Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters!

Rating: T (minor language and the likes)

Pairing: JB/EC

I would like to point out that not every single chapter has been changed. I really just re-edited a lot of the story so that it would flow better in certain places and added more detail where I felt there should be more.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: You've Changed

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(Edward's POV)

I sat and listened. I listened to the house around me. I listened to the early morning sounds coming from outside, I listened, as Carlisle talked on his cell phone, his voice calm and soothing, understanding and disappointed. Odd, but I didn't bother to hear the thoughts running through his head. I didn't even pick up on the voice on the other line that I knew to be Jacob's father. Still, I listened to every sound available to me.

Jacob. I looked over at the table he was currently lying on. He was so still that to anyone he would have been mistaken as dead; every occupant in our home knew better. We all knew, by what I saw and then what I told, that he had been bitten by one of our kind. Not one of us, but someone like us. Alice and I found him in the forest near our house. The sight was strange, a werewolf writhing in agony. They healed fast on normal circumstances, (if you can place werewolf and normal in the same sentence), but being bitten by one of our kind had rendered his body helpless to the venom that coursed through his veins.

Venom. Carlisle had initially thought that if any other creature, namely werewolves, were bitten by a vampire, that our venom would prove to be fatal. In Jacob Black's case, he was simply baffled that it hadn't killed him. Aside from the initial bite wound I saw on his neck, he had been bitten in every major vein his body possessed, speeding up the three day process it took to be turned completely into what we are.

Usually it only took three days to become what we Cullens are, what his attacker is, but within the last 24 hours, Jacob had stopped screaming. This was only the second day of the process and already he was exhibiting signs of what the third day presented.

His skin, I reached out to touch it, was just as hard as my own, it had also lost the blazing heat he had once possessed, one of the quirks of being a werewolf. His color, usually brown in appearance, was now an odd shade of gray, as if it wasn't sure on whether or not it wanted to be a pale brown. He looked…well…just as beautiful as any of us I supposed. I didn't really want to push the thought because I knew the hugest shock would be the eyes. His father, judging by Carlisle's end of the conversation, was less than thrilled of the news that his son had been attacked by a rogue vampire on our side of the treaty line. I could tell by Carlisle's reassurances that Billy Black speculated one of us had bitten his son. I found the accusation absurd.

Jacob groaned. I looked down to see that his face was contorted into a look of pain. I knew just by going through his head that he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings or body yet. I saw him replaying the attack in his mind. Perfect, if he still remembered what happened to himself in this state, then maybe he would be willing to tell us what exactly happened later on. "He's waking," I answered Carlisle's unvoiced question. My father, our coven leader, was by my side in seconds. We were both quiet, listening for the stillness of a heart that no longer beat. As I had mused, I had listened. His heart was almost finished. It gave five more prolonged beats before it quit. No poetic words of finality, it just stopped. Jacob groaned again and I could hear his thoughts more clearly now. He was conscious but he didn't want to open his eyes, afraid of what he'd find.

I glanced at Carlisle, he thought perhaps I should try talking to him since we had met before. I took in a steadying breath, not that I needed to, and softly added details to what he was experiencing, "I'm Edward Cullen and you're in my home. The room you're in right now is my father's examination room. You were…attacked by a rogue vampire. You were bitten…several times--in each of your major veins. It sped up the process; you've been changed." I stopped to see if he would react to any of what I was telling him. His mind had gone blank with what I presumed was shock. I tried to get him to respond, "If you can hear my voice then please lift your left arm." Immediately he complied which caught me off guard. If memory served me well, the last time I had seen him was with Bella and he had been reluctant to leave her alone with me--stubborn I'd go so far to say.

Jacob tried to speak. His voice sounded like that of a pure crystal glass flute half filled with champagne to give off an alto note when played instrumentally. As wonderful as it sounded to myself and Carlisle, it freaked Jacob out. He sat up in a swift movement, his eyes darting all around to take in his strange surroundings. Carlisle and I took defensive positions, ready to act incase the newborn in front of us attacked. "What happened to my voice?" he thought, too afraid to voice his concern out loud. He didn't seem to have the urge to attack, hell, he didn't seem to have the normal urges that a newborn vampire should have at all. The insatiable feeling of thirst should have immediately taken him over…but it didn't at least…not yet.

His eyes finally landed on mine and I literally took a step back when Carlisle took a step forward. His first thought was that of intrigue. He found this abnormality intriguing when I found it to be just a little more than frightening. Jacob immediately became concerned with the sudden change in mood. It heightened his sense of panic, "Wh-what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" I wondered who he was actually referring to, his mind too jumbled to know for sure, but I couldn't help the stammered response that came from my lips, "Y-your eyes, they're--" "What's wrong with my eyes? What happened to my eyes?" He flew to the nearest window, and as soon as he caught a glimpse of himself he staggered backwards with all the grace in the world. He crashed to the floor covering his face in horror.

"My eyes…I'm a…that leech turned me into…one of you." In that moment as I watched him rock back and forth, as I listened to him mutter "my eyes" over and over again, as I listened to him internally berate himself, as he pulled himself into a dark hole, I truly felt sorry for him. To be honest he was a freak of nature. What happened to him was never supposed to have happened however…neither of us--none of us--had the heart (so- to-speak) to just cast him aside. From the moment Alice and I came to his rescue, I knew he would become part of our family. What I didn't know, was that he would come to mean more to me than anyone I'd ever known before.

(A/N: As always let me know what you think! and for new readers who might not have read this story before I changed a few things, don't worry, the plot is still the same and you're pretty much getting what I gave the first time around, only this time ITS BETTER!) If you're wondering (which I know you are) you will find out what is wrong with Jacob's eyes in the next chapter. They aren't the traditional blood red a newborn vamp. would have! Next chappie will be in Jake's POV!