This is a Twilight story. Warnings are AU, Slash, Slash, and lots of Slash, Supernatural Activities, New Creatures, possible OCs, OOC, possible Character Death(s), possible Mpreg., more warning may come. A Re-telling of the Twilight series, owned by Stephenie Meyer; the rewrite, another work of fiction by SilverYaoiHellion. Twilight owned by Stephenie Meyer.

Summary: Before today, I know I've never laid eyes on Edward Cullen; but I feel like I've known him all my life. I know something is wrong here. One: The moment he saw me, he had instantaneous fear in his eyes. Two: His sister actually hissed at me. Three: I just know in my heart, that someday, he will be mine, no matter what.

Pairings: Eventual Jacob/Edward, more pairings may come.

POV Warning: Point of Views will shift to one other person every chapter, but the person will not be announced, I leave that to you to figure out. After a bit, it should be obvious whose POV it is for each chapter.

Prologue

It was weird living there, and cold. Very cold. Obnoxiously so.

My name's Jacob Black and I'm 16 years of age. I just moved up there to Washington, from Florida; South Florida. In the dead of winter. Just when I was thinking that Florida was getting cold, we moved up there to that freezing tundra of ice. And to top it off, I most likely start school tomorrow; about half a town over.

Let me backtrack a little bit more. I and my father moved there because he wanted me to get to know the origins of where I came from; whatever the hell that meant. I mean, basically we moved from one reservation, to another one. And I was hoping that we would move to the city. I quite liked my life living in Seminole, but I always wanted to live in Dania or Hollywood; since I always had a lot of fun out there, I figured living there would be enjoyable as well.

It was just me and my dad, Billy Black moving here. My older sisters, Rachel and Rebecca, went their separate ways from us. Rebecca had just gotten engaged to some Hawaiian guy I kept forgetting the name of, I really should've memorized because he was going to be my brother-in-law soon and he seemed like a cool guy; she stayed in Florida to live in the apartment she just bought with him. My other sister, twin to Rebecca, Rachel, had just gotten a full ride scholarship to University of Miami; she was most likely going to be living in a dorm room, though she was thinking of renting an apartment with some friends.

I myself, being the youngest and not of legal age, was stuck in Washington freezing my ass off, watching yet another down pour of snow. I was currently alone in my room, angry from yet another fight with my father. I constantly told him how much I hated it there and that I want to go home; his only response, "We are home". That freezing hellhole was not home, this was…was… I didn't know!

I heard squeaking and knew that I was not alone anymore, but I didn't turn around, simply wrapped the blanket around me tighter. I heard a deep sigh of breath behind me and my father started talking.

"Jacob, I know this is going to take some getting used to." He began; I could tell he was going to say that other phrase I hated so much, almost as much as the weather there. "But it's for the best."

Reluctantly, I turned to face my father. I just looked at him for a moment.

He was sitting in his wheelchair wrapped up in at least three pairs of blankets himself, under that I was pretty sure he was wearing a few layers of cloths, I was about as sure of that as I was about as sure of the at least three pairs of socks he must've wearing. He even had a cap on his head and over his ears; his hands still wearing the gloves he had on that morning. We had been through three days of that; just because hell had frozen over, didn't mean that it was any less miserable.

"Just please tell me WHY we are here?" I asked; every time I asked that question, I could tell he was beating around the bush, he was hiding something and I didn't know what.

"You will find out soon…" Dad said. "Meanwhile, there is someone who wants to meet you."

Strange, I didn't hear anyone at the door. Slowly, I got up from my bed and went to follow my dad to the living room.

Sitting there in the living room was a man, possibly older than my father staring at the fire in the fireplace.

We had the fireplace going since we got here, the heater didn't work. The house we were living in was very old and worn and made of only wood and some iron beams most likely, with its old age it couldn't hold heat, so all the heat of the fire place seeped through all the spaces of the house, leaving us freezing inside.

