Jacob story...a spoof off of what happens to Jacob after eclipse.
I pushed myself faster, till I could not hear the voices of my family any longer. Though I had not paid attention to how long I had been running or how far, it must have been more than three hundred miles. But I could care less of that fact. All I care about is getting away. Get away from her, and that freaking bloodsucker. I hate him with a passion, but I also respect him for everything he has done. He protected Bella when I couldn't and it ended with me in a cast.
Hunger never visited me, not even the aching of my muscles protesting for me to stop and rest. My mouth was dry from days without water but I did not stop for fear of turning around and wanting to go back. The streams and rivers that I have passed did look inviting but I refused the temptation to bathe myself. The dehydration was less than it had been in my human form. For that I was greatly thankful. I couldn't afford to stop every hour to drink. Now being in wolf form I could wait days on end until being so thirsty that I would eventually collapse. Which now, is what I am about to do.
With a big huff, my legs gave out on me and I fell to ground and was instantly covered in mud and leaves. My nostrils flared, and my breaths were coming in quick wisps. My legs hurt so much that they were shaking from the exhaustion. Mud and leaves stuck into my fur, for it had been storming for the past week without sunshine.
I layed there for a few moments, then I heard a rustle in the bushes next to me. I rose my head and pucked my ears up. Then out of the bush came a small rabbit. I didn't even think before I acted. I had jumped up and snatched up the bunny making it squeak for it's life in my jaws. Then I bit down and heard the sound of it's bones crunching. And it's blood flowed into my mouth. It's taste was rusty salt like, but I ignored it and began eating my morsel. I guess I had been hungrier than I had intensionally thought.
After I had fully gobbled down my pray, my mouth felt too dry. I immediately new that I had to get water. Fast. I had never lasted more than a week without it And it had nearly been two. My body wouldn't last much longer without it.
I sniffed the air and came upon the sweet smell of water, in a stream near by. I walked through the forest until I found what I was looking for.
I lapped up as much water as I could hold without throwing up. Then I shivered because I new that soon a storm was going to strike. And I had just about had it with all the freaking thunderstorms!
What would it hurt to go into the nearest town? I could get a bite of some "real" food and get to stay in a warm bed. That doesn't sound too bad to me. But would I regret it later?
"Grrrrrrummfff" I said. Which probably meant "nah".
I strode off into the nearest forest towards town and just before I hit the road I changed back into my human form and pulled on my sweats.
I had thrown my wallet in with my sweats. Thank god! And I was pretty sure I had some hundreds in there that I had been saving for an emergency. This seemed like one to me. At least right now.
I ran my hand throw my hair and began walking on the side of the road until a little blue truck came trudging up the hill. A young boy was driving it. He couldn't have been more than 13. I waved my hand and he slowed to a stop in front of me.
"Need a ride?" He called.
"That would be great." I answered back. Though my voice was huskier than usual. Most likely because I hadn't used it in so long. I opened the passenger door and climbed in.
"Were ye headed?" He asked me.
"The nearest town." I said. "I'm Jacob by the way. Thanks for stopping."
He turned his small head towards me. "I'm Jesse. And it's no problem at all. I'm headed to town myself. My mom's sick. Flu she's got. I am supposed to go get' her some medical stuffs." He murmured that last bit. I instantly felt bad for the boy. I knew what it was like to have your mom sick. Thats how mine died. This little boy was on a mission. And it made me happy to know that at least someone cared that much.
"Is she going to be alright?" I couldn't help but ask.
He turned his head and looked out his window. He was silent for a long while and then he said. "I don't know. She's been sick for a while now. My dad's gone. Left us a while back. And I'm the only person here to take care of her."
This boy needed help. And I could feel the uncertainty in his voice. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. Then I handed it to him.
"Here take this. You'll be needing it more than I will."
He shook his head and said. "I can't except that sir."
"Just think of it as a pay for giving me a ride." I smiled and gestured for him to take it. He did and replied with a "Thank you." I nodded my head and glanced out the wind shield. The trees moved by and about a mile up the road I could notice lights from the houses around town.
"Where do you wish to be dropped off?" The boy asked me. I thought for a second and noticed that I hadn't eaten any real food for weeks.
"A chafe I suppose."
"Alright. There is one just up the road." He pointed to it. It was a small building...made of mostly bricks. There was a chimney pipe sticking out of the roof with smoke coming out of it. Only three cars were in the parking lot.
