t was a rare day off for Jake, he’d spent the best part of the past week alternating between running the border and sleeping, coming across a variety of different bloodsuckers, the scents sticking in his head for familiarity reasons. And because the stink was enough to give anyone a headache. Bella had been handling things…well, given the circumstances. She’d busied herself with school, and finding time to see Jacob (or Jacob crashing out at hers) when he wasn’t running patrol. He could tell there was more to it than she was letting on, but he refused to push her for answers. She opened up over time, this he’d learnt from times before. Pushing her wasn’t going to help anyone.

Today, Jake would be…shopping. Eugh, he hated shopping. But with everything going on, he’d been rapidly phasing through clothes more often than he’d admitted to Billy. His dad didn’t have much money as it was, Jake couldn’t handle him paying out for yet more clothes that he would likely destroy within a matter of weeks. It was part and parcel of being a wolf, and having a temper. Two things Jake would much rather be without…before everything had happened he’d been much more easy, carefree…stupid wolf heritage had put an end to that.

Parking up in Port Angeles, Jacob sighed. He placed the motorbike carefully on its stand and ignored the shifty stares he was getting. Jacob stood far above most regular people, and he had filled out to a size that made him look more like a thirty year old…not a normal sixteen year old. This also caused problems when it came to finding clothes, finding stuff to fit was just annoying. As he took a breath in, he noticed an unfamiliar stink…he rolled his eyes. Great. On his day off too. Hoping not to run into said bloodsucker, he headed toward the shops and made his way into the first clothing store.

As he entered, the stink hit him harder. His eyes scanned the store, and it wasn’t long before Jacob pinpointed who it was resinating from. He stood out like a sore thumb - his attire from…well he wasn’t sure where, but definitely not from this small town. Jacob frowned as he heard the bloodsuckers comment - like he’d not heard that one before - and made his way over to the stranger. “Lost, are we?” he growled under his breath, trying to not draw too much attention to their conversation, “you look to be a long way from home,” the distinct British accent hadn’t been the first Jake had come across. What was with these vampires?

acob grinned as the vampire turned to face him, it seemed as though he had caught him off guard. Good! He liked having the element of surprise when it came down to it. The bloodsucker was shorter than him, though that wasn’t difficult – most people were. He crossed his arms and stood straight, listening out for any others – though it seemed as though he was alone. Jacob was a bit shocked when the bloodsucker turned his back on him, a very daring move…he didn’t know any vampires that would knowingly turn their back on a werewolf. Jacob scoffed at his comment; that explained a lot – he had no idea what Jake was or the damage he could do.

“You don’t know what I am?” He raised an eyebrow at the back of the bloodsuckers head, well…this could be fun. “I’m your worst nightmare, mate” he grinned, imitating the vampires British accent in a low voice, he didn’t want to draw too much attention to the two of them. People had already eyed the two suspiciously – after all they were total opposites, and looked nothing like two friends just hanging out. Surely there was something in the bloodsuckers nature that alerted him to the natural enemy – after all, as a wolf the fever hit them when a new vampire came into town. “Jacob Black, wolf and natural enemy to the bloodsuckers of this world.” A wicked grin spread across his face, it felt good to have the upper hand for a change, and should Mr British Bloodsucker try anything funny…Jake was prepared.

He watched carefully as the bloodsucker browsed the clothes in front of him – wondering what on earth it was he was looking for. Having eyeballed him a few times, Jacob figured he wouldn’t find much to his…um…taste here. It was more what Jake was used to wearing, vest tops and shorts combo – very casual and easy to phase in, especially when he was caught unaware. Jacob refused to spend decent money on fancy clothes when in reality they weren’t really going to last very long at all – though controlling his temper had got a lot better recently, he put that down to the calming influence of Bella.

Pulled from his thoughts, the bloodsucker went on to inform him of his lifestyle. Jacob rolled his eyes, he didn’t care much about the choices the bloodsuckers made – as long as they understood the treaty. “I’m only here to reinforce the laws, if you’re not causing problems I’ll take a step back…for now…Jefferson.” He grimaced, the name was unfamiliar – as if from another time. Bloodsuckers, it seems like they’ve all been round for centuries. “So preying on the weak and vulnerable is okay?” he raised his eyebrow, blood banks was one thing, you know…stealing from donations wasn’t great but at least it didn’t involve biting anyone.

Looking the suit up and down, Jake gave a blank stare, “I’m really not a fashion expert,” he indicated to the get-up he was currently in…khaki shorts and a grey vest. Nothing special. “If you want modern formal wear you want Seattle.” His words were blunt, not really sure what to make of Jefferson. One thing was for sure, another vamp in the area meant he’d be on the lookout for kids on the res going through the motions. This was getting ridiculous. He signed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other with impatience.