Changed my mind... writing my Gay Twilight Parody instead. 83
Outside in the sunlight on the dirt path that led up to the Coven's Manor was an older Jeep Wrangler X 2 door with the soft top removed. The occupant of the Jeep was relaxing, feet propped up on the console. The Jeep was splashed with mud, but was a deep olive color. Edward hummed softly as he smelt the scent of wolf, coming closer.
"So you're Edward Westenra Dracula... is that just a name used to intimidate the lesser mortals and other vampires or are you really the child of THE Dracula?" The figure in the Jeep asked, looking at him. He was lanky and tall, probably about 145 pounds. His black hair was straight and reached his shoulders, eyes a bright yellow. He was dressed in ripped, well-worn jeans and a grey t-shirt, with a leather band around his right wrist bearing a clan symbol of the local pack - a pair of dancing wolves around the "W" rune.
"Well, perhaps I'll leave that up to your imagination... to whom am I speaking?" Edward asked, coming up to the Jeep.
"Jakob Black Muzzle," the wolf replied, confirming Edward's suspicions. Jakob was showing the one of the ways werewolves had adapted to the new human dominated climate. Instead of giving up their pup names, normally a human sounding name that was given to them by their mothers at birth, they added their adult names to the end as a type of "last name". Jakob appeared to be no older than 18, so he had obviously earned his adult name early on in his life.
"And you're my liaison? A strange alliance, last I heard the werewolves weren't interested in working with vampires," Edward said, lightly leaning against the Jeep's window. Jakob chuckled softly, looking up at Edward.
"Times change... let's go into town and we can talk more. I've not eaten yet today and I'd like to get lunch before our first shift together," Jakob said, straightening up.
"First shift?" Edward asked, eyebrows knitting together.
"Of course, did you expect not to work?" Jakob asked, chuckling. Edward rolled his eyes, walking around the Jeep to get into the passenger's seat as Jakob started the car, pulling around the drive to head back down the dirt road. Edward hummed softly at the wind blew Jakob's hair back. The vampire silently observed his new werewolf companion, noting his tanned skin and toned muscles. He definitely was no stranger to work, which didn't surprise Edward. Werewolves often joined the pack in hunting and fighting off enemies at young ages, even when they lived near humans.
"So, what kind of place is this town? A werewolf pack living out in the open... Vampires having a Coven right off the main roads... I can smell all manner of mythics in the forest... all right smack dab around a small human settlement," Edward commented. Jakob chuckled softly.
"It's excruciatingly difficult to find a good place to live anymore where you don't encounter humans living nearby. Luckily, this place isn't overly populated. Werewolves have been living here for years alongside the Native population, as have many of the demons and fey folk you find in the forests. When humans of other races came and settled, we all decided it would be for the best if we came right out. So, the leaders of the town know of our existence and we all do our best to get along," Jakob explained. Edward hummed lightly as they took the thirty minute drive into town, going to park the car near a small local diner. Hopping out, they entered into the diner, going to sit at a booth near the back. Naturally, Jakob took the seat closest to the back wall, watching the door. Edward chuckled, taking the seat across from Jakob, relaxing in the booth. A lovely young waitress approached them.
"Afternoon, Jakob, how are you today?" She asked, smiling a winning smile. Jakob lightly returned the smile.
"Very well. The usual please, Irene... and pomegranate for my friend here," Jakob said, nodding to Edward. Irene looked over at the vampire, smiling nervously.
"Of course... I'll have that right out," she said, leaving the pair. Edward looked over at Jakob, humming.
"You know I don't drink that," he stated.
"Oh, you'll like the pomegranate they serve here, fresh squeezed," Jabok stated, chuckling lightly. Irene returned quickly, putting a water glass down in front of Jakob and a bottle in front of Edward before leaving. Edward took the bottle, opening it and taking a sniff. He blinked, surprised, looking up at Jakob.
"Some kind of trick?" He asked. Jakob shook his head, chuckling.
"No trick, Edward. I told you we've been living in harmony with these people for quite some time now. They know how to serve all of us, even if they're a bit jittery about it," Jakob said, chuckling. "When you go places, ask for pomegranate. You won't be disappointed."
Edward smiled, taking a drink. Obviously in this town, pomegranate was code for blood. It tasted good, not having to suck it from a blood packet. It had even been warmed slightly to body temperature.
"So, Jakob, what all do you do in this town?" He asked, feeling a bit better about this situation.
"Being one of the younger wolves, my job is to help police the little high school where the mythics will send their children to mingle with the mortals. It's an easy job, all things considered," Jakob stated, sipping from his water. "I also help patrol the woods, and I get along best with the vampires, so I serve as a liaison to the coven." Edward hummed as Irene approached again, putting a plate down in front of Jakob.
"Here you are, Jakob. Enjoy," she said, smiling. Jakob nodded politely to her as she left the pair.
"Tell me about yourself, Edward," Jakob said before starting to eat. Edward hummed, taking another sip of blood.
"Just got out of confinement by the council. I've got 50 years of parole to serve. And, yes, I am HIS son. My mother's Lucy Westenra, the last bride he took in the Victorian period. I, uh.. wasn't pleased with the state of humanity at the time, so I attempted to regain their fear and respect... I went about it the wrong way," Edward said, leaning against the wall. Jakob hummed lightly.
"The Ripper murders, correct?"
"Yes... so my work is still being talked about," Edward chuckled softly.
"Well, no one speaks of a vampire doing it and they speak more of the mystery of the human who might of done it," Jakob replied, smiling. Edward nodded, humans were so unimaginative in that respect, then.
"So they no longer fear the dark?" Edward asked.
"Oh no, Edward... they fear the dark still. But they don't fear us in the dark, they fear one another," Jakob replied, humming softly.