Wolf vs Vampire (Jake)

[aileen liadan galloway]

Aileen had been inside most of the day, as it had been sunny outside. Thankfully, the sun had set and that meant Aileen could go out in hunt. She hated being stuck inside when her need for blood was at its highest. Aileen didn’t really have a preference on who she killed as long as she got her fix. Seriously, the only way she could compare needing the blood is if you were a druggie and you need a fix. Or well, there was the whole food comparison as well, but the first one was good enough for Aileen. Aileen had been warned not to kill in public, and of course she wasn’t an idiot she knew better than to do that. She didn’t feel like having the Volturi coming after her. No vampire did. Plus since she and the rest of her ‘family’ were working closely with the Volturi she had to be extra careful.

She didn’t care for Jane at all, though she was sure the rest of her family despised her as well. She seemed very fond of the power she had and used it for her amusement. Sadly, Aileen couldn’t rip her head off because the Volturi would rip hers off before she could even get to dear little Jane. It seemed like the Volturi and the Cullen’s had quite the history. Aileen had not been around the last time the Cullen’s had made a visit to here, in fact she was not even alive the last time they were here. Though she had heard the stories, and now she despised them. Especially dear Renesmee. She despised that girl, especially since Connor seemed so fair towards her. It was pretty obvious that Aileen liked Connor and what he saw in that little mutt was beyond her. Just thinking about the girl made her mad. Then again, it didn’t take a lot to piss of Aileen, she got angered rather easily. Especially after being changed, her personality was just that much stronger. She wished that she could rip off Renesmee’s head, that would end Connor’s fascination with her.

After getting ready to go find a ‘meal’, Aileen made her way outside. Unlike the Cullen’s she held no remorse for who she killed. It was live, or become weak. She did not care for the latter, plus the smell of human blood was far too tempting. She couldn’t understand how the Cullen’s could hold back from this, she saw them as the traitors to their kind. Even someone as young and new to this whole thing such as she saw them as pathetic. She had been in the mall for a little while before she decided to go outside. Out there she found a rather handsome man making his way down the street by himself, Aileen felt a smile come to her lips before she made her way over to him. Being the forward person that she was, she had no problem going up to him. He asked if she’d like to get a drink with him. Aileen just laughed before running her hand up his chest slowly, saying that she had better ideas. It wasn’t long until she had him in an alleyway, as cliché as it may sound. After kissing him for a few minutes she felt his hand moving up her thigh and she grinned before she roughly pushed him away from her with a growl. She noticed him nursing his shoulder and looking at her as if she were crazy, and maybe she was. Grinning she stalked her way over towards him before grabbing him by his shirt and pushing him against the wall before digging her teeth into his neck. She ignored his struggles and drank feverishly from him. Before long she was finished with him and wiped off her mouth, looking down at the corpse she just smiled before causally making her way out of the alleyway. She was glad no one had been around at the time. Thinking if she should go back to the house or find another person she walked along the seemingly empty streets, arms crossed over her chest as she looked around.

[jacob ephraim black]

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[/color][/size][/font]t was the tiny, miniscule happenstances, lately, that made Jacob want to vomit. Yesterday, the day's events seemed promising and filled Jacob with a rush of euphoria, having being able to spend the entire day with Renesmee as today would've marked a day in history: the first day in Renesmee's half-normal life as a teenager where she would cut her first day of school. Although Jake tried several methods with her to make sure she knew she was making the right decision for herself, the entire conversation was spent by Jacob inwardly shouting the word HOOKEY!HOOKEY!HOOKEY! repeatedly in his head all over again. An entire day with Renesmee, however, he knew would have been too good to be true. And when Nessie phoned him later, at Jacob's own personal expense (his cell phone had nearly woken Kieran up only a floor above him), informing him of her plans having lunch with Connor Galloway, Jacob had to fight down the wave of nausea that seemed to overcome him in less than ten seconds.

