had that sort of scent that you never forgot, probably because he hung around with the bloodsuckers so much. He narrowed his eyes, instantly annoyed that jacob would dare be home before him. Didn't that boy know that Kieran liked his peace and quiet when he got home from work? That he liked to just chill out by himself? The audacity the boy had irked him completely, and his mood decreased even more as he quickened his pace in anger, reaching the house in no time, overcome with a heavy and dark feeling. It was a feeling he didn't particularly like, knowing he would be coming home possibly to someone who he favoured no more than dirt on his shoe. It was a feeling that made him see red in everything. His disdain for Jacob was more than anyone could expect. He pushed the door open with a loud bang to make his presence known, and throwing his bag and his shirt down he wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge and staring into it for a moment, before closing the door again and leaning against the kitchen surface. He cricked his neck in annoyance, turning it sideways the rolling his head around in a circle, before letting it droop back. Kieran stared at the ceiling, for not but a second, before he looked around again. as if the idea of sharing a house alone for a while with Jacob wasn't enough, the house itself was a pigs mess by his standards. Kieran had always been raised to be impecably clean, and while the house looked pristene by mosts expectations, Kieran could spot the smaller things that needed cleaning. Like perhaps a good dust. Narrowing his eyes he surveyed the rest of the house, walking from room to room, observing the place with an stern gaze. It would have to do. most of the rooms looked fine, but he knew for a fact there would be one room that would look like right state. With his normal everyday ferocity, Kieran made his way towards Jacobs room, seeing the door shut. That didn't disguise his scent, one that was partly wolf, but had the faintest lingering sweet sickly smell from that half breed cullen. Kieran pushed the door open, catching sight of Jacob, sitting on his bed...reading. Kieran scoffed, and looked around his small room. And that was ok, because Kieran was the alpha, and he could do things like that if he wanted to. if Jacob had a problem with him looking, then Kieran would solve the issue. Violently. After he was done looking around, he let his dark brown eyes rest on Jacob. "What're you doing here?" his voice was harsh, as usual. He adressed jacob with the question as if to say 'didn't you know i'd be home first? didn't you even think of going out until everyone else was here before you? what in the fuck were you thinking?' Kieran paused, and when jacob didn't immeadiatly answer, he snapped with a nasty barking tone. "Black? Don't ignore me." 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Post by jacob ephraim black on Aug 21, 2009 22:50:22 GMT -5
WHEN THEY CLOSE THE FINAL CURTAIN [/font][/b][/size] y o u ' l l g e t a g l i m p s e o f t h e t r u t h.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] "Well, Kieran, this is called reading," he said coolly, as he took his caramel brown eyes away from the black Times New Roman text on the page in front of him. Sensing a verbal beatdown on the horizon, Jake closed the book quietly, laid it on the end table adjacent to the bed, alll without breaking his gaze with Kieran. So maybe the smart-alick comment was a little over the top and stupid sounding to boot, but it wasn't like Kieran would care what in the hell he was doing back at the house already. Apparently, however, it was some kind of crime for a lower ranking pack member to return to the house before a higher ranking one, or maybe it was just the fact that Jacob was home. Period. Any time that Jacob was in his presence, it was like a rained-out parade to Kieran, and for what reasons Jacob was entirely unsure.
Jacob's mouth usually had a tendency of getting him into trouble, but he usually never left this bother him before. But then again, Sam Uley wasn't Kieran O'Malley; Kieran made Sam look like a baby bird when Jacob compared the two; Kieran was the owl, snatching up the field mice in his vicegrip, or in this case, the underling pack members. To an extent, however, Jacob felt that he had a little less control when he was under Kieran. Hell the man intimidated him, he'd be the first to admit, but Jake would never openly admit it, and he was extremely careful with his thoughts when he was phased. It was bad enough that Jake was treated like dirt that someone had vomitted in, and he refused to give Kieran the satisfaction of knowing that Jacob found him intimidating. It was always a different story with Sam, at least, considering that Jacob had always been the natural alpha in the Quilete wolf pack. And it was his alpha instinct that repetitively got him into trouble with Kieran; just the sheer level of competition and raw hatred of himself left others stinging for hours just from any encounters between himself and Kieran.
For a moment Jacob had had to ask himself how Kieran could have possibly known that he had been home, until the point became painfully obvious. For one, Renesmee's scent was all over the place because he'd walked her to school this morning, and he'd received a hug from her shortly before she accepted a ride back to Cullen manor with Connor Galloway. Usually between the hours of seven o'clock and four in the evening, Jacob had a rather large amount of time burn, often spent in contemplation, or else with Bella, when he could tear her away from Edward. He understood the whole soul mate thing quite perfectly, however his was at school for most of the day, and quality time with his best friend was becoming increasingly difficult to attain with the Galloways constantly hovering over them. Admitting that maybe Bella had grown bored with him was something that Jacob refused to believe, but it was hard to carry on a pleasant evening with your future mother-in-law, when the Galloways were eventually drug into the conversation much later. At least Nessie never questioned his motives for his dislike of the Galloways, because usually he was dead to the world except the one he resided in when he was with her. His relationship with Nessie was quite easy and comfortable, and it reminded him of home. Something that he'd been missing a lot of lately especially looking down the barrel of the loaded gun that was Kieran O'Malley.
He raised his back from the headboard and his legs swung around off the edge of the mattress, in preparation of an order to leave the house should Kieran issue it. The older man wasn't a pretty sight when he was pissed off, Jacob had learned this painfully early. Not only had he heard horror stories from Ian and Hugh, but he'd read them while in wolf form and one of them had happened to be phased. He'd seen Kieran's younger brother after a spat with Kieran and still gulped to think about it. Jake healed fast, yes, but a wound like that probably wouldn't heal for a good week or so. The battle wounds were an example of what happened when you crossed Kieran O'Malley, and thank you very much, but Jacob wanted all of his muscle tissue to remain in tact. He'd become a lot less careless the older that Nessie got and the more that she spent time with him. Call it childish, but the last thing he wanted was to look vulnerable in front of Renesmee, of all people. Jacob wouldn't be able to bear it: it was a pride thing.
