World Wide Werewolf Convention

Preface

Every ten years, all the werewolves and canine shape shifters come together in one place. They do this to: share stories, help the new werewolves adjust to the 'curse' of being a werewolf, as some call it, and to just be among their own kind. This has been happening for centuries, and has come to be affectingly called the "World Wide Werewolf Convention" or WWWC for short. It has always had its supporters, but it also has its critics. These critics have often called it a "Collection of Freaks" and have called for it to be shut down. The most vocal of these critics is the "Anti Lycanthrope Association" or ALA. The ALA tries every time to shut it down. Violently. When the next WWWC comes around in 2009, will they finally succeed?

A/N this is a fan fic with lots of crossovers, though it will mostly from Jacob Black's POV. It has werewolves from Harry Potter Series, Doctor Who, Discworld series, Anita Blake series, Tir Alain trilogy and Mercedes Thompson series. Oh and Twilight of course. Oh, and I don't own any, I only mash them together on a full moon. Enjoy.

A/N this is a version where Sirius and Lupin aren't dead. Deal with it. I don't own any characters, I only mess with them.

World Wide Werewolf Convention.

Chapter 1 – Invites.

Jake's POV

The air around me was filled with the sounds and smells of a crowded dog show. Of course, this wasn't technically a dog show. Just a large crowd of people who turned into dogs. Or wolves. Or whatever. I think there was even a mechanic who turned into a coyote. Weird.

Anyway, I looked at the map in my hand. I was going to kill Nessie when I got home.

*Flash Back*

"It'll be fun!!" Nessie said, while she bounced with excitement. I put me hands on her shoulders. "Nessie, it's going to be a room full of dangerous, hungry werewolves. Besides, I can't go. I don't have an invite." I smirked, knowing that she couldn't get around that one. "No invite, no entry. It says so right where you're trying to hide it." She gave me a wicked grin that always meant trouble. "Oh, I'm not so sure that you don't have an invitation. She pulled a large, official looking envelope from behind her back. I took it out of her hand, the whole while watching her innocent eyes that were worse than the grin.

"Open it!!" her wicked grin had changed into one of great suspense. I tore the top of the envelope off. Inside, there was a piece of card, a map and a letter. I read the letter first.

Dear Wolves of La push, Washington,

It has come to our attention that none of you have been invited to this, or any previous, World Wide Werewolf Conventions. (WWWC) We would like to remedy this, and here by invite any and all Lycanthropes and/or canine shape shifters to the 2009 WWWC, and all that follow.

Yours,

Management.

I read it. Then I read it a second time. Without looking up, I said, "how much?"

"Pardon?" I finally looked up. Nessie looked confused. "How much did it cost you to get them to send this?" I asked, shaking the letter with two fingers. Her eyes lit up. "Nothing!!" she exclaimed, happily bouncing again.

"What?" It was my turn to be confused.

"It didn't cost me a cent! I just found where to go, went and told them."

"Seriously?"

"Yup"

I looked at the letter again. "They really want us there." I muttered. "I've got to tell the packs." I said louder.

I ran out the door, was about to change, and went back to peck her on the cheek. "Love you." Then I ran out and changed. The shreds of cloth floated down around me, and I was running.

End of chapter (obviously). Please review. I really want to know what you're all thinking. I hope to get to some other characters next chapter.