Bloodied Claws
By Marcus Adams
Chapter one: The curse of the gifted
The last strand of light of the red and orange sunset struck down on the forest, night coming to take its place. The large wild forest was green and luscious, the canopy reaching for the sky and the leaves allowing bits of the beautiful sunlight to sift through the trees. A clearing of fresh grass sat soaking in the last bits of light, the sun beating down on the green grass. In the clearing sat a large buck grazing from the grass, its brown hide seemed to glisten in the sunlight. Its’ antlers were large and tangled in an intricate design, it resembled an elegant spider’s web.
Slowly the smell of the beast wafted into the bushes to the right of the field, and into Jacob’s nostrils, who sat crouched underneath a large bush just a few yards away from the elegant buck. Slowly Jacob got into a good position on all fours to begin the chase, careful not to snap any of the small wooden twigs that littered the grass just under the bush where he lay hidden. As he did so, the buck’s ears and head snapped up, scanning its surroundings for any predators with its large calf brown eyes. But Jacob wasn't worried, he had years of experience and his so called 'gift' on his side. His caramel-colored skin was the color of the earth that lay beneath him, silently crunching between his toes and bare feet. He rippled with muscles all over his body, elegantly shaped under his smooth caramel-colored skin, he even had a rippling eight pack on his abdomen. He was a bit short for his supposed human age, most used to mistake him to be 18 or even 17 years old. His eyes were slit narrowly like a wolf's, their color a simple light ocean-blue like the shallows of the clean or a clear lake. His only give-away was his hair, short and midnight black, poking up in a dozen thick spikes on his scalp, resembling several black horns. Slowly the buck began to trot away, sensing something was wrong. Jacob knew it was now or never if he wanted dinner, and his wolfish grin worked its way across his face. Slowly he prepared to charge the buck, and sprung out from the bushes, the leaves and small branches rustling violently. Jacob had already began the change, confident that he could catch the beast. But the buck was turning around already, at a light trot and picking up speed, Jacob right behind it. Soon the two were rushing through the thick woods, the clearing already gone from sight, and Jacob now a brown timber wolf. He was the size of a large bear. His fangs long and sharp in his maw, ready to eat. His claws on his paws now once again stained a bloody red. Jacob. Jacob still remembered how he had gotten his 'gift'. He even remembered what creatures like him were called.
Jacob was a werewolf. Jacob had never asked for this curse, no matter how many 'perks' came with it. He was nearly indestructible. He didn't age as fast as humans. He had superhuman senses. But he didn't care, he would rather be dead. He was not only a werewolf, he was a murderer. It was why he lived in solitude, alone in the forests. So that he could pay for the lives he had taken. Every night he had nightmares about their screams. Sometimes he considered giving himself up to the vampires, at least if he did he would finally be free of his soul-crushing guilt. The vampires and werewolves had been at war for as long as man had existed. The two different species were not that different, they could both live for thousands of years, they both had superhuman senses and they even passed their gifts the same ways. the gift flows through bloodlines or if one of the two were to bite a human and the human survive. And along with the power came the knowledge and information that belonged to the werewolf or vampire. There were several different types of vampires and werewolves. And then there were bounty hunters, the most corrupt and numerous of all the so called 'gifted'. Bounty hunters were not discriminated by race, gender or even heritage. Bounty hunters always hung out in taverns/inns and bars with special treatment for the gifted, a bounty wall that lists possible bounties for the gifted or both. Of all the professions possible for the gifted, Bounty hunter not only paid the most, it was the best choice for any gifted with a thirst for blood. If a vampire nobleman became corrupt, there would be a bounty on his head one day and him dead the next. Every werewolf and vampire was taught to hate the other with every aspect of their being, to fight if them whenever you came across the other, and if need be, to fight to the death. All in all though, Jacob didn't care about all that, he just wanted to live out the rest of his days in the forest. To a human, he was 19 years old, but in reality he was really well over 300. A werewolf could only die of old age or a chopped off head, silver bullets meant nothing. Every full moon a werewolf would be forced into wolf form, the only time a werewolf's blood lust could force him to devour men and destroy all in sight. A vampire could only die of old age and something pierced through their heart. And in those years he had learned to control the beast within that was filled with blood lust and anger and hatred, mostly. He had even learned how to control the change from a man to a wolf. As he chased after the buck, closing the distance between the two, the memories of the night his life changed came rushing back to him.

