You can't get away that easy **JACK** - 01/18/05

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Edward had beaten Emmett as was to be expected. He was so far ahead of him, in fact, that he perched in a tree waiting to see how long it took for his brother to catch up. As he sat, Edward saw both Jack and her cousin leave the house, preparing to leave. What Emmett had said about Jack being good to spar with was fresh on Edward's mind as the young woman began to disrobe. The well toned muscles that moved under her tanned skin enticed Edward and sent an unwelcome shiver through his body.

The tattoo on her back was exceptionally detailed and exquisite. For some reason Edward hadn't expected to see such a thing on her skin, the sight of it shocked him, but not in an unpleasant manner. Finally Emmett made his way to the house, looking for Edward, but missing sight of him. As soon as his brother made his way into the house, Edward dismounted from the tree and within an instant he was leaning against the hood of his Volvo, which was still parked in the drive. “You weren't even going to say goodbye?” He asked playfully, a wicked grin cutting his features.

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Jack practically jumped out of her skin as she heard Edwards voice. Whipping around she went to glare at him but couldn't. 'What the hell?' She was confused and had a lot to think about. Narrowing her eyes at Edward, she let herself dissolve back into reality.

"Well, last I checked you had run off and disappeared into the forest." She replied, smiling sarcastically sweet. This young man through her through one mood swing to another. One moment he pissed her off, the next he intrigued her to a point where she was utterly confused even in her own thoughts.

"Jack are we leaving or not?" Her cousins voice cut into her thoughts. Jack turned to her with a glare. "Leave if you want. I'm going to finish this conversation then go home. It's not like I'm riding in the car with you, so go." Maci just glared at her. Without another word she turned on her car, and Jack shut the door allowing her to drive away.

"She is such a pain in the ass." Jack muttered as she walked over to her bike, draping her jacket over the handlebars. "So where did you disappear to?I was about ready to kick your brothers ass before your father came to the scene. It was quite amusing." She smiled, leaning on her bike. She eyed Edward, he was tall, and sadly her type. She couldn't help but analyze him. He had the attitude, the looks and seemed to have a great personality. Ugh, she needed to get her thoughts off this. Yes he had a great body and all that but he pissed her off half the time. For the short tme she had known him he had annoyed her half the time, and she had fun bugging the hell out of him back. Looking up at his eyes, she raised an eyebrow in question, waiting for an answer.

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Edward laughed unabashedly at Jack's impromptu thought. He had managed to startle her. For some reason Edward didn't think that would be possible. She was still kind human, he mused, so she was allowed to have flaws. “I just had to get away from some people.” He said, jerking his head toward the house. He meant the two girls inside. The one vampire knew and the one he didn't. At that moment Edward didn't want to have a thing to do with either of them.

With laughter gleaming in his eyes Edward watched the little spat between cousins. “Relatives tend to be that way.” He replied, thinking of what a pain in the ass it was that this supposed sister appeared on the scene. She just rubbed him the wrong way. Edward laughed again, he could see Jack trying to take on Emmett. He knew who would win, but he also knew she had the spunk to try anyways, and he respected her for that. “Carlisle tends to calm things down. He's the level headed one around here, him and my mom.”

The bravado left him for a brief moment as he started to explain where he had gone. “I needed to go for a quick run. I wasn't ready to deal with all of them.” He waved his arm toward the house, “And I'm still not.” He looked her over, taking in the sight of her standing in the driveway, weighing his options. Hanging out with Jack, or family intervention time. “Wanna go for a ride?” He asked, devilish grin firm on his face.

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Jack just smiled crookedly, as she turned and mounted her bike, turning the motor on and letting it rumble for a few moments. Thinking. That was always such a time wasting task, but an important one. Looking back up at Edward she smiled hotly.

"Well?" She asked with a shake of her head. "Are you coming or not? I mean it was your idea to go on a ride." She couldn't help it, a smile broke out on her face and her eyes lit up with challenge as she eyed Edward up and down. Hmm, it was sad that she couldn't keep her eyes off him, but she needed to.

"So where are we going to?" She asked as she watched him.

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Edward thought that he had received his answer when Jack started up her motorcycle. He should have expected as much, she was probably to chicken to get in a car with a vampire. Shape-shifters, who needs them? He pushed himself off the hood of the Volvo, preparing to get in the drivers seat and go on a ride of his own when she turned and spoke from the back of the bike. “Me?” He asked, “Ride on that thing with you?” The mere mention of him doing such a thing, having to sit so horridly close to her, it was ridiculous.

His mind warred internally. The smell was sure to make him nauseous, or would it? Their scent wasn't nearly as bad as the wolves, although it still was strong enough to be unpleasant. Would it be so bad to ride around with her for a while or would it be worse to deal with everyone in the house. Deciding just to hold his breath, good thing breathing wasn't required, Edward mounted the back of the bike, grabbing the hand-holds beside his thighs.

“I don't care.” He said, “Port Angeles?” It was far enough away that no one would come after him, yet close enough that it wouldn't take that long to get there.

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"This thing is safer than that thing any day." Jack said pointing to his Volvo. "Or are you scared" She asked with a tilt of her head. The answer was obviously no, as he climbed onto the back of the bike.

"Port Angeles. Okay, hold on tight." She drawled as she hit the gas and drove down the long, pain in the ass driveway. Once she hit pavement, she threw the bike into third, then fourth gear and took off. She didn't slow, but went as fast as she could, driving through the small town quickly, taking the highway towards Port Angeles and the ocean. Hmm, she liked the ocean. The salty smell and the call of Seagulls, but the forest was better, with the smell of pine and wood. Yet out of all those, she loved being on a bike, riding fast with the wind in your face, it was the best thing. She went faster on the bike than in her coyote form and so the speed gave her a buzz, and she loved it.