"Renesmee caught a ride home with Connor Galloway," he finally admitted lowly, feeling a sneer coming on. "Is something up?" he asked, already knowing the answer to question. Jacob disliked Connor on so many levels. Renesmee was obviously the biggest factor in this and Connor obviously had issues with fine lines and boundaries. Nessie was his since the day that she was born, Jacob had witnessed it, reluctantly at the time, and would be damned in Connor would try to persuade her from him. Of course, Jacob wanted Nessie to be happy, her happiness was like the air that he breathed, his existence for continuing on; but to a certain extent, felt that he knew what was best for her, even if she or Bella didn't know it quite yet.
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Post by kieran finn o'malley on Aug 23, 2009 13:12:53 GMT -5
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[/color]ieran bristled as jacob spoke. "Well, Kieran, this is called reading," The mere sound of his voice was like nails on a chalk board to kieran, but the added fact that whatever Jacob said was nowhere in the region of being an intelligent answer annoyed him even more. "I'd come back at you with an equally smart ass remark jacob, but you know what? I'd rather just rip your head off." He delivered the threat so nochtantly that it was more affective than shouting it. He didn't blink at all, not once, making it obvious that ripping off heads was like a second nature to him. Which in truth, it was. Kieran was naturally a fighter, and talking things out just wasn't an option, not in his books. He leant his long body against the doorframe, crossing his similarly long arms in one graceful and dangerous movement. Even when he was letting his body relax, Kieran looked the epitome of danger. He had that sort of face, that was darkened by violence and spite, with hints of goodness so invisible there was probably no point in them even being there. He smirked, a gentle and purely evil smirk that suited his face fine as he spoke again. "I mean, you spend so much time with vampires, maybe we should see if you die like one..." He scanned Jacob's face, for any hint of fear. Kieran might not have liked the boy, but he covered his fear well enough if he was feeling any, and if Kieran was going to be honest, jacob needed to be scared. Given the chance, Kieran would take him out. Or at least hurt him to the point where standing wasn't an option. He scoffed a little, still smirking that evil nasty smirk. "Just a suggestion." K[/size][/color]ieran watched with dark eyes as Jacob swung his legs round to the edge of the matress. That was funny to Kieran. Jacob was getting ready to leave, obviously sensing that it was what kieran desired from the mut. But, now that Jacob was here he might as well stay, stay so Kieran could make his life hell for the sheer fun of it. Stay so Kieran could teach him a lesson or two about coming home before him and stinking the place out with that foul vampire scent. The closer Jacob got, granted swinging his legs over to the edge of the matress only brought him a little closer, the scent got further up kierans nose, agitating him to a fuller extent. He growled low in his throat, moving his head a little in irritance. He raised a hand simply, indicating for Jacob to stop moving. "Stay still. The more you move the more I smell it on you." It being the sweet sickly smell of vampire. He lowered his hand after a moment, but the tension in his body was so much more obvious now. He was physically have to control himself not to phase, grab jacob between his large wolf jaws and toss him around like a little ragdoll. His head pounded, and groaning he narrowed his eyes at Jacob, who seemed blissfully unaware at how much irritance he was causing the elder male. As the alpha, Kieran enforced rules, and Jacob could bet his life that Kieran would be making a new one about vampires and cleaning before you came back in the house. He couldn't deal with this everyday, it would send him wild, and before anyone could stop it he would phase for permenant and go on the biggest and most wild rampage ever known to wolf, man, vampire or other. He narrowed his eyes at Jacob, knowing just who he'd start with on this rampage. "R[/size][/color]enesmee caught a ride home with Connor Galloway."[/i] Kieran tensed a little, the hair once again standing up on the back of his neck. "Is something up?" Kieran for a moment looked at Jacob, and for the briefest of seconds he pitied the boy. Less a friendly pity, but more the sort of pity one has when they see a dead animal on the side of the road after being unfortunatly hit by a speeding car. It was that sort of pity. Jacob looked genunily annoyed, and hurt by the budding relationship between renesmee and the galloway boy. Not just today, but everyday that it happened. Kieran felt for the boy, imprinting wasn't an easy thing to deal with, no matter how old or how wise a wolf you were, imprinting was something to fear. Some wolves were lucky enough to never imprint, and they could spend their lives going on without the trouble. They could be in multiple relationships and they could be happy with more people than just the one person whom, after you imprinted on, you would dedicate your entire life too. But then, there were people like Jacob, who had to watch as the one they imprinted on went off with others, went around not realising just how strong imprinting was and how much it hurt aswell as being wonderful. There were people like that. And then, there were people like Kieran. He thought of Grace, and how much it had hurt to lose her, and now, he had to live a life greiving, unable to move on. Though to be honest, he didn't think he'd ever want to. He'd loved grace like he could never love another and his heart ached every time he thought of her. She was his one and only, the only one he ever wanted to be with, and she was gone. So he knew how it hurt Jacob, but in no means did he feel sorry for him. It was jacobs pain to deal with, and Kieran wasn't going to feel sorry for someone, because in the end that wouldn't make it all better. Besides, he felt too irked by the galloway boy to apply himself to feel fully sorry. "Nothings wrong..." he pasued for a moment, trying to ignore the smell lingering in the air. They actually let the Galloway take her home? Fuck..." he laughed a little in disbelief under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he uncrossed his arms, standing back up to his full hieght. "Cullens. They look so smart but they have no common sense whatsoever. I mean, why not just hand yourselves straight over the valturi or the volturi or whatever they are called and save everyone else the trouble of doing it for them?" He paused for a moment, the narrowed his eyes, giving jacob a 'this is your fault' sort of look before he spoke again. "Even better, it would save the pack the trouble of having to run around protecting their undead asses." he said 'the pack' in a certain way that underneath that told Jacob he wasn't included in the collectiveness. nor would he ever be, as far as Kieran was concerned, Jacob would remain