Author's Note: People, do not take this the wrong way but I hate Twilight. The only reason why I'm doing this is because I do think that the Twilight saga has a potential to become an awesome series of novels if SMeyer didn't screw it all up. In that sense, I challenge myself to rewrite Twilight into something much more… professional at the very least.


Chapter One: Dreamt a Nightmare of You


It was already 10:30 P.M. on his digital alarm clock but Jacob was still furiously scribbling on his green spiral-bound notebook while occasionally glancing at the pages of a nearby textbook that was set upright and supported by a dictionary. Around him were three other books – all opened at random pages – which he had been using as references in his note-taking.

Working only in dim light provided by a desk lamp, he leaned closer to the table and squinted as he read the next few paragraphs from the pages of his textbook. Then, he looked at his sloppily-written notes which were the result of him writing too quickly. Upon not being able to read his own penmanship in his notebook, he bit his lip in frustration because even he, the one who wrote it, could not even understand what he just wrote and that he had to go write another different set of notes.

Slamming his head on the table, he unwittingly caused his roommate Embry, who had already been sleeping, to sit up in response to the noise and murmur something inaudibly before falling back into bed. Jacob let out a heavy sigh as he reluctantly ripped off what notes he had been writing for the last hour and crumpling them with his right hand before playfully pushing them off the table and into the wastebasket just beside it.

"If it wasn't for Bella needing help in algebra, I would've finished studying for my biology class tomorrow. But I guess a friend has to do what a friend has to do. And I'm sure Bella would do the same if I had a problem. Besides, teaching her algebra wasn't that bad even if it took two hours. It was almost like a review for me to actually help Bella understand how to do simple polynomial functions." He then covered his mouth as he yawned while stretching his free arm. "I guess I'll have to wake up early tomorrow and study about binomial nomenclature and those other things about classification. I'm sure I'll be able to understand it anyway in a short amount of time after a good night's rest."

He then got out of the chair and walked to Embry's bedside to switch on the nightlight before unplugging the desk lamp as Jacob knew that his roommate would wake up at any sign that the room was in complete darkness without even a small source of light to illuminate it. Slowly making his way back to the table without making a sound while passing by the doorway, Jacob grabbed his brown leather satchel bag that hung on the doorknob. Quickly, he stuffed his notebooks and books into the main compartment while his pencils and pens were contained in the side pockets.

After fixing his things for tomorrow, he went over to his bed which was on the other side of the room – opposite to Embry's. Taking off his shirt and tossing it into the laundry basket by the window, he pulled out the white covers and plopped down on the mattress, relieved to finally be able to relax. He tried to think of something that would clear his mind of his worries so that he could fall asleep more easily.

As he closed his eyes and tried to visualize himself in a calm and peaceful environment such as the beach, he could almost hear the crashing of the waves, feel the warm soft sand in between his toes and taste the salt in the cool sea breeze. Within moments, the young teenager was about to fall asleep when his imagery of the beach was suddenly replaced by that of a man standing beside a spotlight.

Intrigued by the abrupt change of the scene, Jacob attempted to get a closer look on the man whose face was slightly obscured by the darkness and started walking a few steps towards him. However, as soon as he reached a considerable distance, he gasped in shock as he saw the man more clearly now.

The man's blonde hair was cut short and styled backwards with some sort of hair gel. His face was pale white and seemed to be drained of all color; his eyes, a bright shade of yellow that even in partial darkness they seemed to glow; his lips, a faded shade of pink that made it look so fragile that the slightest touch would make it crack and fall apart. His body was like that of a marble statue; the muscles were well-developed; the skin, lustrous and pallid. The man was wearing nothing on but a plain loincloth.

It was Edward. Edward Cullen… in all his glory. Almost.

At once, Jacob's cheeks and ears flushed red. His heart started pounding faster and faster and at the same time became increasingly louder, eventually becoming the only sound his ears could hear. Soon enough, he caught himself dreamily staring at Edward's half-naked body. He tried to turn away but it seemed as if his neck had failed him and his head was glued into place forever looking at the impressive physique.

Against his own will, his body began to walk towards the man, his hands undoing every piece clothing he was wearing at that moment until he was stripped down to his underwear. Before he knew it, he was already right in front of Edward, intently gazing into the ivory-skinned man's face. Still not in control of his own self, Jacob then felt his face drawing closer and closer to the other man's face until it came to halt, his lips only a few inches from Edward's.

Not for long, he saw numerous glowing red orbs mysteriously appearing from the darkness in the corner of his eyes; all of which were fixed at his direction, gazing ominously as each of their faces slowly became more visible with each passing second. Soon enough, Jacob saw that he and Edward had been surrounded by pale-looking humanoid creatures with eyes that glowed in the dark as if they were rubies that were converted into stars.

Opening their mouths in unison showing razor-sharp fangs, they hissed at the lone werewolf standing by the bronze-haired vampire. They were not three. Not four. Not six. No, not ten. Still not a dozen but rather hundreds of vampires curiously eyeing the unusual couple.

Turning pale in shock, the werewolf's heart pounded faster and harder. Only this time, it wasn't because of Edward being there with him but the fact that they were in the dead center of what looks like an entire army of vampires. Among the crowd of vampires, Jacob was even more surprised when he recognized a handful of them as some of his schoolmates.