As the light of the moon shone, coating the thick silent forest and the village that lay within, a young man quietly treaded toward the village, a small deer slung over a shoulder, a yew longbow and a quiver full of arrows on the other. The young man was named Jacob. As he walked he wore a grin on his face, pleased with his good catch. He had always been skilled with a bow and arrow. The deer on his shoulder had a brown coat of fur, an arrow embedded in its neck proof of it. Not only that but he had turned 19 just last week, but most though him to be only 17. As he walked on, the crisp orange leaves crushed and crunched underfoot, a sign of a coming fall. Jacob looked up at the night sky as he walked. The stars were beautiful tonight. But not as much as the full moon that night. Its ominous silver-like glow, Jacob noticed that it almost seemed as though the light was shining down on him, as if trying to convey a message to him. For a minute, Jacob found himself staring up at the moon. And then he heard it. Hoooowwwll! Jacob felt several chills run up and down his spine. He heard the faintest growling noise, one from a wolf. Out of the corner of his eye he saw it blur through the trees around him. A wolf. Not any wolf, this wolf was red all over. Its claws were at least 4 inches long and deeply stained with blood. Its fangs were all canine and sharp as knives. It was the size of a large bed and fast as a bolt of lightning. But its eyes... its eyes were like something you only hear of in horror stories. Its eyes were black. There were no whites, no color. Only the irises were there. Black and bottomless as onyxes and filled with hatred and fury. Jacob could hear it better now, it was growling again, only this time there was more hatred and blood lust. Jacob wanted to scream, to run away until his legs were broken. He willed his body to move but it would not obey. Fear gripped him tightly freezing him where he stood. The growling came once more, only much closer now. And his body did as he commanded. Jacob ran for the village, dropping the deer but not bothering to pick it up. He jumped over fallen logs, dodged oncoming trees and ducked under low branches as fast as his feet would take him. His shirt torn and several scratches on his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the monstrous wolf only a little ways behind and slowly gaining. A cold sweat covered him. His heart and blood pumped so fast and hard it felt like there was a hammer in his chest. But he didn't slow down for a second. Terror slowly enveloped him. And then he saw it. The edge of the trees leading to the village. Faint red and orange light streaming through. The terror dissipated and Jacob felt warm tears streak down his face. For a moment he believed he would get away. He ran as fast as he could and more, hope of survival pushing him on. But luck wasn't on his side. Only 20 steps from the edge of the trees, Jacob's foot caught onto a stray tree root and stumbled. Frantically, he tried to regain his balance and speed. But it was already to late. He stumbled and fell, his back to the ground. And there it stood. Jacob realized that the wolf wasn't red, it was snowy white, its fur was matted and coated in dried blood nearly all over. It bared its fangs and did something truly unnatural. It tucked in its front paws, pushed off with the back, and stood on its hind legs just as a man would. It even had the figure of a man except for the head and legs. Where the nose should have been was a wolfish snout and the heel and sole of its foot bent upward, its toes ending in large bloody black claws. It glared at him with its unholy pitch black eyes. It was covered in muscles and fur. Its body was covered in deep and gruesome scars, all of which were recent, a few days old at best, and amatuerly stitched together. The cuts also seemed precise, as if all inflicted with surgical knives and scissors. Only now when it stared down at Jacob with its black bottomless eyes, did he see that there was no hatred, no anger or blood lust in its eyes anymore. In its eyes there was no emotion at all, just a blank expression. Jacob wanted to scream. To talk to the beast, as if it could understand him and even speak. To ask it why it wanted him. At that moment Jacob thought he heard it speak to him in a deep voice, as if reading his thoughts, its mouth even moving to form the words. "It can only be you." And then everything went black.