forever an outcast in their pack. He was too different, too much of a wimp. Despite what he might think. H[/size][/color]e looked across at Jacob for a moment, eyeing him up before walking casually into his room. he lifted things up, opening drawers and lids, appearing to be somewhat inspecting the place. Jacobs room was less than satisfactory on the cleanliness front, and Kieran felt annoyed. He spoke flatly and scornfully as he inspected his back entirely to jacob. "You know, we might be wolves, but that doesn't mean we should be living like animals." It was a rare gift that a person could get across a scornful point and insult someone while having their back to them, but Kieran was a pro in making people feel bad, and despite not even looking at him, the insult was thrown like a sharp dagger at Jacob. With kieran, insults were no holds barred. After he'd had enough of inspecting Jacobs 'disgusting' room, he turned, giving the boy a dull look. He literally knew for a fact that he wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire, it was a shocking feeling of unloyalness that he had ever felt. Kieran was normally such a loyal person, but for Kieran...jacob just didn't rank worthy of loyalty. "So why are you here then? If the girl means so much to you surely you'd be off, keeping her away from connor." He cocked an eyebrow, then smirked another evil smirk. It was beginging to become a trademark for him. "I mean, that's what I'd be doing for the girl I loved. Perhaps maybe your feelings aren't as strong as you say they are..." It was the best thing Kieran could do to get Jacobs back up. Insulting his love for the vampire half breed. It never failed to amuse him. [/center][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TO BLAME FOR SOMETHING THATH E , [/size][/color] N E V E R DONE. PUT IN A PRISON CELL.[/size] [/center] 1449 / to jacob ephraim black. / lyrics from mr b.dylan. / the wolf household. / bella ella eh?! of caution 2.0's template [/font][/size] |
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Post by jacob ephraim black on Aug 23, 2009 20:12:55 GMT -5
WHEN THEY CLOSE THE FINAL CURTAIN [/font][/b][/size] y o u ' l l g e t a g l i m p s e o f t h e t r u t h.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] Unwillingly, Jacob felt a gulp of spit roll itself down his throat. He stopped moving, as instructed, just out of the simple fear that Kieran would hold to a promise. Kieran, usually, was a man of his word, and Jacob was smart to remember that. After a few silent moments of reflection, Jacob was even disgusted with himself. A year ago he wouldn't be cowering on his mattress like an animal with its tail tucked between his legs. He'd look death not once, thrice, but nearly four times in the face of bloodsuckers alike, and he still couldn't remember a time when he was as intimidated as he was now. Jake could picture his head popping off like the petal of a dandilion, and Kieran would be the maniacal laughter in the background, watching him writhe as though it were an olympic sport. His legs were stiff as boards now, frozen by Kieran's threat, his facial expression however gave no indication of the anxiety that he had been feeling.
Quietly, he lowered his head slightly his eyes still never leaving Kieran's deadly gaze, even as Kieran readjusted himself. "No, no, that's alright. I'm thankful to you for having not ripped my head off my shoulders by now, already..." he commented. He knew that flattery and swelling Kieran's head usually got him nowhere, but Jake suspected that Kieran liked to be treated somewhat like a god in his own den.
Why did I come live with them again? he asked himself this question several times a day. Every time when the toilet seat was down, Jacob caught the brunt of it. When the handtowel wasn't exactly center on the stove andle, it was Jacob's fault. The root of the pack's problems? Jacob's fault. For a fleeting moment he heard the other four voices screaming his name is distaste for whatever thing and another, it didn't matter what frivolous excuse it was; Jacob had become the loophole in getting out of trouble with Kieran, at his own expense. His question had answered it himself as Kieran's earlier comment reverborated inside of his skull; because he most likely wouldn't be able to stand the sickly sweet stench of vampires himself. Renesmee's scent wasn't quite as revolting, as she smelled more human to him than vampire. Most of the time she smelled something like honeysuckle, only a wee bit sweeter, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't stomach for the rest of his natural life. The pixie-bloodsucker, Alice, smelled the worst to him though, and she was the in-law that he actually liked the best. No, on second thought, for his own sanity he'd stay with the wolves for as long as his body could physically withstand.
The wolf spirit within him growled as he made a cutting remark about the Cullens. Had Bella and Renesmee not had been apart of the equation, Jacob would probably join in with the insults, but having a best friend and soul mate involved definitely changed things. His face made no shift whatsoever, except for a slight twitch of his nostrils to indicate that he was breathing... which Kieran would love if he'd stopped breathing all together, he was sure. "It's a respect thing," he began, lowering his eyes to stare at the dresser knob on his clothes dresser, just to find something to look at. "Carlisle's word is like a commandment, and Carlisle relies on Alice's predictions. I think one of them must have some kind of ability to plant false images in others' minds, or are just really good at bluffing. Even Edward believes them, and if Edward believes them, then Bella jumps on the bandwagon." Annoyed, Jacob reached up to his temples and smashed his knuckles into the side of head; just thinking about how stupid Bella could act sometimes gave him a migraine, more so that she'd even put Nessie up to trying to persuade him otherwise.
He calmly ignored the stabbing comment about his exclusion; this was nothing new to Jacob. Kieran liked to remind him several times a day that he didn't trust him and that he would never consider Jacob a member of his pack, but Jacob never said anything. He just sort of absorbed it like a sponge. If he wasn't in for a brutal beatdown, he would have left the pack the day that he'd gotten here, if he wasn't afraid that Kieran would make mince meat out of him for accepting the Alpha trait again. In all senses of the word, Kieran had Jacob trapped. Jacob couldn't wander off on his own, a one man pack, because then there would be nothing holding Kieran back from literally killing him. And Jacob couldn't run to the Cullens for protection because it would drive him insane. It occured to him on several occasions that the only way for Jacob to escape the mess would be to return to La Push under the protection of his packs, his friends. But then that still left Renesmee here in Ireland, nearly five thousand miles separating them, and served up on a dinner tray to the Galloways for their pleasure. And that wasn't a risk that Jake was willing to take.
