Far Too Young To Die [Belle]

[Jackson Whittemore]

Nothing made him more motivated than the Alpha's did. Sure they just wanted to cause them all bodily harm, and would like nothing more to maim and kill him, his pack and his friends, but that's not why they motivated him. They motivated him because more than anything he saw what they had. Strength. He had sought the bite, to make him a better player. To make him better than Scott McCall the dork that he had to share co-captain with. And sure Scott had a lot more practice controlling himself at school, and during the full moon, but that was mainly due to the fact that the nerd had been doing it longer. Not that he was better than him.

It was Monday, which meant that it was just another week closer to winter break. He hoped that it would snow, and that for once, he might get to shove a ball full of snow and ice into Stiles' face. Sure he tolerated him, but by any means, they were not anywhere near to adding each other on Facebook. 

Jackson whipped his car, his gun metal gray Porsche, into the parking lot, and snagged the spot right up by the front. He adjusted his sunglasses, and checked himself in the mirror before getting out. Even he had to admit that with all the training that he had been doing, he looked better than ever. 

Not even two seconds onto campus, some freshmen that were dicking around had bumped into his car. He could feel his eyes flash blue, the anger inside of him swelling. He had to choke back the urge to grab the kid by the throat, and rip him to shreds right there in broad daylight. "That car is worth more than your parents probably make." Jackson gave the kid a once over with his eyes, narrowing them as he took in just what a mess he was.

"If I see you near it, or even looking at it, I will make your life a living HELL."  And coming from him, it was not a threat that he dealt out without the confidence that he exuded to back him up. 

[Belle Wolffang]

HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?

To say that Belle wouldn't have been surprised when she heard Jackson yelling from across the parking lot of the school. The first time she had met him--he didn't seem all that bad to be around, though now that she was hearing the yelling--it felt like he was more of a snob currently. Though it didn't change the fact that his soul was saying otherwise.

Though she was concerned by his attitude currently. She started walking up towards Jackson as her brother and Ivan walked towards the school instead. It was best considering Belle was sure that Seth would have started something. She walked near Jackson blocking him from the kids he had been currently yelling at, "well howdy Jackson--it's been quite a tilly hasn't it?"

If anything she was good at distracting others from something they wanted to hate. Belle stared at Jackson with a tilt of her head as she smiled widely at him, "now now Jackson. I'm sure it was just an accident." Belle touched his arms as she had done so the very night. Her calm demeator setting towards Jackson, "really Jackson--material things shouldn't matter."

She moved her hand away as she placed them behind her back as she continued to stand near Jackson. She looked at the doors towards the door as she looked back to Jackson, "so--we going to go in? Or do you want to continue to stand there brooding? Come on Jackson, look not even a dent or smear. So stop fussing over it like a mother hen."

She entwined her arm around Jackson's arm as she moved forward, possibly dragging him along with her. She was very sure she had possibly surprised almost everyone around them, but she didn't care. She looked at Jackson for a moment though, "something is on your soul's mind....."

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Jackson Whittemore]

So apparently Mondays were not Jackson's' favorite. Not even on the school grounds for less than a minute and he was already snapping at random students. He almost felt a bit like his old self, before all of the werewolf stuff had happened to him. But he needed to remember that everything as a wolf is heightened for him. Sure he could smell that for breakfast that kid had just downed a Mt. Dew and didn't bother to brush is teeth for the past few days, and he could see clear as day across the grass that someone was furiously texting their mom to bring them their essay that they had forgotten at home. But his emotions. Those were the most heightened for him.

Sure all of them had to deal with it, but for him, as anger was such a part of who he was, it was hard to gain control, even over the smallest of things. As he was contemplating hurting the kid, a scent filled his nose. It smelled like a mixture of homemade sweet tea, a splash of raspberry kiwi shampoo, and a dash of something that he just couldn't put is finger on, but it smelt burnt.

And without a doubt, his nose was right, as Belle, who seemed to almost float as she walked, her good mood spilling out onto just about everyone that she passed. She chastised him for the mood that he was in, and she was right, his body and inner wolf screaming that she was wrong. Before he could even open his mouth, and tell her where to stick her sunny disposition, Belle had placed her hand on him, and wrapped her arm into is, and she was already calming him down. Half of him wanted to throw his claws out and growl at her, the other half was happy that she had been the one to run into him on a day that he was already so out of control.

"We- ah, what?" He was confused for a second, not aware that they had already started their journey into the school. "Well, when you look this good, someone has to pout about it. Why not me?" He flashed her a smile, that his face wasn't prepared to show. He unlinked their arms, and shook his head.

He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Don't, do the...the thing with me."

[Belle Wolffang]

HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?

Right.......

Like she was suppose to believe that what everyone care about was that he was looking good. She shook her head as she looked at him crossing her arms across her chest, her large cross-shaped scar showing just at the center of her chest and down. Her burn scar on her hip showing a tad bit due to the belly cut blouse she was wearing, sometime she wondered about this boy.

His smile was fake.....

Even his joking attitude for a moment was fake.....

Something was wrong and her senses were on high alert about that. She placed her hands against her hips as his voice seemingly lowered as he asked her not to do that again. She tilted her head with a confused expression before sudden realization hit her face, "right sorry--I still have trouble controlling it."

"That's not the issue though......"

She leaned forward looking at him even if he tried to hide his face away, she knew something was wrong just by looking at him. She straightened after that though, "come on--you're hardly like this most days, what's up with today?" She wagged a finger at him, "annnd don't give me that Garfield line--I hate mondays."

Her bright smile flashed again, "because everyone hates monday."

