Disclaimer: Twilight, its plots and characters, belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just wish I owned Jacob. Like a lot of us fanpeople.

Summary: They were lurking in the dark, all these years, wanting you to believe they were legends. They waited. The waiting's over; times to get on stage and see the world you've missed out on. JacobxOC. Rated T for intense swearing & mild religious content.

My first OC-centric Twilight fanfiction. I tend to have a very scribbly and incomprehensible style, so read at your own risks. Also, my stories are always very... explicit. When it comes to language, anyways. So I should warn anyone and everyone who's going to read this; I make my character swear a lot. I'll try my best to keep Jacob in character, but I can't guarantee anything decent. But Skye's going to swear. Lots.

Prologue

March 31st, 2008

« Despite my propositions being rich in information and heavily supported by several philosophers and so-called 'ancient texts', nothing has been or can be proven, in any way, shape or form. Nd in any case, the theories I present are either too shocking to be true or too absurd to be false. I then leave things in your hands, and you shall decide: am I completely insane, or do my suggestions contain fragments of truth, or are they, altogether, plausible? If you dub me insane, then I'll leave the paperwork to you. Banning me from an association which I was never a part of should prove to be quite the interesting task for those who think I'm insane. »

-introduction do Dr. Hauscroff's seminar on various world theories-

I pulled my window open and removed the screen. I jumped out and clung to the lilac tree. I climbed all the way to the to, jumping on the roof, trying to make my landing as quiet as humanly possible. I trudged quietly to the summit of the roof and descended a little bit further up front. I sat down and laid back, resting my head in my hands. I was used to this. I did this almost every night, in the summer. Climbing on the roof and watching the stars. Somewhere underneath me, in my room, I'd left the radio on. The volume was loud enough for me to hear it, just as background music. Matchbox Romance was an amazing band. I loved them especially for their song called Monsters. I really liked imagining stories to it. You know, superhero adventures. Things that you only see in your dreams.

I frowned when I noticed a couple laughing, walking in the street across from my house. I was a little paranoid. I automatically assumed that they were laughing at the song I was listening to. But that was insane. I could barely hear it. Much less some strangers walking across the street. I sighed, disappointed in myself. I needed to stop worrying about everything and anything.

Somewhere in the creeping darkness, I heard a wolf howl. Or maybe it was a dog; I wasn't quite sure. For all I knew, it could have easily been a coyote, too. Those things were frequent around these parts--around Chateauguay. My friends had come to school whining about coyotes and dogs and whatever else there was in the woods behind their places. I was one of the few who didn't have the luxury of living right next to a forest. I used to. But we moved. It was a sad day, too. I really loved those woods.

I heard another howl, closer this time. I frowned. either a coyote was being chased down by some moronic, newcomer hunter or a dog was on the loose and chasing after... a cat, a squirrel, a beaver--whatever it is dog's chase these days. Police sirens sounded off and I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Whatever was running wild in the streets was bound to be caught now. I waited for the sirens to quiet down(they give me the nastiest migraines). Five, ten, fifteen minutes. The howling was sporadic and the sirens hadn't shut up. Not amused that my nocturnal outing was disturbed, I gently tiptoed to the edge of the roof. I jumped off and rolled--my Parkour teacher had taught me how to do it properly a few days ago. I decided to head to the small park. I took the short, narrow alleyway that borrowed my neighbor's driveway, stuffing my hands in my hoodie's pockets. I loved that hoodie. It was my only black one, my only My Chemical Romance hoodie. My brother had tried borrowing it once. I almost clawed his eyes out.

I was too busy trying to shove the headache away to notice that the alley was darker than it should have been. After all, it was a full moon that night. And full moons in Chateauguay are synonyms to 'watch out for the freaking spotlight'. Instead, what I noticed first were the flashing lights--red blue white red blue white red blue white--and it made my head spin. The next thing I noticed was how the howling had stopped for the past two minutes and how the sirens had been turned off. I frowned and lifted my head.

I wasn't too sure of what I was seeing at that point. I double checked, just to make sure that I wasn't imagining something. I did that a lot. Seeing something insane, like a huge bear, when it's just really a pile of coats and hats. But this... I was pretty sure there wasn't a way I could have been imagining the glowing, mirroring eyes and the growl-like breathing. I hadn't noticed I stopped breathing until I started hyperventilating. I was going to scream, but the lack of air was sort of getting in the way. I was scared, more than I had ever been in my life. I'd dreamt about things like that; dying at the hands of some otherworldly creature. Though, in dreams, I never died. I woke up just before whatever deadly thing wanted me dead would hit. But this was entirely different than what I dreamt and read and wrote. This feeling of impending doom was completely different. There's no way I could ever describe it well enough for you to shake and sweat the way I did.

