Hey everyone. This is just the VERY start of a fanfiction I'm thinking of writing. Though, I'm not sure if I should edit it, continue, or just move on. Let me know what you think please!

The Cullens. A name that gets caught between one's lips when spoken. A name that is as vile as poison. Such a name was a sin to Jacob Black. Being a part of the Quilleute tribe, nothing seemed to go as he had once planned in life. Perhaps it was the fact that he had found the reality in every fairy-tale his father had told him as a child. Jacob was only sure of one thing. The Cullens were vile creatures that, if they made one move, would be ripped from this land and probably cease to exist.

Isabella Swan. The one girl Jacob had been in love with for most, if not all, of his life. If it weren't for those damn Cullen's, she'd already be his. Bella would often attempt to invite him over, but the refusal was always painful. Not only that he was denying to be with her, but the fact that he had to watch as her face turned grave as she realized she was slowly beginning to lose him. Not that she wasn't, it was true. No matter how much he wanted it not to be, it was. Bella Swan was losing probably the only some-what human friend she had…

The time seemed to seep through his fingers as it seemed only days later that Isabella Swan was now…Isabella Cullen. Jacob could not shake the thought of how she had just married a leech. Alice Cullen, a stunning pixie-like figure danced around Bella as they celebrated what was supposed to be a happy time. Through his eyes…it was her death to come. And the Cullens would pay for the mistake they made. He watched as the dark haired pixie moved gracefully in every step. He couldn't imagine what it was like to have someone as graceful as her in their presence.

It was then that the purest, liquid form of gold in her eyes shifted his way. "We have a visitor." She whispered with a wide grin before almost, dancing, towards him. "Hello Jacob Black." A gentle smile remained on her lips as she spoke. How did she know him?

"Hello. I don't believe we really met before," he spoke quietly. Upon his face, he wore a mask of confusion as he was trying to figure it out. He had known her only from stories Bella had told him when they used to be better friends.

A soft giggle escaped the pixie's lips as she shook her head, getting into a perfect position, starting to formally dance with him. "No. We have not. But Bella tells me great stories about you. I can't see you and your little puppy pack." She spoke quietly, her voice seeming as though she could spit poison. She was obviously very upset at this fact.

Jacob was unsure of what to say. I'm sorry? That wasn't even part of it. But you're beautiful. How could you not? You're graceful, it doesn't matter. You're a Cullen…why? The thoughts surged through his head. He shook them and took a quick step back. He glanced around to find the blond, Jasper eyeing the two of them as if he were in more pain than ever. "I'm sorry…" It was all that could escape his lips at that very moment before fleeing.

"Jake!" He heard her cry after him.

"Bella…no…I can't do this." His eyes were closed, fists clenched. He couldn't be near Alice, let alone Bella. He couldn't handle everything that was rushing through his head.

Bella froze. Her perfect gown clung to her figure perfectly, and she could only reach a hand towards the Quilliute wolf she had fallen in love with so long ago. "Jake…please stay…for me…for Charlie."

Jacob sighed as he turned his head in the direction Bella was looking, seeing Charlie take side steps. It was his way of dancing, and oddly enough…this had made Jacob laugh. He saw Bella smile and he settled for it. He had stayed, but it was only to make Bella happy and to watch Charlie's entertainment show.

The wedding seemed flawless. Then again…it was organized by the most graceful of the leeches. Jacob wasn't sure what it was about her that caught his eyes, but she was stunning…as far as leeches go. He knew that he shouldn't be attracted to her, but something was pulling him in. His eyes then widened at the realization of what may be occurring. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath. Had he imprinted on a leech? How could he? It was impossible…wasn't it?