She tapped at her chin as she was lost in thought, "could it be you're worried about certain others in town? We Hounds see all.... Even if we don't want to." Belle stood unsteadily as she jutted her left hip out, "this town smells more like death every day--it's hard to keep up with the soul count, and I'm sure paw has been trying his best to keep me and brother out of it."

MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE

[Jackson Whittemore]

Jackson new all too well about having control issues. Fact of the matter, if he could control everything, he would. It was something that he craved, and being a wolf, didn't really help him in the ways he thought it might. Sure he was a better athlete, but now, he had even less control of his anger, and his dreams had never been darker.

He thought at the dreams that he had been having. bodies littering the high school, blood dripping from his claws. And it was all his fault. Sure he didn't have any control over himself when he was a Kanima, but now, all he felt was guilt for the things that he had been made to do. "Its just been a rough couple of days." Sure he considered Belle friendly, but he wasn't just going to blurt his feelings out just anyone. Especially someone who knew more about what he felt than he did.

The two of them were going to have a weird friendship. Jackson didn't know where Derek even stood on being friends with other supernatural beings, but as long as she kept to the code and didn't kill anyone, well he considered her to be on their side.

He pulled out a real smile, she cared and that was more than most teenagers. She had no choice but sure, he liked that someone other than himself cared about what was going on.

"To be honest, everything that has happened, has changed me. I used to only worry about being the popular guy. Having the hottest girlfriend, and being the best on the lacrosse team. Now it all seems pointless...if I can't protect those that I care about."

Jackson didn't know why he had just shared something so personal, but to say it out loud helped, like a weight had been lessened, if only by a bit.

[Belle Wolffang]

Jackson

Sorry for the late reply hun!

"It's been a rough couple of days."

Belle couldn't help the cold chill that went up her spine every time they entered the school. She looked around, but couldn't find where exactly the chill had come from. It wasn't something that would be normal on such a warm day, "I know how you feel....."

With every death--that meant the more souls to collect. Sometimes her family or even her couldn't gather every soul that seem to be multiplying since coming into town. It was very unnatural and neither Belle or the rest of her family liked it, "it keeps multiplying--it's not natural.... I hate it....."

"To be honest, everything that has happened, has changed me. I used to only worry about being the popular guy. Having the hottest girlfriend, and being the best on the lacrosse team. Now it all seems pointless...if I can't protect those that I care about."

Belle looked at Jackson for a moment, "Jackson--there's an old saying... You can't change fate, but in my opinion--I believe fates can be altered." She lifted her hand as though she had touched something very fragile in front of her. She looked gently at Jackson, "sometimes---"

"---we see more then souls and emotions... I can see multiple threads, but I can never tell where mine or anyone else's goes... My father could always see more than me, and I sometimes envy him for it. Though I wish we can save every soul he sees their fate, and sometimes it can not be changed. The souls that can be changed however are by those that don't believe that fate is absolute...."

She was very sure she didn't make sense at that moment as she looked at Jackson, "I'm sorry--I was rambling again...."

Made by Lati of GS and PRE

[Jackson Whittemore]

It was easy to talk with Belle. She was soft, and calm, and her southern drawl was something that was desired in California. The hallways of the school, seemed smaller. Everything to him did. Nothing really mattered to him, except the safety of his friends, and himself. Sure graduating was important, but Jackson just wasn't able to focus on that. Hell, he had even forgotten all of his lacrosse gear at home, and was sure that coach was going to rip into him for that.

Eyes flicked towards the two of them, and rumors were sure to spread that something was going on between them. Jackson, with the newer girl. Not Lydia. He shook his head as Belle talked about fates and souls in a hushed whisper. Belle had made Jackson think about fate. Something that he had put himself into, or was it that he was supposed to be somewhere else, and something else to stop something in the future?

And of course that kind of thinking, made him almost touch on the subject of being the Kanima in his mind for a quick second, but this wasnt the time or the place for him to get a surge of anger, and lash out against something or someone with his claws. Belle grabbed something in the air that he couldn't see, and he knew it had to be something important, but she went on apologizing for rambling and they kept walking.

"And here I was thinking about all the rumors that are going to start for the two of us hanging out." He motioned towards all the stares and hushed whispers that were coming from up and down the hallway.

[Belle Wolffang]

Jackson

Sorry for the late reply hun!

"And here I was thinking about all the rumors that are going to start for the two of us hanging out."

Belle had noticed the others around them whispering and looking at them like they were a new species. She wasn't used to that kind of attention and her heart sped up a beat to a point that it hurt. Even with her surgery having been long ago--her mother always said that she had to be careful.

It never did well for her when her heart rate when up more than the average amount it should have. Even when she was doing her running or swimming she still had to take time to rest. She had to take a few moments of closing her eyes and taking deep breaths before it settled.

She looked at Jackson, "is it a problem that I'm walking next to you?" If anything her eyes shone with more hurt than mischief like most Fae like her would have. If Jackson had a problem with her walking next to him, then perhaps she shouldn't have ran into him.

"I heard of Lydia, but I haven't actually met her yet. Though from what I know people tend to misjudge everything they first see." Belle smiled to herself as she thought on the subject of the girl that was always near Jackson.

She looked at him for a moment, "you hold something powerful. It is not a your wolf I mean, it is something quite small, but holds great power." She looked at her hand before moving it towards a small necklace she pulled out.

It held a small ring as she held it out, "this belonged to my great grandmother. My brother has the other one--for Fae--something like this is precious." She looked at him, "do you know why?"

Made by Lati of GS and PRE