Summary: After being exhaled from his home Jacob Black is left to die in the woods of a strange land. Alone and far from home he gets help from an unlikely source. One that he can't help but fall in love with. Jacob/Edward. M/M

Then There Was You

Faggot.

Homo.

Twink.

Fairy.

Those were the words that echoed in his head as he lay in the center of the woods oozing blood from his head, nose and mouth. Tears stung his blackened eyes, clouding his vision as the pain from his body fought with the pain in his heart. His pack, his family had turned their backs on him, chasing the boy across state lines and away from the only life that he has ever known before savagely beating him and leaving him to die. He could tell that he was far away from home but where he was exactly he didn't know for sure.

He had tried several times to push himself up to at least a sitting position but every time he tried he would scream out in pain, clutching his side where claw marks had shredded his skin. If he had known that this would be the result of talking to his so called friend Sam then he would have kept his fucking mouth shut. The alpha had told him that he could come to him for anything, that he would be like a second father to him but the second that he had confessed his secret, the man had turned on him quicker than the flick of a switch.

He called him vile, immoral, an abomination anything he could to hurt him. He said fags were not allowed in his pack. That only real men were good enough, strong enough to follow him. He banished him right then and there, telling him to leave quickly or he and the rest of the wolves would tare him limb from limb. It only took Jacob seconds to run home to tell his father of the horrible things that Sam had said to him, hoping to find love, understanding and comfort in the man that had raised him.

That's when he saw it.

It was the same look that Sam had given him, only this time it was his own father looked at him as if he were the most disgusting thing on the planet and it crushed him. Seconds later the pack showed up at his door. He shifted quickly and headed for the outskirts of town but that wasn't enough for them. They tracked him down, chasing him as if he were one of those bloodsuckers right out of Oregon and across state lines. There they beat him into unconsciousness. Waking up several hours later his body had only healed a little bit and he was still in tremendous pain.

With a heavy sigh and fierce determination he crawled over to a tree and rested his hand up against it. His breathing was fast and hard. He felt like shit but he knew that if he had any chances of making it at all he had to find someone to help him. Somehow he had managed to get himself on all fours as he crawled through the woods to find a slight clearing. His senses were all skewed but he knew that he smelled a familiar scent.

It was strong. It was human but it held a different element to it. Maybe it was a coven of witches? He wasn't certain but he would take whatever he could get at this point. He would worry about the impact of his decision later as he continued along slowly, grunting at the pain along the way. It was so bad that he thought for just a spilt second that he was going to pass out and die right there, alone without one damn soul to mourn him. But something in him told him to keep going that something good was going to come out of this. However getting himself to believe the voice in the back of his head would be a very difficult task given the situation.

He breathed a sigh of relief as a huge glass house came into view. It was magnificent. It had a beautiful wooden frame, a large perfectly manicured lawn and several very expensive cars in front of it. It was the type of house that you would see on the cover of better homes and gardens magazine. He just hoped that the sight of him didn't scare the hell out of whoever the owners where. However if they were truly witches than he shouldn't shock them too bad seeing as how most of them used bones from children, rotted teeth and blood in most of their spells.

Yeah, witches were creepy as hell.

Suddenly each crawl forward became wobbly as he could feel himself starting to black out again. He tried to move faster but he couldn't, the pain was proving to be too much for him. He put a hand to his side, he could feel his broken ribs poking against his already injured skin. He let out a agonizing growl, hoping that maybe someone would hear him.

He had made it onto the lawn just before his legs and arms gave out. At least he stood a better chance of someone finding him this way he just prayed that they would get to him soon. Little did he know that he didn't have to wait long.

As he lay hurt and broken he could feel someone's eyes on him.

"Help me" he spoke out in a faint whisper "Help me please"

Before he could say anything else a cold hand brushed against his arm before moving to his head. Once his vision cleared slightly he was able to take in the most beautiful set of honey colored eyes he had ever seen. His lips were perfect and so was his hair, hair that he would love to run his fingers through. Damn it, he thought to himself. The first time he meets a guy that is drop dead gorgeous he had to look like shit. Not to mention the fact that he was dying and freaking bleeding all over the place. Great Jake, just great.

The boy, who seemed to be around his age, maybe a little older moved him, moved in closer before leaning back abruptly and staring at him with a curious glance. In doing so he sent down a wave of his own scent. The young werewolf immediately recognized the smell.

Jacob froze.

This could not be happening.

This sexy ass guy, his knight in shinning armor was a fucking vampire.

This sucks…were the last thoughts that entered his mind before his eyes closed and was met with darkness once again.