The man turned when he head us come in, he stood up and smiled at me, a smile the held a kind warmth that told me that I was going to like him. He was a man that stood a couple inches shorter than my 6' frame. He had silver hair and bushy eyebrows, all complemented by his russet skin. His face was full and held deep set wrinkles from what was probably stress from how many there was, I could tell that he wasn't as old as he seemed, from the way he held himself strongly. He wore a huge brown fur coat that covered him up very well; I couldn't tell what he was wearing underneath. I was already jealous of him because that coat looked cozy.

"You must be Jacob." He said holding his hand out to me. "My you've grown! I haven't seen you since you were little."

I gave him an odd look, but shook his hand anyway. I didn't remember meeting him. Dad must've noticed the look because he chimed in.

"Jacob, this is Harry Clearwater, your godfather." Dad said.

My jaw dropped and both men broke out into laughter, after a moment, dad continued.

"The last time your Uncle Harry saw you in person, you were about five years old." Dad explained. "Since then it was just the occasional email and photo."

"Uncle Harry?" I asked. "Then why haven't I known about him for 11 years."

"You just forgot after a while, it's okay." Harry said patting my shoulder. "It's good to see you again, though I wish your sisters were here too, I would've liked to see them as well."

Again, I could tell that there was more to this, but that time I left it alone, I knew we were going to come back to this soon somehow.

"It's freezing in here." Harry said as he rubbed his shoulders, though he had on his big heavy looking coat.

"Tell me about it…" I murmured.

Harry chuckled.

"When the snow calms I will make sure that a crew comes by to fix up the house." Harry said. "It was supposed to be done before you two came, but the snow came before it could be done. There were false alarms for upcoming snowstorms and we were all worried it would be a little dangerous to do some of the work; had we known that the storms weren't coming, it would've been done in time for your arrival; you guys would've at least have a warm house."

Another thing to look forward to here, crappy weather predictions; I heard on the radio that there was not supposed to be a lot of snowfall for tomorrow, hopefully a storm will come instead and I won't have to go to school. I don't like the thought of being the new guy.

We all sat down for a bit and spoke to one another. I was surprised to find out that I was going to a regular school instead of the reservation's school because of registration errors. Harry said that he was on it and that everything should be straightened out by NEXT semester. I told him that if it was too troublesome not to worry about it; I would be so used to the new school, I probably would find it more difficult to move to another school in the same year.

By the time Harry left, I found out that I have an older god-sister and a younger god-brother, and that me and dad would be having dinner at their how in the next couple of days. Wishing him a goodnight, it was evening by the time he left, I watched as he trudged through the snow until he turned to walk through the snow-covered foliage of the forest.

"Come on kid." Dad said. "We should warm up the food that he brought for us."

"Food, what food?" I asked; my stomach growled along with my question in response.

After a nice dinner of rice and chicken cooked by Harry's wife, me and dad settled in the living room in silence.

Since coming here, the only thing we were able to get working was the radio, it played softly in the back. We couldn't even get basic channels on the television, so we didn't have anything to watch. My dad was settled in his wheelchair reading a newspaper that was already a couple days old that he had just found somewhere in the house. I was sitting across from him on the couch, nodding in and out of slumber, my eyes getting heavier with each passing minute.

"Jacob, you have school tomorrow, go to bed." Dad said. "Make sure you set up your cell phone alarm clock." He reminded.

"'Night…" I mumbled, slowly getting up. I stumbled out of the living room and down the hallway to my room.

The only things in my room so far were my bed and couple bags of necessities; everything else was either still in flight or in storage until the conditions get better to deliver them. I was too tired to brush my teeth at the moment and I didn't remember if I packed my alarm clock to come with me. I sat down on my bed and quickly set up my alarm clock, double checking everything to make sure I woke up at 5:45, with school starting at 7:30 in the morning, I don't remember much else after that.

I woke up the next morning to my dad screaming at me and something hitting my body.

"Jacob!" I heard my dad yelling.

I dragged myself from my deep sleep and started weakly flailing in an attempt to stop the annoying beating. I slowly sit up.

