Enough to make my systems blow
Sept 16, 2013 13:15:43 GMT -5
Post by Jacob H. Roswell on Sept 16, 2013 13:15:43 GMT -5
God he hoped he wasn't too late. Tapping the glass of the phone booth impatiently, Jacob's heart was threatening to pound its way right out of his chest. For an instant, as the phone rang and rang on the other end, he was worried that he had forgotten or miss-dialed the number. Maybe it had even been changed in the past three years that he had gone without calling. He could only pray that he wasn't too late, having no idea how long he had been knocked out cold on the floor of his motel room. Looking at his watch, he figured he could make it there just before nightfall, but in case he didn't...
The pack meeting, always held inside the forest by an elderly member's cabin, was only just starting to die down. The smell of a bon fire filled the somewhat chilly autumn air as Victor stood, watching some of the pack members leave while others chose to stay behind for the fire, a gathering that would surely last the rest of the day and then well into the night. For a moment, he just stood there, watching the children of the pack running around, up to god only knew what. He couldn't help but remember when it had been Astoria running around with the Roswell boys... and Henry as alpha. He didn't realize just how lost in thought he was until he heard Michael calling out to him. Turning, he saw the kid, now in his early twenties, running toward him, Victor's cell phone in hand, still ringing.
"This is the second call, unknown number," Michael insisted, handing over the phone. Upon answering, he didn't even get a single word out before he heard the voice, a voice he hadn't heard in almost four years. A few members of the pack, mostly those in his inner-circle, turned their attention to him as his face paled. Everyone else continued about their business, hardly noticing. On the other end, Jake sounded as though he was panicking, and for good reason. "Victor, you need to get her out of there, you need to get Astoria out of the city-"
"What do you mean? Why?" Victor responded, his eyes scanning the area for his daughter. "I don't have any time to explain, just get her out of there, now. I'm on my way." Jacob's voice was going in and out from the bad connection, to the point that Victor had to struggle to understand what he was saying. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Victor practically yelled into the phone, catching the attention of more people now. His eyes met Michael's questioning gaze as Jacob said one final thing. "He's coming for her." When the line went dead, Victor hung up his phone, ignoring any questioning looks he was receiving as he guided Michael into the cabin. "You need to get Astoria and Caleb out of the city."
When Jake's time ended for the call, he slammed the headset down on the receiver, trying to calm himself for just a moment. The hunter had become the hunted and, if he wasn't quick enough, Jacob would lose the one thing that he had to go home to. Not wasting another second, he pushed his way out of the phone booth, zipping his jacket as he climbed onto his bike, a black and blue motorcycle that he'd bought the year before, when he felt his truck was becoming too conspicuous.
On the road, he was sure he had never gone quite so fast and all the while he concentrated on one thing and one thing only. Though he'd wanted to catch up to and find Steven before he could get to Tori, Jake knew that wasn't going to happen. What he could do though, was get to her before anyone else could. The thought made him speed up, fallen leaves flying up in his wake, the motor roaring. He hadn't seen Illyri in over three and a half years, but as he drew closer, he knew every twist and turn like the back of his hand.
By the time he hit the forest roads, the sun was fading, leaving the cloudy sky a dark gray in color. Wind whipped at the branches of trees, blowing loose the drying leaves. It was on a deserted forest street that Jake came to a stop. Well, a nearly deserted street, that is. Some distance ahead of him, with that twisted and sadistic smile on his, was Steven. "You've come to the end of the road, mate," the vampire said in an Australian accent that was all too familiar to the werewolf. Jake revved his engine, wanting nothing more than to run the asshole over. "I can't have you following me into the city... you'll spoil all of my fun. And yet, I don't want you dead either." Jake made sure his helmet was strapped on tight enough, the visor down. "I'll try to leave some pieces of her behind for you." Steven flashed his fangs in a smile.
He'd had enough. With the sound of his engine coming to life again. Jake had every intention on running Steven over, his rage getting the best of him. In a flash, Steven dodged the bike, kicking it from the side. In a moment of pure chaos, Jake's motorcycle fell to the side, skidding a great deal of distance, along with its rider. When it finally came to a stop, Jacob felt as though he couldn't move for a moment, but managed to do so, rather slowly and painfully. Lifting the bike off of himself, Jake rolled onto his hands and knees, fumbling to get his helmet off. Before he could do so, he received a painful kick to the gut; a kick so hard that he rolled several feet.
Pulling off his helmet, Jake tossed it aside, his chest heaving. He looked up just in time to received a knee to the face. Nose busted and bleeding, Jake landed on his back, a swift kick to his stomach knocking the wind out of him. When Steven picked him up by the front of his jacket, Jake had only one thing to say. "Go to hell, you psychotic asshole." Steven only smiled. "I've already been there and back, my friend." Headbutting the werewolf, Steven threw him a few feet ahead of him, onto the ground. The slamming of a car's door finally tore his attention away before he looked back at Jacob, now barely conscious. "I think I'll go find a nice hotel room," he said laughing as Jake tried lifting his head. Slamming his foot down on Jake's leg, he could hear the sound of bones breaking, just as the man screamed in agony. "It looks like I'll be here for a while..." As Jake's eyesight failed him and blackness consumed him, Steven was gone in a blur of motion. The last thing he could remember was the feel of raindrops hitting his face, and the sound of someone yelling about 9-1-1.
