He gave me a hand and helped me up. "What were you thinking walking alone in the streets so late? You don't know what kind of people exist."
I didn't speak.
"Well?" he demanded for an answer. "What were you doing here so late?"
"My boyfriend dumped me and I started walking back home. What other choice did I have?" Tears rolled down my cheeks, burning my skin.
His face relaxed. "I'm sorry,"
I shook my head. "Don't be."
"You're soaking wet." He noticed. "You can come to my house for the night. I'll take you home tomorrow,"
I nodded, "That'd be nice. Thank you,"
A part of me wanted to disagree, thinking he wasn't a good person. But my heart didn't agree. When I looked in his deep brown eyes, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I knew he'd protect me with all he had in himself. I felt myself falling for him the moment I laid my eyes on his face. It was probably lust, but I felt beckoned to him.
"Are we walking?" I asked. There was no sight of a car or any vehicle near by.
"Now don't be scared, Lexi," he said.
My heartbeat rose. "Scared?"
"I was the wolf you saw scare the bloodsuckers away."
My eyes widened. "You're a... werewolf?"
"The world isn't all that nice the way you expected to be, huh?"
"Not at all. I mean, Vampires? Werewolves? I thought those all existed in stories."
He chuckled. "I know. I was scared when I was being transformed into one. It wasn't all that great,"
"You weren't a werewolf all your life?"
"No. I'm not really supposed to tell any human this, it's against our rules."
"Oh. I'm sorry," I lowered my eyes to the floor and watched the raindrops hit the road, forming deeper puddles with each drop that fell. It was pouring heavily, both Jacob and I were soaked.
"Avert your eyes, Lexi," I closed them as soon as he'd said the word 'Avert.'
Moments later I heard a bark and I slowly opened my eyes. In front of me stood the same wolf with brownish-black fur, with a hint of red. He nodded in encouragement as I stepped closer to him. He was huge. I carefully grabbed onto a chunk of his fur and lifted myself up on top of him. I held onto his fur on the neck and he began running through the empty streets.
He turned to a small house nearby a lake. The house was red, not the bright one, a little mixed with burgundy, I think? He nodded again as mu cue to get off. I followed without any quarreling and hopped off his back to the ground. Landing on my hands, I pushed myself up and turned around to face him.
But he was gone. All I saw was the dark, creepy forest close to the house. I wasn't fond of forests. I always feared animals would come and hunt me down and kill me before I had a chance to see what life really was. Every since I was a kid, I detested forests. I know it makes no sense since I live in Forks, which is surrounded by forests, but I never went inside them. Only with my Dad, maybe, but not with anyone else.
I gasped when someone tapped my shoulder and hurriedly turned around. Jacob stood before me, chuckling. "You're easily scared, aren't you?"
I blushed, "I suppose you can say that."
"Come on, let's get you inside now. I doubt the rain is going to stop anytime soon." He placed his hand on the lower of my back and led me inside to the small, red, cosy house of his.
"Jacob? That you?" A voice called.
"Yeah, Dad," Jacob replied. A man in a wheelchair headed towards us. He was wearing a brown coat, which didn't seem too heavy, a checked black and white pair of sweats and a red, also checked hat, with little pieces of creme colored threads handing down, separated by each inch. He had long hair tied back into a ponytail. He wheeled closer to us and smiled.
"Well, who's this?" he asked.
"Lets just say she was going to be the fresh Vampire meat, Dad," Jacob said.
"Oy, yai, yai," his father shook his head in disagreement. "When would they every stop."
"Anyways, it's okay if she stays for the night?"
"Oh, absolutely. Feel at home, dear," he smiled at me. I nodded back and thanked him for the generosity before Jacob and I headed towards his room. He gave me a pair of sweats and a shirt. I changed in the room while he went to talk to his father, Billy, he told me his name was.
He knocked on the door. "Are you ready? Can I come in?"
I chuckled to myself. "Yeah,"
He opened the door a little wider and peeked his head inside. "You hungry?"
"No, thanks, I'm fine." I smiled.
"You sure? Dinner's set on the table,"
"I'm sure. Thank you,"
He smiled, "Okay. You must be tired, huh?"
His question was answered by my loud yawn I wasn't expecting. He chuckled. "You can sleep on my bed. I'm going to be fine on the couch."
"No, it's fine, really. I can take the couch."
"Don't be silly. The couch is right there," he said motioning towards the couch in the room, just mere inches away from the bed. I began to protest but he said he wouldn't take no for an answer. I lost the argument before getting the chance to even speak.
Oh well, I can't boss him around in his own house now, can I?
With a sigh, I murmured, "Alright," before climbing under the sheets of his oh-so comfy bed. As soon as I hit the pillow, my lids automatically closed and I fell into a dreamless slumber.