The only reason I noticed I'd fallen to my knees was because the gigantic thing in front of me suddenly became bigger. My breathing got faster and faster and I could feel my legs and arms turn to ice. I was clutching my chest so hard, I knew I'd leave bruises. Not that it would matter. I was going to die anyways. At the hands--paws or claws or tentacles or whatever it was that thing had--of something I'd never seen in my life before, something whose existence the world had forever denied.

Somewhere, the sirens started again, and the flashing lights started fading into the distance. I tried to scream and call out for them not to leave, that it was here, whatever they were looking for what right fucking there, but I couldn't breathe anymore. My throat had just closed up altogether. I whimpered--that was the only begging I could do. I wasn't begging for it--whatever it was--to spare me. I was begging for the quickest, most painless death possible.

I could feel it getting closer. I felt its footsteps as it got nearer, until, eventually, I could feel its warmth swallow me whole. I couldn't see anything anymore. Behind me was pitch black. In front of me, the moon had been covered my some enormous furry, fuzzy form. Someone was saying something. It took me a while to realize I had been the one muttering "Oh god oh god oh god..." over and over again, like my life depended on it. I didn't stop chanting the two words. I couldn't bring myself to look up more than I already had; I was looking straight ahead and even then I could only see its... its chest. At least I assumed that's what it was.

"Oh god. Oh fucking mother of Jesus someone fucking save me." I choked, wondering how it was possible for me to speak when I was barely able to breathe at all.

There was a light crackling sound as I fell on my side—every muscle in my body had suddenly refused to stay alive, letting my limbs grow colder and colder—but I knew the sound hadn't come from me. I was going to scream, I swear to god I was just about to scream. But a hand, so warm it felt like a white-hot iron, pressed harshly against my mouth. It told me to shut up and to stay quiet. Well, the person to whom the hand belonged to told me to stay quiet. I nodded a few hundred times.

"B-but that that that thing...!" I whined, screwing my eyes shut and clamping my arms around myself. I was trying to will the world away. I was hoping that the next time I'd open my eyes, the world would go away and that I'd be on my roof again and that none of this what-the-fucking-hell crap had happen.

"Don't open them." the voice said. He, for I had successfully reassembled my thoughts enough to ascertain a gender, sounded harsh and tired. I would have frowned if not for the feeling of, you know, impending doom.

"Why not? Why the bloody fucking hell not?" I was getting angry and I didn't know why. I dug my fingers into my arms—I knew I'd wake up with bruises there, too. I felt tears stinging at my closed eyes. I knew it was better I keep the shut anyways, unless I wanted to have gallons of water spewing from my eyes. But I wouldn't tell him that.

"It's not safe yet."

I was going to ask why he had that cocky tone, but when I heard the familiar rustling of fabric against skin, I shut up. I was thankful for the cover of darkness. It was most likely covering up the inhumane shade of red I'd become. But for a moment I was wondering if there wasn't a double meaning to the warning. And for another moment, I was wondering why he was putting his pants(or shorts or whatever he'd planned on wearing) on rather than just rape and kill me. That's what men do in dark creepy alleys in the dead of night right?

"Wha... Where'd that thing go?" I whispered, trying to keep the uncharacteristic whining and whimpering to myself from thereon out. "It was it was freaking there. Right there. You saw you it? You so fucking saw it you have to have seen it it was the hugest thing ever." I rambled, still unable to remove myself from the asphalt. I felt like I was glued to it. Even though I knew that it greatly contributed to my freezing limbs.

"It was probably just a coyote or a stray dog or something." I heard him say. I wasn't convinced in the least. His voice sounded tense and off and fake.

"No way in hell that thing was a dog. It was freaking huge, get? Huge! I couldn't even see the moon. I see it now it's right there. It's high right? It's so high..." I felt my breath quicken again as the stranger took a few steps towards me, repeating over and over again that it had just been a dog. It sounded like he was trying to calm me down rather than convince me that I had gone insane. That thought... utterly disturbed me.

"...I want to open my eyes." I ended up whispered, though I wasn't sure if the man had heard me or not because of my harsh breathing. I could barely understand myself.

