Disclaimer: I do not own any of this because it belongs to Stephanie Meyers. No matter how much I might want the Twilight characters to belong to me, they don't. Also, these stories do not belong to me. They belong to the book Campfire Tales.

Warning: This is a yaoi story which means there will be guy on guy, but beyond that there may be violence, rape, or anything else along those lines. I'm not completely sure yet, but I will put in the summary for the chapter if there will be rape, violence and what not. If you don't like anything like that, you probably shouldn't read this story. Although, I assume that if you are looking at this, then you will most likely not mind any of that.

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Jacob's P.O.V.

Seth sat in a chair that was opposite of me and he squirmed a bit, looking around with excitement in his eyes. He would probably be the first one to start telling the stories. To be honest, all of the ones that he has told me over the years aren't that scary. Maybe out her in the dark they would send a chill down my spine, but that was about it.

"Can I tell the first story? It's not too scary, just a bit weirder then anything." Seth said, looking around at everyone as they sat around the fire, getting their marshmallows ready. This might actually be a bit fun.

"Go ahead Seth. You tell why we all think of other stories." I said, while others nodded and muttered things of approval.

"Alright then. Here it goes." He cleared his throat and puffed out his chest. "This story is called The Fifty-Cent Piece." He paused to make sure everyone was listening before continuing. "There was a young couple that was trying to get back to their house, but it was late and they didn't know if they would make it back to their house in time. So they were probably going to have to stay in their carriage for the night.

"Although the husband spotted a light in a clearing and decided to see if the people that lived there would be nice enough to allow them to stay there for the night. Luckily, their carriage was spotted and when they arrived to the house there was an old couple waiting for them on the porch.

"The young couple was whisked inside once they reached the porch by the elderly lady, who was warm and kind. She seemed to be genuinely concerned about them. Once they were in a few comfortable chairs next to the fire place, which had a fire blazing inside of it, the told the old people their story about how they needed a place to stay for the night, but when they said they could pay money to the older couple if they allowed them to spend the night, the older couple franticly said no.

"'Rent? Don't be ridiculous," exclaimed Mrs. Brown, the old lady that owned the home. "'You must be our guests!' She completely ignored the young couple's pleas and she went to go grab them some food from the kitchen. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the kindness of the old couple, the young man and his wife ate what they were given and spoke cheerfully to the other couple as they ate.

"After dinner, the Browns took the young couple up to their rooms and when the young man tried to offer money again Mrs. Brown protested. 'Nay lad, 'tis but a small service we offer you. Keep your money and buy something pretty for your young lady.'

"The young man nodded and went to bed. In the morning the tiptoed around and when they were just about the exit the house the young man hesitated. He tuned back around and placed a fifty-cent coin on the table and they finally left. After several miles of traveling they came to an inn where they purchased breakfast.

"The man that owned the place was nice and joyful, but when the young man mentioned the old couple that had helped them last night the man became confused.

"'Where did you say the house was?' The innkeeper asked. The young man told him, but that didn't seem to help much. 'You must be mistaken,' said the innkeeper. 'I know that place. That house was destroyed three years ago in a fire that killed the entire Brown family.'

"'I don't believe it,' the husband said flatly. "Mr. and Mrs. Brown were alive and well last night.'

"After a while of debating on whether who was right and who was wrong, they all decided to go check out the place and see who was actually right. The young couple got in their carriage and took the innkeeper down the road to the house that they had staid in the night before. Although, when they reached the house they found it in ruins. The wife looked around in disbelief, before looking at her husband who was just as shocked as she was.

"'This cannot be right,' the wife exclaimed, climbing down out of the carriage and walking up to the house.

"'This is the Brown's place,' the innkeeper stated.

"'This is not where we stayed last evening,' the husband insisted, leaving the carriage to join his wife. 'I must have mistaken the direction.'

"The young man turned his attention to the innkeeper for just a moment before the terrified scream of his wife reached his ears. He turned to her to see what the matter was. His arms wrapped around her as he tried to calm her down. Trying to find what had scared his wife, he looked around the burnt area to find a burned table, which had a silver fifty-cent piece laying on it exactly where he had left it. It looked like this was exactly where they had stayed last night." Seth finally stopped telling the story and he had this large grin on his face. It wasn't a scary story, but he was still a bit of a kid so he was enjoying himself so I made my body shake a bit as if I had shuddered because of how scary it was.

