TWILIGHT UNCANON DRABBLE-A-THON

[kaiwynn]

LET'S DO THIS.

(This idea, by the way, was shamelessly stolen from fated_addiction and her epic RPF post of win.)

So, let's get straight to the point.

Comment to this entry with a drabble.

Here's the catch: it has to be centered around a non-canon ship (like Alice/Edward, for instance), which is a relationship that could never, ever happen in the books

Comments

Fighting with Fire - Jacob/Victoria - PG

[sunni_sideup]

She stands in the doorway, watching him cautiously. He freezes, his lips automatically curling into a snarl.

“You.” He hisses the words. “Look, I saved your life once, but that was the end of the deal. Don’t make me regret it.”

She only smiles and floats across the room on the balls of her feet. She settles in next to him on the bed, getting uncomfortably close. He tries to edge away, but there’s no more room.

“Oh, come on,” she says, laughing, but her eyes are careful. “If you wanted me dead, I wouldn’t have made it this far without you tearing me limb from limb.” She shakes her wild hair, throwing her terrible scent in his direction. He scowls fiercely, crossing his arms.

“What do you want?” he says after a very long pause.

She moves blindingly fast, pinning his arms against his sides. In a moment, he’s up against the wall and her teeth are at his neck, poised for a bite. She’s stronger than he imagined.

“I need you to help me,” she says. He knows he should be concentrating on getting free, but he barely hears her words. He’s distracted by her lips fluttering against his skin.

“How?” he finally mutters.

“I want her,” she whispers, a growl twisting her voice. “Get her alone, away from those vegetarians” - she sneers - “and bring her to me.”

It amazes him how hard it is to say no. This is Bella she’s talking about… but it’s so hard to remember Bella, so hard to think of her when his body is flooded with fire.

She seems to sense his indecision. She suddenly presses her mouth to his, parting his lips with her tongue. His eyes grow wide; he’s paralyzed. Her touch disgusts him… but it’s not adrenaline that quickens his pulse. Her hands - firm around his arms - are suddenly gentle, tender. He’s burning up, and her lips keep moving, becoming more and more frantic. She’s burning him alive.

She finally withdraws. His brain is disconnected; he reaches for her without thinking and manages to kiss her freckled cheek.

They stare at each other. She smiles, assured, then leans down to whisper in his ear,

“Don’t tell Bella.”

She’s gone, and all he can see is red.