Chapter 2: A new life, a new chance
To this day, Jacob still doesn't know how it happened. Whether it was fate, chance, or simply one of the few things you can't explain. As he slowly woke up, his head throbbing vigorously, he put his hands to the ground to feel the grass that lay underneath him, and didn't find it. What he felt was woven sheets and cotton. At first Jacob didn't notice the difference, too deep in sleep to care. Slowly a strong smell he hadn't smelt in many years invaded his nostrils, the smell of blood lust and death. The smell of vampires. Jacob's eyes shot open, he was already sitting up. His head darted around, searching for the leeches, examining every detail of the room around him. He was in an old abandoned wooden room. He was lying down on a double bed with plain white sheets. The room was large plain, no decoration of any kind. The walls were an eggshell white color. To his right was a window covering most of the wall where it sat, long dark shades covering nearly every inch of the window blocking out most of the light, only stray strands of the dim gray light slipping through the small tears of the shades, signaling it as dawn. To his right sat two doors, one next to him, open, leading into a dark room, the other closed net to two closet doors. Cautiously, Jacob walked through the open door and felt his hands around the walls, and found what he was looking for, the light switch. He flicked the switch. The ceiling fluttered into bright life, illuminating the room. He saw it was a bathroom. The floor was covered with square white tile. To his left sat a plain white sink/cabinet with an oval shaped mirror sitting overhead. On it sat a tube of toothpaste and a pack of soft bristle toothbrushes. To the back sat a large bath, white like everything else, covering the entire back of the medium sized room. Jacob walked up to the mirror and examined himself. As he stared into the mirror, he found a handsome young man with a thin coating of dirt on his skin staring back at him. He grabbed a brush from the bathtub and began to clean himself. When he was finished, he turned off the lights and left the bathroom and examined the room once more. In the corner sat a simple wooden closet with two white painted wooden knobs. Curiously, Jacob strolled to the closet and pulled the knobs, opening the closet. It was a slightly narrow walk-in closet. It was full of different outfits. All of them were in his size and even his kinds of favorite styles. Slowly, he closed the double doors and sat down on the bed, trying to think of an explanation for everything. Jacob wasn't sure what to think. He couldn't remember anything from yesterday that might have led up to this. There was nothing. He flipped through ideas of how this might have happened, getting to his feet and pacing back and forth in the room. Kidnapping no, interrogation no, sleepwalking no. Jacob went through every possible scenario he could think of and none of them fit. None of them could end up with him here. A thought crossed his mind at that moment, momentarily breaking him from his nervous trance. Where was he anyway? He stopped pacing and looked towards the window curiously. Slowly, Jacob walked up to the window, and pushed away the curtains, and stared, his brain refusing to believe what his eyes saw, but unable to deny what he saw. Below him was a city. A large city filled with people walking on the street and no forest or even small patch of woods in sight. Cars drove around the brick streets. People bustled in small crowds on the sidewalk. And then he knew why the vampire smell was so strong, everywhere he looked he saw one of the leeches, hidden inside the small groups of people who passed by, unseen by the humans. They were everywhere. The city looked like it belonged in the 1700's, with its brick streets and old school fashion trend that everyone seemed to be wearing. He saw that it was lightly raining outside, small drops of rain falling from the gray clouds in the sky. Jacob's knees wobbled, then buckled under him, he fell onto the bed, his thoughts doing NASCAR races in his head, trying to wrap his mind around the idea of what was happening, but simply couldn't.

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Jacob had spent nearly an hour in his room trying to comprehend what was happening, and after failing miserably, he calmed himself down and stopped trying. He had decided to wear something plain yet indifferent, and exceeded all expectations. It was just how he was, he liked to stick out. He picked a simple red outfit. Specifically, he wore a blank red t-shirt, along with a matching loose red rain jacket and white and red Nikes. He even found red-dyed jean shorts to match. The clothes even had a human scent to them, as if the previous owner knew the next owner would require a strong human scent. The rain on his skin, might calm his nerves, Jacob thought to himself. He was now walking through the streets simply wandering around, not really going anywhere. It turned out 'his' room was a guest room inside of a small abandoned church hidden by several tall apartments, making it harder to notice. It was ironic, a werewolf calling a church his home and sanctuary. In the end, Jacob was right, the rain did calm him down, even though he could feel the vampire's eyes blazing into him for a moment, then floated over him, the human scent throwing them off. But he didn't care about what they thought of him, what anyone thought about him, he walked without a single care in the world, as if the weight of the world was once on his shoulder, but now finally lifted and enjoying the relief, and showed it every way he could without breaking the law. He forgot what it was like to be around people. To be surrounded by conversation and life and opportunity. To be his old joking, bold, kind-hearted self he used to be at his life in Jameson village. Even the humans stared at him funny, wondering where the newcomer had come from and what he was doing here. As he walked proudly with a feeling of overwhelming relief, cars passed him by and even a few old school New England carriages. He examined the city as he walked, but didn't stray too far from the church. It felt good to have a place to call home, Jacob thought to himself. For nearly an hour, he walked around the city never even considering where he might end up. The city was called Sazura. A city famous for its loyalty to the old ways, as the old woman Jacob had questioned had said. After the old lady had finished filling in the blanks, Jacob walked around to ponder over the new information. The city was several centuries old, all the way back to the early 1700's. The city was also famous for its strange laws and police force. One such strange law was a citywide law that during curfew, any 'incidents' are dismissed. Also the law enforcers there were called the Mulhar Fatal

