This story idea has been driving me insane since i thought it up while i was lifeguarding. Yeah, my job is kinda boring. Anyway, this is a Blood and Chocolate / Twilight crossover that is centered on Jacob.

Jacob and his family never thought that there were other werewolves right. And they always saw themselves as vampire killers and whatnot, but this pack can understand the want to hunt and kill. They will change his outlook on what and who he is forever.

FYI Blood and Chocolate is a novel about a huge family of people that are all werewolves, and they are trying to figure out what to do after they had to leave their old home. this story takes place 25 years after the end of the book.

please leave reviews and tell me what you think, i rather like this story, but then again i wrote it.

And thanks go out to me fabulous beta Wolfen Dreams, she helped me a lot getting this off the ground

Serena Baptiste woke to the unpleasant sound of her older brothers fighting over T.V. Remote, again. She sighed and pushed back her blankets to walk to the door.

"SHUT UP!! It's 6 in the morning and I'm trying to sleep!" Christophe looked over from where he was rubbing his younger brother Damien's head into the couch cushions and grinned. Rena was still half asleep, but he knew from experience that she could and would tear his head off for waking her up.

"Rennie, we were just fooling around. 'Sides, we all have work in an hour anyway. You might as well wake up."

She narrowed her eyes at him; she hated it when they used that name. "Well, if you puppies are so awake you can set up breakfast. Without me." she slammed the door to her room and they all heard the distinct click of the door lock.

"Damn Christophe, why didja have to do that? There's like 50 guests here this weekend," Zacharias complained. He hated the dining room duty, but if he complained to his parents they would tell him to stop waking up his sister.

"Couldn't resist, oldest brother privilege. Besides, there are 4 of us, it's not going to be hard," Christophe got up as he spoke and started for the door.

Damien sat up and pushed his blond hair out of his eyes before deflating his brother's balloon of hope.

"Actually, there are two of you. Theo's already cooking, and I have desk duty with Mom. So you two get breakfast duty all by yourselves." Smirking, Damien walked out of the family living area and to the reception room.

Christophe and Zacharias looked at each other, well Zach more glaring. "You," Zach pointed at Christophe. "Are doing the bulk of the work." With that said, he stormed out and went to the kitchen to beg food off Theo before the guests woke up.

Christophe glared at his sister's closed door for a minute before going off to hunt up his younger cousins to force them to lend a hand.

Serena waited until she heard the last set of steps out of the room before coming back out again. She knew it was useless to try and go back to sleep after she had actually gotten out of bed. She also knew that her father wanted to talk to her before the day really started and now that she had effectively gotten herself out of dining room duty, she could.

Serena once more closed and locked her door so she could get dressed without 20 people dropping in. She glanced in the mirror and winced at what she saw, a short girl with uncontrollable curly black hair and over large blue-green eyes.

Why couldn't she look more like her mother; tall, leggy, and blond? Both her parents and all 4 of her older brothers were tall, where had her tallness gone? Zach and Theo stole it she decided, they were both over 6'5". Yep, they stole her height.

Her mother, hell her grandmother, still had heads turning when they walked into a room, they were drop dead gorgeous. The only reason that heads turned when she walked into the room was because she was the pack leader's daughter and still unmated.

Serena grimaced once more that the mirror and pulled on jeans and a shirt before tugging on her sneakers and leaving.

This early in the morning her father was always in the same place, made her search really easy.

"Papa, you told me you wanted to talk." She poked her head into her parents' room and saw her dad finishing getting dressed.

"That's right, my night princess. Come, pull up some mattress and talk to me." He patted the spot next to him and waited till she sat.

"Whoa, sounds serious. What's going on?" she sat and inwardly noted that sitting, she still only came up to the middle of his arm.

Gabriel smiled at his only daughter and turned to face her head on. Vivian had been pushing him for days to talk to Serena, apparently there was something wrong.

"Just that well, um...your mother and I are a little worried. You aren't going out with Marissa or Ella anymore, something happen between you three?" Gabriel asked. He really hoped that his daughter wouldn't turn into a regular teenage girl and start crying. That would be rather uncomfortable. He knew that normally teenager girls, like Rosa, were apt to cry at the drop of a hat. Serena had always been more like her mother, tough, but her mother didn't have close female friends when she was younger. Gabriel hoped that some fight between the girls hadn't hurt his baby girl.

"Well, Ella had distanced herself from the entire Baptiste clan since you and Bucky decided that the match of her and Damien wasn't right. And Marissa never really hung out anyway. Look if all you wanted to do was poke into my private life, I'm leaving." Serena got up like she meant it and started for the door.