Jacob didn't like to think of himself as a possessive soul, but it was came to Renesmee then it became a totally different story. It was impossible for a shifter to not be possessive over their imprint, if they were lucky enough to have done so. Everything about Connor Galloway, though he had never formally met him and nor did he have any desire to, made Jacob's neck hairs stand up on end; made his stomach churn and boil, because his thoughts kept hovering instead to the conversation that had been exchanged between himself and Kieran. Keep her close, Black. Don't let her out of your sight, kept echoing in his head, and his own mind, Jacob was a failure. It was no wonder that Kieran hadn't taken him into confidence with the pack, because Jacob was a failure at even his own life. He couldn't handle the politics when it came to leading the pack as Alpha, and it was apparent that he couldn't even pilot his own life, if Connor Galloway was someone that Renesmee preferred to his own company. Had Jacob not assured her that he would always be there for her? Her own personal army, ready to take a bullet for her at a moment's notice if it came to that. Now, if Jacob would have been smart from the start, Renesmee would have never seen heard of Connor Galloway, but Bella's stupidity had gotten in the way of that. It's okay, Jake. You can trust the Galloways, they're old friends of Carlisle's; Connor's only trying to help, even now Bella's words were acidic, and made Jacob question the judgment of his best friend. How could Bella had been so eager to trust a family like the Galloways? For Christ's sake Edward was a mind reader, how could he not know of the malicious thoughts that swarmed their minds? And the more that Jake tried to make Bella see the urgency of the situation, the more the Cullens distrusted him, so Jake had become extremely careful with the conversation he brought to the table.

The mall, in his eyes, were a total failure, much like himself. Leave it Ireland to carry a crappy selection when it came to gifts. Although he barely had enough money to himself, he oft liked to buy Nessie little reminders of his affections for her. Even if it meant a week of feeding on grouse, it was a gesture that Jacob was willing to keep up with if it meant that Nessie would never be able to forget that he was hers, and always would be. Most of the time his gifts were homemade, over the years Jake had become quite the woodscraftsmen, because he knew that handmade gifts were the kind that Renesmee loved best. He'd made her several trinkets for her charm bracelets and necklaces over the past decade, so his presence in her life was quite obvious. But every once in a while, he liked to actually buy her something, sometimes feeling cheap whenever he simply made her things. But was it because he felt cheap, or because Connor could buy her whatever she liked? In between the violent rivalry he felt with the Galloway, he knew deep down that there was ugly green monster of jealousy who made its home under his skin.

He still didn't feel any better, though. It was more than likely the fact that Renesmee preferred to spare her precious morning time, slowly waking up, with Connor. But then again, Nessie, was slow to wake up, so the fact that he'd have her, wide awake, which meant more activities could go on that she would be willing to participate in. Bahh, who was he kidding. Connor would likely take her out to grab some breakfast and lunch, and the most that Jacob would be able to do for them later would be mountain pies. Renesmee was a simple girl, as so was Bella. The most simple things pleased the both of them, but what girl didn't love to be showered with breakfast, lunch, and a possible gift of the outing later in the evening? Just because she was only half human, it didn't mean that Nessie couldn't be wooed like one, and Jacob didn't like this prospect at all.

His hands were digging so deeply in his pockets, that one of his fingers had poked through the thin layer of fabric. Either meaning that he was really that agitated, or that he simply needed to cut his fingernails. His navy long-sleeved polo clung tightly to his skin, slightly damp from the moisture that hung in the chilled, Dublin air. You'd think growing up La Push all of his life, Jake would have been used to the humidity and constant cloud cover, but for some reason it depressed him to no end when he was away from home. Ireland was everything that National Geographic had always told him, but Jacob hated it, quite frankly. He hated the way there was an alley way every four feet... Hell it gave him the feeling that someone was going to jump out at him at an--

Okay, to finish the next sentence would have been far too coincidental. Out from one of the alleyways, had popped a blonde woman, though Jacob (who had more than his fill of experience) knew instantly that this wasn't any normal woman. She was painful to look at because she was so beautiful, and her eyes were unnaturally red. Blood red. Newly filled with blood. Human blood. A growl rumbled in Jacob's chest, as he felt the hairs on his neck raise, because he knew that this was no Cullen. The woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere could only have been one of the infamous Galloways, of which he could care less. Jacob's footsteps faltered some, as he purposefully switched to the parallel street, because the smell was already making him gag. If he could help it, he'd avoid the woman if he could; an incident with the Galloways not exactly being an encounter Jacob didn't feel quite prepared for yet at this point.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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1191 WORDS | AILEEN! | SMOKIN' | BLANCHARDSTOWN MALL | LYRICS by MOTLEY CRÜE

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[aileen liadan galloway]

[WORK IN PROGRESS]

The whole werewolf coming together with vampires was so unnatural to most vampire's. Then again, the Cullen family was certainly unique, and unique did not always mean good, especially in her eyes. The Cullen family were traitors to their own kind in so many ways, two important points being the fact that they don't consume human blood, and that they are close to the wolves. Even to a new vampire like herself, she saw it as wrong. So she had decided to help the Volturi out, though of course Patrick and the others in her family also had aided her in the 'right' direction of which to go in.