D A Y L I G H T .

— DUSKWOLF. JACOB BLACK.

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An independent & private Jacob Black from the Twilight series. Heavily headcanon based, canon divergent, & anti-s.meyer. Character development & plot driven. Please read rules before following!

          this   wasn’t   her   first   dead   body    &    it   was   far   from   her   last.    90   percent   of   the   time,    the   death   was   because   of   her   [  a  demon   has   to   eat,    right ?  ]   with   the   other   10   often   a   mystery   that   she   had   to   solve  …  if   she   cared   enough.    which   brought   her   right   here  :  in   the   middle   of   a   dense   forest,    on   patrol   with   a   werewolf   in   order   to   clear   her   good   name.

          she   gave   him   a   sidelong   glance,    an   eyebrow   quirking   slightly   as   a   smirk   settled   upon   fair   features.    ❝  i’ve   met   plenty   of   wolves,    Jacob   Black  …  ❞    eyes   scanned   around   them,    looking   for   anything   that   may   seem   out   of   place.    ❝  …  but,    i’ve   never   met   anyone   quite   like   you.  ❞    something   snapped   in   the   distance    &    Ravenna   spun   to   find   the   source,    humming   almost   disappointedly   when  she   saw   it   was   only   a   deer   having   broken   a   branch.    ❝  how   weird   is   this   for   you ?  ❞

   Most of the wolves she’d met before were, by his calculations, likely werewolves, which was very different from what he was. In fact, it was so confused that he used to think that’s what he was, until he learned the differences in their natures, what an actual werewolf was -- so many things that he was not. What he was was far more natural in many ways, at least how he looked at it. Still, Jacob shrugged nonchalantly, smiling with one corner of his mouth as she admitted to his personal uniqueness. 

          she   wasn’t   usually   one   for   teams,    a   preference   to   watch   her   own   back   rather   than   rely   on   someone   else       especially   someone   she   barely   knew.    still,    Ravenna   understood   why   it   was   easier   to   be   civil  ( she   didn’t   need   any more   enemies ).    

          head   turned,    looking   at   him   as   he   spoke    &    a   small   smile   curled   the   corner   of   pink   lips.    ❝  do   you   mean   finding   a   dead   body   or   going   on   patrol   with   a   werewolf ?  ❞    a   light   tease,    sidestepping   a   large   root   jutting   out   of   the   forest   floor    &    she   shrugged   her   shoulders.    ❝  honestly ?    maybe   a   2.  ❞    she   thought   for   a   moment.    ❝  i   grew   up   surrounded   by   all   kinds   of   supernatural   creatures.    i   mean  …  have   you   ever   met   a   demon   before   me ?  ❞

   "Mm, more like, the whole situation,” Jacob hummed in reply. It was less to do with the body and more about who or what had caused the body to end up in such a state as the one Ravenna had found it in. He didn’t like the idea of not knowing -- sure, there was a thrill not to be discounted, but when people ended up dead, it usually took the fun out of it. And there was the added pressure of a whole community of people relying on him to keep them safe from exactly these sorts of things. No biggie.

   He had never been around anyone like her, and it was strange. What she was had his senses standing up, tuned in to the frequencies of energies that hung all around them. Like they couldn’t quite figure her out either. Friend or foe. Except that she was helping him, and letting him help her. Besides, he wasn’t exactly sure he’d want her as an enemy -- he didn’t know everything she was capable of, and he didn’t think he’d want to find out the hard way. Vampires were easy; except for the occasional gift that could throw him for a loop, they were all the same. He knew their strengths, their weaknesses, how to hunt them, how to put them down. In part, it was what he was made for. Not so with someone like Ravenna, and whatever the hell else was out there lurking in the shadows.

the  snow  crunches  underfoot.  it’s  the  only  sound  apart  from  the  rapid  heart  beats  of  those  around  her.  she  can  pick  out  each  and  every  one  of  them,  how  they  differ  and  how  its  changes  as  people  tense  for  the  next  move.  