"No, princess, wait. There is something else that really needs to be discussed." Gabriel dragged a hand through his hair in a sign of rare agitation. Well, at least she wasn't crying, but this next topic might set her off. Serena paused and looked at him, but made no move to sit down again.

"You were seventeen this past fall, which means that you need to start thinking about a mate. There are several… Damn it!" Gabriel stood up and paced the room, he hated thinking about this. He had married Vivian when she was eighteen; Christophe had been born a year later. The idea of his baby girl doing that was hard to accept.

"There are several boys your age. You need to pick, or we can visit another pack. But you do have to choose, and soon. This isn't something you can smile your way out of, either, baby. Not like you normally do when you're told to do something that you don't want to do." Gabriel stopped pacing and looked at his dumbfounded daughter. "Sorry, my darling, but that's pack law."

"I know that it's pack law! That the alpha's daughter is considered a threat to every marriage and mating until she herself is mated. It's so stupid though, I don't want anyone else's husband or boyfriend. I don't want anyone!" Serena stood up and paced as well. She should have known this was coming, as much as she didn't look like her mother she still strained the smiles of all the pack females. It was for the good of pack relations that she be mated.

Secretly Gabriel was pleased that she didn't want any of the boys in the pack, but this was still a problem that needed to be solved. "Then you will have to travel with me to a different pack. There is one in Charleston that has several unmated men."

"But Papa, then I have to live there."

"That's what happens when females look outside the pack. Which is another reason to look here first." And as pleased as he was that she didn't want any of the boys here, he wanted his baby close.

"It's all not fair!"

"As cliché as it sounds, life's not fair, my pet. We can talk about it more later, time for the day to start. Come on, let's go down for breakfast."

Serena allowed herself to be propelled to the door and down the stairs. She was in shock. Normally she got her way with anything her father wanted. Partly because she was the youngest, and partly because she was the only girl. Part of her was becoming resigned to the fact however that she was going to be stuck picking a mate, ugh she had to pick someone that she considered a cousin or something. Without getting someone else mad.

Her mother was waiting at the foot, and saw from their faces that they had the talk. She didn't think it was fair either, but Serena was the Alpha's daughter. She needed to be mated before a fight broke out between her and a jealous female. That had happened when Ulf went to another pack to find a wife. Apparently he still had nightmares about it.

"Well, look what we have here. The handsomest man and the prettiest girl in the world," Vivian commented as they came down. "Let's get some seats before they all get snatched."

"Thanks mom, but I think I'll eat with Theo in the kitchen. Give him a hand with the orders." Serena bypassed her mother's outstretched hand and walked through the kitchen's swinging door.

"I understand the feelings she has, but I really hope that she doesn't repeat my mistakes." Vivian said to Gabriel.

"We're safer here in the woods than we were that summer in Maryland. It won't be the same." He linked arms with his wife, and together they went into the dining room to greet their guests and their pack.

The kitchen was moving already by the time she got there. Theo was cooking as usual, their father hadn't exactly been pleased when one of his sons liked cooking. Then he tasted what Theo made and changed his mind.

Serena wasn't the only one that sought refuge in the kitchen. Marissa was sulking into a cup of tea when she walked in.

"Hey, 'Rissa. Why so glum?"

"My parents gave me the mate talk this morning. I need to pick before summer, or they do it for me."

"Oh, you too? The problem is for me, is that I don't want to mate with any of the boys here." Serena got a coffee cup down and sat across from Marissa at the island.

"I want someone... I just don't think that they want me." Marissa looked up with pleading in her eyes; she didn't know what to do. Should she confront him, get someone to ask him, or just let it be?

"You know, girls seem to think that boys are psychic. That we always know when they want us or what they want from us. 'Rissa, you need to talk to Mason before someone else snatches him up." Theo placed two plates with eggs and toast in front of them and turned back to the stove.

"It's that obvious?" she was horrified, the idea that everyone knew she was mooning over Mason Griffin was embarrassing.

"Just to my mother; she asked me to gently question Mason for you. I say take the chance." Theo said in reply; he smirked at the blush that bloomed in her cheeks at the idea of Mason Griffin liking her.

"Okay," Marissa wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans and started on her breakfast. "I'll work up the courage to do that later… Yeah, later. Just don't tell Henri. As my older brother he feels the need to protect me all the time."

"So noted. Oh, your dad stopped by and said that you aren't needed at the gift shop today. So later you might wander by the carpentry shed, say a quick hello."