Everyone else just kind of sat there, with marshmallows stuffed in their mouths. I don't think any of us really knew what to say. It wasn't scary, but he had said it was more of a weird story then anything else. So Seth wouldn't feel bad I decided to say something.

"Wow Seth that was an awesome story. Where did you hear it?" I pushed a marshmallow onto the stick I had been given and placed it over the fire, letting it slowly turn brown.

"I read it. I thought it was cool how they could stay in a house that was burned down. I mean, think about it. The story says nothing about if they went upstairs or anything, so where did they really sleep? If they slept on the ground you would think that they would notice. Not only that, but what did they eat?" Seth was asking good questions, but the younger couple probably just didn't know what was going on at the time. They were so desperate to find a place to stay that they imagined everything. That was just plain sad.

"Well, they probably just wanted to sleep somewhere and they fell asleep in the carriage and dreamt it all or maybe they did sleep on the table or whatever. It's completely possible." Edward said, stretching a bit, nearly hitting me with his arm.

"Watch it." I said, making Edward look at me with a raise eyebrow. "You almost hit me."

"Sorry." He sure as hell didn't sound sorry. With a roll of my eyes and popped the nicely browned marshmallow into my mouth and chewed. Everyone was still quiet so I got to my feet and stretched.

"Anyone want something to drink while I'm up?" I asked as I looked around the circle of people. We only had water so those of us who didn't need it didn't raise their hands, which were the vampires. Thank got there were only three of us werewolves because we could drink an entire gallon of water without meaning to. That's how thirsty we could get.

When I was finished counting the five of us that wanted water I walked off, glad to get away from that area. Although I was hoping that I was going to be alone for a few minutes, Edward came out of no where and grabbed a few water bottles that I had just taken out of the cooler.

"I'm sorry about earlier." Edward's gaze was on the ground as he spoke as if he was ashamed. What he was ashamed of, I wasn't sure and I didn't think I wanted to know.

"Apology accepted. Now, I need to get these waters back to everyone before they start complaining." I stated. As I started to walk away Edward caught my arm and pulled me back.

"Jacob, do you even know why I'm saying sorry?" When I shock me head he sighed and rested his head against my forehead. "I nearly killed you earlier and for some reason I have this sudden urge just to sink my teeth into you and drink your blood." I watched as his tongue slipped out of his mouth and licked his lips.

Because I was shocked and didn't know what was going on, I didn't move when his head moved so his lips hovered over my neck. When his lips and teeth slowly pressed against my neck, I slowly came back to reality and I pushed him back with one of my arms.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't I smell horrible to you?"

"Your body does, but your blood doesn't. To be perfectly honest your blood smells more appealing then Bella's does." I looked at Edward in disbelief before shaking my head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked as I pushed past him and walked to the circle of chairs where everyone continued to wait for us to return.

"A lot more then either of us want to know." With that we both sat down. He handed his bottles to Seth and Bella, while I handed a few of the ones in my hands to Sam and Emily.

"So who is telling the next story?" I asked as I unscrewed the lid, tipping the water bottle back against my lips, letting the water rush past my lips. The cool water tasted good, but not nearly as good as I wanted it too. There was something else that I wanted, that I needed, but I didn't know what it was.

No one said anything so it was either going to be me or Seth. I knew all of his stories, so if he wanted to take a break from telling his weird stories, I could do it and just give him the credit. I've done it before, so it didn't bother me any. Although sometimes it did make me a little bit embarrassed depending on the story I had to tell.

We waited for a while and still no one raised their hands or chimed in saying they would tell the story. So I sighed and looked at Seth.

"Well, I guess I could tell the Playin' Piano story." I said, wondering if Seth thought that was a good idea. I half expected him to shake his head and tell me that he wasn't in the mood for that stupid story, but he nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Alright well, it looks like I'm the one that will be telling the next story. Everyone ok with that?"

A few people muttered yes and the others simply nodded and continued munching on the marshmallows that were left. I ate one more before glancing around the circle.

"Well, here goes nothing."

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Well, sorry that this was so short. Anyway, here is the next chapter. I know it's not my best and all that jazz, but lately I've been kind of busy. Sorry. My family is always having me baby sit and I can't really sit still with my brothers. They are constantly hitting one another and stuff. Ugh, anyway, if any of you have any ghost stories you think should be added to this, feel free to tell me. I'll be glad to add it. Anyway, please review. - Nikki