This is a very very very very early x-mas gift to Mit... YUS! since she never specified I might as well do this one for her and we'll see how this story progresses from there...

There are a few elements based on the book and move "Practical Magic" but most of it will deviate in later chapters.... I hope... any who, this is EdwardXJacob... in case that wasn't obvious. But yeah, it will eventually get there.. soon I hope.. so... read and review? please?

OH! Also! I'm only using a small portion of the Twilight cast due to me not having read the books in what seems like forever... so yeah... sorry! ^-^'''

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing....

Natural Magic

Prologue

My mother had a gift. She was what the white people would call a witch. But to my tribe, she was a healer. She was magic. The gift was passed down to all the women of her family... I wound up being the exception. You see, my mother only lived long enough to have a son. And that resulting in me being the first male ever born to my mother's line. I was the odd man out. My mother taught me what she could before she died, dying in my father's stead. My aunts blamed the curse...

There was this curse that had been put in place by great great great grandmother after she had lost her husband. The curse had started as a simple spell to make sure she would never love again. That spell formed into a curse that followed our blood line. For anyone that would love the child descended from the blood line, their lover would come to meet an unfortunate death.

There's a second story that my aunts would always tell me about. The gist of it was that, our great ancestor was the wife of a great wolf. They had two children, twin daughters. And those daughters had a gift, not only of magic and working with the world around them, but the gift to change their shape. They could phase between wolf and human from the time they were sixteen and on. And these daughters went on to have daughters of their own. And their daughters had daughters. And so on... until one of these daughters had a son... and that's how my story... begins...

Age seven...

"Eyes the color of green amber..." I whispered, plucking a petal from the lilac before me. "Favorite shape... will be the crescent moon... the voice of the gods... and a smile that can charm almost anyone..." A petal was used for each description, being added to the bowl as I finally stepped out of the small green house and into the yard. They spiraled upward and into the sky, my gaze lifting with them.

"Jacob.. what are you doing?" I blinked and turned to look at my father, the man sitting in the front door as he watched me. Slowly, I lowered the bowl to my side and made my way over.

"A love spell.." I whispered, keeping my head down and gaze down cast.

"I thought you told me you never wanted to fall in love..."

I shrugged. "I don't... so I figure... if I thought up a girl that never exists... I can't..."

My father sighed and pulled me into his lap, holding me close. "Jacob... you know your mother wouldn't want that..."

"But... I don't want to be heartbroken... like you..." I whispered. I felt him stiffen before he relaxed a little.

"Let's get you into bed, Jacob..."

17 years later... present...

A laugh escaped me as an arm circled around my waist, pulling me into a familiar chest. A deeper chuckle sounded in my ear, a pair of slightly chapped lips pressing to my neck in a loving kiss. I hummed softly and slowly turned around to face the other.

"Found you..." he whispered, lips hovering over mine in a cocky smirk.

"That you did... now what are you going to do about it?" I asked, gaze lifting from his lips to meet brown eyes. His smirk grew.

"This.." and with that, his lips were on mine. I groaned slightly, tilting my head back to angle the kiss and deepen it. He pulled back after a moment, giving me one last peck on the lips. "I really should be leaving here soon.." he muttered, taking a small step back.

I rolled my eyes and nudged him towards the door, a smile in place. "Oh go to work... what time will you be home?"

"Around supper. Like always. Think you can survive until then?" he asked, chuckling as I nudged him again.

"Of course. What do I look like? A pansy? Go. I've got things under control here." I replied, stealing a last kiss before he stepped out the door.

"Love you, Jake..."

"Love you too, Seth..."

He smiled and left, the door shutting soundly behind him. Only after he was gone did I start to hear the owl call in the still dark morning hours. I glanced out the window, the sun barely peaking up over the horizon. I ignored it, my gaze drifting off to the tree where I could see the raptor... white feathers glistening and giving it a near ghost like appearance. For a second, it looked as if it were staring right back at me. A shiver ran down my spine and I snapped the blinds shut along with the window. I couldn't... it wasn't possible...

The phone rang sometime around nine, one of my closest friends calling me as per usual. She was in Arizona at present and was, yet again, in a new relationship. I chuckled as I heard her laughter.

"I swear, you go through men faster than some of the women in Vegas..." I replied to a comment she made. She shrieked in laughter, snorting once before she managed to cover her mouth and stifle the sound.

"So says the man that's never left La Push..."

"Hey, I've been to Forks and a few of the cities surrounding it." I defended, sounding miffed. She scoffed.

"So adventurous Jake! Really! You're so daring! But seriously! I can't wait to come visit you so I can tell you all about my newest! Oh! I think he's the one!"

I chuckled, looking towards the door as there was a knock. "Hold on a second, Bells, gotta answer the door. Can I call ya back?"

"Of course!" she replied. I muttered another quick apology before hanging up and making my way to the door. What greeted me was Sam, one of our closest friends. I smiled in greeting, the expression faultering when he lifted a grim gaze to mine.

"Sam?" I asked, eyes scanning his face. Something was wrong. And then it dawned on me. He should have been at work. Fear started to grip me and I took a step forward. "What's wrong? Is Emily alright?! Sam?!"

He set his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place. "Jake.." he croaked out. "You might want to sit down..."

"No! What's wrong!? Is it my dad!? Wh- What's going on!?"

Sam winced slightly before looking at the ground and lifting his gaze back to mine. "Jake... Seth's dead..."

I looked into his eyes and my blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" I croaked. He swallowed and nodded. "No! You're... you're lying! Sam! Please tell me you're lying!" He shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, Jake... It was an accident... the car didn't stop and..."

Outside, I could hear car doors and I bolted past Sam and out the door. This had to be a cruel joke. He just couldn't... I ran, straight into the arms of Embry, the taller holding me still as I struggled against his hold. "NO! GOD DAMN IT! LET ME GO! HE'S NOT!... He's not.... He's... not..." We sank to the ground, the gravel digging into my knees as I clung to Embry, sobbing.

The curse, it seemed... didn't apply to just the women of my mother's blood line....