"Thanks Theo, I'm gonna talk to my mom, see what she says." Marissa dumped her dishes in the sink and walked out to the dining room where her mother was hostessing.

"Ahhhh, will you look at that. Theodore is giving love advice. The boy that isn't mated himself." Serena smirked at him over her breakfast. The idea tickled her, especially since she knew that Theo used to have a crush on Marissa.

"Hey, I'm 21. Boys don't mate till they are older, girls are the ones that start early," Theo said.

"You get the easy road. I have to find a mate that Dad will approve of. Easier said than done."

"Don't worry, you'll find someone. Though that someone better treat you like the princess you are, or else the older brothers will descend."

"Thanks for the warning, Theo dear," Serena threw her dishes in the sink as well before she headed out. Being the only one in her immediate family that really liked swimming, she was always stuck with pool duty. At least it was easy, if not very interesting. And it would give her some much needed time to think about this mate problem. She wasn't going to settle for anyone that didn't make her heart want to jump out of her chest.

Jacob Black was tired. Tired of running, tired of being a wolf, and tired of being by himself. He didn't even really know where he was, much less the date or anything. The woods allowed the days to flow together, and even though he had gone home for a bit in September the pain was still there. So he continued to run.

He stepped carefully through the woods, it might be a hunting season of some type and he would prefer not to get shot. He saw a town or village or whatever through the trees and settled down to wait for night.

The one really bad thing about phasing was you couldn't do it in clothes. There were books when he was a kid, Animorphs, or something like that. They could change shape with clothes, why couldn't he? Made going in public a pain, because nudity was still against the law.

Finally, there weren't any more people walking around, all the shop lights were out, so Jacob ventured forth. He stayed in his wolf form and went to the nearest garbage can to find a newspaper. The paper would hopefully have a date and a location on it. He found near the top, figured that the person threw it out on their way home. He grabbed it with his teeth and trotted back to the safety of the trees.

He phased back to human to better handle it, and unfolded the paper to the front page.

"Holy Shit!!" he exploded, and immediately winced at how loud he was. The date must be wrong. There was no way it was that late already.

But the headline was perfectly clear, date and all.

January 15, 2008 Hull, Quebec, Canada

The City of Hull Gazette

Large beast sightings in area, please keep all children and pets in home after dark.

Looks like he wasn't being as careful as he thought he was. And how the hell did he end up in Quebec?! That was completely across the continent from where he started out. It meant though that he needed to get stateside before he tried to live human again, he had no ID and no passport, so he couldn't stay. He could however apply for an ID in the States, he thought. He might need some documents, but he was sure that it would be easy.

He really wanted to sleep in a bed again and talk to people, eat real food. There were aspects of living as a wolf that just weren't appealing anymore. Most of them had to do with permanently camping for nearly 4 months.

So he would swim across the river and find himself a hotel or something that he could trade work for room and board. Then he would think about whether or not he wanted to go back to Washington and La Push, it was leaning towards no. He couldn't walk the beach, drive his car, prowl through the woods, or even ride his bike without remembering her. He wasn't ready to fact that just yet.

But he would call his dad and his friends when he got the chance. They were probably worried sick after all this time, unless of course they had been following him or something. Nah, they wouldn't do that, would they?

That doesn't matter, he scolded himself, what does matter is that I need to get back to the States and start living again.

With this in mind he phased back to wolf and started heading southeast toward the St. Laurence River. The states that were across it were like Vermont, New Hampshire, and New York, if he had his geography right. Those were nice states, pretty in the fall. And while there was rain, there wasn't a lot like at home. Therefore the area was nearly perfect to him.

3 days later found Jacob staring at the sign that announced that he was in Vermont, that he was currently in the Green Mountain National Forest, and that the nearest town, Calais, was 40 miles that way. There was even a cute little arrow pointing down the road. Jacob shrugged and started down the road, it was the middle of the night so there was a very small chance that there would be cars to hit him. He ambled past a sign that announced he was in Washington County and another that showed where Curtis Pond was. He figured that he had another 20 or so miles to the town when he saw a sign for Wolf Run Inn.

I guess that means that there's a wolf trail somewhere nearby he thought.

Jacob realized, however, that he needed clothes before he could go to the inn so he veered back to the road in search of houses with laundry lines. Yes, there was like a foot of snow on the ground, but no matter what the season, people had to do laundry, right?

He wasn't really sure. Rebecca and Rachael had done the laundry at home and when they moved out, Mrs. Clearwater took over.

