A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first attempt at writing and I figured, why not start with a fanfic? I hope it doesn't suck too much. The inspiration behind this story was a song (see: title) that shuffled on my spotify of which I immediately resonated with. Story's sorta BD-rewritten, and some things (mostly the addition and bio of Beau) details of the book have been changed to fit the story better.

Anyways, I take no credit for anything here. Full credit goes to the author, Stephanie Meyer. I'm just taking the characters she's written for a spin, s'all.

Enjoy! x

- Jacob -

Leech. I grimaced internally.

The nauseatingly sweet smell filled my nose as if I'd just ran through a wall made out of it. Changing my patrol route, I followed the trail out of both curiosity and obligation. Patrols around the reservation had been mundane ever since the Cullens' sudden disappearance three years back. And because vamp activity stopped altogether after that, the pack slowly dialed down patrols to the point where there's usually only one of us out every night.

Still, a bloodsucker that dared come this close to the tribe?

Deciding to err on the side of caution, I turned my head towards the sky and let out a howl, letting the pack know that something was up. We were probably too far away to communicate via pack mind but I'm sure they'd notice the smell as soon as they phased.

Could the Cullens be back? No... it can't be them. I smell only one.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts as I approached a clearing in the forest. Sensing the origin of the smell about half a mile away on the other side, my body instinctively tensed, fur bristling and teeth bared as my senses went on high alert. Even though I couldn't see who it was clearly, the smell was unmistakable, and my ears were picking up on two distinct but wildly conflicting sounds.

First, a heart that was beating way too fast for a human. But still, a heartbeat.

Second, a breathing that was way too natural to be faked by a bloodsucker and yet, there was no mistake- the smell belonged to one of them.

The fuck is going on? I wondered.

As I trod closer to the thing, I heard a hushed but panicked whisper.

"—ly shit. What the hell is that thing? She said there'd be friendly wolves, not ones that're six friggin' feet tall with teeth and claws that look like they'd cut through me like a hot knife through butter. Okay, it's confused. Shit, nevermind, it's coming closer. Oh god. Do I fight?"

Amused by the idea of a one-sided fight, I snickered, which, while I was phased, came out a grunt. With half the distance closed, I could see it- him, more clearly. The first thing I noticed were his eyes- they were a deep golden-yellow with tints of brown. Almost like the eyes of a wolf. He was slightly shorter than me in my wolf form with short, reddish brown hair- a colour that almost matched my fur, that curled a little towards the front. His olive skin was impossibly smooth underneath a black beater, which accentuated the muscles in his arms and ripped, holey blue jeans that were cuffed neatly at the bottom.

He resembled a teen model fresh out of a fitness magazine, and yet, he looked uncannily familiar. You ever get that feeling when you look at someone and they immediately remind you of another person you know, but you just can't remember who? Yeah, this is it. Fuck, it's frustrating.

I studied his face intensely- high cheekbones, perfect eyebrows, straight nose, pronounced jawline, full lips.

Yeap. Definitely reminds me of someone. But... who?

'What's going on?'

'Someone we know?'

'Almost there, Jake.'

The voices of Sam, Paul and Jared interrupted my train of thought. It was a Tuesday night and since the younger ones had school, it made sense that only the top-in-commands of the pack were coming.

Do you guys see this? I thought to the guys, concentrating on the image of the creature half a mile away from me, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as if he knew what was going on in my head.

'Who is that? No. What is that? The smell is undoubtedly his but his heart, even if a little too fast, is beating.' Sam pondered as the three of them reached the clearing and took their places beside me with Sam, the alpha of our pack, in the lead at the front.

One of us should probably talk to him and since you were here first, Jacob?

Hearing Sam's request, I obliged and phased back, feeling the heat all over my body ripple and gather at my core. Once I was human again, I stepped behind the grayish-brown wolf that was Jared and pulled on the pair of jean shorts that was tied around my ankle, which prompted Jared to turn towards me, rolling his eyes.

"Gotta show some decency at least." I shrugged, walking slowly but confidently towards the mysterious creature in front of us. A breeze brushed past me towards him, and his body tensed up as he looked at me, eyes widening slightly.

Tch. Bloodsucker must've finally smelt us. Bet he's reeling.

"The land you're currently on is protected by us, and we will not hesitate to end you the moment you give us a reason to." I announced, my voice deep and commanding. "Now, who and what are you?"

His voice, like the other bloodsuckers, flowed melodically even with the slight stutter of embarrassment.

"M-my name is Beaufort Cull—Swan. Beaufort Swan." He quickly corrected himself, as if the word he was about to say was a profanity. It didn't slip past me, though.

"Wait a 'sec. Cullen?" I shot accusingly, hearing grunts and growls from the wolves behind me. The pack wasn't exactly a fan of the Cullens, especially after knowing they were planning on breaking the treaty. The abrupt disappearance only made it worse. Go figure.

Beaufort sighed resignedly, as if he had just spilled a secret he shouldn't have. "Yes. Cullen. That was the family I... had. As for your second question, I am what we call a hybrid- half vampire, half human."

