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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 14:36:54 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. It's just that... Catholics don't... like me if you get my meaning." He sighed. "And I can't lie to your mother!" He tried to stress this to her. "Then she really won't let us marry." He told her. "In my tribe we have to have the blessings of a parent before we marry." He looked at her, his look softening.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 14:49:56 GMT -5
"We'll talk about this later. We have several years to get her blessings. Now! Let's eat." She made her way into the dining room, avoiding her mother's gaze. "It looks great, Mom."
"Yeah." Donatella sat down at her spot, eyeing the two with a look that only a mother could give. "I hope you enjoy it. I worked all day on it."
"It looks amazing." Gabrielle wasn't lying. Her mother was a spectacular cook. "Yummay! Gumbo."
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 15:02:29 GMT -5
"Gumbo?" He blinked. "I've never had gumbo before." He walked over and pulled out Gabrielle's chair for her, let her sit down then sat down across from her. "It sure smells good." He grinned, his amazing sense of smell picking up every little nuance of the stew-like substance. "This reminds me of something my grangran used to cook for us." He let his eyes grow nostalgic. "Mrs. Gamarra, you would have loved my grandmother, she's very loving like you are." After he had said it he realized that his usual politeness, after that inccident, just sounded like sucking up. He hoped she wouldn't take it that way. He spread his napkin in his lap and smoothed it out. Then he waited for them to take the first bite before he began.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 15:07:15 GMT -5
Donatella wasn't sure if he was just being a kiss-ass or if he was genuine in his politeness, but she thanked him for the complements anyway.
"This is great." Gabrielle said, serving everyone some. "And it's pretty much a New Orleans thing only, I'm sure, but maybe it spread to other places. I haven't met anybody here who makes it, though, so... don't know." She grinned. "It's spicy, so I hope you like spicy things. And shrimp. Shrimp is great."
Gabrielle took her spot again and looked at her mother, who immediately said. "And, in this house, we say Grace. Gabrielle, would you like to say it?"
Gabrielle groaned. She hated saying grace, and usually made her mother do it. She would have protested, but she didn't want her mother getting all upset and bitchy like she was earlier. "I guess..."
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 15:19:04 GMT -5
"I'll say it." Jacob interrupted the women, from his older sisters he knew that two women could really argue. "Let me do it. It'd be a pleasure." He grinned and held out his hands to both women. "We usually join hands in my family." He smiled.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 15:24:30 GMT -5
Saying Grace usually made Gabrielle very uncomfortable, but maybe that was because she wasn't too religious. Her mother was, of course, so she couldn't say she was. Didn't shake the awkwardness, though.
Donatella smiled. "That'd be great, Jacob. Do it, Gabrielle." She lifted both her hands and took one of her daughter's, and one of Jake's.
Gabrielle did the same thing, but wondered if Donatella would realize the heat of Jacob's skin was more than unnatural. "Go ahead, dude." Gabrielle mumbled.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 15:32:25 GMT -5
As Jacob said grace he noticed that Donatella slightly loosened her grip on his hand. Then he realized, while he felt his body heat was normal he was over 40 degrees warmer than any other human being. He finished saying grace and squeezed Gabrielle's hand just before they let go. "Thank you for allowing me to come to your house and eat tonight. I would like to invite you up to the reservation this weekend. My family, myself and my father and my grandmother, are having an old fashioned Quilete (SP?) get together." He addressed Donatella.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 15:40:05 GMT -5
OOC: Quiluete, I'm sure.
IC: Gabrielle looked at her mother for a moment, who seemed slightly disturbed. Donatella didn't say anything, however, about the body heat. "That'd be great," Mrs. Gamarra said, "I'd love to visit the reservation. The last time I went was with Gabrielle, and that turned out... uh..."
"That's when she decided I needed to see Dr. Rogers." Gabrielle inturrupted, not enjoying where the conversation was headed. "Anyway, food's great, Momma. You really out did yourself this time."
Donatella smiled, smug. "Thank you, Gabrielle." Her mood seemed to have lifted. "I haven't cooked this stuff in a while. It was my late husband's favorite, you know."
Gabrielle frowned but said nothing, poking at her food with the spoon that had been set out for her. "Yeah, that's great. Um... yeah. So how 'bout them Yankees?" She had no idea where that came from, but it worked to steer the conversation away from where it was going.
"What?" Donatella lifted a dark eyebrow. "Anyway, Jake... you're father's Billy Black, right? Nice man. I met him around the time we moved here. How is he?"
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 15:47:58 GMT -5
"Erm." He considered this a moment. "Really? I never bothered to ask my father how old he is. Pretty I figure." He laughed and finished his third bowl of gumbo. "This is really good!" He smiled. "May I ask something though... next time I come over... do you think... it could be... hotter?" He grinned sheepishly, the food on the reservation was far spicier than this. "Not to be rude but I like food pretty spicy, and I can understand why it was your husband's favorite. You are an amazing cook ma'am."
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 15:53:23 GMT -5
Gabrielle had to fight to keep from laughing. "She asked how he was, not how old he is. His dad's doing fine by the way, Mother. Jake's usually stuck taking him places because he can't drive."
Donatella laughed and nodded. "Oh, trust me I can, Jake," she said, commenting on his request to make things hotter. "I just toned it down. People from around here are such whimps when it comes to spicy things. And thank you for the compliment." She beamed, deciding she liked the kid, despite how fast he seemed to be going with her daughter. "Now, what school do you go to, Jake? You can't go to Forks High, it's too far!"
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 16:04:51 GMT -5
"There's a school on the rez. We go there until senior year then we usually either go to college or stay there." He grinned. "Really... I don't know what I'm going to do after high school... I'd like to go to college buut." He looked at Gabrielle, knowing she would understand. "There are certain things that keep me here."
