This feeling. There was this feeling of warm blood, that dripped down your skin. The taste of iron covered your lips.

A nosebleed.

With a heavy groan, you twisted and curled in the backseat, managing to open your eyes. Your head was hurting like hell. It almost felt like as if your brain was trying to escape the shell. Nausea filled your mouth.

Breathing heavily, you managed to push yourself up. Your head felt heavy at first and fell forward before you regained your senses and straighten your back again.

The car was moving. Everything was shaking and sometimes there was this feeling of potholes.

Before your eyes, the small street and forest faded into a place that seemed like a proper road. You noticed a bridge passing by in the corner of your eyes. There were signal towers and buildings as well.

This part of the county looked a lot more civilised, like a proper part of the country even. Sometimes, people were to be seen. Most of them were armed heavily.

"What the fuck...", you mumbled, still a bit confused.

Something moved in the corner of your eyes.

Startled, you tore your gaze around, only to spot the white wolf with the red marks on its forehead.

A surprised sound escaped you, you wanted to raise your hands in defence. But you couldn't. They were tied up.

"Shit!", with a curse on your lips, you bit down on the ropes, trying to free yourself.

But the material was harder than expected, causing your gums to start bleeding. The taste of iron filled your mouth.

"Hm.", somebody moved in the drivers seat. "A fiery one, aren't you?"

Jacob glanced into the mirror to throw a glance back at you. There was a strange shimmer in his bright eyes and a smile hidden in the corner of his lips. As your eyes met his, he raised his chin to nod to you in a way of saying hello.

Was that... pride?

Why did he smirk like this?

He seemed so full of confidence, satisfied even.

Why was that?

You were but a mere stranger to him and yet he seemed unusually pleased about your meeting.

Trying to overplay your shaking hands, you put on an angry expression and sat straight up in the back seat so he was able to look you in the face.

"You're a kidnapper.", you said, trying to sound as clear as dawn. "You almost killed me!"

He shrugged, focusing on the road again.

"No. I am your fate. I'll take good care of you.", he gifted you a quick glance again. "Trust me, after I'm finished with you, you'll thank me for it."

"Bullshit! You wanted to murder me!"

"Don't think too highly of yourself. We're strangers, what would I gain by killing you?", he pressed his lips together, slightly shaking his head. "No, I do not kill. I cull. You are only of worth to me alive. For now."

Stopping in your rage, you took a moment to investigate his face. You had noticed how he always seemed to be trapped in his own thoughts. Even now, when he was talking to you, he was thinking about something else.

He was in a strange state of mind at the moment, you noticed.

He was speaking freely, carelessly even.

"Why did you do it?", you asked.

"Do what?", he sounded unbothered.

He wasn't interested in a conversation. But at the same time he had nothing against a little chat to kill some time.

"You pulled me through a broken window. The glass cut me. I could bleed out.", you placed a hand on your stomach. "You wanted to kill me."

"If so, why did I take the time to patch you up?", he looked at you through the mirror again.

This time, he seemed very serious. Suddenly, all his conciseness and attention was drawn to you.

He didn't know why, but as his eyes met yours he got trapped by the (E/C) orbs. They were like round balls of quicksand, filled with fear yet the will to survive, that trapped his attention.

He didn't had a chance to escape. He just had to keep his eyes on you.

Confused by his statement, you gently stroked over your stomach. It hurt to touch it, but you couldn't feel the cuts through the torn shirt.

There was something in the way. Bandages. They were surpringly well wrapped, tight enough to stop the blood from pouring out of the wounds, but not too tight to keep you from breathing.

There was a strange smell in the air, mixed with a burning sensation on your flesh.

Disinfectant. He had not only taken the time to tend to the wounds, he had actually cared for them. Neatly even.

Surprised, your lips parted, but you quickly pressed them shut again.

"Were you a medic?", you asked.

There was no point in arguing with him. He was taller than you, broader and probably also stronger. To add to that, he was also armed and was driving the car at the moment. Forcing him to crash it could have injured you as well. Or worse, you could have died.

So instead you figured it would be easier to survive by talking. It did not have to be a good conversation, nothing world moving, but good and long enough to distract him from his plans for you. Eventually, there would be a chance to escape.

Jacob moved in the drivers seat.

"You're noisy.", he said and grabbed the dog tags that were dangling around his neck. "But no. I was not."

You let an understanding sound to be heard.

"Pretty good medical work for someone without history.", you noted, hoping to get him to tell a story about it.

He shrugged again.

"It's just first aid."

"No, not really. This is good work. Could come from a nurse."

"And you know that so well because?"

"Because I am one."

Interested, his eyes jumped back to the mirror. He eyed you for a moment, visibly sceptical. Then, he had to suppress a short snort.

"What a plot twist.", he joked. "Wouldn't have expected someone like you to be a nurse."

You frowned.

"Why's that?", you leaned forward a bit to catch a better glimpse at the front row of the car.

There was a hunting knife laying on the passenger seat. It was in reach.

"You seem too soft.", he said and grabbed the knife. "And you're not good at hiding your intentions either."