"Boy! You forgot to put up the volume on your phone!" Dad yelled, pointing to the very softly beeping cell phone. "It's already 6:15 and you're going to miss that bus!"

'So I don't have to go to school today?' I thought to myself.

"Luckily for you, I was able to call in a favor with an old friend of mine." Billy said.

I groaned before I could catch myself, he leaned forward and slapped me on the back of my head.

"Get ready quickly so you can have at least a little something to eat before you go." Dad said. "Chief Charlie Swan is coming over to pick you up and take you to school; he has his daughter with him who just came from Phoenix."

I rolled out of bed and got to my bags, I picked up everything I needed to wash and brush up. It took about five minutes for the water to warm up, while I waited, I brushed my teeth; my teeth ached with the freezing cold water, the heat at the sink didn't work. I was relieved when I saw steam coming from the shower, I jumped in, almost screaming when it scalded my skin, and quickly I added some cold water to the mix. I showered for about five minutes before my dad came to the door.

"Get out of there boy, you don't have time and you're using up all of the hot water!" He yelled.

Rolling my eyes I rinsed off and turned off the water, and quickly got out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a towel, I opened the bathroom door. Cold air instantly rushed in and everything went frozen, I let out a loud hiss and rushed to my room. I tried to dry off as fast as I could so I could put on some clothes. At this point, I would never get used to this weather.

I put on a couple layers of clothes, a couple sweaters and a big jacket. I put on three pairs of socks and the new boots I had bought back in Florida, my sisters saying that they would help with the snow. By the time I was ready, my father called for me again.

"Jacob! They're here!" Dad yelled.

Cursing, I picked up my backpack, which I luckily packed back in Florida, and rushed out of my room to the living room.

Sitting in the living room this time was the father and daughter pair my dad had told me about, but it was still surprising.

When my dad said Chief Charlie Swan, I thought Indian Chief, not Police Chief. The man sat there in full police uniform with a big jacket. He had raven hair that had grey streaks and very pale skin, obviously not Native American. His eyes were a dark brown and were tired with sleep; this made me wonder if I could trust him to get me to school safely. I stifled a smile at the bushy mustache he had under his nose, with each breath through his nostrils, it moved a little. Charlie like Harry stood a couple inches shorter than me. But overall, he was a handsome man.

Sitting next to him must've been his daughter; I never got her name. She had long slightly curly brown hair that went down just below her shoulders; my own hair slightly longer than hers. She had the same eyes of her father; her skin so pale, it looked almost sickly. She wore a few layers of clothes much like myself. I stood nearly a foot taller than her; she must've been at most 5' 4".

Upon seeing me, the pair stood up and greeted me.

"Hey, you must be Jacob." Chief Swan said as he held out his hand, I quickly took it and shook. "I'm Charlie Swan and this is my daughter, Isabella Swan."

Isabella shot her father a look and gave me a shy smile.

"Hello Jacob, I'm BELLA Swan." She said shaking my hand next.

I had a feeling she insisted on being called Bella and not Isabella, with the strong emphasis on the name and whatnot.

"Well Jacob, hurry up and eat your breakfast, you don't want to make Bella late to school too." My dad said.

Charlie chuckled.

"Don't worry about it Bill." Charlie said. "We can make it on time, take your time Jacob, we won't mind."

Bella nodded in agreement.

What these two didn't know, I always ate fast; my sisters always called me a wolf when I ate, claiming I hardly used utensils. I wouldn't know, I guess I eat too fast to take note of my actions.

I personally felt I broke my own previous record, whatever that was, that morning. Judging by the surprised looks on the Swans faces, I must've eaten fast.

I wished my dad a good day and headed out with the Swans.

I stopped and just looked around, it was still dark and the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. The only light provided was from the flickering porch light right above my head, just enough light for me to see the car Chief Charlie was going to drive.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"Nothing…" I said, as I eyed the POLICE CAR. I knew he was the chief, but come on! The police car on a ride to school.

I looked to Bella and we shared a look; this was going to be a long and embarrassing ride.

To be continued…

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