It didn't take long for Jack to get them to Port Angeles. She slowed down as she hit city limits, weaving in and out of cars, and laughing as they hocked at her and yelled, pissed that she got in their way. She loved it. "Where to now?" She asked as they cruised down the street in second gear, enjoying the cool sea breeze and smell of salt.

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Edward wasn't used to riding on the back of a motorcycle. Every time he had ridden on one, he had been the driver. So being the passenger was an interesting experience for him. At first the hand-holds by his thighs were enough to keep him in place, but soon that was no longer enough. When Jack down shifted and accelerated, Edward was foreced to place his hands around her slender waist in order to keep his balance as they made their way down the roads at uncharted speeds.

At first he was uncomfortable, and his solid-straightness effected the smoothness of the ride. When he at last became more relaxed and began to bend into the curves with her, his chest tights against her back and his arms around her waist, the ride became much more enjoyable. The wind blowing around them helped the scent of her not to overcome him.

The ride was over much quicker than Edward had expected it would be, and they were soon in the town of Port Angeles. He never really expected her to take the bait and travel that far out with him, so he had no plans for what they would do when they arrived. Lunch had been several hours ago, and while he was far from hungry, she might be a little peckish. “You hungry?” He asked, his chin resting on her shoulder as he spoke. He convinced himself that the closeness was required for hearing in the presence of the throaty motor.. Edward attempted to keep his broad smile from his voice by keeping his tone gruff. “I wouldn't mind if you wanted to get something to eat.” He said, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable about eating around him.

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Jack felt just as uncomfortable as Edward. She tried not to squirm as she continued to ride through the quaint little town. She knew where she was going without having to think about it. She was heading towards the shop her dad owned in Port Angeles. He wouldn't be there at the moment, because he had appointments in Seattle that day, but Tony would, and it would be a laugh to see what he was doing all by his lonesome in the tattoo parlor.

When she heard Edwards question close to her ear, she tilted her head to the side so she could slightly see him. "You be surprised how similar we are to each other. I went out hunting this morning as coyote..." Jack trailed it off, letting him think of what she was saying. "No, I"m going to take you to my second home." She smiled at the thought, as she turned right down a street and weaved in and out of traffic. As they rode, she bit her tongue, nervous at the fact that he was so close, and with his closeness, came too many unwanted thoughts. Shaking her head slightly, she pulled into a parking place in front of the tattoo parlor. She cut the engine and put down the stand, then jumped off, swinging her limber leg over the front of the bike, not wanting to wait for Edward.

Turning moved her head, to signal him to come with her and led the way into the shop. "Hey Tony! Where you at?" She yelled when she entered. It was a typical tattoo parlor, with the pictures of the different tattoo's around the walls and a pool table in the middle of the room. The counter was glass, with different earrings and such. Jack could hear voices in the back, so waited for Tony to come out, sitting up on the pool table and rolling the balls back and forth.

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So, she asked him what he wanted to do, but she already had plans. Typical. Girls could be so annoying. But anything was better than being back at the house and dealing with Angel or the rest of his family. Edward nodded into her back, understanding that like for him, a good meal could last her a couple of days. “Alright.” he replied, wondering where in Port Angels this coyote could be so comfortable. He held on tightly as they weaved through traffic, being careful to not squeeze too hard. His strength could get away from him sometimes and he didn't want to leave any bruises on her waist.

The bike stopped, the motor cut off and Jack freed herself from Edward's arms. For a brief instant he mourned the loss of something to hold, but he recovered quickly and watched Jack walk into the establishment. He dismounted when he saw the tilt of her neck and made to follow. His hands went into the pockets of his dark denim jeans as he strode across the parking lot, making it too the door just as Jack called for someone named Tony.

This was the last place that Edward had expected Jack to bring him. While he had admired the artistry of the tattoo on her back, he never considered where she had gotten it, or if she had anymore. From the way she nonchalantly crossed the room and started to rack the balls on the pool table, she seemed as much at home as she had implied she would be. He left her to the table, knowing that playing a game with the vampire was much more frustrating than entertaining, and left himself to glance at the pictures that lined the walls. Some of the skin art was intricate and others were very simple. Some of the pictures hanging from the drywall were framed pages of glossy paper from magazines. It seemed who ever did art here was well recognized.

“So,” He drawled, his vision still taking in the new area, “this is your second home?” He turned back to look at her with one eyebrow reaching upward and laughter threatening to spill from his eyes.

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Jack hit the ball and watched as the balls scattered on the table, one even making it into a pocket. Smiling she looked up as she heard Edward. She hadn't been paying much attention to him, but now that she looked and listened, she noticed he was looking at art on the wall. She smiled, he was by her art. There was a picture of her father and her on the wall, near Edward, but mostly it was covered by pictures of tattoo's, a couple that Jack had doodled herself.

"This is my dad's shop. At least one of them." She said laughing, as she hit the ball again and watched as she pocketed another ball. "Some of those by you are mine. The tiger is mine," She said indicating a fierce looking tiger, as she walked over to Edward. "And the faerie, but my favorite is on my back and stomach and those were by my father." She touched her abdomen, just below her belly button smiling. It was her mark, the mark she made when she walked as a coyote and the mark she would make when she died. Turning, she went back to the table, and shot another time.

"Jack was that you I heard?" A voice from the back room yelled out. "Yeah Tony it's me!" Jack yelled back, laughing at the thought, that anyone could have come into the store and stolen the cash. "Hold on! I'm finishing a tat'! I'll be out in a few!" Jack just nodded, knowing he didn't need a response. Jack went behind the counter and turned on Enya, a small joke between her family and the workers here involved her music, and with the song Bodicea playing Jack jumped over the counter and went back to the pool table, happy and at home.

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Thread is continued, here.

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