"Because as much as I'm not, it makes her happy," he said exasperatingly, more so to himself. He doubted Kieran would want to hear his troubled views on the touchy subject, and suspected that Kieran was getting a kick out of watching his pain like this. And it did, every moment that he was away from Renesmee, it felt like a machete being driven into his spine until it would reach his heart. The adjustment to Renesmee actually having to attend school here in Ireland was difficult enough, but now that Connor Galloway was thrown into the picture, it made the pain all that much worse. "You don't know Renesmee Cullen. She has a mind of her own, she's like her 'grandfather'," he hissed, placing the emphasis on the word grandfather. "It wouldn't matter if he was holding a gun to her head, she'd find a way to find some small speck of good in him." Slowly, he felt his blood began to boil and his lip twitched, sending a ripple in his cheek that he was able to ignore. Oh yeah, if there was any doubt that Kieran was enjoying this, it just flew out the window. He liked to remind Jake that he'd picked the wrong person to imprint on, whenever he knew full well that imprinting wasn't something that either of them could control. In his mind, this made Kieran and Jacob alike in some ways, and this thought not only revolted him, but it gave him something to smirk about when Kieran wasn't hovering around him. "Don't you think I've tried? It's hard to subtle about it when she can either smell me miles away as it is, let alone she can hear my footsteps before I even move them? And when I do stay with her, to try to keep an eye on her, she thinks that I don't trust her. If you have any clever ideas, please, share them since you seem to have the answer to everything else."
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Post by kieran finn o'malley on Aug 23, 2009 21:36:55 GMT -5
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[/color]e couldn't help it. As soon as Jacob started talking about respect, Kieran lost it. Throwing his head back he laughed a loud, tyrannical and maniac sort of laughter. It was short and sharp, but so peircing that it seemed to linger in the room a long time after he had stopped. He turned sharply on jacob, looking at him incredulously with fierce eyes. "respect?" he cocked an eyebrow, and for a moment it looked as if he might have started to laugh in good humor. His face then turned stoney, angry and vicious as he fixed jacob with a death glare. "what do you know about respect? more so, what the hell would those bloodsucking scum know about respect? they are all to busy betraying each other to know the meaning of the word, and the very fact that you are backing them up makes me sick to the pit of my stomach." He growled, edging towards jacob as if he were going to hit, then, standing closer now he looked down at the boy from his great height. He didn't need to be a mind reader to know the truth, at that very moment the tension and the aura about the boy said it all. he was scared, something that made Kieran feel disgusted. If he was honest he'd expected something more from jacob. Something more along the lines of anger and frustration, but fear? Fear was for the weak, and the feeble. And Kieran, who prided himself on his impecable judge of character felt robbed, because Jacob wasn't weak or feeble at all. It was why he was such a good match to Kierans anger, he was a moving target, and one that would give a fight back. Alright, so maybe he wouldn't win again kieran, but Jacob put up some sort of a fight. In his eyes, thats what made a man. That fighting spirit that helped dictators to take over countries, and brigands to invade and capture. He felt sorely unamused by jacobs fear, and so he moved away from the boy, tearing his firey angered glare away from him as he moved back about the room. He scoffed a little, breaking the silence. "Vampires. They make no sense." He scowled a little, moving back to his original position in the doorway. He stood there once more, leaning against the doorframe as before, only now his face was darker, hinting with rage and violence that he was trying not to express too greatly. "Though the galloways seem like a pretty big threat. As long as they stay outta' my territory, we won't have many problems. I can only offer the cullens so much of the pack's time. If they are being too trusting of their enemy, then I feel no sympathy for them." Not that he would ever feel sympathy for anyone at all. It wasn't his style. W[/size][/color]hen jacob began to talk freely and admit his feelings about renesmee, Kieran couldn't help but feel amused by it. At least he was showing a little bit of passion about something, it was just a shame he lacked the backbone to help along his convictions. "You don't know Renesmee Cullen. She has a mind of her own, she's like her 'grandfather'," Kieran cocked an eyebrow at the hint of malice in Jacobs tone, and for a fleeting moment he could have passed for the alpha male he once claimed he ever was. Though, the moment was over as quickly as it had came, and before long he was back to the bumbling wreck of useless flesh. "It wouldn't matter if he was holding a gun to her head, she'd find a way to find some small speck of good in him." Kieran scoffed another scoff, something he seemed to do a lot when the cullens were the topic of conversation. "Trust me I don't think I want to get to know her either. Not by the way your putting her across." He stared at Jacob blankly, before bestowing a little kieran wisdom and advice, no matter how cruel a voice it was delievered in, on the situation. "The way I see it is, fundamentally, the cullens can't play the game. They are drowning in the deep end and none of them know, and their clinging to each other as if that's going to save them but it won't." He paused for a moment, thinking of how famiyl meant nothing, biological or not. At the end of the day, it would always be you on your own, and trust never expanded further than himself for Kieran. "The cullens have this idea that their family loving bond can save them? It's a falacy. A fucked up dream that makes them feel human." He pointed at jacob with a long elegant finger, marking his words with a single action as if he could burn it into the boys memory for him to cherish forever. "Feeling human isn't going to save them. If anything, that will be what kills them. Humans are stupid..." Just like vampires. He wanted to say it, but didn't. Some insults, he thought, were best left for his own mind, where they were safe from jurisdiction of others. I[/size][/color]t felt sort of unnatural to Kieran to hear Jacob talk so openly about his relationship of sorts with the cullen girl. But he listened, uninterested and amused by how it affect jacob. It truly emphasised just how weak he was. Kieran wandered, how had this boy ever run a pack? They must have been all over the place, meek as hell. He bet for a fact that none of them would ever be able to survive in a pack like Kieran's. It was a cut throat world, one that even jacob seemed incapable of intergrating into. Kieran looked around the room as jacob spoke, only interested in some of the finer points of the conversation. "Don't you think I've tried? It's hard to subtle about it when