The cemetery was deserted, that much was certain. A few leaves that had escaped from the trees grasp rolled aimlessly across the grass and pavement, caught in a dance with the small, wispy breeze. There was no sign of life, even the cemetery guard was smart enough to retire home as soon as the sun began to set. Yet the old man had no knowledge of what really went bump in the night, had no knowledge about those that fought them. But the stories he had heard and the howls that echoed from the nearby forest every month was enough to send him scurrying home; he was rather superstitious you see. Perhaps it was for the best if he wished to keep himself alive just a little longer.

The metallic scent of the crimson liquid was still strong in his senses even as he edged closer towards the edge of the forest, still burning his nostrils like it was something rather toxic. Between two trees, a silhouette was visible, just lingering there as if he was waiting, as if he was expecting something. But as everything remained unchanged, it was then that the figure stepped forward, the moon's light bathing the male in it's silver rays. The male had an average build, rather lean if anything. Dark brown hair was spiked up in it's usual fashion, his chocolate brown eyes somehow more intense in color than it should be, almost unnatural. His gaze settled onto the nearby cemetery, taking in the rows and columns of headstones that seemed to stretch further back than it should with a place of such population count. A frown creased onto the male's lips, softening the stoic expression he had on just moments before.

Taking another step forward, then another, Jacob Wayland made his way towards the cemetery. His attention was fully focused on his destination before him for a while, making sure that absolutely no one was there. He double checked and finally satisfied, Jacob tore his gaze away and looked up at the sky. Silver stars scattered across the black canvas then he looked at the moon and all her glory. She was almost full, even if he hadn't looked up, he was able to tell; for he felt the moon's rays like a human would feel the sun's. The only difference was that it was spine chillingly cold against his bare skin. There was a small tug against his chest, like the moon had a piece of rope wrapped around something inside him and pulled that thing closer every time the moon became fuller. Bringing the one thing he feared and despised closer to the surface. It was only one night away before he would lose control. Jacob's body shuddered, and not because of the cold night air either.

Lowering his gaze, he found himself just a few feet away from the gates. Upon reaching them, his right hand pushed of the the rusty gates forward, hearing it groan in protest and again when he closed it shut behind him. No longer stepping on the grass; his black and gray Etnies hit the concrete path, his footsteps breaking the silence. The ends of his black colored jeans scuffed against the ground, slightly too long for him, his hands slipped into the front pockets as he walked, one of his habits. His upper half was adorned with a dark gray crew jacket, left unzipped, the white t-shirt visible underneath.

Passing several rows of headstones, Jacob came to a brief stop and began to move between the sixth ad seventh row only to stop fully as he came to the third gravestone. Turning, his five feet ten frame over towered the stone, his eyes slowly settling onto the words etched onto the marble surface, never faltering. He stood there for a while, motionless, like he too had been turned into stone. A small breeze passed by, playing with his clothes, yet the werewolf failed to move. Once he did, his movements were fluid, graceful almost, stooping down, he was crouching down in front of the headstone, his hands had long left his pockets and now his right index finger was gently tracing over the letters that made the name:

Amelia Mason

As soon as his finger finished tracing the 'n', Jacob found himself closing his eyes shut tightly as rather unwanted memories flashed across his mind's eye. Jaw clenched as he watched apprehensively, trying desperately to stop them. Not now. He thought, almost pleading with himself. The tug against his chest became stronger, the creature wanted out, wanted to be free. But it wouldn't have to wait long, once the moon rose again tomorrow night, there was no way Jacob could stop it. The flashback ceased and Jacob slowly opened his eyes, pain evident within them. Pain, suffering and hate all rolled into one. It was only then that Jacob realized that his hand had been clenched tightly on the top of the headstone, his knuckles white with the force. It took a lot of his will power to release his grip, to calm himself down. He wasn't surprised by these outcomes; it happened everytime he came here and it hurt him everytime he did. So why continue to come? Because he found that he could never avoid this place. Not when he would never forgive himself for what he had done.

Eyes closed for the second time that night, chocolate brown irises hidden behind eyelids. This time the action was done peacefully as a wave of calm and tranquil feelings rushed through his body, trying to dispel the hatred he had for himself but failed miserably. Yet it felt comforting, his muscles relaxed, his mind no longer dwelling on dreaded thoughts, instead more pleasant ones fluttered across his mind's eye. Memories of when he had been human, which couldn't have been more than six months ago. Almost half a year; he was still considered a pup. And that was exactly what he was, unexperienced and curious. As the memories continued to consume him, the surroundings left him, his senses dulled and Jacob found himself wishing, no, hoping that this would never stop. But of course it had to, all good things came to an end. It was like he was watching a movie and the reel finished off. It was like you were watching your favorite band in concert and the time was too short for your liking. It wasn't enough.

