Spitefic: Unfair
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twispiteficTitle: Unfair
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gehayi
Fandom(s): New Moon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,023
Summary: Bella wants to have her cake and eat it too. Jacob isn't going to let her.
Chapter Inspiration: Chapter 18 – The Funeral
I sniffed and stared at his big feet. “But you’ll wait, right? You’ll still be my friend, even though I love Alice, too?”
Jacob shook his head. “No. I won’t.”
“But why?” I wailed. “Jacob, don’t you see how unfair you’re being?”
“I’m being unfair?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “You’re the one who couldn’t be bothered to pick up a phone and tell me that a goddamned vampire was in town--and that it wasn’t Victoria or any of her minions--and I’m being unfair? I’ve been busting my ass eight to twelve hours a night trying to keep you alive, and so has the rest of the pack--but we’re being unfair? I saved you from drowning thanks to your own stupid suicide attempt and I’m being fucking UNFAIR?”
I cringed. I didn’t want to have to listen to him shouting; it was unpleasant. And what if Alice came back? She wouldn’t understand why he was so angry, and I wouldn’t be able to explain it. I barely understood myself.
“Jacob,” I said, gazing up at him, “I thought we were friends.”
He laughed bitterly. “Friends, huh? You know, I’ve been trying to think of one nice thing you ever did for me or my dad. Just one. And all I can remember is you being flattering when you want me to do something and bitchy as hell when you don’t get your way. I’ve talked to my dad about you, too. Do you know that he despises the way you’ve treated us both--calling up, ordering him to make me talk to you? Barging into our house and looking down your nose at what we own? I don’t think you’ve even told my dad that you’re sorry Harry Clearwater died!”
“Well, I didn’t know him,” I protested. Really, Jacob was being completely unreasonable. “Why would I mourn for someone I didn’t even know?”
“Like, oh, all the hunters and hikers that Victoria and her minions have been slaughtering for months? Yeah, right. Why would you give a shit about them? They were only humans--just like I’m only a werewolf. And humans and werewolves don’t count.” The fury in his eyes would have set Pluto on fire. “I bet you’d be sorry if one of the Cullens died, though, wouldn’t you? In fact, I bet you’d mourn the death of any vampire, no matter how vicious.”
I swallowed with difficulty. “That—that’s different.”
“Sure it is. You’re vampire-sexual. You’d fuck anything as long as it was an animated corpse. In fact, I think you’d fuck a maggoty corpse, as long as it was named Cullen.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“Yes. You are.” He shook his head. “You know, I can’t believe you. All that fuss and melodrama about how much you lahved Wardo, and four months later you’re having cuddlefests with his sister in your living room. So much for true love. And don’t tell me you weren’t making out with her. I can smell her spoor all over you. She stinks of moldy stone and stale blood.” So saying, he turned to go.
“I don’t understand,” I said, pretending to weep. “I don’t know why you hate the Cullens so much. They’re good!”
He turned back, his expression unreadable. “I’ll tell you, then. William Knoseley. Elspeth Ingram. Jane Ovington. Rab Ovington. John Ovington. Jennet Cutler—”
“I don’t know any of those people!”
“They’re Carlisle Cullen’s first kills--the ones who died before he learned that he could live on animals. Sam makes us memorize lists of vampires’ victims, if we can identify who killed them. He says it keeps them alive in memory, and teaches us the cost of failure. That if we don’t do our utmost, people will die.”
I ignored most of this as unimportant. “But...but Carlisle said that he never killed anyone.”
He rolled his eyes. “Wow. A vampire not considering a human being to be anyone. I’m shocked. You want another list? How about the victims of Alice Cullen--or should I say, Mary Alice Brandon?” I gasped; he ignored it. “Or what about all the humans your serial killer boyfriend slaughtered for a decade or more? I bet he doesn’t remember who they were, if he ever bothered to find out. But I do.”
“I don’t understand,” I wailed.
“God, you’re stupid,” he muttered. “Try this on for size, Bella--vampires are killers. They murder people who can’t fight back. Now, I may not be human” --I thought I saw a tic start in his left cheek as he said that--“but I’m not a monster. Monsters destroy humans. Werewolves protect them. There’s a difference. Only for some dumb reason you’re siding with the monsters. And…I can’t condone that. None of us can.
“So the protection stops now.”
“Why?” I said, staring at him. “I don’t—”
“Maybe you would understand if you spent a little less time sitting on your brains!” he snapped. “You didn’t warn us! You knew there was a killer in town and you didn’t warn the people who were trying to protect you and the human beings in this town! You couldn’t even be bothered to tell us that you were safe! Because the only thing that mattered to you was cuddling with the killer.
“You’ve made it clear that your loyalty is to the Cullens. And we don’t protect the Cullens. The Cullens and their kind are the enemy.”
“But—Victoria.”
“Well, what about her? She’ll either kill you--which shouldn’t bother you, since you’re suicidal half the time anyway--or she’ll turn you. And given how little you think of humans and human life, that should be an easy transition.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Jacob gazed at me, shrugged, then walked toward the door.
An instant before he left, he paused and spoke without turning around. “You know, even after I knew about you and Edward, I hoped that you wouldn’t want to become a murdering monster. The kind I’m sworn to kill.”
As I searched for the right words, he slammed open the front door, strode out, and was gone.