she can either smell me miles away as it is, let alone she can hear my footsteps before I even move them? And when I do stay with her, to try to keep an eye on her, she thinks that I don't trust her. If you have any clever ideas, please, share them since you seem to have the answer to everything else." Kieran's head snapped to jacobs direction, and for a moment, there was a silence, a deadly thick silence that had it been any quieter, you would have heard the earth spinning. Kieran saw red as he stared at Jacob, and growling a little low in his throat he moved further into the room, closer to Jacob, this time feel his fist clench so hard his skin on his knuckles turned almost as white as winter snow. There wasn't room enough for Jacob to blink or even draw a breath before Kieran had grabbed him hard around the throat, digging his fingers in so hard he felt close to drawing blood as he held the boy, shorter than him by just a few inches, pinned to the wall, the floor at least three inches away from his feet. Kieran growled, but kept his voice in a low and sadistic volume. He didn't need to shout, his point was getting across just fine without it. "Don't talk to me like I'm some newborn pup. I've seen things you couldn't even imagine, not in your worst nightmare. So before you go shooting that smart mouth of yours off, think about who your talking to." He gritted his teeth, so hard that had he been human his entire jaw would have caved in, and holding jacob against the wall for a moment longer he narrowed his eyes, before finally releasing him to drop to the floor. He rolled his eyes, then groaned, feeling his headache grow stronger. The smell was still unbearable, and ever over sensitive to the smell of vampire, he instantly regretted getting so close to Jacob. He began moving away, but not out of the room. There conversation wasn't over by any means, Kieran just had to assert his authority. he wouldn't be spoken to like some iggnorant puppy. He moved back to the doorway, staring at jacob from across the now bigger void between them. "Imprinting isn't something you should be taking so lightly jacob. As much as it sickens me, the cullen girl is your future and your soulmate. You need to stop being such a prick about it and just tell her the truth." He cocked an eyebrow, that was both patronising and demeaning all that the same time when combined with his finishing statement. "I mean, you were an alpha male after all weren't you?" Kieran would never believe that. Not after Jacobs pathetic displays in everything he did. An alpha male wouldn't back down, and alpha male would have seen kieran coming and stopped him before he pinned him to the wall. Jacob, was not an alpha male. That was obvious. [/center][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TO BLAME FOR SOMETHING THATH E , [/size][/color] N E V E R DONE. 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Post by jacob ephraim black on Aug 23, 2009 23:15:01 GMT -5
WHEN THEY CLOSE THE FINAL CURTAIN [/font][/b][/size] y o u ' l l g e t a g l i m p s e o f t h e t r u t h.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] So far, this had to be one of the longest conversations that Kieran and Jacob managed to exchange without Jake winding up on his ass. At the rate he was going, there wouldn't be much left for Renesmee after Kieran would finally be done with him, and that was a thought that he couldn't bear. Any envisionment in which Renesmee was hurt for something that either he did or something had happened as a result of something he failed to do was a fate worse than death for him. "I know more about it than you give me credit for," he remarked, matching his gaze with Kieran's again. He'd originally given up his Alpha right for the little baby girl that came catapulting into his life, because it meant that he could keep not only himself safe, but to keep her safe from being targetted if he could help it. "I know that even though I have done nothing to wrong you, I still do not have yours. It is my understanding that in order gain respect you need to earn it, and is obviously something that I haven't achieved. Maybe if you'd actually include me in pack matters, I'd be able to prove that I'm worthwhile and not a spineless worm." The comment was more intended as a method of persuasion that Jacob knew would only earn him some new form of punishment, most likely violent and physical. He figured while Kieran was having fun testing him, he thought it only fitting that he entertain himself as well, at the same time mentally preparing himself for a possible assault.
At last, a statement that Jacob begrudgingly had found himself able to agree on. As much as he loved Bella and Nessie, he had to admit that he was totally lost half the time. He understood their intentions to an extent, but found them extremely contradiction. Bella wanted Jacob here. With the Cullens. In Ireland. Some five thousand miles away from his comfortable bed in La Push, under a roof in which he was unwelcomed [clearly], subjected to physical abuse on a near daily basis, and to boot: the food wasn't even that good. By law of the Irish Wolves, Jacob could not occupy a home of his own because Kieran liked to keep the pack together, because together they were a near unstoppable force. And yet, Jake was kept at the house nearly pent up all the time and totally excluded from activities. How did the law apply to him anyway, if he was forever doomed to be an outcast in the pack? What use did Kieran foresee of him, other than his favorite punching bag or stress ball? So in the end, was Jacob's presence in Ireland even worth it in the end? Jacob grunted, acknowledging that he understood as Kieran professed, at the same point a lead ball pressing to inside lining of his stomach. As much as he wanted to protest, Jacob didn't, or rather did not have time to.
It all happened so fast that Jacob had totally forgotten that he was supposedly to be mentally prepared for an attack like this. His airpipe was being crushed under the awesome force of Kieran, who'd had him so pinned tight against the wall, Jacob had a quick flashing image of himself in a sink hole, like in Jumanji. He did not deny that he deserved it, seeing as his mouth was his biggest setback. Despite what Kieran might have thought of him, Jacob was capable of reeling comebacks that could easily get under his skin, and this violent reaction was a sure cause of it. The fact that he couldn't breathe didn't exactly scare him, although he knew that Kieran could kill him now if he truly wanted to, but, again, suspected Kieran foresaw some kind of use for him in the future. Instead, he held his breath and bit hard down on his tongue so that he began to taste his own blood in his mouth. Fitting, seeing as Kieran's fingers were digging so deep into his neck that he was expecting them to completely penetrate the muscle and tissue surrounding his neck. When Jacob was finally released, his feet caught the rest of his weight, cushioning it against the impact of the floor, at the same time his hand found the region of his throat where Kieran had seized him. He coughed once, and that was all, as he straightened himself to his full height, with a slight slouch. With his luck Kieran would find his slouch offensive too...