A small stray sigh escaped passed his somewhat pale lips and eyes slowly opened. Senses crashed back into him all at once, sending him into a short-lived daze, he began to feel light headed, his vision fading to white for a brief moment, like when you stood up way too quickly after having lied down. As soon as he collected himself, a sound caused his head to jerk around towards the sound and his body to tense ever so slightly. It was a sharp and piercing sound, it cut through the silence like a knife. It held fear, that much he could tell, but fear from what was something he wasn't sure about. As soon as the sound came to a stop, Jacob focused on the other factors, the factors that weren't a noticeable. He heard the soft thumps against the ground, there were two patterns of those. He picked up two scents, both rather unfamiliar to him, yet, his instincts were telling him that they weren't exactly human. Sure, Jake wasn't able to receive the right sorts of training, but he managed to distinguish between human scents and those that weren't.

A rather worried look crossed Jacob's face momentarily, rather unsure what was happening but certain that the two unknowns were coming closer. Heading for the cemetery and like clockwork, the cemetery doors flew open with such force that it caught Jacob off guard, causing his body to jerk and his eyes to dart towards the scene before him. He watched as the girl ran passed him quickly, his eyes followed, still remaining in his crouching position. Then in the corner of his eye, Jacob caught sight of the second, a male made his entrance now, running in the same direction of the girl. No, running after her; he didn't need his werewolf instincts to tell him that something wasn't exactly right.

Yet even with that fact, Jacob was rather confused at the sudden, spontaneous scene. Pushing himself onto his feet slowly, he revealed his five feet ten frame once more yet remained between the sixth and seventh row of gravestones, barely making an effort to move. His human part was telling him to wait, to try and figure out what was happening, his instincts were telling him to help while his beast half was yelling at him to join in the chase. It was tempting; to run after them, join in whatever the other male was planning to do. His beast half had very strong predatoric instincts, even if the female was in fact of the same species. Jacob pushed down his more canine urges and focused on the other two. The werewolf didn't really need much though; the scene was quickly unraveling before him.

The girl had crashed onto the ground, which he guessed to be exhaustion from the way her chest heaved up and down, the other male had quickly came upon her and then there was the struggle. It was enough, Jacob could already feel the anger well up within him, spreading through his body quickly, blazing through him like a forest fire. Jaw was clenched, hands balled into fists as he realized the male's intention. Jacob couldn't just stand there and watch, no, it was like he was watching one of his dreaded memories all over again. He had to stop this. That was the only action he's accept, the only one that made sense.

Every step he took caused the anger to grow, every step caused him to move faster and faster and he was suddenly on the other male- who was too intent on the girl to really notice him. Right hand rushed forward, grabbing the man by the back of his shirt and jerked him back and up roughly with one swift movement. At the same time, a threatening growl emitted from Jacob's lips and he moved fluidly, turning ever so slightly and shoving the male away from both himself and the girl. Jacob stood there, muscles tensed, ready to react as he waited for the male to turn around. The werewolf was filled not only with anger towards the other male, but anger towards himself as well. And that was enough to give Jacob all the strength and confidence he needed if a fight was to follow.

There was that scream again, only this time closer than before. Jacob glanced behind him briefly, catching sight of the female stumbling behind a nearby headstone. Good, at least he didn't have to worry about her if the other male decided to attack. Upon that thought, he returned his gaze to the current threat and just in time too; the male werewolf was lunging in towards him. Luckily for Jacob, the male didn't seem to be at his best, allowing Jake to shift ever so slightly and dodge the lunge. For the second time, Jake caught hold of the back of the male's shirt and pulled him back, keeping him away from the girl as much as possible and at the same time trying to avoid hurting the other male unless necessary.

They were pretty much back at square one, except this time, the male didn't attack, instead, he just raised his hands up. Jacob never relaxed, however, not wanting to take the chance incase it was all just an act. Features remained stoic, listening to the other male speak carefully, registering his words only made Jake slightly more angrier. Do what he wanted with her? The male made it sound like she was some sort of toy- which she probably was in the other werewolf's eyes. A small murmur left his lips in quickly, no doubt Jacob was cursing. Shaking his head, he watched as the male headed off, the urge to run after him rose up again but he fought it down. Fought down the urge to hunt and kill.

Turning his head to his left as soon as he saw her next to him in the corner of his eye, Jacob's stoic face relaxed slightly. She must have been alright seeing as she had the guts to use rather colorful vocabulary- a small flicker of a smile formed at that thought but it soon disappeared as quickly as it came. It was only then, standing so close to her, that he noticed the familiar scent of blood. Blood that was oozing out from the cuts on her palms, lips and face. A look of genuine concern appeared in his eyes, turning so that his body was facing her now. Lips parted, about to speak, but she seemed to beat him to it.

It wasn't the outcome he expected, wincing slightly as she screamed. At first, Jacob thought the other male had returned- despite the fact that he didn't pick up the scent- so he turned around, half expecting to see the male's features glaring at him but there was no one. No one but himself and the female. He turned around to face her again, just around the same time she began to fall and his right hand shot out, meaning to prevent her from meeting the ground but he was a moment too late. The werewolf just remained silent, staying where he was, allowing the female to collect herself together, chocolate brown eyes just watched her timidly. As soon as she spoke, he raised an eyebrow; he would have thought his actions were obvious, he thought she would have known that he had gotten the other off her to help her out. Apparently not.

