OKAY! So this is my second story on here, the first being The Shadow Hunting Gryffindore from Camp Half Blood, but this is my first Twilight fic. My BFF is my beta and yeah, there's still possibly a lot of spelling issues. The story does contain a lot of swearing and a fair deal of Latin, but you'll find out what everything means along with the characters in the story. This story does contain a lot of Belle and Edward bashing, and a fair amount of Jake bashing, but this isn't the point of this. Anyway, I've put a lot of hard work into this, and this is the first time I've ever broken 3000 words on a chapter, so please be nice. Comment ehat you think! THANKS TO ANYBODY READING THIS!

Disclaimer: It's called fanfiction for a reason! but, I do not own Twilight, any of the bands I will reference or anything really that you recognize from the outernet.

BLAKE'S POV

It all started when I was five, and Uncle Charlie asked me to look after Belle. Like, for the rest of our lives. I remember that day in vivid detail.

Belle had turned three last weekend, but we had to throw the party today, the Saturday after. We had a lot of the quilute boys over, along with some of Belle's annoying friends from school. She was wearing a pretty pink dress with her hair in pigtails and tights and little ballet flats. Me, on the other hand, I had on one of my Dad's old band shirts that were long enough to be gowns, so we had tied it off at the side. I also had on legging and those high tops made for kids. My hair was long then, brown too, but I had left it down.

About half way through the party, Belle had tripped and hurt herself at least four times already. A few minutes after her fifth fall, Uncle Charlie had called my Dad and me over closer to the woods than I was usually allowed to go. That was my first indication that I should have stayed put, but, like any five year old, I was just plain excited I was finally allowed to be this close to the animals' homes. "What is it C?" Daddy had asked, even going as far to use his old nickname for Uncle Charlie, but Uncle Charlie was still frowning. "You told me when Blake was born that she was special. Remember that?" Uncle Charlie asked and Daddy nodded, smiling down at me. "She was special then and she's special now." I smiled at that. "What's this about C?" Dad was using that tone that made every five year old scared. It was the dreaded I-know-what's-going-on-but-I-need-to-hear-you-say-it-out-loud tone. Uncle Charlie sighed heavily and set his gaze on me. "Just how special is she? Like the special every Dad says his daughter is or like, the Family Secret special?" the look that that question had put on my Daddy's face made me want to slap Uncle Charlie. "Both." Daddy spit out. I knew about the "Family Secret" that Uncle Charlie was talking about. In my family, the first born on my Dad's side of the family is always…Special. As in not quite human. Warlock was the gender-neutral term we used throughout the community and at home. "Look, I remember you telling me that your daughter was supposed to be given someone to protect, and you told me it should be a sibling, but, I figured with Martha-" Daddy never let him finish. "Don't Charlie. I know what you're gonna ask and it's not up to me. It's up to Blake. Ask her." all of the playfulness was gone. Uncle Charlie looked at me again. "Blake… You understand that you are an only child right? And that with your Mommy in Heaven that you always will be?" Daddy growled, and I did too. How dare he talk about Mommy like that? I thought angrily. I turned to walk away when Uncle Charlie called out in a loud whisper "I want you to be Belle's protector!" I froze, and then I turned around. I looked at him and then to my cousin, who was on the ground again. "Okay." I said. "I'll do it."

I shouldn't have done it. I had thought Belle was dumb and accident prone then, but she was 100% more so now. It started with the vampires, and now according to Uncle Charlie, it's ending with the wolves.

I was so screwed.

*14 YEARS LATER*

I had just walked in the door to my best friend's house when the phone started to ring. "Hey, Loser! Your phone's ringing!" I called out to her. I heard her sigh and thump down the stairs towards the phone.

"Hello? Oh, hello Charlie. What can I do for you?... Of course, she's right here." There was a pause as she shifted the phone. "BLAKE! IT'S YOUR UNCLE!" She yelled to me. "OKAY!" I yelled back. We were two feet away. I heard Uncle Charlie sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yellow?" I answered, he sighed again. "I have an issue."