"Don't." and it sounded more like a feral growl than anything human I'd ever heard. I was starting to connect the dots while I was recollecting the bits and pieces of my consciousness that had been spread all over the place. I was starting to connect dots that weren't even supposed to exist. Can you imagine the kind of painful confusion was taking place in my mind?

I could tell his body was getting closer. Barely, because of the thick veil of darkness that wouldn't go away, but I was able to see he was walking forward. Slowly though. Like I was some kind of deer he was about to pounce on. That idea was enough to scare me. But then something else dawns on me: the heat radiating from him. I don't know when, but at some point in time I sat up. I started crawling backwards, towards the fence that limited the alleyway that lead to the park. I was seriously starting to regret ever getting up on my stupid roof.

"Don't. Don't move any god damn fucking closer you..." I let out a strangled laughter, that may or may not have sounded like a sob. "You son of a bitch."

Again, I heard the feral growl, but no words accompanied it. I let out a shaky sigh, and a whimper alongside it. I pressed myself against the fence, and I'm sure it must have looked like I was trying to go through it. I gripped the metal wires so hard I felt like my fingers would never budge. I screwed my eyes shut even tighter, now desperate to shut up my mouth and eyes and everything altogether. The wind blew at that point. A warm breeze, something I wasn't aware could exist on a cold March night. I couldn't help but snap my eyes open, but I kept staring at the ground to my right. My neck was completely available, I noticed. I couldn't help but thinking that was the worst thing to do. One fell sweep of his hand and he would just crush me. I heard another growl and the most horrible tearing sound ever. I cried out, weakly though, and closed my eyes instantly.

The howl broke me. From head to toe, everything in my body shattered at that point. I was frozen there, stuck to the fence, becoming a part of it. I heard the monster snarl—where did the man go? I couldn't grasp any logical sense before my mind was thrown to the wind again. The howling over, I thought my head would explode. The silence was torture. The lights in houses were being turned on everywhere and people were coming out of their homes, I could hear it. The beast snarled. I let out another strangled sob.

"Oh god oh god oh god Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven..." and I was reciting my prayers without having the slightest idea why. I felt like it was the wrong thing to say for some reason. Like that would only upset the beast even more. Another gust of warm wind blew.

And in clicked.

"Holy fucking mother of pearl!" I cried, eyes still screwed shut, hot breath still washing over me, snarl still clearly audible, men and women still coming out of their houses to faces their deaths. "Wendigo. Wendigo. That that that native American story the the man who turned into a wolf the Wendigo. The—holy mother of God I can't believe it..."

Finally. My consciousness was slipping away. I was finally losing the battle against the heavy black drapes that had been threatening to engulf me since the minute I walked in the alley. But I wasn't giving up yet. I had to know.

"What-wh-what's you're name? You you have to have a name they all do everyone does what's you fucking name?" I was screaming. I couldn't help it; everything was boiling and spilling all over the place because of the fear. The intense, indescribable fear. "My eyes are closed. Turn back. Turn fucking back before they all see the giant motherfucking wolf you freaking idiot!"

But whatever I was expecting to happen never happened. Within a few seconds, what I thought was a wolf was suddenly gone, and the cold wind took the place of the invading warmth. I had never realized how cold it was outside until then. I reluctantly let go of the fence, my fingers still crisped in the form of the aluminum wires. It hurt just to take them away. I stumbled on all fours; I was searching the broken-up asphalt with my hands. I knew the clothes had been torn apart, that's what the tearing sound had been. I patted around for a few seconds until I found a piece of clothing with a tag on it. I tried to open my eyes—that was painful, too. But at least they were already accustomed to the darkness. Reading the name on the label was easy. (Though honestly, who bothers tagging their stuff these days?)

Jacob Black

"I'll remember that." I whispered, surprising myself with the amount of venom contained in those few words. "I'll track you and hunt you down if it's the last thing I do." I heard the bone-breaking howl, far off in the distance.

The last thing I remembered was that; my shaking uncontrollably. I woke up with a start, staring at my alarm clock. 6:27 AM. Time to get up and get ready for school. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"I have the most fucked dreams..." My father walked into my room at that moment, to wake me up no doubt. But he looked too troubled. I frowned. Asked what was wrong.

"The... The officers are here to see you, Skye."

I looked down at myself. I'd just wrecked my favorite hoodie with dirt and wet leaves.

Very insecure author's note:

Very insecure is an understatement. I'd like to know what you all think of this. If I get enough reviews/positive feedback, I may actually bother writing up a second chapter. :) Pease reviewwwwww! Nice long reviews get cookies, cake and Naked Jacob.