"Oooh trust me, there are some friends you probably do not want to meet," he said with a sigh. "They are... far more wild than I," he commented, giving an amused smirk.

"I'll try not to get hurt," he replied then, giving a light wave as she dashed back into the house. His hand went to where she had kissed a moment, and he could be seen smiling lightly to himself.

A few minutes later, he stepped off of the porch, where a rather strange looking individual was. He had very long blond hair tied back in a braid, a tie-dyed shirt, and blue jean with holes, as well as sandals. A slight gangly as well. "Jeans, what brings you out here?" Jacob asked, arching a brow.

"You know perfectly well what does Jake," the man replied, shaking his head. "So you've gone all rogue against your pack for a girl? No brains up there man?" Jeans asked, tapping Jacob's head. "Word out on the street is that Joseph's FURIOUS. He's out hunting for you now man." Jacob sighed.

"I know..." he replied. "But I don't regret it either..."

"I figured as much. Look man, he's offering a huge reward too. So you'd better watch out, alright?"

"Yeah... sure. You know I do." Jeans smiled a slight.

"Heh... right. Here, I ain't gonna stick around long. How about a hug for old times sake man?" What Jake could not see, and perhaps Aissel could from her angle, was that Jeans had a rather sharp weapon on hand. Not enough to kill mind you, but enough to perhaps knock a werewolf out for a shirt time...

((Oh thats fine! ;3 And before ya ask, Jeans aint a bad person. Just easilly bribed x-x ))

The fact was, Aisselene could see everything that was happening from her little window. Including what Jeans had on him.
Her eyes grew wide as he began to pull Jacob in for a hug.

"No," she screamed beating on the window. But at where she was in the house, there was no way he could hear her.
Dashing down her hallway, she ran to her front door, and began struggling with the multiple locks.
"Come on, come on," she screamed.

But somehow, the locks wouldn't quite work, and jammed as Aissel jerked viciously on the handle.
Now she was hysterical as tears of anger slid down her face.

If she couldn't open the door, maybe she could get his attention in time.
"Jacob," she cried as she kicked, and smacked the door."Jacob don't!"
But somehow, she had a feeling that he hadn't heard her, and now it was probably over.
"Please Jacob," she cried again.
No matter what she had done to get the locks undone, nothing seemed to happen, and she needed something to happen.
But nothing did..

(Everyone likes money and sex! C; )

((Haha, yeeeeep. Though poor Jake always tends to take a LOT of damage! > >))

He hadn't really heard her, but Jacob wondered. Why did he get this jerking feeling, as though he was being called out to? It was enough that he had moved to step back, but not quick enough to miss the dagger entirely. It landed in Jake's shoulder instead, there to the hilt.

"Jeans...." Jacob growled. "How much did he offer you?"

"Enough," Jeans replied with a slight smile. A smile that turned feral, as moments later the man shifted into an enormous wolf, sandy in color. Jacob's eyes narrowed, as he dove to miss an oncoming attack. He landed upon his bad shoulder with a grimace, rolling out of anotehr attack. Jeans, being of a lighter stature, was far more agile. But Jacob had one thing going for him. He was quite cunning as well.

And he had a weapon. Not enough time too shift, but a weapon on hand.. he would just have to be quick about this!

(Aw I know, he always gets the worst of everything.)

Sure enough, Aisselene could hear the commotion outside and only pushed, kicked, and jerked harder, but sadly to no avail. And she knew something bad was happening, because she could hear it. And hearing it, was worse than seeing.
With one final kick, she was able to get the door open, to see what she knew must have been happening.

There was Jake, bleeding of course, and Jeans as a massive blond wolf.
Why did she just know something like this was unavoidable?

But another thing was, Jacob was a human, why?
It would have been much easier for him to take Jeans down as a wolf, and it certainly could have been less bloody.
Although Jacob seemed prone to danger, so who could know.

"Jacob," she squealed as he dove another well-planned attack, at least he was winning, for a while.

Jacob was amazing as he fought. He looked graceful somewhat, and compared to Jeans, he looked big and strong.

"Get in here before someone sees you," Aisselene whispered as she pushed the lump of fur through her door.
"And you promised," she added as she pulled him into the kitchen.
Grabbing a rag from a drawer, Aissel wet it quickly in the sink, and began to dab his deep puncture wound.
It seemed like the blood was just pouring out of it as she wiped. "Jacob, come on now.. Couldn't you hear my beating on the door, and the window? I was hysterical, and with good reason."