. The locals believed it to be a simple tile with complicated foreign wording standing for justice and law or something along those lines. When he asked her if there had ever been a large scale epidemic or series of strange unsolved murder cases in the city, she said that tons of people in the city did indeed catch a rare and quiet strange disease around the time she herself was a young girl. The symptoms were pale skin and numbness of the skin, the victims not feeling or noticing the temperature's rise and fall. The doctors had cured it, but the symptoms remained and passed through the bloodlines, becoming hereditary. Nearly half of the population of the city had the symptoms for life. At first Jacob thought he heard the old lady wrong, her words containing a secret truth to them that she herself didn't notice. But Jacob knew he heard the her right, and if that were the case then that meant that the vampires across the city literally were the law and half of the population since Mulhar Fatal

was the Portuguese term for vampires. All the vampires were the same in two ways according to the old woman. They all had pale skin and didn't mind the extreme temperatures, high or low. With those simple pieces of information, Jacob learned that the old woman's words were true. Every age group was 'infected' with it, from old raspy breathing men to young arrogant teenagers. He was tempted to do something about this, to maybe alerting the humans to the presence of the vampires, or even taking on a quest to kill all the leeches, but found he couldn't. For the first time in years he was looked at but not hated because of who he was or what he had done. He erased the idea of action and walked on, his hood down. His hair sticking up defiantly. He could have done that all night long. After nearly another half an hour of walking around aimlessly, Jacob noticed out of the corner of his eye that a small group of people were coming toward him, all of them shrouded in black robes, their faces unseen behind him. At first Jacob ignored them, he was too happy to be bothered with these jokers, even though he knew he could pummel them in only a few moments, hoping they would soon go away if ignored. After a few minutes of tailing him, they increased their pace, ever so slightly trying to be unnoticed and unseen. But Jacob wasn't a fool, he knew what they were the minute they came within 3 miles of him. They were vampires, all three of them, probably acolyte level judging by their wardrobe and the strength of their vampire stench. Playing along, he casually walked on, preparing himself to be interrogated by the leeches. Soon they were upon him, right behind him and about to begin their questioning. Jacob turned casually, as if he had just noticed his pursuers presence behind him. But they surely didn't care when or if he even noticed them, restraining him as painfully as they probably could. The one on his right grabbed his right arm tightly and slammed him into the old brick building to his right. They surrounded him now, the one to his right tightening his grip on Jacob's arm until blood fell to the ground from the gash. Jacob winced in pain to play along, which wasn't very hard, his blood now gushing like a thick red stream of water from his arm. There were three of them, blocking any possible chance of escape. One in front, one on the left and the one on the right gripping his arm. Jacob played along and let a look of terror and pain slip into his face. As Jacob recovered himself, the one on the left gripped Jacob's other arm until blood gushed and fell to the ground, his red blood mixing with the rain, now resembling his other arm. Then the one in front of him thrust his hand forward and gripped Jacob's throat tightly, air barely making it to his lungs, but just enough for Jacob to still speak, these guys were pros, of that Jacob was certain. Jacob winced in agony, playing along, which wasn't hard in the least bit as the one in front bruised his neck with his hard grasp. As Jacob recovered himself, he examined his the three vampires every detail. He also noticed that everyone wasn't looking at them, avoiding them as if they ever did they themselves would be tortured the same as him. Jacob then knew he was on his own. No one was going to risk themselves for his sake, especially if they knew the real chances of escaping, if they knew the law enforcement was run and only populated by vampires. If he couldn't see their faces, he'd on their other features, such as their clothing, the shape and size of their figures and their habits and mannerisms. Blinking through the rain in his eyes, Jacob looked closely at his interrogators. They were all somewhere around his height, and probably a few years older than him in gifted years, 21 to 24, or in human years 400 to 450. The one on the right was about the same size as Jacob, maybe shorter, with a hint of a potbelly poking slightly against his robes. He kept shifting around, as if uncomfortable in the situation. The vampire on the left was at least 1 and a half inches taller than Jacob with a tall and lean figure, the outline of a maniacal grin on his face under the hood of his robes. Jacob could