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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Edward's P.O.V.

As I listened to the crack of the fire Jacob started to mumble something about another scary story that was probably going to be some crappy story, just like the last one. Why were we even telling scary stories anyway? It doesn't even seem that exciting. Maybe I should sneak off and get something real to eat before I jumped Jacob to get a sip of that blood that smelled like a little slice of heaven.

Keeping myself from licking my lips of drooling I leaned back in the chair that I was currently occupying and looked up at the leaves. We still had a few more miles to walk tomorrow. Why we didn't just get them out of the way today was a mystery to me. Although I guess the humans were probably tired. It's not like we couldn't carry them though. We were all strong enough to do so.

"Well there is a man named Charlie, who works at a light house. He makes sure that no ships crash in his area and none ever have, but there is one thing that absolutely drives him off the wall, his wife. Everyday she sits in front of the piano and plays the same tune over and over.

"Originally, they didn't have the thing. Once Charlie let his wife, Myrtle, get that piano, she bought one and dragged it out to the small island just off of Maine. They had been married for ten years, but this was the one thing that Charlie just couldn't stand. No matter how much he pleaded and yelled for her to stop playing that damned thing she kept playing.

"She actually got good in some places. They would be almost musical and then there would be that one piece of the tune: Dah-Dah-Dum-Dum-BLAT. Every time she played that song he had to listen to that same part, getting so annoyed that he would try and tune it out. Unfortunately he was unsuccessful. He would always here that same cord and it would make his head ring every time.

"Charlie even tried to convince Myrtle to try to learn a different song. Yet his stubborn wife refused to do it. She would say, "I will not learn a new song until I get this one right" and we all know when that was going to happen. Never.

"So after a while of hearing the Duh-Duh-Dum-Dum-BLAT over and over Charlie decided that he really couldn't take this anymore. He went to get his axe and be brought it inside. Before he knew it his wife and the piano were copped into little pieces. Once that was done he did feel a little bad, but that damn noise was gone, so it brought him peace.

"After a bit he went a buried the pieces of his wife and the piano somewhere out in the yard, knowing that his wife would have wanted to be buried with her loved piano. When that was done he walked back inside and noted in his journal about the tragedy that ha happened during that horrible storm which had blown in.

"His dear wife was swept away by the angry waters as she was heroically patrolling the coast line for ship wrecks. It was convincing enough and he could play the part of a sad spouse when it came time. Although, what he didn't expect was to wake up in the middle of the night hearing that damn noise.

"Duh-Duh-Dum-Dum-BLAT. At first Charlie thought he was dreaming so he tossed and turned several times, even pinched himself to prove that he was sleeping. When he couldn't convince himself that he was dreaming he got up to find out where the noise was coming from.

"Although he had this gut feeling that it was his wife playing that damn, chopped up piano, it was impossible, improbable. He just got done killing her and wiping her messy blood from his floor. There was absolutely no way that his wife was here letting her fat fingers glide ungracefully across those broken strings, but when he got to the hall way he looked up the stairs and saw his wife. She stood there with her hands behind her back, a soft smile on her lips, while blood and dirt were smeared all over her outfit.

"'You know, I still can't get it right.' With a chuckle that seemed almost innocent, she pulled her hands out from behind her back showing the bloody axe that he had used to chop her into pieces. In complete shock, Charlie didn't move. He just watched as his wife came gliding down the stairs towards him, smiling as if she was going to hug him and not plunge an axe into him.

"Just when Charlie thought he was sleeping against, Myrtle brought the axe into the air and then let it come down on his neck, making his head slide off of his shoulders." Jacob paused and looked around, probably to read everyone's faces, to see what they thought of this lame tail. "And anyone that has worked at that light house since then has been found hacked up on the floor, just below the stairs, with a little message written in blood next to them. The message always said 'Duh-Duh-Dum-Dum. Come here and I come for you too. Duh-Duh-Dum-Dum'.

"So that's the end of my tale." Jacob said that last sentence abruptly ad it made me raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Was there something that he wasn't going to say?

Shaking my head mentally I stretched and looked around at everyone. Poor Seth, he looked like he was about to bolt for the nearest tent and stay in there until morning. What made that even worse was that this was his story, just told by someone else. Poor kid.