Michael had never been so confused in his entire life. Without telling him exactly what was going on, Victor had given him his car keys and a wad of cash. When Mike questioned his alpha, he was told only that Victor would call him and update him as soon as he could. All he had to worry about was getting Astoria and Caleb out of the city, safely. He was sent with another pack member, a guy slightly older than himself, who was equally confused, but didn't dare disobey the alpha. With both men sitting in the front seat of Victor's car, and Astoria in back with Caleb, they'd been told to not pack or head back to their apartments or anything. They were to get out then and there.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!" Michael insisted, knowing Tori was frustrated. "I was just told to get you guys out of town." He glanced back in the rear view mirror at his nephew, a boy that reminded him so much of Jacob. In the back of his mind, Mike wondered if this had anything to do with his brother... but he knew full well that Jake had been gone for over three years, nearing four. As far as they knew, Jake was gone and never coming back. For all they knew, he could have been long dead. Without a father to watch over Caleb, Michael had been the male role model in the kid's life since the day he was born, all the time wondering if his brother even knew he had a son.
They were just coming out of the city, along the darkening forest road when Mike heard the god awful sound of screaming of an engine, the bending of metal and breaking glass, followed by the roaring of thunder. "What the fu-" he started to say, briefly forgetting the three year old in the car. It was the unmistakable sound of a crash and, knowing the rest of the road was likely deserted, Michael urged the car forward, figuring someone was in dire need of help. When they rounded the corner though, the sight that greeted them was an odd one to say the least. There, ahead of them, was a man, one that he couldn't quite make out, and on the ground in front of him was the figure of another man, one that they weren't close enough to identify.
The car's breaks squealed as Mike slammed them on, jumping from the car just as the man's scream pierced the air. In only a second, the attacker disappeared, leaving no doubt as to exactly what he was. The smell of vampire and werewolf was heavy in the air. The scent of werewolf was almost familiar to the young man, though he couldn't quite place it as he rushed to the biker's side. The other pack member, Alex, was jumping out of the car as well. "JESUS CHRIST, CALL NINE-ONE-ONE!" Mike called out to Alex. The sensation that filled him was one of confusion, fear and shock, each emotion flickering through his expression in a matter of a second. "Jake?!" He knelt by his brother, gently slapping his face and trying to rouse him. "JAKE! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!" Mike's eyes went from his unconscious brother, then to Astoria.
The pack meeting, always held inside the forest by an elderly member's cabin, was only just starting to die down. The smell of a bon fire filled the somewhat chilly autumn air as Victor stood, watching some of the pack members leave while others chose to stay behind for the fire, a gathering that would surely last the rest of the day and then well into the night. For a moment, he just stood there, watching the children of the pack running around, up to god only knew what. He couldn't help but remember when it had been Astoria running around with the Roswell boys... and Henry as alpha. He didn't realize just how lost in thought he was until he heard Michael calling out to him. Turning, he saw the kid, now in his early twenties, running toward him, Victor's cell phone in hand, still ringing.
"This is the second call, unknown number," Michael insisted, handing over the phone. Upon answering, he didn't even get a single word out before he heard the voice, a voice he hadn't heard in almost four years. A few members of the pack, mostly those in his inner-circle, turned their attention to him as his face paled. Everyone else continued about their business, hardly noticing. On the other end, Jake sounded as though he was panicking, and for good reason. "Victor, you need to get her out of there, you need to get Astoria out of the city-"
"What do you mean? Why?" Victor responded, his eyes scanning the area for his daughter. "I don't have any time to explain, just get her out of there, now. I'm on my way." Jacob's voice was going in and out from the bad connection, to the point that Victor had to struggle to understand what he was saying. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Victor practically yelled into the phone, catching the attention of more people now. His eyes met Michael's questioning gaze as Jacob said one final thing. "He's coming for her." When the line went dead, Victor hung up his phone, ignoring any questioning looks he was receiving as he guided Michael into the cabin. "You need to get Astoria and Caleb out of the city."
When Jake's time ended for the call, he slammed the headset down on the receiver, trying to calm himself for just a moment. The hunter had become the hunted and, if he wasn't quick enough, Jacob would lose the one thing that he had to go home to. Not wasting another second, he pushed his way out of the phone booth, zipping his jacket as he climbed onto his bike, a black and blue motorcycle that he'd bought the year before, when he felt his truck was becoming too conspicuous.