With a small raise and drop of his shoulder, Jacob just gave her a small shrug. "There's no other reason apart from me helping you." He said in a small murmur, speaking for the first time that night. Hands found their way into the front pocket of his jeans and he just studied her again, rather unsure what she had done to deserve such a outcome that he had managed to help prevent but it wasn't any of his business to know really. Eyes diverted off of her out of respect, and also to avoid making it look like he was eying her- which he wasn't. "You should get those wounds cleaned up." He said again after a while, using the word 'you' rather than 'we'; still not up for helping her more than what was necessary.

Glancing around the cemetery briefly, his eyes settled on the top of the headstone he had been beside when he had arrived here. A small grim smile left his lips, in a form of a silent farewell and he looked over at the girl, giving her a brief nod before he started to take off. Footsteps were heard again, making sure silence didn't have a chance to settle once more. He began to move passed her, keeping his gaze ahead and his movements subtle as he decided that it was time he left this place, no matter how much his human part wanted to help her out.

"I'll live." The tone of her voice as she said those two words brought around a faint smile onto his lips. Of course she would live, she may have looked fragile, but she was like him: a werewolf. They more durable than a human was. But still, she may heal faster than the human rate, but if an infection got into the wounds, well, it wasn't a very pleasurable feeling. A werewolf's sense of feeling was heightened, so an infection would itch like crazy. The male werewolf didn't pause in hi tracks, let alone turn around, when she spoke, instead he just continued on walking down the concrete pathway that would lead him towards the cemetery gates.

Jacob was rather surprised to find her following him- well, that or she was going in the same direction. He could hear her quiet, almost silent, footfalls trailing along behind him casually. Turning his head ever so slightly, he glanced over his shoulder, spotting her figure from the corner of his eyes before calmly looking ahead once again, a few loose pieces of gravel crunching beneath his shoes. Her aura just gently pricked on the outskirts of his senses, he was keeping an eye on her without really keeping an eye on her, if that made any sense once so ever. Jake took note of the rows he passed an how long the distance was until he reached the gates.

"Why did you help me?" A very good question, even he had to admit that. But Jacob had a very simple and logical answer to that. His pace slowed down slightly, a small gesture to indicate that he didn't mind if she wished to catch up with him and actually walk beside him rather than behind. If they were going to walk, he preferred that they were walking side-by-side when they did so, to save him feeling awkward by conversing with someone walking behind him. Then again, he could always stop, but Jake had already had enough of the cemetery for tonight. Glancing over his shoulder once again, he looked back ahead before he replied. "You needed help, so I offered you mine." Okay, so he didn't offer it, he gave it. Same difference.

As the name reached him, Jacob couldn't help but wonder why the girl had become attached to him to the extent that she was willing to continue conversing even when he showed little interest in staying to chat. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, just cautious. You helped her out, of course she would want to get to know you a little bit more. He thought, coming to such a conclusion. He could have used the phrase 'you saved her' but he was a bit too modest to even consider thinking it. In his eyes, he just merely gave her a helping hand for there was that possibility that even if he didn't step in, she might have got herself out of the situation anyway. Yes, what a strange and complex mind, but Jacob wasn't really ordinary and simple to begin with. "Katie." He repeated, echoing her introduction. That was good, at least now he could stop referring her as 'the girl' in his mind.

Letting silence settle just after her request for his name, Jacob continued on walking, giving no indication that he had even heard her question. Just like that, walked without even turning to look at her. Another cool breeze rushed by and the male werewolf found himself focusing on the continuous tug against his chest, the more he focused on the feeling, the more he had this strange feeling to howl at the almost-full moon. An act that- if he decided to carry out- would come out as a broken, almost squeaky sound rather than a howl in his human form. Pushing down the urge and fixing his attention on the fact that he had reached the gate, Jacob's right hand left his side and fingers took on a lose grasp on one of the iron bars.

The squeaky sound never followed as Jacob failed to pull the gate open, instead, it was then that he turned around ever so slightly, his body close to facing Katie but not quite. Intense, chocolate brown eyes moved calmly and slowly before stopping to settle on her face. The werewolf took the time to look at her, really look at her, not just scan her briefly like he did before. He took in the details that he had failed to notice before, such as the color of her eyes, the way that her upper and bottom lip fit together like two pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, it was all done in a few short seconds. She was gorgeous, he had to admit that, and he knew it had nothing to do with a werewolf's enhanced beauty and sex appeal and what not, such an acquired attribute was immune to other werewolves. "Name's Jacob." He murmured, and by the time he said the 'ob' part of his name, his eyes had already left her, his arm muscles flexing ever so slightly as he pulled the gate open and heard it groan once again.

Even with the gate fully open, his hand remained on the bar, standing there, hardly moving. It seemed he had gone back into his statue-like state. Then he looked over at Katie again, a small warm smile on his features, his free hand giving a brief movement to gesture for her to head through first. It was a simple act of chivalry, but that was the way Jacob had been brought up. He had been waiting for her to head through first.