"I became an Alpha because Bella's mortal life was in danger from Nessie, and the Alpha at the time wasn't going to do anything to protect innocent human life." he answered Kieran's inquiry about his former authorities as an Alpha. "My intention was never to attract a pack by assuming my birthright; one came of his own free will, and the oldest because she was the first's older sister. I didn't ask for a following, that was never my intention," Darkly, he thought of the first few moments of the connection between Seth, Leah, and himself, reliving the annoyance, while it began to display on his face. "And I'm not taking it lightly; I came here for her, to make sure that nothing happens to her. Galloway isn't stupid enough to try anything, especially not if it risks the 'alliance'-" again with the unpleasant emphasis " that they have with the Cullens... and not with me as an obstruction." He spoke, expecting any minute now to hear a nasty scoff or chortle rumbling out of Kieran's chest.
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Post by kieran finn o'malley on Aug 24, 2009 12:31:38 GMT -5
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[/color]he audacity that Jacob had was shocking. Where did Jacob get off talking to Kieran like that? He cocked an eyebrow, giving Jacob a reproachful and at the same time quizical look. "I know more about it than you give me credit for," kieran bit back a scoff, and let the boy continue. This sounded good, amusing. And after the day he had had, and was still having, Kieran needed a real good laugh. "I know that even though I have done nothing to wrong you, I still do not have yours. It is my understanding that in order gain respect you need to earn it, and is obviously something that I haven't achieved. Maybe if you'd actually include me in pack matters, I'd be able to prove that I'm worthwhile and not a spineless worm." When Jacob was done, and back on his feet, Kieran acted as if he hadn't heard the conversation, while in fact, it remained heavy in his mind. If that was really how Jacob felt, it was news to him. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised by the boy. Did he want his respect? It seemed strange, that he'd want his respect when he, admitedly, treated the boy like shit. It was surprising, but Kieran tried not to dwell on it too much. Instead he focused on what Jacob was saying. And the undertone that went with it. It was the sort of tone that was meant to get at Kierans nerves. It seemed to the wolf, that Jacob was in some ways spoiling for a fight. And if that was how Jacob intended to earn his respect, then it wasn't going to get him far. More over, if jacob was spoiling for a fight, then it was working. "I fail to see how you know anything more than myself." he barked, stepping back into the room and circling Jacob for a moment before turning, kicking the nearest and heaviest object against the wall, it didn't register in his mind exactly what it was, all he knew was that it was loud, heavy and smashed against the wall into a million tiny peices in his anger over Jacob's smug audacity. He moved closer to jacob, grabbing the scruff of his neck and snarling somewhat in his face. He held him there for a moment, forcing him to look into his own great brown eyes, which were near enough black. His body bristled, and he felt the familiar pain of phasing starting to rise. But he beat it down, and stayed as a human, facing off to jacob as a man. He searched the boys face for fear, anger, anything that Kieran could recognise, and Jacob was forced to look into his own eyes, which were void of almost any shred of humanity. They were like staring into large black holes in space, where nothing survived and nothing could win. With one all mighty push, Kieran released Jacob's shirt from his iron vice like grasp, and upturning the corner of his mouth in disgust slightly, he gave him one of the most digusted looks he had ever graced his face with. Backing away, from Jacob, Kieran kept his anger in check, satisfied by the fear jacob had radiating from him. A[/size][/color]s he began walking away he kept his dark eyes locked on Jacob. He sized him up, and scoffed. "You know nothing Jacob. Not about me, and not about my respect. You live in this false little bubble with this perception of me, and you know what, thats fine." He scoffed, shaking his head at the stupidity of it all. For a moment, he was silent, and stood with his back to Jacob. It wasn't that he was hurt by the comment, by the assumption Jacob had of him, more so that he was ashamed of how heartless he had become. He paused, looking in the small mirror in Jacob's room, gazing at his dark and sinister face. The air in the room turned sour with bitterness, and for a moment Kieran thought of grace. How would she react to see him like this? To see him so cruel and so malicious? He didn't speak, but rather, let Jacob continue as he slouched. Kieran could see him in the mirrors reflection, but he was too lost staring at himself intently to pay much attention. Though, his senses stayed alert. If Jacob were to try anything while his back was turned, he could phase in seconds and have the boy on his back, with hopefully his throat between his mighty jaws. "I became an Alpha because Bella's mortal life was in danger from Nessie, and the Alpha at the time wasn't going to do anything to protect innocent human life. My intention was never to attract a pack by assuming my birthright; one came of his own free will, and the oldest because she was the first's older sister. I didn't ask for a following, that was never my intention," There was a pause as Jacob stood silent, remembering a past he had long since left behind. Kieran cast him a slight look, but nothing great, nothing that could be classed as recognition. "And I'm not taking it lightly; I came here for her, to make sure that nothing happens to her. Galloway isn't stupid enough to try anything, especially not if it risks the 'alliance' that they have with the Cullens... and not with me as an obstruction." Kieran shook his head. The boy was grade a stupid. There was no doubts about it. His face twisted into an expression of sarcastic disbelief and pure shock at just how stupid Jacob actually was. He scoffed, tearing himself away from his empty reflection and looked Jacob dead in the eye. "Y[/size][/color]ou really think they'll be stopped by you? I don't doubt your spirit for a second Jacob, but your intelligence in these matters, that's another story."