On the road, he was sure he had never gone quite so fast and all the while he concentrated on one thing and one thing only. Though he'd wanted to catch up to and find Steven before he could get to Tori, Jake knew that wasn't going to happen. What he could do though, was get to her before anyone else could. The thought made him speed up, fallen leaves flying up in his wake, the motor roaring. He hadn't seen Illyri in over three and a half years, but as he drew closer, he knew every twist and turn like the back of his hand.
By the time he hit the forest roads, the sun was fading, leaving the cloudy sky a dark gray in color. Wind whipped at the branches of trees, blowing loose the drying leaves. It was on a deserted forest street that Jake came to a stop. Well, a nearly deserted street, that is. Some distance ahead of him, with that twisted and sadistic smile on his, was Steven. "You've come to the end of the road, mate," the vampire said in an Australian accent that was all too familiar to the werewolf. Jake revved his engine, wanting nothing more than to run the asshole over. "I can't have you following me into the city... you'll spoil all of my fun. And yet, I don't want you dead either." Jake made sure his helmet was strapped on tight enough, the visor down. "I'll try to leave some pieces of her behind for you." Steven flashed his fangs in a smile.
He'd had enough. With the sound of his engine coming to life again. Jake had every intention on running Steven over, his rage getting the best of him. In a flash, Steven dodged the bike, kicking it from the side. In a moment of pure chaos, Jake's motorcycle fell to the side, skidding a great deal of distance, along with its rider. When it finally came to a stop, Jacob felt as though he couldn't move for a moment, but managed to do so, rather slowly and painfully. Lifting the bike off of himself, Jake rolled onto his hands and knees, fumbling to get his helmet off. Before he could do so, he received a painful kick to the gut; a kick so hard that he rolled several feet.
Pulling off his helmet, Jake tossed it aside, his chest heaving. He looked up just in time to received a knee to the face. Nose busted and bleeding, Jake landed on his back, a swift kick to his stomach knocking the wind out of him. When Steven picked him up by the front of his jacket, Jake had only one thing to say. "Go to hell, you psychotic asshole." Steven only smiled. "I've already been there and back, my friend." Headbutting the werewolf, Steven threw him a few feet ahead of him, onto the ground. The slamming of a car's door finally tore his attention away before he looked back at Jacob, now barely conscious. "I think I'll go find a nice hotel room," he said laughing as Jake tried lifting his head. Slamming his foot down on Jake's leg, he could hear the sound of bones breaking, just as the man screamed in agony. "It looks like I'll be here for a while..." As Jake's eyesight failed him and blackness consumed him, Steven was gone in a blur of motion. The last thing he could remember was the feel of raindrops hitting his face, and the sound of someone yelling about 9-1-1.
Michael had never been so confused in his entire life. Without telling him exactly what was going on, Victor had given him his car keys and a wad of cash. When Mike questioned his alpha, he was told only that Victor would call him and update him as soon as he could. All he had to worry about was getting Astoria and Caleb out of the city, safely. He was sent with another pack member, a guy slightly older than himself, who was equally confused, but didn't dare disobey the alpha. With both men sitting in the front seat of Victor's car, and Astoria in back with Caleb, they'd been told to not pack or head back to their apartments or anything. They were to get out then and there.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!" Michael insisted, knowing Tori was frustrated. "I was just told to get you guys out of town." He glanced back in the rear view mirror at his nephew, a boy that reminded him so much of Jacob. In the back of his mind, Mike wondered if this had anything to do with his brother... but he knew full well that Jake had been gone for over three years, nearing four. As far as they knew, Jake was gone and never coming back. For all they knew, he could have been long dead. Without a father to watch over Caleb, Michael had been the male role model in the kid's life since the day he was born, all the time wondering if his brother even knew he had a son.
They were just coming out of the city, along the darkening forest road when Mike heard the god awful sound of screaming of an engine, the bending of metal and breaking glass, followed by the roaring of thunder. "What the fu-" he started to say, briefly forgetting the three year old in the car. It was the unmistakable sound of a crash and, knowing the rest of the road was likely deserted, Michael urged the car forward, figuring someone was in dire need of help. When they rounded the corner though, the sight that greeted them was an odd one to say the least. There, ahead of them, was a man, one that he couldn't quite make out, and on the ground in front of him was the figure of another man, one that they weren't close enough to identify.
The car's breaks squealed as Mike slammed them on, jumping from the car just as the man's scream pierced the air. In only a second, the attacker disappeared, leaving no doubt as to exactly what he was. The smell of vampire and werewolf was heavy in the air. The scent of werewolf was almost familiar to the young man, though he couldn't quite place it as he rushed to the biker's side. The other pack member, Alex, was jumping out of the car as well. "JESUS CHRIST, CALL NINE-ONE-ONE!" Mike called out to Alex. The sensation that filled him was one of confusion, fear and shock, each emotion flickering through his expression in a matter of a second. "Jake?!" He knelt by his brother, gently slapping his face and trying to rouse him. "JAKE! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!" Mike's eyes went from his unconscious brother, then to Astoria.
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