"You have many issues."

"Blake." His tone was warning.

"Sorry, sorry. What's your issue?"

"I need you to come back to Forks. Belle… she's in trouble. You helped clear up the whole James fiasco, but now she's seen the wolves." I stopped breathing. My world lost its colour and started to spin. Belle knew. I've almost failed as a protector twice now. Why does she have to be so stupid?! Why can't she leave everything that lies beyond the Veil alone?! She's human for fuck's sake.

"How long do I have?"

"Three days at most."

"I'll be there in two."

"Bye- oh and Blake? I really am sorry about this, you know that, right?"

"Of course. Bye."

I turned back to look at Emilia. "I'm sorry, but I have to leave," she looked upset, but still she nodded. I sighed and followed me upstairs to help pack.

"Why do you have to leave? You've only been here for four months? You were supposed to stay for the whole year." She asked, handing me a top that said Whatever Doesn't Kill Me Had Better Start Running and another one saying Whatever Doesn't Kill Me Should Have Tried Harder. "I know, I know, but gods forbid Belle ever leaves well enough alone." I could see the anger in her blue/grey eyes. Her eyes always had reminded me of the sky above the sea when there was a storm, never quite all blue or all grey, but, instead, constantly switching between the two a rapid pace. I sighed, shaking my head. "Believe me, if I could, I would stay here and let Belle pull her own dumbass out of trouble, but you know I can't." she nodded sadly and continued to help me pack.

"Blake? Can I ask you something?" I nodded, still throwing clothes and things into one of my bags. I knew what was coming, and I knew that if I looked at her while she asked, I wouldn't be able to answer her. "You're gonna come back right? You're not gonna leave me here? I know you think it's safe, but you of all people know how shifters get. They're angry and rash and violent. I don't want you to get hurt. You will be safe and careful, right?" I pulled open another bag, a more purse like one that was black with a white devil's trap on one side and a white pentagram on the other. They were kinda the same thing, only the inner markings were different.

"Of course," I lied. "I know these boys, they're a good group of people." Lie. "In fact, I was friends with, like, half of them when I was little." That one was a half-truth. I had been great friends with Leah, and Seth was a cool kid, but the rest? I only knew them through Belle, who knew them through Jake. Plus, Leah couldn't become a shifter and Seth was still young. "I'll be safe and home before you know it." So many lies.

I was putting my more dangerous stuff in this bag, the one with the devil's trap. All of my potion ingredients, along with stuff to make the more complicated spells and all my spell books fit inside. Call it copyrighting, but I used a spell that worked the same way as Hermione's did in Harry Potter.

"Are you scared? Of the shifters, I mean." I turned to look at her. She only knew about the shifters because I had told her that the only thing in Forks Belle hadn't fucked with was them. "No, absolutely not." That wasn't a lie. I wasn't scared of the shifters, I was petrified of them. Also angry, I'll admit, but mainly petrified.

Emilia nodded and wrapped her arms around me. I buried my face in her earthy coloured hair and she shoved her face into my shoulder. "Okay," I said, pulling away from the hug. "Let's get this shit show on the road."

*two days later*

Finally, after two days of driving-on a motorcycle, mind you-I was in Forks. After another fifteen minutes of driving, three cat calls and four obscene gestures from me, I arrived at Charlie and Belle's place. I stopped the bike and walked up to the door.

I knocked on the door and the look on Charlie's face told me everything I needed to know. I was too late, she had left for La Push. "Did she…" I had to have it confirmed. Charlie nodded and I was back on the bike and halfway out of the driveway before he could say anything else.

I can't have any time off can I? I thought bitterly, blowing past the speed limit. The glowing trail I was following was getting brighter. She's close. I thought darkly. And then it happened. I caught a whiff of both Belle and the pack. I made possibly the sharpest left turn I've made yet and sped up the gavel path. The trail was almost blinding by the time they came into sight. There were four of them minus Jake and Belle, all of which were shifters. I could practically see the tension in the air and I could hear Belle arguing with one if the boys.