Author:
gehayiFandom(s): New Moon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,023
Summary: Bella wants to have her cake and eat it too. Jacob isn't going to let her.
Chapter Inspiration: Chapter 18 – The Funeral
I sniffed and stared at his big feet. “But you’ll wait, right? You’ll still be my friend, even though I love Alice, too?”
Jacob shook his head. “No. I won’t.”
“But why?” I wailed. “Jacob, don’t you see how unfair you’re being?”
“I’m being unfair?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe his ears. “You’re the one who couldn’t be bothered to pick up a phone and tell me that a goddamned vampire was in town--and that it wasn’t Victoria or any of her minions--and I’m being unfair? I’ve been busting my ass eight to twelve hours a night trying to keep you alive, and so has the rest of the pack--but we’re being unfair? I saved you from drowning thanks to your own stupid suicide attempt and I’m being fucking UNFAIR?”
I cringed. I didn’t want to have to listen to him shouting; it was unpleasant. And what if Alice came back? She wouldn’t understand why he was so angry, and I wouldn’t be able to explain it. I barely understood myself.
“Jacob,” I said, gazing up at him, “I thought we were friends.”
He laughed bitterly. “Friends, huh? You know, I’ve been trying to think of one nice thing you ever did for me or my dad. Just one. And all I can remember is you being flattering when you want me to do something and bitchy as hell when you don’t get your way. I’ve talked to my dad about you, too. Do you know that he despises the way you’ve treated us both--calling up, ordering him to make me talk to you? Barging into our house and looking down your nose at what we own? I don’t think you’ve even told my dad that you’re sorry Harry Clearwater died!”
“Well, I didn’t know him,” I protested. Really, Jacob was being completely unreasonable. “Why would I mourn for someone I didn’t even know?”
“Like, oh, all the hunters and hikers that Victoria and her minions have been slaughtering for months? Yeah, right. Why would you give a shit about them? They were only humans--just like I’m only a werewolf. And humans and werewolves don’t count.” The fury in his eyes would have set Pluto on fire. “I bet you’d be sorry if one of the Cullens died, though, wouldn’t you? In fact, I bet you’d mourn the death of any vampire, no matter how vicious.”
I swallowed with difficulty. “That—that’s different.”
“Sure it is. You’re vampire-sexual. You’d fuck anything as long as it was an animated corpse. In fact, I think you’d fuck a maggoty corpse, as long as it was named Cullen.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“Yes. You are.” He shook his head. “You know, I can’t believe you. All that fuss and melodrama about how much you lahved Wardo, and four months later you’re having cuddlefests with his sister in your living room. So much for true love. And don’t tell me you weren’t making out with her. I can smell her spoor all over you. She stinks of moldy stone and stale blood.” So saying, he turned to go.
“I don’t understand,” I said, pretending to weep. “I don’t know why you hate the Cullens so much. They’re good!”
He turned back, his expression unreadable. “I’ll tell you, then. William Knoseley. Elspeth Ingram. Jane Ovington. Rab Ovington. John Ovington. Jennet Cutler—”
“I don’t know any of those people!”
“They’re Carlisle Cullen’s first kills--the ones who died before he learned that he could live on animals. Sam makes us memorize lists of vampires’ victims, if we can identify who killed them. He says it keeps them alive in memory, and teaches us the cost of failure. That if we don’t do our utmost, people will die.”
I ignored most of this as unimportant. “But...but Carlisle said that he never killed anyone.”
He rolled his eyes. “Wow. A vampire not considering a human being to be anyone. I’m shocked. You want another list? How about the victims of Alice Cullen--or should I say, Mary Alice Brandon?” I gasped; he ignored it. “Or what about all the humans your serial killer boyfriend slaughtered for a decade or more? I bet he doesn’t remember who they were, if he ever bothered to find out. But I do.”
“I don’t understand,” I wailed.
“God, you’re stupid,” he muttered. “Try this on for size, Bella--vampires are killers. They murder people who can’t fight back. Now, I may not be human” --I thought I saw a tic start in his left cheek as he said that--“but I’m not a monster. Monsters destroy humans. Werewolves protect them. There’s a difference. Only for some dumb reason you’re siding with the monsters. And…I can’t condone that. None of us can.
“So the protection stops now.”
“Why?” I said, staring at him. “I don’t—”
“Maybe you would understand if you spent a little less time sitting on your brains!” he snapped. “You didn’t warn us! You knew there was a killer in town and you didn’t warn the people who were trying to protect you and the human beings in this town! You couldn’t even be bothered to tell us that you were safe! Because the only thing that mattered to you was cuddling with the killer.
“You’ve made it clear that your loyalty is to the Cullens. And we don’t protect the Cullens. The Cullens and their kind are the enemy.”
“But—Victoria.”
“Well, what about her? She’ll either kill you--which shouldn’t bother you, since you’re suicidal half the time anyway--or she’ll turn you. And given how little you think of humans and human life, that should be an easy transition.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Jacob gazed at me, shrugged, then walked toward the door.
An instant before he left, he paused and spoke without turning around. “You know, even after I knew about you and Edward, I hoped that you wouldn’t want to become a murdering monster. The kind I’m sworn to kill.”
As I searched for the right words, he slammed open the front door, strode out, and was gone.
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