New York Is Not My Lady - One Shot

[✯Jacob Black✯]

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[atrb=background, i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx32/ImYoursTaylor/jacobmiddle-1.png] It was midnight downtown in New York City. It was a cold night, but it didn't bother who were dancing to the high music at the downtown club. Jacob was watching everyone dancing with blind eyes, deep in thought. His attention turned to his friend Skyla dancing in the crowd. He thought of things he hadn't thought in years. He was thinking about home. He allowed the beat of the heavy music to flow through him. The coloured lights to flicker over him as he thought. He was so confused to what to do and feel. He wanted to go home. He missed his family, friends and the pack. He missed his old life. The good healthy life he had left behind two years ago. He wanted to go home that very second, but two things were stopping him. Bella and Skyla. He didn't know if Bella would still be around or not. He didn't want to know what had happened after the wedding. He didn't want to know if she was dead or alive, because the truth could either make him feel better or worse to how he already felt. He didn't want to see her. He didn't want to know anything outside of La Push. He wanted to run on his lands again, feel his home ocean flow over his skin again. He wanted to take control, like what he was getting urged to do by his inner wolf. He knew that he was the rightful Alpha and now, he wanted to take on the responsibilities of what it took to be an Alpha. He wanted to take charge and get over the past. But he was fearful that he couldn't. He also knew that Bella was his imprint and that was causing him all the pain. He didn't want to go home at the same time, because if he did and Bella was still there, and a vampire, he knew the pain would only come back again. In his mind, he had fought too hard for too long to have that pain come back. He took the last sip of his drink, slammed down the glass and stood to his feet, walking out of the club and outside to get some air. He leant up against the brick wall, just outside the door of the club. His left foot rested against the wall. He took deep breaths of the fresh icy air. Calming himself as he thought deeper. He wondered if Skyla would come home with him. He wanted her to. The pack would love her, and he knew that Leah would like to know a female werewolf. After all, before he met Skyla, Leah was the only female werewolf known in history. He knew that Skyla had her family here, her life was here in New York, but from what she had told him, it wasn't much of a family or life. He worried what she would be come if she did stay and he left. He had saved her life countless times since he had met her. Over dosing on drugs, gangsters, drinking, you name it, he had saved her from it. He was sure that she would come though, but if she didn't, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He didn't want to go back home and find that he was no longer wanted and then run off again and get the same treatment from her too, all because he was the one who run off from her. At least here, I know where I stand, he thought, looking to the footpath. As a man walked out of the club, he saw Skyla still dancing. He smiled and then looked to the moon in the sky. It was full and blue. He felt like howling, but didn't. It would only blow his cover here. At least in La Push, he didn't have to hide who and what he was. His people understood the pack's secret. Here, he was only living a lie. He was hiding himself, who he was and he no longer wanted to do that. While watching the full moon, he made a decision. He was going home. . .