Title: Fool For you

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me.

Summary: The Jacob Black we all know is dead, he died when his pack attacked. This is the knew Jacob Black. This Jacob Black is a vampire. Guess who he works for. Guess who claims him as their own.

Warnings: AU, slash, change in times, dates, ages, slow updates.

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate

Damien Rice - Delicate

Prologue

There were thousands upon thousands of ways to die. Car crash, blood clot, drowning, choking, hit on the head with a hammer, the list could go on and on for endless pages; each one unique, each one as probable as the last.

Out of all the ways he could of died, all those times he'd imagined or given time to think seriously about his last day on earth he never guessed it would end up like this, not in a million years did he think this would be the way he died.

He could feel the cold, hard earth beneath him as he lay. The rain, that was pelting down without mercy onto his already ice cold flesh, wasn't helping him control his already vibrating shivers. His lungs had daggers piercing them with every breath it was so cold and he fought to keep the scream that had been lodged in his throat since the attack, locked up tight inside; he couldn't afford to make any noise, his scent and ragged breathing would be enough give away at the moment; he needed no further help from the noise ready to explode from his ripped, bleeding and bruised lips. It would cause no reprieve from the bone crushing pain.

The scent of his blood was, he thought, the most conspicuous and the most sickening. The metallic smell surrounded him and made him want to retch his ruined guts up. It poured out of him without a hint of stopping, pooling on the marshy ground underneath him while dying his already bronzed skin a dark crimson. The wounds he had covering a fair amount of his body were pulsing in anger. The slash on his back, which was taking the brunt of the rain, ran the length of his spin and across his shoulder blade, deep enough for muscle damage and to scar bones and defiantly sore enough for him to pay the most attention too. The other slashes, cuts, bruises and swellings were nothing compared to the thing marring his back.

He never thought this would be his way to go. He always thought he'd be old, with a family, and that he'd be allowed to dye in his sleep somewhere peaceful, his family surrounding him and showing him that they'd miss him but be able to survive without him unfortunately that wish had blown straight out the window…it didn't look like he was going to get a chance to say goodbye to anyone let alone a loved one.

Killed by a wolf? Sounds ridiculous to be fair but it was happening; a wolf attack in the forest? Pha! He could practically hear the scoffs already, that is, if they ever found his body. He wondered if they'd come back and hide him, or would they simply leave him to the predator's mercy; allowing them to turn his body into a first class meal while watching with smug faces as their handy work got chewed up and pulled to pieces by large teeth and sharp claws.

He didn't know how long he'd been lying there or how much time he had left but he hoped it would hurry up. He was sick of pain, sick of the rain and figured that since death was unpreventable that it should hurry up and take him. Stop dragging it out…

Suddenly, a sickly sweet smell filled his nostril's, stinging his broken and crushed nose. He didn't recognise it but he didn't have time to ponder as rather abruptly a foot met his rib cage and he was rolled over onto his back, a groan of pain escaping his lips as he landed on the most painful slash of all.

"Aww look at him! An itty bitty human" A soft musical voice cooed from above him somewhere and he tried to open his eyes to see who the voice belonged to but the rain filled them too quickly and he was forced to snap them shut again, not wanting to add discomfort to the other negative emotions he was feeling.

"He doesn't smell human." Another equally musical voice commented though this one was slightly deeper and more cautious sounding. He felt someone kneel down next to him cautiously, their knee just pressing into his hip.

"He's beautiful." The first voice murmured and it was now close enough for him to feel cold breath wash over his already frozen cheek.

"Come on. Finish him off. He can't be long out of this world." The second muttered. They didn't hear him silently begging for them to hurry up and finish him.

There was silence for a long time, he wondered what they were doing but the rain prevented him from opening his eyelids to investigate so he was forced to stay still, pain still shooting up and down his bones, taking him slowly into the light which was most welcome at this point.

"I want to keep him." The first whispered so quietly he could hardly hear it. He let out a small whimper through his mouthful of blood in protest.

"You can't keep him. Look at him, he's human! No hospital is going to save him. Just…finish him off and have it done with so we can leave" The second voice snapped rather impatiently.

"I'll bite him." The second announced and, with the first ones gasp and his own whimper of confusion, he felt teeth sink into his neck.

The next thing he knew? Pain: Unbelievable, bone crunching, throat ripping pain. His body was in flames, everything was burning and he could hardly even bring himself voice it. Every time he opened his mouth, the flames ripped him apart inside and out. He was begging, begging for it to stop but whatever was controlling the flames couldn't, or wouldn't, listen. It was out of control. He wanted it to end, he wanted his life to end, the pain was too excruciating for him to handle…

"I can't believe you turned him you stupid bitch!" Felix snarled as he paced the cave he and his mate Heidi were camped at. They had just finished dragging the half dead human boy to the cave and, at that very moment, Heidi was bent over the human cleaning the blood that had stopped flowing as soon as her venom entered his blood stream.

"He was too beautiful to waste Felix." Heidi murmured, stepping back from the now clean human and turning to her enraged mate. "I will look after him."

"He'll be a fucking newborn Heidi! Not a bloody pet! We were supposed to be going back to the City tomorrow! How do you expect to do that with a bloody newborn?" Felix snapped running a frustrated hand through his short, cropped black hair, a nervous habit he'd picked up though the years.