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 16:08:54 GMT -5
Donatella nodded. "Well, there are universities near Forks, why don't you go to any of those?"
Gabrielle made a face. "Because he has to stay and take care of his father, you know. Both his sisters are off and one's getting married I think. Somebody's got to do it."
Donatella nodded, understanding. "That's very sweet of you, Jacob. God knows Gabrielle would never do something like that."
Gabrielle slapped her face and shook her head, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Thanks mom."
Donatella laughed and turned her attention back to Jake. She was going to ask all the questions Joe would ask. "So how are your grades at school?"
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 16:10:59 GMT -5
"Good. I've been... sick lately." God he hated lying. "So I'm almost caught up." He told her. "I've always been a pretty good student I supposed." He stood up. "May I take the dishes?" He asked her. He was going to try and avoid lying as much as he could.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 16:14:58 GMT -5
Donatella nodded. "Go right ahead, dear."
Gabrielle jumped up and said, "I'll help!" She grabbed a few of the things and hurried into the kitchen. "Stay there, mother. We'll get everything cleaned up." She wanted to talk to Jake in the kitchen... alone.
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 16:23:11 GMT -5
Jake picked up all the plates and carried them into the kitchen. He waited for her to enter and heard the door shut. "Gabrielle... I can't lie anymore. If she comes up to the rez this weekend she's going to find out, my entire family would have to lie to her and then AFTER we get married we'd tell her and we'd be breaking her trust... let's just tell her and get it over with."
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 16:30:03 GMT -5
"We're not lying, we're just omitting things. And she doesn't have to know. Why does she have to know? It's not like she has to know every little detail in our lives. I'm not technically supposed to know, but I do. She doesn't have to know. And if she knew, it'd be puting not only your pack in danger, but her. Vampires could like... I don't know, take her for ransom or something. She does not have to know, and nobody's going to tell her. How's that going ot be brought up, anyway? 'Yeah, hey Jake, are you a werewolf?' If she were to ask that, then you can say 'sure, yeah I am.' Otherwise, she wouldn't even think of asking about it. It's not lying if it was never said."
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 16:34:22 GMT -5
"I know... but... you try being different." He sighed.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 16:41:40 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks for the one-liner -.-;;;
IC: "Different?" She was ready to hit him. "Try being different? Jake, I was different the moment I got here. Ignore the fact that I still have episodes, and that Dr. Roger's hasn't been able to fix me totally. Ignore my Post Traumatic Stress, ignore all that. If I didn't have it, I'd still be the one people talk about behind my back. I'd be the one people stare at because I look a little different, or because I have a funny accent. I'm the one who's from across the country. I get treated like crap at my school, and nobody does jack about it. I know exactly how it feels to be different, Wolf Boy. Maybe I'm not the same different as you, but I'm still different. Don't tell me I don't know how it feels, you know me better than that. You don't wake up in the middle of the night and think your room is being flooded, or see a decaying body next to you in bed. And you know what, Jake? My episodes don't happen during the day anymore. It's dreams. They've come back. Don' you dare tell me I don't know how it feels. Don't you dare!
"And you know what else? I haven't told my mother because it would just hurt her. Telling her something like that would burden her more than she already is. Even if she did believe us, it would just hurt her to know her daughter is dating someone who could possibly rip my head off in one second. Doesn't matter how in control you are, it won't keep her from worrying. I've seen her worry. I saw her worry about me every day since David died."
Gabrielle dropped the dishes in the sink. "Hear me?"
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Post by Jacob Black on Jan 1, 2007 22:10:11 GMT -5
"Gabi." He pleaded. "I hate lying. I know your mom would worry. I know you're different from the others, I know that you get treated badly at school. But you don't understand that I have to tell her at one point in time..." He leaned forward, towering over her. "Let her get to know me first. Then we'll tell her. Once she trusts me we can tell-" He stopped and froze, completely... bloodlust. He smelt it, he sensed it, he knew it. "Vampires." He snarled and heard a wolf's howl. "Gabrielle... I need to g-" The window in the kitchen smashed open and Jake dashed in front of Gabrielle. The vampire looked around, blood dripping from his mouth and covering his chin. He grinned, his bloody fangs gleaming. Jake snarled slightly, then remembered Gabrielle's mother.
"Gabi." He growled as he let himself change. "Go get your mother." He said slowly and carefully. "Get her and stay behind me whatever you do. I want you to be near me at all times, behind me against the wall in the corner." He stood on his hind legs, his hackles raised. He wasn't going to let this vampire hurt her. He was relieved as he heard her mother enter the room. "Tell her to stay behind me. Hold her there." He snarled at the vampire, setting back down on his forepaws and took a step foreward, his tail held up in the air in warning, his fangs bared.
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Post by Gabrielle Gamarra on Jan 1, 2007 22:36:29 GMT -5
Donatella tried to scream, but no sound fled her lips. Gabrielle hurried to her side, grabbing her hand. "It's okay, mom. Jake'll kill him."
"What?" She didn't understand what was going on.
"You know that movie you like? Underworld? That's sort of what this is, except vampires really are evil, and werewolves aren't. Jacob's a werewolf, Mother. Now we have to stay near him in case the vampire tries anything."
Donatella dug her nails into her daughter's hands unconciously, terrified of the sight in front of her. "Oh god... oh god..."
"Mom! We've been through worse... much worse. Close your eyes and think of happy stuff." Although she was trying not to be afraid, she was terrified. Since when had the vampires around here gotten violent? This wasn't a member of the Cullen family, who--as much as she hated to admit it--hadn't hurt anybody that she knew of. This vampire was far more dangerous.
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