The fae and the wolf

[herumtreiber]

Title: The fae and the wolf
Author: herumtreiber 
Rating: R
Characters: Jacob/Edward
Word count: 763
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Nor do I make any money from this writing.
Summary: When he runs away after learning of their wedding, Jacob has a strange encounter.



I was tired of running. It had been days since I'd received their fucking wedding invitation. At the rate I was going, I'd reach the tundra in days. My legs were cramped though, so I looked around, searching for a safe place to sleep.

To my left, I noticed a mound of earth surrounded by several stones that would provide cover from the frigid wind. Not that I needed it, but still.

I wearily lay my head on the nearest stone, not even shifting. It all seemed pointless now that Edward was marrying Bella. Maybe this was the day I would lose Edward forever. I'd lost track of time when I entered Canada.

I didn't recall falling asleep, but I must have been for I saw Edward approaching me from the copse of trees to the west. The bloodsucker sparkled in the cold northern sun, and he was smiling at me.

"Jacob, come to me," he said as he opened his arms. I shifted and was about to stand up when he moved swiftly, crouching down beside me.

"Are you real, or am I dreaming?"

"Neither, Jacob." His voice sounded so warm and soothing, just the tone I'd yearned to hear from my Imprint.

Edward's hand touched my brow and I sat up with a start, for it was warm.

"You're not Edward!" I glared at the impostor. My vamp was always cold.

"You're right. I am of the Fae." The man smiled sweetly, sitting on his haunches. "Your distress called to me in this sacred place."

Edward, or the being disguised as him, pointed to the mound. "Your pain is so strong, Jacob, I want to soothe it. Your deepest wishes I'll grant, if only you kiss me."

"Is this for real? You mean if I kiss you, Edward will love me back?"

The being smiled sweetly. "You will be strong enough to woo your Edward, in fact your love will devour him, I promise."

Edward's eyes were blue and loving as he leaned towards me. The look I'd never seen directed at me swayed me, and I nodded. His lips neared mine…

I was jostled violently as Edward's voice changed timbre, sounding as if he was in a panic.

"Mutt, wake up! Pup, don't make me hit you!"

I saw my leech in front of me. He wasn't sparkling; in fact there was a heavy cloud cover.

I groggily sat up. "What's going on, man?"

"Thank God I was on time! Alice was right; I'll have to thank her properly!" Edward touched his mussed hair and I noticed he was wearing a rumpled smoking jacket.

"What do you mean?"

"Bella was walking down the aisle when Alice shouted." Edward touched my face gingerly, and I shuddered from his cold and scent so near me.

"And?"

"She had a vision. In it, you were about to be possessed by an evil spirit." Edward kept caressing my face, tracing my lips with his index finger.

I licked the tip of his finger with my tongue. "I saw a Fae, you know."

"Silly mutt!" Ed huffed exasperatedly. "Of all places in Canada you would choose this burial mound to fall asleep next to."

He motioned to the stones and the nearby barrows. Edward shuddered violently. "When I saw the vision, I knew I had to save you. You're my…"

He suddenly stopped. Shrugging, he continued, "We'll talk about it later. The important thing is, I couldn't let the Wendigo have you."

"The Wendigo? He said he was a Fae!"

Edward pointed to the stone slab where my feet rested. I saw something; at first I thought it was a desiccated dog. Then I looked at the shape of the skull and the deeply recessed eye sockets. Its bloody, leathery lips looked like they belonged in a mummy.

I yelled and shrank away from that thing, the Wendigo my father had told me about, warning me never to disturb other tribes' burial sites. The stench of decomposing flesh hit my nostrils. How could it be that I, with my keen senses, hadn't noticed it?

"Jake, you're naive," said Edward, reading my thoughts. "The thing wove its spell on you. I'm lucky I was on time to save you."

My leech's soft, cold touch on my arm was soothing as he leaned towards me. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, that are dreamt--"

Before Ed could finish, I silenced him with my lips. I could feel his smirk forming, but then his tongue was too busy wrestling with mine to complete it.

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