Heidi rolled her eyes and sauntered over to the mouth of the cave that looked over the rough, spluttering and roaring sea that seemed more alive to night that it had in years, the rain filled it and the lightening that streaked the sky threw light across it almost scenically. "Then we will wait till his transformation is over, explain everything, feed him, then we'll swim over, cross country and we'll be there in less than a month. Calm down."

Felix shook his head at his overly optimistic mate. "Why now Heidi?" He muttered watching her carefully, "We are both working for the Volturi and doing pretty damned well for once. This was not the time to…adopt a bloody newborn!"

Heidi spun in one smooth movement to face her love, her red eyes narrowed in a glare as she stalked towards Felix who held his ground well under the wrath of his angered wife, "You, Felix, have to learn that not everything is about the Volturi or working! This boy," She gestured to the human lying at the back of the cave, "Is the one I have chosen to be my son. You will learn to love him like a son also or so help me you won't see me ever again and that's a promise. I choose him to be my son so you are his father. Something had been missing from us for many years and I believe he will complete us. We will be a family. He is beautiful enough and will be strong enough to be feared by all and gain respect and power." Heidi ended her impressive speech with a poke to Felix's rather large chest with her manicured index finger "Got it?"

Felix stared into her crimson eyes, his own shining in indecision, until he let out a sigh and nodded. He could never deny his wife anything. "Fine. I will take a son but if he turns out to be some fucked up, psycho vampire then I'm blaming you. I don't think I'm ready to be a dad."

Heidi's smile could of sent the whole of Rome swooning. She threw her arms around her large and over muscular husband's neck and hugged him tight, "Brilliant. You'll love him. I know you will and you'll be a great dad" she promised, kissing his cheek while loosening her grip and the two turned to watch their new son with their arms around the other. "We'll be a proper family at last."

He was disorientated. He didn't have a clue what was going on, where he was and what he was doing there and the pain running circuits around his body didn't help him sort any of this out.

The pain was still unbearable and defiantly something that would have had him screaming his bloody lungs out if he could but, every time he tried, the pain would retract, forcing him into blackness that cut of everything and anything that was supposedly around him until the pain came trundling back at full force. Back to torture him and back to the vicious cycle he couldn't seem to break. He was having a hard time keeping up with reality and had all but given up trying to decipher the difference.

He lay there for what felt like years. Pain biting away at him constantly and his whole body locked to fight back the reaction that would inevitably be rather violent.

After what felt like a decade, the pain started to ebb away. He started hearing things other that the roaring that had occupied his ears, he started seeing lights past his screwed up eyelids and could taste salt on his tongue. The rocks digging into his back he could barely notice and the fresh air that swirled him couldn't off felt any better. He was waking up. God knows what he'd find when he finally managed to unscrew his eyelids and gaze into his new world…

"Heidi! He's waking up!" Felix called in a slightly hushed whisper, knowing that his wife would hear him. He was knelt next to the boy who stayed oddly silent throughout his vampire transformation. He had been there all night, due to the fact the transformation process took approximately seventy two hours to complete and the human was just coming up to seventieth. Neither he, nor Heidi, wanted their new son waking up alone so they'd been sitting with him just in case and it looked like it had paid off. He watched as the boys eyes fluttered clenched and unclenched, fighting some internal battle only he understood.

The boy was undeniably drool worthy. His russet skin glowed in the faint light of the moon, his hair, which had originally been mud clogged and stuck with dried blood was now glossy and fell to the middle of his neck in a messy style that Felix himself was cursed with if he didn't keep his hair cut short. He had sharp angular features like all vampires and prominent muscles. Felix reckoned the kid would only be a couple or so inches under his own 6'6; maybe 6'3? He had sex appeal written all over him and Felix felt slightly…proud that his son had something in common with his mother who, like most of the Volturi knew, was something to be reckoned with even if her gift wasn't activated.

"Are you sure?" Heidi asked anxiously, appearing at Felix's side and leaning over to stare into the boys face anxiously, she has slipped into the role of 'new mother' easily and she had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like months.

Before Felix could answer however, a groan emitted from the boys mouth and his eyes snapped open to reveal the startlingly crimson eyes of a newborn vampire.

Heidi and Felix both watched as the boy blinked. They knew, though barely remembered, the first time seeing with vampire eyes. Everything came into focus; you could see the fibres in clothes and the colour in the light. It was amazing and terrifying at the same time and they were silent as their new son took in the differences for the first time.

"Who're…you?" The boy asked, looking startled by the musical pitch his voice now resembled, "What's happened to me?"

Heidi smiled soothingly and leaned back as the boy sat up without difficulty, "I'm Heidi and this is my husband, Felix. We have a lot to explain my son but first, can you remember your name?" She asked hopefully, she had been thinking what name suited her new son over the past few days and had come up with nothing. Nothing seemed to fit him right.

She watched as the boy struggled to come up with an answer but beamed when his eyes lit up in obvious success. "Jacob. Jacob Black."

Perfect.

Thank you for reading, let me know what you think. I have a few pre-written chapters to this so should be updated soon-ish.

(Damien Rice Legend (: )