Silence blanketed the guys and I as we try to process what had just been told to us.

"Impossible!" Sam shouted in anger and disbelief as he phased back, stalking towards Beaufort... naked.

"Wait, wait! I can show you. Just, calm down. I can prove to you that what I'm saying is the truth." Beaufort answered in a panicked voice as he stepped back, hands raised up as if confronted by a cop.

"How?" Sam demanded, his initial outburst slowly dissipating.

Sam (and most of the pack, really) had toned our tempers down over the years and we have finally stopped exploding at literally everything. Which, honestly still surprises me sometimes. If this was us before the Cullens disappeared, the poor kid would've been torn to pieces on a whim by now.

"If you knew the Cullens, then you'd know that some of them had gifts. And so do I."

"And what would that be?"

"It would be easier if I showed you. Also, um, now that you've calmed down, can you, um, put your pants on?" Beaufort stuttered out, his cheeks a slight but noticeable red as he turned his head to the side.

"Right. Yeah. Okay." Sam rolled his eyes, a tinge of embarrassment and annoyance in his voice as he tried to brush it off.

Shit, what if this is a trap? What if his gift is an electric shock on demand or some shit like that?

"Although that does sound interesting, and I would love to have it, sure, but this is not a trap." Beaufort chuckled.

"Wait, what? Did you.."

Read my mind? I finished the sentence in my head.

"Yes, I did. I have been the moment I saw you. It's part of my gift. I usually try not to, of course, out of respect. But, see, there was one, then four gigantic wolves which were taller than me right in front of me and I was scared shitless. So..." He explained, the blush from before creeping back.

"Yes." He added, glancing at a grumbling Jared and Paul, who probably asked if he could read us while we were phased.

Huh, no wonder he was surprised when the three of them joined the pack mind.

Wait. Mind-reading. His face. Mind-reader. Of course! Edward!

"Holy shit, are you Edward's son?" I blurted out incredulously.

"It's been a while, but yes. Edward is my biological father. And Bella, my biological mother." He reminisced, a hint of anger flashing across his face, which left as quickly as it appeared as he extended his hand to Sam, who had his jean shorts on. "Take my hand and don't panic."

"I'm Sa—" Sam's breath hitched, his body tensing up the moment he grabbed Beaufort's hand.

"Sam! What did you do?" I almost shouted, as I took a step towards the two of them, ready to phase and jump on the hybrid. Jared and Paul were growling beside me, ready to attack as well.

"It's fine. I'm fine. Took me by surprise, that's all." Sam assured, his voice unfocused and distant as his body slowly relaxed.

We watched in silence and impatience at Sam and Beaufort, who had his eyes closed. Sam's, on the other hand, were glazed over. One would think that time had frozen around them if not for the beating of their hearts and the rise and fall of their chests. After a minute or two, they returned to normal and their hands parted.

Sam looked deep in thought, as if he had just seen a very deep and contemplative movie, and was trying hard to understand it. I have to admit, I was pretty damn curious to find out what he could do. And also the anger.

I wonder what happened?

Beaufort glanced at me as and rolled his eyes as he stuck his hand out to me. "You can have your turn if you want."

Oops. Sorry, didn't mean to pry. You don't have to answer the second part. I eagerly reached for his hand, which was surprisingly not as cold as the rest of the Cullens.

"Maybe it's because there's this liquid called blood that flows in my veins, you goob." He offhandedly muttered, slightly annoyed.

Hey! What's goob supposed to me— I gasped as my vision went black. I tried blinking a few times but to no avail. My memories, mostly of Bella and Edward, started flooding through my head like it was on fast forward replay. When I met Bella on the beach; when I crashed their prom; when we found Bella in the forest; the bikes; Bella's cliff-diving stunt; the Cullens' return; our first kiss; the night in the tent; the newborn army; our talk in my room; the wedding; the fight on the day I last saw Bella; the day the pack found out the Cullens were missing, and then, nothing. Blackness, again.

'... Thank you, Jacob.' Beaufort's voice rang in my head, as a few hurried and tense voices started talking in the darkness. 'My turn, now.'

...

"We can't be together, Boo. There are many bad people coming for you. They think you're something you're not, and they won't hesitate to take you away."

"I'll show them! I can show them that I'm not what they think I am!"

"They won't listen, Boo. They won't care. Your daddy and I, and everyone in the family has decided that sending you away is for the best. You'll be able to live your life normally."

"But you are my life! How can I live normally without you- without any of you?!"

"Well leave you with more money than you'll ever need. And even though it's only been six months, you're fully able to take care of yourself. You're able to speak fluently, you have both blood and venom flowing in your veins, which makes you perpetually as strong as a newborn. You know how to hunt, and in case it's not convenient to, you're able to survive on human food just fine. In any case, even though aunt Alice can't see into your future, she can see into the bad guys'. And they won't come after you if you leave."

"But... why? You and daddy promised me that we'd be together forever!"

"I know, Boo, and we are so, so very sorry for being unable to keep that promise. You have to trust me. Please. We're running out of time."

"Where do I go? What do I do? I can't be alone mommy, I can't! I don't wanna go! Please, mommy, don't make me go."