He saw a house coming up and walked over to the back. In a screened porch sort of deal there was, in fact, a laundry line, and lucky for him a huge row of shoes. People over here must have big feet, he thought. All the shoes were huge; he easily found a pair that was his size. He grabbed a thermal shirt and jeans in his sizes and went to the coat rack, but stopped. He didn't want anyone to think that all their stuff was being stolen. He would split up where he took stuff. He felt a little bad about taking all their stuff, but he couldn't walk around naked could he?

He went back out the door before someone woke up. He went further down the street to another house where he, he decided, would get a jacket. He found the oldest jacket there and grabbed it, he might not actually need it, but people would need to see it.

He crossed the street and on yet another back porch, they must be a trend, got underwear and socks.

Holding all the clothes in his mouth he plunged back into the trees and started back to the inn. They were right next to a National Forest so he assumed that they had business from campers and such, and they would need extra help.

He followed the road from the side; he didn't want to be out in the open like that again. Now more so than earlier since he had all these clothes in his mouth. He was walking past the sign for Bliss Pond when he heard the howling.

It was louder than any noise the pack had ever made, even when he had been injured during the vampire fight.

Jesus Christ, that pack must be huge. No wonder they call the inn Wolf Run Inn. God, wonder if they cause any trouble for the people that run it?

Jacob was expecting one of those little country inns that you always see featured in a magazine. He was really wrong. The place was huge! Like one of those Southern Mansions had been ripped up and placed down in the Vermont woods. There had to be like 150 rooms, easy.

Yeah, big places like this were always looking to hire people out. He could get a job here. Jacob glanced up and studied the sky, there was almost an hour till sunrise, he could wait that long.

Jacob was human, dressed, and ready to go when the first lights downstairs came on. He cleared his throat as he walked to the front door so it wouldn't sound rusty, and knocked.

A tall woman with dark blond hair opened the door.

"Yes?" her eyes skimmed up and down him, she seemed surprised at how tall he was.

"Hello ma'am," Jacob licked his lips and continued. "My name's Jacob Back. I was wondering if you needed any extra help with labor or something. I'd be willing to trade it for room and board."

"Hmmm, would you now?" She stepped back and appraised him.

"Come in, Mr. Black. I'm Vivian Baptiste; you may call me Mrs. Baptiste. You can talk with my husband about the job, though I'm sure that we can find something for you to do."

She led him through the house which was just as cool on the inside as it was on the outside. Pictures of people lined the hallways of the top floor; most of the subjects were repeated.

"My family," was all she said when she caught him staring.

She stopped in front of an impressive door and knocked before entering. A huge man sat behind the desk, looking like he was going over figures with a tall lanky man that looked to be about the same age as Mrs. Baptiste.

"Gabriel?"

"Hey Viv, who's that?" Gabriel focused his attention on the large Native American man that stood behind his wife. There weren't that many Native Americans around here though there were tribes in the state.

"This is Jacob Black; he's looking for work in exchange for room and board. He was wondering if we had anything for him."

Gabriel leaned on his desk and sized the boy up, he could do for some of the more manual labor that they had. "Sure, I think that we could come to an arrangement. Greg, come you come back later? We'll finish the tax stuff then."

"Whatever you want, Gabe." Greg strolled out the door and closed it behind him.

"So, young man. How old are you? Where are you from? And do you have any special skills that could be useful to us here?"

"Well, I'm 18 as of like a week ago. I use to live on the La Push Reservation in Washington State, and I can do carpentry really well."

"You can work with wood?" At Jacob's nod he stood up and walked over to one of many filing cabinets that lined a wall. He pulled some files and walked back to the desk.

"Okay, you're hired on a probation period. Here are all the government forms; we'll need some form of ID..."

"Uh, my backpack got stolen outside Albany. I don't have my license or anything. But I could call my dad and he could mail the right stuff, like a birth certificate or something." Jacob quickly lied about his lack of personal items and ID.

"Is that why you are looking for a job?"

"Kinda, wanted to settle somewhere for a while."

"Okay, well, we'll worry about paperwork later than. Let me walk you down to the shop and introduce you to Tristan and Henri. They work there too." Gabriel stood up and pulled a heavy coat off a hanger and started to the door when he suddenly stopped.

"Ah, Jacob? There are girls here, uh, teenagers about your age and younger. No offense is meant but..."

"Keep my hands off them?"

Gabriel winced, "I wasn't going to say it like that, but yes. It isn't because you're an Indian. It's just... we tend to sort of keep things in the family."

"It's alright. I promise that I won't touch any of them, unless it's a life threatening situation."

"Good, that's good."

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