"Well, I see our old meeting spot is still in use." I said sarcastically, after getting off of my bike. They had all been too caught up in the moment to notice me. Instead of happy, both Belle and Jake looked petrified. Serves them right, if they had just listened to me for once in their lives, there would be like, no drama in this shitty town. I thought bitterly. The entire pack looked uncomfortable over the fact that I was here. Glad to know my reps still intact.

"B-Blake! What are you doing home? So early I mean." Jake was mumbling and stuttering. "Funny you should ask." I started. "You see, yesterday I got a phone call from a very distressed Charlie, implying something that goes against everything I asked of you. Now, that's simply outrageous, isn't it Jake, considering the only thing I have ever asked of you is to keep Belle in the dark? So, tell me, Jacob Black, was Charlie lying? Or, did you do the exact opposite of what I asked you to do?" I yelled the last part, ripping my hands out of the pockets of my black leather jacket. I was fuming and I knew it. I was about to yell again when Jake interrupted me.

"I know you're mad, but she had a right to know! You cannot control her forever and I wanted to tell her! She seems okay with it so what's the big deal?" the look I gave him made him pale as a Cullen.

"'What's the big deal?' JACOB BLACK THE BIG DEAL IS THAT YOU'VE DRAGGED HER BACK INTO THIS WORLD AFTER I FINALLY GOT HER OUT OF IT! YOU WENT AGAINST EVERYTHING I ASKED YOU TO DO!" I was screaming a lot louder than needed, but I simply couldn't bring myself to care. Belle knew. Belle, who I have protected since we were children, was now in grave danger. "It wasn't ever even a hard thing to do! For Gods' sake all I asked of you was the same thing Sam did! I asked you to keep her in the dark, leave her out of this Gods' damned cluster fuck! It wasn't even really your secret to tell either, now was it? No, you were banned by your Alpha for fuck's sake! You know, people tell me I have authority issues, but this? This is border line comical." I spit. He was shaking at that point, and, I won't lie, ice cold fear griped my heart. I quickly pushed it down and glared. "Shake all you like, it's not gonna change a thing." My voice was like my heart, surrounded by ice.

Jake must have gained a lot of nerve while I was away, because he puffed himself up and started to speak. "Who gave you of all people the right to tell her how to live her life? You have no right and no need to. I can protect her just fine." He said it between clenched teeth. I ground mine together and this time I was the one who was shaking.

"Who gave me the right? Charlie. When I was five Gods' damned years old I was assigned to keep Belle safe. For the last fourteen years I've been keeping her alive, making sure she never saw what lies beyond the Veil. It worked too, for the most part. In fact, it wasn't until we moved back here did the shit hit the fan. First with that Cullen kid, and now with you. And what exactly did you mean by "I can protect her just fine"? You and your pack are one of the reasons she's in danger. Protect her." I snorted. "At the moment you're her biggest threat."

"Blake. Stop." Belle choked out. I whipped my head around to look at her. "What do you mean by "assigned to protect her"?" I sighed, shaking my head. "Charlie never told you about the family curse. You see the, for the last ten thousand years of our blood line, it has been the oldest of the oldest of the oldest and so on and so forth, isn't human." I was cut off. "Then what are you?!" glared. "I was getting there. The gender neutral term is Warlock. But, I am a Witch." I stood there, waiting for her to process this.

"I'm sorry, but, a Witch? The legends never spoke about you." A deep voice said. They were trying to be polite, but they were obviously unhappy with me. I turned around to come face-to-face with Sam Uley.

"Oh, they wouldn't have. Your Tribe and the Covenant have a strict negotiation that unless you're told by a singular conversation to people, never to mention one another." He looked confused. "Think of it like this. My best friend, Emilia, knows about you, and that's okay, but no legends are allowed to be passed down." He nodded.

"Why do you know?" Jacob asked, no, demanded. I turned back to him, the glare back on my face. "Because, Jacob, I was attacked by one of your kind. I was warning her to be careful if she were to ever get close to one, because of the temper and phasing issues." I spit. This time though I literally spit at his feet.

