Animal - Twilight - Leah/Jacob
Title: Animal
Fandoms: Twilight
Characters/Pairings: Leah/Jacob
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Spoilers: none I can think of.
Summary: She can’t hear past her own broken thoughts, doesn’t care.
It hurts.
Animal turns to human, naked (for the entire world to see her scars).
Samleftme. Samhatesme.
She can’t hear past her own broken thoughts, doesn’t care.
Slumping to the ground, cold air hits burning flesh.
Hand runs through dark locks, shaking.
She’s supposed to be beautiful.
What the hell does that matter when she can’t even keep the man she wants?
Samleftme. Samnevercared.
She smells him before she sees anything.
Just one of the perks of being a freak.
Tilting her head, darkened eyes watch the lumbering boy make his way towards her.
“Sam sent you?” she hisses, excitement flaring in her.
Samwantedher.
The young boy shakes his head, short locks just brushing his ears.
Body of a man, mind of a teenager (it was weird).
His eyes roam over her body, still not used to it.
Frowning, she quickly stands up.
“Did you come for a peek show? Then look, I don’t care anymore!” she shouted, raising her arms.
She could kill him.
She should kill him, isn’t that what animals did?
Her hands shoot out, catching the thrown clothes.
Glancing down, heat blooms on her face.
She should be ashamed.
Sam never wanted her.
“I…didn’t think you should be alone,” he struggles to find the right words.
Her face twists into something awful.
Did they honestly think she’d kill herself over Sam?
Shoving the t-shirt over her head, she silently dressed.
Part of her wanted to punch Jacob in his stupid face and break something.
Beasts didn’t take too long to heal now, did they?
“Oh sure, because I’m a fragile bitch and all that. I mean that’s what female dogs are, huh?” she seethed, shoving him out of her way.
Jacob flinches and she smirks.
Of course, he wouldn’t know how to act around her.
He’d only hung around with the leech-lover, and could one count her as a female?
Walking past him, she let out a low chuckle.
“Wasn’t poor little Bella the suicidal one? Even I’m not that pathetic,” she reminded, in a hiss.
Her eyes widened as she met the ground with a sharp pain.
Looking up, she grinned.
Jacob could hardly control the wolf raging inside of him.
She’d just insulted someone he considered a mate.
Stupid wolf-boy Jacob was going to know the pain she felt soon enough.
(Humans always chose vampires over wolves. It was a movie-fact.)
“Don’t ever speak about her,” he growled.
Her spine was a rainbow of vibrations as she arched up.
Their lips crashed together, biting (drawing blood).
Don’t ever speak about her.
Did Sam ever speak about her with such possession?
Nails were rapidly becoming claws (or so she thought).
A beast was taking her over and not a part minded.
“I don’t want to do this,” he gasped, fighting against himself.
She smirked at his foolish behavior.
“Oh Bella! Don’t marry that leech, oh oops! It appears you already have,” she teased harshly.
“Bella’s never going to choose you Jacob.”
She shouted as hands gripped into her waist hard enough to break bones.
She knows she should feel fear, but all she feels is excitement (lust).
He'll control her (dominate) and all she can hear is her pulse pounding in her veins, shouting.
Human turns to animal, she lets him have her.
The taste of blood is strong in her mouth.
She smiles.
Fandoms: Twilight
Characters/Pairings: Leah/Jacob
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Spoilers: none I can think of.
Summary: She can’t hear past her own broken thoughts, doesn’t care.
It hurts.
Animal turns to human, naked (for the entire world to see her scars).
Samleftme. Samhatesme.
She can’t hear past her own broken thoughts, doesn’t care.
Slumping to the ground, cold air hits burning flesh.
Hand runs through dark locks, shaking.
She’s supposed to be beautiful.
What the hell does that matter when she can’t even keep the man she wants?
Samleftme. Samnevercared.
She smells him before she sees anything.
Just one of the perks of being a freak.
Tilting her head, darkened eyes watch the lumbering boy make his way towards her.
“Sam sent you?” she hisses, excitement flaring in her.
Samwantedher.
The young boy shakes his head, short locks just brushing his ears.
Body of a man, mind of a teenager (it was weird).
His eyes roam over her body, still not used to it.
Frowning, she quickly stands up.
“Did you come for a peek show? Then look, I don’t care anymore!” she shouted, raising her arms.
She could kill him.
She should kill him, isn’t that what animals did?
Her hands shoot out, catching the thrown clothes.
Glancing down, heat blooms on her face.
She should be ashamed.
Sam never wanted her.
“I…didn’t think you should be alone,” he struggles to find the right words.
Her face twists into something awful.
Did they honestly think she’d kill herself over Sam?
Shoving the t-shirt over her head, she silently dressed.
Part of her wanted to punch Jacob in his stupid face and break something.
Beasts didn’t take too long to heal now, did they?
“Oh sure, because I’m a fragile bitch and all that. I mean that’s what female dogs are, huh?” she seethed, shoving him out of her way.
Jacob flinches and she smirks.
Of course, he wouldn’t know how to act around her.
He’d only hung around with the leech-lover, and could one count her as a female?
Walking past him, she let out a low chuckle.
“Wasn’t poor little Bella the suicidal one? Even I’m not that pathetic,” she reminded, in a hiss.
Her eyes widened as she met the ground with a sharp pain.
Looking up, she grinned.
Jacob could hardly control the wolf raging inside of him.
She’d just insulted someone he considered a mate.
Stupid wolf-boy Jacob was going to know the pain she felt soon enough.
(Humans always chose vampires over wolves. It was a movie-fact.)
“Don’t ever speak about her,” he growled.
Her spine was a rainbow of vibrations as she arched up.
Their lips crashed together, biting (drawing blood).
Don’t ever speak about her.
Did Sam ever speak about her with such possession?
Nails were rapidly becoming claws (or so she thought).
A beast was taking her over and not a part minded.
“I don’t want to do this,” he gasped, fighting against himself.
She smirked at his foolish behavior.
“Oh Bella! Don’t marry that leech, oh oops! It appears you already have,” she teased harshly.
“Bella’s never going to choose you Jacob.”
She shouted as hands gripped into her waist hard enough to break bones.
She knows she should feel fear, but all she feels is excitement (lust).
He'll control her (dominate) and all she can hear is her pulse pounding in her veins, shouting.
Human turns to animal, she lets him have her.
The taste of blood is strong in her mouth.
She smiles.