she  takes  in  each  and  every  face  around  the  clearing,  studying  their  body  language.  most  stand  tense  with  anticipation  of  a  battle,  though  some  more  relaxed  than  others.  she  can  hear  it  in  aro’s  reaction,  the  wolves  were  an  unexpected  addition  to  the  battle  and  it  makes  the  tribrid  study  them  a  little  longer.  

her  breath  hitches  when  it  lands  on  one.  he’s  large,  giant  even,  and  it  makes  hope  wonder  what  kind  of  wolf  is  he.  he  stands  at  the  front  and  it  gives  him  away  as  alpha,  she  can  tell.  those  two  that  flank  him  are  smaller,  one  is  clearly  jittery-  nerves  or  something  else?  the  smallest  of  the  three,  probably  the  youngest,  watches  his  alpha  for  a  command.  

all  hope  wants  to  do  is  cross  that  clearing  and  see  if  his  russet  fur  is  as  warm  as  it  looks.  everything  else  in  the  clearing  doesn’t  matter,  her  attention  is  all  on  this  one  wolf.  she  can  sense  it-  he’s  no  ordinary  werewolf  and  it  peaks  her  interest.

it’s  when  she  meets  his  eyes  hope  feels  as  if  something  strikes  her.  snaps  her  attention  even  more  intently  to  him.  as  if  something  pulls  her  to  him,  hope  takes  a  small  step  forward  and  only  stops  when  her  uncle’s  hand  rests  on  her  shoulder.  a  warning  from  the  original  reminds  the  tribrid  they’re  here  for  something  else  and  finally  her  blue  eyes  turn  away  from  the  stranger.

finally  it  seems  the  world  takes  a  breath  at  once.  aro  drops  his  hand  from  the  pixie  like  girl  and  turns  toward  his  fellow  volturi.  there  will  be  no  battle  here  today  and  everyone  seems  far  less  tense  than  just  a  moment  ago.  words  are  exchanged  between  aro  and  the  golden  eyed  leader,  though  hope  has  little  care  for  what’s  being  said.

she  finds  herself  alone  now,  rebekah  and  kol  disappearing  into  the  forest  with  the  volturi  guard.  she  knows  her  aunt  and  uncle  will  be  at  the  home  they  purchased  in  town,  perhaps  with  a  compelled  guest  or  two  for  the  taste.  instead  of  following  them,  she  stands  in  watch  of  that  alpha  wolf.  studying  him,  fighting  the  urge  to  approach.

still  it  tugs  at  her,  urging  her  forward  to  follow  him.  one  step  forward,  slowly.  another  step  before  she  stops  herself  again.  this  must  be  magic  hope  assumes.  arms  cross  as  she  stares  across  the  field  again,  searching  for  the  source.  smart  to  target  her,  the  tribrid  thinks.  weaken  the  tribrid,  the  obvious  move.  hope  mutters  something  to  herself,  a  spell  to  search  out  the  source  of  the  magic  and  block  it.  eyes  scan  those  of  the  sparkling  vampires,  wondering  if  this  draw  is  one  of  their  gifts-  but  it  shouldn’t  be  working  on  her.  should  it?

she  can’t  help  herself  to  speak  up  to  the  retreating  wolves.  she  doesn’t  shout,  she  assumes  they  will  be  able  to  hear  her.  “end  the  magic  before  i  kill  it  myself.”

   There was a strained, hostile quiet that hung in the air. The whistle of wind, the murmur of voices, the shuffle of feet in the snow, the brush of clothing. He could hear it all, those whispers of the stand off as two sides stood their ground, waiting for the result of the conversation that would decide their collective fate. Whose breaking bone would be the first to break the glassy peace? Whose blood would stain the white blanket that covered the grass? Not Seth’s. Not Leah’s.

   The web of thoughts embedded with his own was impossible to shut out, and he knew the uselessness of trying to shush them. Their worry mirrored his own, their doubts, their uncertainty, and their loyalty. They weren’t about to run, no matter the cost. And neither was he. He was supposed to be the alpha, after all. And that’s what alphas did, right? Lead their pack through war. He could feel their mounting impatience and reminded them to be still, relaxed. Keep their muscles primed for the first scent of battle.