He was shaking again, and that ice returned full force. This time though, it must have shown, because another wolf stepped in. "Jake, man, back off. She just told you she was attacked by someone like us, she's probably terrified." Jake started to smirk. "Yeah, she's an old friend of yours, lay off." Another said. "Piss off, Jared. She's not an old friend, she's a tag along." He was full on smirking now. "I'm not scared," I lied. "I'm angry." That wasn't a lie, but I was more so scared than mad. "Please, you looked ready to cry before Embry stepped in." He growled. "Yeah? Well you, my dear boy, looked just about ready to piss yourself after I got off that bike." I shot back.

"Would you like to be attacked a second time?" he snarled. That did it. All the fear I had turned to ice, but then started to burn into something horrible. Something angry. Something wicked. The rest of the pack must have caught on because two of them, Embry and Sam, were trying to pull Jake back and calm him down.

"Bring. It. On." I snarled back. He shook violently before suddenly there was an admittedly beautiful wolf the size of a horse standing in front of me. For a split second, I allowed the fear to hit me full force. Only for a second though, because then I put on an arrogant smirk and spread my arms.

I felt it before I saw it, the heat and fire. It didn't hurt anymore, just a dull burn that had become oddly comforting over the years. When I opened my eyes, which I had not realized were closed, I saw the flames. They weren't on the ground or in the air, no, they were on me. They covered me head to toe, minus my eyes, which became black every time I used magic.

The whole pack, including Jacob, was standing still. Belle, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. "What's the matter, pup? Realized just what you were messing with?" I taunted. My voice was creepy, like, horror movie creepy. Jacob slowly backed up, obviously expecting me to take charge. I never did though.

"Phase back, put some clothes on. I have business to attend to." I waited until he was phased back and changed to smother the fire. Unlike the wolves, when I pulled stunts like this, my clothes stayed intact.

"Y-you're a monster!" Belle cried out. "No," I chuckled darkly "you were dating the monster." She flinched violently. I sighed.

"Belle, I've been watching out for you since we were children. In the past fourteen years, have I ever hurt you?" she shook her head. "Did I ever pressure you into anything?" again, her head shook. "Until you saw the flames, did you think I was soulless?" she shook her head yet again. I nodded solemnly. "Then how am I the monster?" she showed no signs she even heard me speak.

"H-how'd you do that?" Jake stuttered out. I looked at him. "Magic." He rolled his eyes. "Roll your eyes all you like, but you will never find any scientific proof behind me surviving that, I'm afraid." He looked just about ready to attack me again. I shook my head at this. Men, I thought darkly, never learn, do they?

"Why did you come here? To Forks, I mean. Why'd you come back?" Belle asked. "Because," I spit, "you've now condemned me. You're in danger, and the magic binding us won't let me leave now." Her eyes widened. "What magic binding us?" I sighed; I seemed to have to do that a lot around this lot. "Yes, Belle, there's magic binding us." I spoke slowly. She burst into tears. The fuck? Why is she crying?!

"I-I'm so s-sorry." She hiccupped. Jake wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she collapsed into him. I sighed and stepped closer to her.

"Listen, it's okay. I'm still alive, and, more importantly, so are you. Everything is gonna be fine." I don't know why I felt the need to comfort her; I was actually still pretty pissed at her for not listening to me.

She nodded and wiped her face. "Where will you stay? Are you moving back in?" I bit my lip. "Let's talk about that later. For now, let's get you home." I tugged her arm gently, but she still clung to Jake. "We could go back to mine and Emily's place, if you like. It's not too far from here and she's always open to house guests." Sam offered. "You're more than welcome too, Blake, I know you probably want to stay with Belle." I smiled at him. "Thank You Sam that means a lot." He nodded.

"Jake, why don't you drive Belle's truck? Jared, ride in the back with Embry and Paul, you and I will run. Got it?" they all nodded. "Good."

They piled into Belle's truck and I got on my bike. The two boys, Sam and Paul, took off for the woods so we hit the road.

I should have known better than to think the storm had passed.