tell instantly that this was the kind of vampire who truly enjoyed the pain and misery of others and enjoyed making it happen even more. The last vampire, now gripping Jacob's throat, was at least 2 to 2 and a half inches taller than Jacob, towering over him with the presence resembling an enraged school teacher, his robes slightly stretched out against the large muscles lined with popping veins and strained arteries. The light of the day slightly brightening the inside of his robes, revealing the muscular vampire's face, sharp pitch black eyes filled with overwhelming rage and barely holding it back, the whites and pupils barely visible, now piercing Jacob. All of their robes were a bloody red all over, nearly all of the buttons done just stopping at the knee, to allow them to walk freely. The buttons on the robes were pitch black. On the robes, right over where the vampire's hearts should have been was the insignia of the strongest and oldest vampire clan, a curved vampire tooth sharp as a dagger and black as night, dripping red liquid at the tip, the insignia of The Black Fang, its leader, Joseph rumored to have taken on three Alpha werewolves all at the same time with no weapons but his claws and fangs and won, the greatest enemy to all of werewolf kind. Jacob held back his growing panic, lest his interrogators find out he knew of the symbol. Questions whirled in his head as if caught in a tornado. What was the Black Fang doing in Sazura city? Did they have something to do with the immense population of vampires in Sazura? And if they were, what did it all mean? Black eyes tightened his grip on Jacob's already severely bruised throat and spoke calmly with an edge of malice in a deep demanding tone, his tone resembling a military drill sergeant. "Question 1, who are you? Question 2, where do you come from? Question 3, explain your violation of the city dress code. Answer, now." Black eyes demanded in a rage filled tone, as if his birthday party had just been cancled last minute and Jacob was somehow to blame for it. As a hint of Black eyes rage slipped into his voice, Jacob could imagine this vampire now gripping his throat hacking and slashing into him, killing him in a rage filled rampage. Panic rose in Jacob's chest. If this kept up, Jacob would have to go through the Change just to survive. NO!

Jacob forced away the thought from his mind. There were too many people around, someone might get hurt. Or worse, he might lose control, might become It

again. He would keep up the panicked innocent act for now. He would change only as a last resort. As Jacob calmed himself, all he could think was, Sazura city has a dress code? That made him laugh a little inside. Jacob couldn't help but notice that his interrogator's third question wasn't a question, but thought that telling that to the super buff vampire half strangling half torturing him wouldn't be such a good idea. Jacob continued with the terrified innocent young human man look on his face, staring up into Black eyes' with immense fake fear, staying silent. After a moment, Black eyes did a low guttural growl at Jacob like an agitated lion and lifted Jacob several feet up off the ground then slowly pulled him away from the brick wall, still holding Jacob by his throat. Only to slam Jacob back against it. Jacob winced fiercely, the air knocked out of his lungs, bits and chunks of brick pierced Jacob's back or fell to the ground under the rain. As Jacob slowly recovered and his vision cleared back up, Black eyes was glaring fiercely at Jacob now, their eyes level, the vampire's expression as deadly serious as his tone as he spoke to Jacob once more, now yelling. "Answer me now, boy, or suffer!". Jacob stayed silent, his eyes locked with his interrogator's, unable to look away from the large mixture of pure hatred and hunger in his eyes, marveling at it. Jacob could see the vampire's hunger growing inside of him, the buff vampire needed to drink blood, very soon. Jacob could even see the tips of Black eye's fangs poking out from his lower lip. Jacob's eyes darted left and right frantically, looked around for an escape. And he saw it on his right. About 1 or 2 miles down the road was a simple stone bridge stretching several meters across a chasm. Jacob perked up his ears and heard what he hoped for, rushing water, underneath the bridge. That was his escape route. And he was going to take it. Slowly, as unnoticed as he could, Jacob closed his eyes, beginning the Change from man to beast. At the same time silently praying that he didn't go through the full change as he did that one blood filled night, the vampires not noticing what was happening. Just as he nearly finished the Change, his body starting to grow hair all over, when there was a small tickle in Jacob's mind, telling him something had changed, unable to contain his curiosity, he forced his eyes open and turned his head to turn to his left, the same as the vampires surrounding him were now doing. There, standing in the rain, was a girl, a bit shorter than him, looking around Jacob's age, a tall and lean figure and breathtakingly beautiful. As Jacob stared at her, drinking her all in with his eyes, he realized that he was looking at something truly magnificent. The trio of vampires around him bowed to the girl for a moment, then rose, the Black eyes was the last one to rise, growling in a low pitch at the girl as he had done to Jacob, but with more controlled anger, more discipline. The girl stared dead-on at the three vampires and slowly shook her head, the trio flinching with every shake. Then as she studied the situation, she closed her eyes and smiled a smile of perfect white teeth, the canines and incisors a little too sharp at the tips. As Jacob as well as the trio of vampires around him gazed at the girl, the tension around them faded. Black eyes was the first to break the silence, speaking to the girl as a soldier would to a Drill sergeant. "Hello, Ms. Sanara." . Sanara, where had he heard that name before? Jacob thought to himself.