[/color] He laughed, sadistically and mockingly towards Jacob, moving towards the doorway again. He paused for a moment, then furrowing his brows, he looked towards Jacob with a deep questioning look. "How long do you think you can live off iggnorant bravery Jacob? You go about, swanning around like the hard done by hero, and you expect what...? my help? the packs? some sort of twisted justice from a god who doesn't exsist and never will?" Kieran scoffed, his voice growing more and more vicious each time he spoke. Jacob had hit a raw nerve unknowingly. And now he would pay the price. "One day Jacob, you're going cause so much damage with the fucked up pride of yours. You're going to either get her killed or yourself, or perhaps both, I dont know." He snarled, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation with the boy who thought he was oh so brave putting himself in the way as an obstruction. Kieran looked at him, he wasn't worthy of imprinting, he focused less on his mate and more on his pride "You might think I'm some heartless violent son of a bitch, and you know your right. But at least I'm going to live, and the people I care about will live too. Because unlike you, I don't have the human flaw. Do you know what it is?" Kieran moved into the room in a shot, and had Jacob once again by the scruff of the neck, though this time, his face was that of a desperate angry mad man that looked capable of murder and foaming at the mouth. "You're too weak. You think the galloways are going to step back because of you? Because of an alliance? I wouldn't be surprised if they are hanging the nooses for all of you already. And you're here, telling me they won't make a move? Big mistake." Kieran snarled, a pure animalistic snarl and grabbed jacob harder, ripping his shirt a little in the process as he smashed him against the wall, holidng him there as he screamed in his face, pure and untamed in his rage. "This is why I can't respect you jacob. This is why I can't give you more responsibility. If I let you make a decision you are going to kill everything that I have left..." he paused...shaking in anger and hurt as he thought about jacob destroying whatever he had left in life. His pack and his brother was all he had left now...and if he gave jacob an inch he knew for a fact he would burn it down. Unintentionally or not, it was all the same. He growled low in front of Jacob's face, baring his teeth at him slightly. He sucked in short breaths, then, releasing Jacob from his grasp he moved away, his body painful with rage. "Trusting people will get you killed Black. You need to be wary of everyone. Because in the end," he paused again, seeing grace's face flash in his memory. He felt his heart stop, and his anger bubble into emptiness. "Everyone is out to hurt you."[/center][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TO BLAME FOR SOMETHING THATH E , [/size][/color] N E V E R DONE. 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Post by jacob ephraim black on Aug 24, 2009 13:44:20 GMT -5
WHEN THEY CLOSE THE FINAL CURTAIN [/font][/b][/size] y o u ' l l g e t a g l i m p s e o f t h e t r u t h.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center][/b] Within the next few moments that passed by, Jacob was feeling everything but brave at the moment. He knew he'd done it this time, the moment that Kieran first latched onto the scruff of his neck, pinching its nerves and making him experience an abnormally painful migraine. Even more so the second time when he'd been used as a little less than Kieran's ragdoll, having his back slammed hard against the nearest wall, Kieran so livid with anger that Jacob had foaming spit splattering onto his cheeks and forehead. His eyes began to roll toward the ground, his windpipe in serious danger now from all of the clawing around that Kieran had been doing. His heart was beating so wildly in his chest that Kieran's screaming was almost drowned out by the pumping of blood from his brain to his heart, one whipping the other to keep in check. Don't stop, Goddamnit, whatever you do, don't stop! His mind cried to his lungs and his heart, and for a moment Jacob squeezed his eyes tightly shut, willing his organs to perform their roles properly. Only when he was positive they were back in working rhythm did he reopen his eyes, staring into Kieran's near black eyes before his release.
Jacob did not touch his shirt, simply leaving it catch on his prominent hip bones, his shoulders rising almost to his ear lobes with each inhale and exhale. Even after Kieran's violent assault (which he failed to be prepared for again, as usual), Jacob felt nothing but pity for Kieran. Pity for what, exactly? Pity that he had no control over his anger, like Sam did? Sam ended up hurting his imprintee in the process, an obvious cross for Emily to bear for the remainder of her life. To his knowledge, Kieran had been alone most of his life, but the way that he spoke about imprinting and Jacob supposedly taking it lightly, the more he came to wonder if perhaps had an imprintee himself, at one point. And if so, where was she now? Did she leave him? Or had she passed on? It would certainly account for his cruel and heartless behavior; for a minute Jacob would have liked to believe that Kieran had not always been like this, but the last thing that the boy wanted to do was give Kieran an excuse to go for his neck voicebox next. His head drooped, now directing his eyes toward the floor, refusing to meet Kieran's gaze, scanning the ground for the object that Kieran had kicked. Nothing too important, he made note of. The end side table was missing half of its leg, but it wasn't something that Jacob couldn't repair.
He brought his eyes back to Kieran. Jake's voice had not been shakey because of the fright Kieran had given him, but that his voicebox was still straining to work in sync with his throat muscles. He straightened his posture, like a man should do in this situation. He recognized at this point that if he were ever to gain Kieran's trust and respect, it certainly would not be as an adolescent-spirited young man. Twenty-six years old and he still had a mindset that of his sixteen year old self, although technically his body did not physically age. But, still, one would have expected Jacob to do a little bit of growing up by now, considering. His teenage years had been spent doing everything that he possibly could to keep Bella away from Edward, everything he could to save her from an eternity of damnation, and in Edward's place, she could have him instead. He liked to use the excuse that he was robbed of a carefree adolescence and this was his reasoning for the foolish way that his mouth got away with him. This time, his face became expressionless, trying to feel as humbled as physically possible at the moment as his shoulders trembled, the muscles between his shoulder blades tickling violently. Wolfey wanted to come out to play, wanted nothing more than to phase and take off out of his bedroom window, if he had not known that Kieran would be on his tail in only a few seconds.
This is why Jake chose his words carefully, to prevent another attack from Kieran. Not out of fear for what Kieran would do to him as a human, but what he would do to him as a wolf, their forms obviously much more powerful than the latter. Jacob was able to acknowledge that he had his limitations, and Kieran steamrolled right over them, after decades of experience. Shape-shifters were like fine wine: they became better with age, and by this time Kieran was an Ace. "What do you think I should do then?" he asked earnestly, not looking to pick another fight with Kieran. He was only down to five lives at this point, and couldn't afford to lose anymore. He wanted to learn where he went wrong when he forced Kieran to snap at him the way he had a tendency of doing, whether it was because he was tactless in the words that he chose, or much too care free in his actions.What would you do, Kieran?"