Looking into his eyes, she smiled a little bit, "I'm sorry.."

Aisselene smiled slightly down on Jacob, okay, he was cute.
"Why don't you change back so we can see how bad it really is, and then maybe I can bandage it?"
Stroking Jacob's face as bit as she waited, Aissel felt a bit sad.
Why were things always so dangerous for him? And, would they always be this way?

"Jacob," she whispered. "Did it have to do with Joe?"

Actually, Aissel didn't even need for him to actually answer that one.
She knew that the answer was yes, and she knew that it wouldn't be the last time he would do something like this again too.
It most definitely wouldn't be the end..
It was like he was psychic or something, having one of his men pop now, just when things were perfect.

Aissel cringed at the sight of how bad the wound looked when he was normal..
But still she took the rag to it, in an attempt to keep it from bleeding.
"Do you think it needs a bandage," she asked as she reached at it.
"I have some gauze in the cabinet if you need it."

Smiling, Aissel walked down the hall, and came back with bandages, take, and some pants.

"Put these on, and bend down."

Smiling up at Jacob, Aissel held out the jeans, and waited.
No matter how bad things seemed, she couldn't stay mad at him. It was like he brought out the best in her, or maybe he did.

As Aissel began wrapping his shoulder, and most of his arm, she laughed at what he had said about kissing.
"Well," she began. "I can kiss you, but your shoulder is a tab bit too grotesque for me."

Stepping onto her tiptoes, Aissel kissed Jacob's lips softly, and the took the tape from his hands.
"See, all better now."

Taping around the wound, she smiled to see a job well done, though it did look a bit too shabby for her tastes.
"It's not the prettiest thing, but it will work, and maybe slow the blood down."

Nodding, she crossed her arms with a victory look on her face.

Smiling, Aisselene took his hand, and began pulling him to her bedroom, and onto the now re-made bed.
"Lay down," she ordered while flipping on the television.
"Now, you are going to lay here, and mindlessly stare at the t.v. and I am going to stare at it with you, deal?"

Jumping onto the spot next to his, she forced his head into her lap, and began to fiddle with his hair.
"Now see, I can still pet you like a dog, only this time there is no tail to whap me in the face with."

She flipped the channels a few times, and then found some sort of movie.
Aissel lay behind Jacob now, her face on the back of his neck, and her hands entwined in his hair.
Occasionally, she would drop a kiss or two while watching whatever was on intently, but for the most part, things were quiet for now.

"Now wait a moment, I am not a dog to give commends to you know," he fussed, although of course he was not serious. Moments later he plopped onto the bed, careful to avoid his bad shoulder.

"I suppose so," he replied, arching a brow. "Mindlessly? Is there any other way to watch television? Although we should have brought popcorn," he added. "Or meat on a stick..." He did so love meat.

Of course, this time, many of his thoughts trailed away as she gently started to pet his hair. "You know you love my tail," he replied. "Just to spite you I should shift right now," He gave a grin as though seriously considering it, but he wouldn't. No way.

It was a moment of calm and peacem certainly not unwelcome. One of his hands he gently lied over hers, and he found himself starting to get drowsy.

"Hey Aissel..." he said, as his mind started to drift deeper. "Yanno I..." But sleep claimed him before he could finish the statement, his body wearing itself out as it tried to heal the silver-based wound.

((Dun worry, he;ll get anotehr chance too finish that statement later :3))

(Noooo! T^T)

Aisselene only smiled as he had drifted off.
She was falling in love with a werewolf, and not only was she falling for him, she had fallen for him pretty hard too.
His smell, smile, everything. She loved him..
At least, it looked like love, and it felt like love, and it acted like love, but was it?
Weren't things a little to early to be going over something such as that?

But she could hide what she was feeling as was laying with him

It was an overwhelming feeling of caring for him, and she couldn't get rid of that no matter what she'd tried.

((*pats* To make up for it, Ill make sure its a realleh sappy moment :3 And this ones short cause er, I guess its your turn for a time skippeh thing :3 ))

Jacob slept soundly, his dreams actually warm and pleasant. Despite the vicious fight, being beside Aissel calmed down his mind completely. And as he slept, the wound slowly started to close itself under his bindings as well. One would notice a few hours laterit had stopped bleeding at least.