He furrowed his brow. Black eyes paused, as if he was trying to choose the right words you would say to a goddess. Finally after a few moments, Black eyes spoke once more. "I know it is not my place to give you orders. But, as your protector, I think it would be best if you return to the carriage, Ms. Sanara, Sophia." Black eyes said to the girl in an uncertain tone, almost pleading with her. Jacob smiled as he gazed at the girl, mesmerized by her. So that was the name of true beauty, Sophia. Jacob thought to himself in sweet bliss.


Chapter 3: The truth can hurt to
Slowly, she died down her cheerful smile and let her eyes float over Jacob and the trio of vampires surrounding him. Jacob decided to keep actin casual, hoping for an escape route soon. This wasn't part of the plan. The only reason he was alive was because that girl, Sophia, had shown up. From what he was seeing, the girl was obviously the other vampires superior. He felt Black eyes loosen his grip on his throat. Jacob stayed silent, but in his mind he laughed at his first piece of good luck he has had this entire afternoon. He slowly edges away from Black eyes grip, so close to freedom he can taste it. And in an instant he is ruined. "Who is he?" Sophia says, gesturing in my direction. Jacob feels something well up inside of him, forcing his mouth open and his tongue to move. " Jacob. My name is Jacob, Sophia.". The trio of vampires around him stared at Jacob with mouths agape as if he had suddenly announced he was suicidal. He realized that he probably wasn't supposed to speak at all, let alone to the girl Sophia. And he was right. Black eyes looked like he was gonna murder him on the spot, his fangs shot straight down, gleaming white as they protruded past his bottom lip, hunger and annoyance in his eyes. Jacob could fell his hunger building again, Black eye's reeking of blood lust, the smell metallic and musky. He raised his hand other hand up, the fingernails razor-sharp and curved together like a dagger. But before he could attempt the Change, he heard her speak. "Michael...." she said the word in a calm yet stern voice, akin to how you would talk to a dog. Black eyes hesitated. So that was his name. Jacob almost laughed. Micheal was no more than a lapdog to her. Slowly, Michael let his hand fall to the ground, then turned towards Sophia, Jacob doing the same. "we do not kill civilians. I will speak with the boy. And put him down, i doubt he'll survive with a crushed windpipe, or did you suddenly forget that?." she said in the said tone as before. Jacob didn't have to laugh this time. The other two Jacobs sides lowered their heads, snickering at the display. Michael looked at Sophia like he was going to pick a new target but obeyed, releasing Jacob's throat almost mechanically. As he rose on unsteady legs, he saw Micheal now staring again at him, this time even more hate filled if it were possible, as if this was all hi fault. He stepped to the side, now completely blocking his left side but leaving his right open, Jacob noted. He was still hoping to escape. The girl strolled up to face Jacob as if he were a puzzle to be solved. He rubbed his hands against his bruised throat as Sophia looked him over, so he took the time to do the same. She looked to be eighteen at the least, maybe a little younger than him, with a lithe and slender frame. Her hair was so dark that it nearly shimmered, long and rippling, falling to rest on her shoulders. Their eyes came to rest on one another, unable to break contact. Her eyes were large and intelligent, a startling light yellow. As he stared, mesmerized as before, he felt something in his chest ache. Like a string tied to his heart, pulling and yanking. Sophia was the first to regain her composure. "Though I do not exactly approve of my assistants methods, I must admit you are violating the dress code. Any explanations?" Jacob stood still for a moment. Their is a dress code!!!

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