A/N: WOOOO!!! A Jacob Black story lol…Sorry but I've been having dreams about this guy for the past 2-3 days…and the dreams made me wanna write a story about him haha corny I know but oh well.

"But dad, why do I have to go? He didn't even like me!"

"Because your mother needs us, that's why!"

"I don't see what the big deal is, there's nothing fun about funerals anyways," I mumbled to myself.

My family and I were heading to Forks, WA, from Idaho. Driving, might I add, the ENTIRE way. That's like, 12 hours of sitting. Luckily, my parents loved me enough to let me take my own vehicle. Just so I didn't have to deal with my mom crying and their choice of music. Those were my reasons at least.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my family and would do anything for them but, this uncle who died hated me with a passion. I remember visiting him one time when I was ten years old. He made sure I had the worst time ever imaginable. I had to pick up his yard, paint his fence, and clean his garage and part of his house. I've vowed to never use his toilets again. To this day, it still haunts me.

So much for a vacation right?

**Fast Forward** (cos I'm not gonna write about sittin' in a car)

We pulled onto a dirt road that led up the mountain to Harold's house (the dead uncle).

There were already people up there paying their respects, so I knew my parents would make me stay a while. I jumped out of my Jeep and strolled up the sidewalk. My grandma came out of the front door when she saw us, and gave me a hug. I smiled sympathetically as she walked towards my mom.

Looking around, I saw my grandpa talking to, who I remembered as, Billy Black. He was always nice to me, told me the legends and stories about the Quileute tribe, he even gave me a stuffed animal wolf. I toddled over to them and gave my grandpa a hug. "Amber, you remember Billy," my grandpa asked?

I nodded my head and stuck out my hand, "How've you been, sir?"

"No need to call me sir! Come here and give me a hug. I haven't seen you in years," he stated while tightly embracing me.

For a second I thought he was going to squeeze all the air out of me!

"I'm sure you don't wanna spend your day hangin' round here with all us mopin', you can sneak off. I'll never tell your parents where ya went," my grandpa winked.

I smiled brightly and ran towards the woods, hoping my fort was still there. It probably wasn't since I wanted to go there. That's just my luck but in my mind I kept praying it was.

Yes!! It's still here!

"Look at you," I said rubbing my wooden hideout. "Still standing after all these years."

The entrance was like a pet door, with dry leather covering the hole. Once inside it wasn't too shabby. The space was big enough to fit about four of me.

I heard twigs breaking not too far from my fortress. Figuring it was a deer; I crept slowly to the door and snuck outside. I stayed close to the ground in a crouching position, and then jumped up as fast as I could, with my arms above my head. I was going to scream boo, but my words got caught in my throat.

I stood speechless with my arms still over my head. If anyone had come around they possibly would've thought I was a statue. My eyes locked with the giant wolf and I instantly cried, "Please don't eat me!" Like it actually understood what I said!

It sat down and stared at me, as if I was crazy. I put my arms down gently and took a half step backwards. The wolf suddenly jumped up, and ran behind me, growling and staring off into the thick forest.

I heard a female voice laughing, so I spun around to try and warn her about the wolf, but once I made the 180, yet again I was shocked and speechless. This woman had fiery red hair, bright red eyes, and pale skin that was somewhat glowing. She gave me a bad feeling, so I stood behind the protective wolf without saying a thing.

Soon after, four more wolves came leaping out of the trees. The woman took off running and all 5 wolves chased after her. She was way too fast to be human, so I started thinking of the tales Billy had told me years earlier.

The cold ones were vampires, and the wolves had to be werewolves. No regular wolf was that big. Unless it was scientifically altered with a butt load of steroids, but that was sort of far fetched.

My mind was still thinking and my feet took me back to my fort. I sat on the top and continued to replay the scene that had just materialized in front of me moments before. A considerable amount of time had gone by when I heard more rustling where the wolves took off running.

"Well crap! I haven't even been here a whole 24 hours and I'm gonna die," I shouted to no one!

This time, I heard a males voice laughing.

Oh great! I'll be raped and THEN killed!

"If it isn't little Amber Hall," the voice teased.

I leaned forward to see who was talking and a very muscular Jacob Black sauntered out of the trees.

"Jakey Poo!!! You uh got big," I laughed jumping up and giving him a hug.

He picked me up and swung me around. When I would visit, he was the only boy who would play with me because apparently the opposite sex has cooties when you're younger. I guess he didn't care if I gave him cooties.

"I'm not the only one who's grown up. Look at you, 3 more inches taller then you were when we were young," he smiled.

His smile is breathtaking!!

"Hey! I am five foot, six inches tall," I corrected, smacking him across the arm.

He nodded his head, with that 'I don't believe you' look on his face. We sat in front of the hideout and caught up.

He told me about this girl named Bella and how she broke his heart a couple months earlier. And I told him about my encounter with the wolves and the woman. His facial expression changed instantly to worry.

"I know the stories about the vampires and werewolves. And I'm not gonna tell anybody that they're true, so don't worry. Your secrets safe with me," I smiled reassuringly.

"What makes you think I'm a werewolf," he asked stunned?

"Your eyes."