The orange-haired Victoria armed with her piercing stare and her impenetrable mask of arrogance coupled with vanity. Next to her was Rosalie with her flawless white skin and perfect-looking blonde hair, seemingly waiting to steal any mortal's breath away. Almost resembling Rosalie was her half-brother Jasper who, like his other companions, was glaring menacingly and threatening at Jacob. Folding her arms and expressing a disgusted look on her face was the fair-haired Chelsea who scowled at the pair. Her mahogany hair adorned with numerous glittering jeweled ornaments, Heidi was pointing fingers at Jacob whom she explicitly stated as a mongrel not even worthy of a vampire's eye or even heart. The raven-haired Diego and the flaxen-haired Riley – their backs against each other – shot questioning glances at Edward, sighing in disappointment when the Cullen continued to ignore them. With a bloodied sickle in her hands, Jane stood along with her twin brother Alec with warped malicious grins etched on their faces and their pale brown hair somewhat stained with fresh human blood; it was truly a disturbing sight to see the two siblings amidst the crowd.

Behind them were the red-haired Afton with an indifferent expression engraved on his face as if that was the only expression he could ever show; the tall, massive and muscular Felix with unruly black hair; the quiet and timid-looking Renata whose hands were too busy fixing the tangles in her auburn hair; the dark brown-haired Corin who was too preoccupied with her long sharp fingernails to actually be bothered with the sight, only hissing when the others were hissing; and the lean and arrogant-looking Santiago whose dirty blonde hair was partially covering his eyes.

"Well, well, well. Would you look at that? A male vampire and a male werewolf stripped down to their undergarments and only what? Inches away from making out? A most touching scene, don't you think?" Victoria sneered, pointing a mocking finger at the two. Approaching Edward, she held his face at the cheeks with her long bony fingers so tightly that it looked like the opposite. Like she was trying her best to hold onto Edward's head delicately as if it were a tomato. "You should know the consequences of being a traitor to your own kind, Eddie-kinz. Your forbidden relationship with this mutt is unacceptable and I should tell you that when our matriarchs hear of this…" She then paused and tilted her head sideways, smiling at him with malicious intent. "Well… Jane? Would you care to tell him what happens to anyone who breaks the Sacred Laws?"

In a split second before he could even turn around to look at Jane, Jacob heard her hysterical giggling in his ear and felt something sharp touch his neck. "Let me give you a demonstration of what happens when ignorant teenaged vampires disobey our Sacred Laws," she then said before creating a clean smooth superficial cut on his neck, his blood trickling from his neck to his chest.

Finally being able to move once more on his own, Jacob first reacted on his own instinct and tried to cover the gash with his hand in order to stop the bleeding or at least hide it from plain view. But before he could, Jane swung her bloodied sickle a few more times in a frenzied manner, intentionally giving the half-naked werewolf even more wounds all over his body. Soon enough, she was beating Jacob senseless with the blunt handle of her weapon as he attempted to conceal them with his hands.

On the other hand, Edward was unable to do anything because within a few moments after Jane had drawn the first blood Felix had already captured him in a chokehold. Despite his best efforts to break free from the burly vampire's hold, the blond was still trapped in a grapple and subsequently told by Victoria to stop this silly nonsense to avoid any unnecessary damages before something flying at a relatively high velocity hit Edward's head, rendering him unconscious.

His blood pooling on the floor, Jacob felt his vision gradually starting to blur and his sense of balance wavering. As he staggered backwards and fell face first onto the floor, Jane finally stopped dealing him blows with her sickle. Blood splashed all over his tanned skin as he lay on the ground, slowly beginning to lose consciousness due to the massive blood loss.

"Now then, for a good measure, why don't we take his head off and mount it on the replace, huh?" were the last words he heard along with a series of footsteps and the sound of a blade running through someone's flesh.

Amidst the darkness in his mind, a blurred but radiant image of Edward appeared and flashed for a few times before disappearing in a shower of sparkles as Jacob struggled to reach for it.

"Edward? Edward! Edward!" he called out but there was no response. With the disturbing thought that Edward may have been or is being harmed, he strengthened his concern and resolve to see Edward once more before his eyes, allowing him to inexplicably regain his strength and disregard whatever fatigued feeling he was experiencing at the moment.

Forcefully opening his eyes and determined to see Edward Cullen hopefully in one piece, Jacob found himself back in his room sitting up straight on his bed, his heart racing and his entire body sweating profusely. "It's just a nightmare… just a nightmare," he told himself reassuringly as he looked at his roommate who was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the room as if nothing had really happened.

Glancing around and making sure that nothing indeed had happened, he sighed in relief and wiped off his sweat on his forehead with the back of his right hand. "Just a nightmare… it's nothing to be worried about." Jacob half-heartedly chuckled at his exaggerated reaction, lying back down on his bed and attempting to go back to sleep. But moments before restful sleep had claimed him, he wondered why of all the people that he knew it was Edward Cullen whom he first saw in his dream.

"…Why?" He muttered.


Author's Note: Now, this is the First Chapter of the story. Feel free to point out any good and bad points amidst the story so I may improve on the next update. I solemnly promise that I will react sensibly to them instead of bitching on it like a mindless zombie. Thanks in advance to any reviewer.