   Who would he target? His eyes roamed the swathes of vampires, picking apart those he knew and didn’t, their crystallized skin flashing in his eyes and making his hair stand on end. He’d been prepped on the various gifts the Volturi would bring, what threats they might pose. He’d need to take out someone like Jane, if he could. But there were others he didn’t recognize, couldn’t place immediately. A small clan to one side, and eventually the name slid into place. Mikaelson. This was the family Carlisle had mentioned -- that their presence was a possibility. It was nothing but bad news that they’d actually made an appearance. The blonde looked even more murderous than Rosalie with food in her hair and the dark hair man was someone he didn’t want to cross in a dark alley. His eyes followed the line down and he felt the world bottom out beneath him.

   Everything shattered and remained suspended midair around him. His breath froze in his lungs, time and silence merging in an instant. Light and gravity rearranged. His heartbeat found even stillness, his mind cleared. Something settled within him, filling up space between his ribs, a comforting weight. As his eyes locked on hers, the rushing crash of reality slammed everything back into motion. His gaze was anchored to her, and it was a small but powerful voice in the back of his mind that kept him from surging forwards blindly. He remained fixed to the spot like stone while the draw across the field threatened to upend him. Leah’s voice rang in the back of his mind but it was nothing more than the sound of crashing waves. 

   The tension leaked out of the clearing all at once, except for where he stood. He shook his head gently, snapping out of the moment, finally tearing his gaze away from where the strange vampire stood, and realized all out war had been avoided at the last possible moment. There was a sigh of relief ripple through the pack as they circled the edge of the woods, careful to see the vampires disperse without incident or threat. But the wolves closest to him stood in place, watchful of their alpha. He wanted to retreat, to send them home and follow, but he could do no more than take a few steps that put no additional distance between himself and the young woman across the clearing before she spoke.

   Magic? He sniffed instinctively, smelling nothing more than a light sulphur scent coming from her direction. He shook his large head again before his weight begin to shift, the ripple of fur moving up his back as human skin reemerged, dark hair replacing smoky auburn that he shook out to his shoulders. There was a slight discomfort across his chest as bones and muscle snapped back into place, a transformation that would have had him screaming months ago. His bare feet warmed the snow around him. He felt Leah and Seth disappear into the shadows, but knew they weren’t far.

         heading out of class and making her way towards her car, rosalie only sighed to herself. it would be her last day, and she wouldn’t have to think about this godforsaken town; at least so she thinks when she sees a tall and very familiar figure waiting for her. not really in the mood to put up such an argument, the vampire only gave him a smug smile. “what are you, stalking me now? you ever hear of a thing called texting?” rosalie deadpanned, as she unlocked her car and started putting her things in the back. “I honestly don’t know what you’re expecting of me, Jacob.” 

   The high school in Forks ended a day later than the one on the rez, which maybe hinted more at the differences in attitudes of the staff and students between the two schools. Not that any of the faces he saw flooding the parking lot suggested a greater level of dedication to education -- they all seemed just as happy to be entering summer break as the ones he’d seen yesterday. His own didn’t quite pass muster, considering he wasn’t quite done. With everything that had happened in the last year, his grades had tanked, understandably. His teachers had mercy on him and hadn’t failed him -- yet. Provided he did summer school credits. His dad had signed off on it before Jacob could utter a word in his defence. So while these kids were free, he was strapping in for another two months of torture. 

Baseball hat, black ( worn backwards )

Jeans, in various states, medium wash ( rips are created, not purchased, and usually come from forest adventures or working in the garage )

Plain t-shirts, various colours, usually darks like blue, green, red OR graphic t-shirts with minimal design and/or writing ( usually a garage brand, band, or off beat local designer )

Plaid overshirt OR green army jacket ( rarely actually worn, usually just nearby )

Beat up knock-off converse, black ( he has other ones, cool ones, but he doesn’t wear them. Among his small collection is a pair of Jordan 5 Retro Red Suedes.