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Post by kieran finn o'malley on Aug 24, 2009 15:46:22 GMT -5
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[/color]t felt strange, to be asked his opinion in the true form that Jacob was asking it. The pack were always asking Kieran what they should do, how they should act, where and when they should be somewhere. But never did they really need his opinion. They just wanted orders to know that someone was still in control, that Kieran hadn't lost whatever strength he possessed without fear or revulsion. His mouth didn't open immeadiatly with a witty and hurtful retort like normal, which in itself was a big thing for Kieran. He paused in the doorway, looking out into the hall with hopes that maybe sense would come to him before he started speaking, but it didn't and keeping his back to Jacob, more so that it meant he couldn't see his face, he sighed, answering in that unfamiliar flat voice once more. "Me?" he blinked a little, then dead faced he stared straight ahead, not seeing anything in the hallway or anything in front of him, but seeing memories instead. He remembered when they'd first moved in with each other, how her house had been right in the center of town, too close to civilisation for his liking. But, she'd helped him conquer his fear of socialising, and with her help, he'd fluttered into a social butterfly, ready to finally accept the world around him. He remembered their first christmas together, how she'd bought him a gift and he'd forgotten to get her something, and they'd argued over the turkey and how it should be cooked, and they'd tried to play in the snow but everytime kieran tried to help make a snowman or throw a snowball at her, it turned to water in his hot hands. And she'd laughed, and so did he, and all of a sudden it didn't matter anymore that he hadn't got her a gift and she'd gotten mad because of the dinner. Because they were together, and that was all that mattered. Kieran spoke again, but once more they were broken up words, and he found himself unable to form something that resembled decent conversation and advice. He felt vulnerable in his incoherent state, but memories that clouded his mind made it hard for him to focus on what Jacob was asking of him. "Well...I'd..." He paused for a moment, because with remembering good memories, he remembered the bad. The worst memory of all. He remembered how cold her body had felt when she died, how it had been the only cold thing he'd really ever felt in the world. He remembered that when she died, she'd been holding his hand, grasping it for dear life. Kieran had felt helpless, there was nothing he could offer her to help the pain and keep her alive. He'd failed to protect her from the one thing that eventually engulfs and captures all humans. Death. He felt breath leave him for a moment, and then, sucking in air greatfully he began to actually form a coherent sentence. T[/size][/color]urning he walked back into the room, slowly, but before he was all the way in he reached back, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door closed. He did it quietly, letting the sound echo throughout the house. He paused with his hand on the door handle, and gathering himself he straightened to full height. This moment would be rare, and fleeting, and he just hoped that jacob made the most of it, because this wouldnt happen again if he could ever help it. Turning away from the door he moved further into the room, before standing, still a large distance from jacob in the darker corner of his room. He felt guarded by the shadows in some way, they sufficed to hide his face in case he felt shamed by the severity of what he was about to say. After a brief moment of self contemplation he spoke, his voice heavy with wariness. This was like walking the plank for him, and it was the second worst pain he had ever felt. "I'm going to tell you something. Something I've never told anyone..." he sighed a little, then rubbed his temples hard, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "I had a girl once. And she was beautiful. She was...the only one, who could see the good in me. Hard to believe, but I wasnt always like this. I had feelings once, when she was around. And I used to be like you." He looked over at Jacob from the shadows, and he bristled thinking about how young he had once been. "I trusted people, I ignored my gut instincts because I tried to see the good in people. And it wasn't my personality that was like that. It was grace who was that sort of person. But I was so in love with her and so devoted to everything she stood for, that I became as trusting as she was. She..." changed me. He didn't say the last bit, out of pure shame. A lump rose in his throat, and snarling a little, Kieran beat it down mentally, not letting it get the best of him. his voice didn't waver, but in the shadows his body showed signs of trembling slightly. "I became weak. I saw through her eyes, not my own, and it was because of that, that i ignored every animal instinct in my body. I failed to see dangers that hurt her, and I loved her so much that I wanted her to have her freedom, like you do with the Cullen." He remembered one time when he'd let her go out on her own in the evening, and under strict rule from grace herself he had stayed away. When she came home crying and purseless after a mugging, he vowed never to let her leave the house alone ever again. "You asked me, what it is I would do...right?" He paused, then sighing lightly he looked at the floor, closing his eyes. "I[/size] would..." [/color]He paused a little, then scoffing lightly he pushed away from the wall, moving into the light and looking down at jacob for the first time without cruel eyes. Instead, they were just empty, void of every single emotion in the world, staring down at him blankly as if everything had been sucked from him leaving only a shell. "I would kill, to protect her." There was a moment silence, and almost painfully, kieran raised a hand, and for a moment it looked as if he were going to strike Jacob right across the face. But he didn't, instead, he slowly placed the hand on jacob's shoulder, grabbing it a little in...almost a brotherly or fatherly way. It was unusual, and it made Kieran feel a little sick. "You know, aswell as I do that in the end, Killing is the only way to save her. The galloways aren't going to back down, and I can reassure you of this, they will do everything and anything to break the cullens foundation. And as much as I would love to see you in pain.." he sighed, narrowing his eyes that were still vacant and dead a little. "I don't want to see you dead." When he was finished, there was a hush in the room, and taking his hand from Jacob's shoulder he grimaced, feeling as if his hand was burning from the touching. It took him a moment to realise, but looking down at Jacob he felt naked, vulnerable, and pushing the boy away he pointed a finger. It wasn't a violent push, just one to create distance between them. He narrowed his eyes, which began to fill back up with pure malice and hatred. "Don't think this changes anything though Jacob. If you tell anyone anything I have said just now, I swear to god you won't live to regret it. Because you won't live full stop. I said I don't want to see you dead, not that I wouldn't kill you myself if i had too." He observed Jacob with a careful eye, then, snarling a little through his teeth he moved away. On the exterior he was back to the normal cruel Kieran, but on the inside, he was dumbstruck at just how open he had been. He tried to convince himself that this changed nothing. He still didn't respect or trust Jacob. He didn't. [/center][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - TO BLAME FOR SOMETHING THATH E , [/size][/color] N E V E R DONE. PUT IN A PRISON CELL.[/size] [/center] 1402 / to jacob ephraim black. / lyrics from mr b.dylan. / the wolf household. / bella ella eh?! of caution 2.0's template [/font][/size] |
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