Hmmmm.... he could not even compare these moments to his life before. Not even in the slightest. He was rather cute as he slept as well, and the calm, the peace he felt, showed even in his massive frame.

(Okies. ;3 I'll just skip to the morning.)

The next morning, Aissel woke up, to find herself in the same place in which she had fallen asleep.
Of course Jacob was snoring, and the television was on mute, right where she'd left it.

She sat up and stretched, smiling as she was still in her jeans and tank top. And no covers this time..
Hmm, Jacob must have been her covers for the night, because Aissel actually felt quite warm.
She probably had just kept her arms wrapped around him or something..
She had.

(I know it's short, but I am drained, and getting ready to go to bed in a bit. I would have more, but I need Jacob to wakey wakey!)

((haha, go to beeed :P No worries, Ill wakey the jakey! Oh god that sounded corny even to me. *facepalms*))

Jacob himself found himself stirring shortly after Aissel. He blinked a moment, taking a second to remember where he was. n the bed... ah! There it was. Why was it most days were like this for him?

He looked towards Aissel then glad to see she had not wandered too far off. "Good morning," he said, leaning over to gently kiss her. "At least... I hope it's morning or my internal time clock is certainly screwy..."

What a wonderful sleep indeed that had been...

((I had best be off to bed myself. x-x Take care!))

(Bu-but I dun wanna! :C)

"Good morning," she told him as she placed emphasis on the morning part.
Running her fingers through his hair, Aissel smiled.
"I would ask you how you slept, but judging from all of your snoring, I would say that it was a good one."

Squirming around a bit, Aisselene lay back down, and placed her head on Jacob's chest, listening to his breathing intently.
"How long do werewolves live," she asked in a most random spurt.
She had really been wanting to know after all..
"I mean, do they age like normal people, or do they live forever or something like that?"

((You would ask one of those questions I wouldn't know eh? Ill stall for the moment, but Ill need to know cause I couldn't find it on the twilight website and myths vary > > ))

So it WAS morning. Good! He chuckled lightly. "I did warn you I snore," he replied. "And before you ask, breathing strips don't work," he added. When she leaned upon his chest, he allowed his arms to wrap around her as he took in her scent.

Hey, he could appreciate a good smell as well, and hers was always good.

At her question he blinked, arching a dark brow. "Well, that depends on the werewolf," he replied. "We tend to get into many fights... so it really depends on how well one fights and how strong they are," he replied. "Unless of course you mean naturally..." he added, pondeirng.

"And no, not forever," he added. "Really, it is for as long as we are needed..."

(Are you talking about the life span? If so, they don't start going through normal ages until they can completely control their phasing. :3)

Laying in Jacob's arms, Aissel only nodded in response, "Oh.."

Pushing her face next to his, Aissel popped a kiss on his cheek.
It was nice to know he wouldn't live forever... But still, it wasn't exactly a comforting thought.
Kissing the side of his neck, she smiled.

She wasn't exactly trying to start anything, but maybe a kiss good morning would be nice.

"Your snoring isn't too bad by the way.."

((Aaaah, thanks! and eeeew, short! Teh short! Im praying my mind isnt shot from work, and that I just need caffiene > > )))

At the light kissed he blushed, drawing her closer to plant one upon her in return. "But do not worry, I don't plan on leaving this world anytime soon," he added, giving a light wink.

"Okay, now you're just saying that to make me feel better," he commented, laughing lightly. "I know full well my snoring rumbles windows and scares small children from their beds! Speaking of bed, I should probably get us some breakfast going hmmm?" he asked.

"Aw, your snoring isn't so bad."

Sitting up Aissel stretched again, smiling down on Jacob.
"I guess so, I am starving!"

Pushing him off the bed, she laughed to see him actually fall onto the floor.

"Oopsie," she said jumping from the bed, and running away before the wrath of Jacob could strike her.

(Mine matches. :3 Go get some caffeine!)

"You are hmmm?" he asked. "Perhaps I should hunt us down some steak and.. OOMPH!" he cried, as he suddenly found his massive weight falling with a THUD to the floor before he could do a thing.

"Hey! Do you think I'll let you get away with that so easily?" he asked, as he quickly got to his feet and started through the house towards her.

"I have the perfect revenge planned!" he added with a sort of mock chuckle, as he went. Well he did, but it wasn't too evil. Just tickling. Lots of tickling...

((Yay caffiene. :3 Much better now!))