"You have to. Boo. You need to be brave. Do it for me, for daddy. For everyone. Go to Jaco—Forks. If you don't know where else to go, go to Forks. There will be someone there that'll take care of you. If you're lucky, you'll even find a bunch of friendly wolves there to play with as well."

"I... I'll try. Will I... Will I ever see you again?"

"Thank you, Boo. I don't know. The bad guys may come for us and if worse comes to worse, they'll take all of us away. But not you. They won't be able to find you after you erase yourself from the others. That's why we can't be with you, Boo. You absolutely cannot be taken by th—"

"Bella. Boo, I'm sorry. You have to do it now. Any longer and your scent will linger long enough for Demet—the bad guys, to be able to find you."

"God dammit, we know, Alice! Just give me one more minute."

"Fine. But that's the last one he has."

"Boo, it's... it's time. I'm so sorry. We all are. Please remember that you will always be our little Boo."

"Okay…"

Goodbye, grampa Carls. Goodbye, gramma Es. Goodbye, aunt Alice. Goodbye, uncle Jas. Goodbye, aunt Rosy. Goodbye, uncle Emmy. Goodbye, daddy. Goodbye... momm—

…

Colour returned to my vision as Beaufort let go of my hand and the first thing I saw was a mix of horror, confusion, grief and anger on his face.

"Holy shit." I breathed.

'Crap, that wasn't meant for you. Sorry.' His voice, on the verge of cracking, rang urgently in my mind as he grabbed my hand again.

My vision went black and—

Beaufort's skin was surprisingly not as cold as the other Cullens.

Is it the blood? I wondered. I gasped as my vision went black. I tried blinking a few times but to no avail.

'You're fine. Just listen.' Beaufort's emotionless voice rang in my head. I started hearing a few anxious voices in the darkness and I focused intently on them.

...

"Edward, remember, Beau has to come out first before you change her."

"I know, Carlisle, I know!"

Almost, mommy. Sorry for trouble. Boo be good when out. Promise.

"Just a little more. Push, Bella!"

"I'M PUSHING!"

"Finally! He's out, he's out! Rose, take him. Edwa—"

"Already on it."

"Heart first. Make use of it while it's still pumping."

…

As colour returned to my vision, I could see Edward turning to face me as his fingers left the grand piano in front of us. A tiny hand was on Edward's forearms. My hand.

Daddy play beautiful. Boo love very much!

"Thank you. I love Boo very much, too. Look at you! It's only been a week since you were born and yet you look like you're at least a year old. And here we are, communicating, even!"

Teehee. Boo special!

"Why, yes you are, my little Boo. Yes you are."

Hmm. Daddy? One week. Where mommy?

"Oh. Well… She... It's not convenient for you to see her at the moment."

Why?

"We're afraid that she's still a little... unstable. Just a few more days, alright, Boo?"

Why? Mommy fine when Boo inside.

"You were... You remember..?"

Of cos! Boo show daddy?

"Yes, Boo. Please."

...

"Whoa." I breathed, the clearing returning to view as Beaufort's hand let go of mine.

Tch, "unstable". Means Bella's one of the fucking leeches now. They had to break the treaty just because they wanted to fuck without using a condom. Great, Bells. Just. Great. A wave of realisation crashed over me mid-thought. The Cullens left three years ago. So that means Beaufort... is technically only three.

"Beauf—" I froze as I found myself staring right into his amber eyes, everything around me except him started to blur. Suddenly, the familiar heat in my core started burning a different, but impossibly perfect temperature. A comfort the likes of a hot shower on a cold day coursed through my veins and throughout my body. I felt as if I wasn't bound by gravity anymore, and whatever weight that was holding me to the ground was lifted.

A million invisible threads reached out of Beaufort towards me, piercing painlessly into every inch of my body, burying themselves into my soul. Every fibre of my being was bonded to his, as if I belonged to him. He was the one anchoring me to the ground now. He was the force grounding me to earth, to reality, to life. And, from now on, he would be the reason why I'd stay alive.

Beaufort Cullen, I am yours- for forever.

"Oh, hell no." My reverie ended as the blur began to fade.

No, no, no, this can't be fucking happening. Not with a half-leech, and definitely not with a fucking guy for god's sake. I started to panic as I came to the realisation of what just happened.

Grandma in underpants. Grandma in underpants. Grandma in underpants. I filled my thoughts with images of an old and wrinkly woman in her underpants in a desperate attempt to prevent Beaufort from finding out what happened.

"Wha—" He began, but was interrupted by Sam.

"Jacob?"

"Sam, I... I need to go." I growled through clenched teeth. I turned and took off towards the forest, letting the heat gathered at my core go, rippling across my body as I hit the ground on all fours, what was left of my shredded pants flying around me.

'Jake, you alright?'

'Jake? What happened?'

Grandma in underpants. Grandma in underpants. GRANDMA IN UNDERPANTS. AND DON'T FUCKING FOLLOW ME! I thought-shouted as loud as I could and kept running. The more I ran, the more my chest ached.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.