The boy stopped the car and put it in park. I opened the door and stepped out. But I stopped just as he was about to pull away.
"Hey." I said. "I hope everything goes alright with your mother. I know times can be tough. Believe me. I've went through more than some people hope to go through in a life time."
He smiled at me but didn't reply. I shut the door and he drove off down the highway towards, what I presumed to be the doctor's office. I sighed and turned to face the chafe. I walked up the side walk and opened the door making the bell on it jingle.
Three heads looked up at my entrance. An elderly man in the corner holding a cup of coffee, a woman at the counter ordering her meal, and the waitress at the cash register.
"Hello." The waitress said. She smile and asked how I was doing this evening.
"Fine thank you." I replied. And I walked around the tables and sat at a booth along the far wall of the building. The woman looked at me and her eyes widened. She must have been shocked to see a man of my size and stature. Which I get that all the time. It isn't normal for someone my age to be this big. But they don't know that I'm only 16. Even if I were 25 no one should be this big.
The waitress walked over after giving the woman's order to the cook and asked what I would be having. I looked at the menu and picked the first thing that my eyes saw.
"I'll have the steak and potatoes please." She scribbled my order on her pad.
"...and what will you be having to drink?" She looked up at me from her pad.
"Just water." She smiled and walked away leaving me at my booth.
Awhile later, the elderly man and the woman left the chafe and drove off to their homes and I was still here waiting for my meal. Not that I was complaining. If I could last three weeks without decent food then I can wait a few more minutes. Just then the waitress came over with my food and placed it before me.
"Thank you." I said. And she looked at me with curiosity. I looked up at her and her eyes shifted to the window and back down to me.
"Your not from around here are you?" She asked me.
"Why would you think that?"
"Well I've never seen you here before. And this isn't exactly Seattle." I smiled at her and looked down.
"Nope. I'm not from around here. Just passing through."
"Oh. Well, I hope you have a nice stay here in Deer ridge." She said and walked off.
Deer ridge...hmm. I must have drifted far from La push. I grabbed my fork and scooped up the potatoes and practically inhaled them. The I scarfed down my steak feeling the chewy meat between my teeth. And I chugged my glass of water. But it didn't seem enough for me. I picked up the menu again and saw that they had fresh apple pie always ready. I stood from my booth and walked up to the counter.
"What can I get you?" She asked.
"Yeah. Can I have one of your apple pies please?" She looked at me shocked.
"The whole pie?" I nodded and she gave the order to the cook. I turned and sat back down at my booth.
When she came by to give me my pie she told me that the chafe would be closing shortly and she would be grateful if I could hurry. The cook already left and I presumed that she was bushed after a day's work.
"Would you like to join me?" I asked her. She furrowed her eyebrows, but came over and sat down anyways.
"I'm Jacob by the way." I said. She smiled and I gave her a slice of pie.
"I'm Charlotte." And she shook hands with me. "So, what brings you all the way out here?" she asked me.
I shook my head while I swallowed. "Just getting away. Don't you ever just want to pack up and leave?" I asked. She shook her head. "No. This is my home. I've lived here since I was born. And even though waitressing has it's ups and downs I believe this is were I'll stay."
I could understand that. For a time La push was that way for me. Until I met Bella and the Cullens. Then thats when I became a werewolf and everything changed. Now I don't know where my home is.
As if she read my mind she asked, "Where do you call home?" I told her about how I had lived on the Indian resort called La push east from here. She hadn't heard of it. And I told her about how I used to view it as my home but recently I didn't know. She knew. I know she knew how I felt. I could see it in her eyes. But I didn't say anything.
After I finished my pie, I payed my bill and thanked Charlotte for everything. Then I walked out of the chafe and into the sheeting rain. I turned and walked down the road and spotted a motel. I walked up to it and entered it.
A balding man with a goatee stood at the counter and I asked him for a room. He gave me a key and I went to the room A17. I opened the door and looked around. It was a fairly basic room. One bed a side table with a phone, clock, and a lamp on it. A small television in the corner and a bathroom in the back with a small tub with a shower head.
I closed and locked the door and sat on the bed. pm The clock said 10:30 pm. I layed down on my back and closed my eyes. But not long enough for me to fall asleep. For in the next room I could easily here the squeaking sounds of a matrice hitting the wall. I sighed and put the pillow over my head. It was going to be a long night in the smelly motel room in Deer ridge, Washington.