"I liked that story better." I stated grabbing a marshmallow and munching on it even thought I don't eat. It tasted weird because it was real food and I the last time I had had actual food was when, well I can't actually remember.

"Thanks, I think." Seth mumbled, grabbing a hold of Emily, who was sitting next to him. She simply smiled and stroked his hair like a mother would do and kissed him on the cheek, before looking over at Sam, who was fast asleep I his chair. Apparently it wasn't exciting enough for him. Shaking my head I got to my feet and put my hands in my pockets.

"I guess it's time for bed because it doesn't look like the poor werewolves can take anymore." My eyes shot to Jacob for a moment before going to Bella, who had her legs pulled onto the chair and a blanket around her shoulders. Was it cold?

"Good idea." Bella yawned, slowly getting out of her chair. Almost everyone did the same, but Jacob. He just kind of sat there, starring at the burning fire. He must be off in his own little world.

Deciding to ignore him I walked over to Bella, who I escorted to her tent and kissed her on the cheek good night. For some reason kissing her on the lips just didn't seem right so when he seemed to question why I simply kissed her on the cheek I pushed her completely with Emily and walked away. I walked all the way to the tent for the vampires before I realized that Jacob was still sitting, staring at the fire.

For a moment I contemplated just leaving him, but then I figured I might as well get him to go to bed before he started to complain tomorrow that he was sleepy and didn't get enough sleep. Although everyone would simply tell him to shut up and stop complaining I didn't want to have to listen to any of that tomorrow.

"Jacob, did you not see everyone going to bed?" I asked, standing between him and the fire, hoping he would snap out of his little trance, which he did. When he looked up at me from his chair, his expression was blank though and made me confused.

"There is another part of the story." Jacob mumbled, looking around a bit as if expecting something to come out of no where.

"Alright, tell your scary little story mutt." I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest, waiting for him to tell his 'scary story'. When he staid quiet I took a step towards him and knelt down so my face was an inch away from his. "Either tell me your story or go to bed." I muttered, which actually turned out to be more of a hiss then anything. Although that's when I realized that his eyes weren't the right color. They were dull and they were glazed over with this creamy color, which made me confused.

"You wanna know what happens next?" His voice was no longer his and for a moment I just starred at him in complete disbelief. When he chuckled and evil chuckle that I had only heard from other vampires, who had gone insane, I got up and tried to call for Carlisle, but before I could do so Jacob grabbed my throat and threw my ass in the fire as if I were nothing more then a piece of crumbled up paper.

I of course got out quickly and ran away from the camp, knowing that Jacob would follow me.

"You bastard! I will kill you!" Looking back at him as I ran he seemed to no longer be himself, which meant I could kick his ass. That was a plus. When Bella asked why Jacob had bruises and stuff all of him -- that's right they would be so bad that they would last until morning -- I would be able to say he attacked me and he wasn't himself. Chuckling to myself I ran a bit faster until I knew that I was far enough away from the camp.

Once I was in the right spot I stopped running and waited for Jacob to catch up. It didn't take him long to do so either because before I knew it I was pinned to the ground by a furious Jacob, who had a knife in his hands. Although it wouldn't hurt me I did nothing when he placed the knife against my neck. My skin was too tough for a knife so simple to do any damage, but Jacob didn't seem to remember that.

"Calm down. Bastard? Where did that come from?" I asked even though I figured it had something to do with earlier. Then again, what he said next threw me off.

"You killed my parents! You buried my mother, but didn't burry my father! Did I not give you enough time to burry both you jack ass?! Why did you kill them?" He shouted, pressing the knife hard against my neck. Thank god I was a vampire or this would hurt and I would be dieing.

"Jacob, calm down, you know as well as I do that I did not kill anyone." Lately. I lifted a hand and wrapped it around Jacob's wrist, trying to push his hand away from my throat. Sadly, that failed and I was left laying there in shock. He was stronger then me? Since when? I've always been stronger then him. This shouldn't be happening. It couldn't be happening.

Suddenly my throat caught on fire; not literally, it just started to hurt for no reason. That's when I smelled the blood and felt it run across my neck. With wide eyes I looked up at Jacob whose eyes were now pitch black. Eve the whites of his eyes had gone black, which, even to someone who is a vampire and has eyes that change color all the time, was kind of creepy.

"Why did you kill them?!" This time when Jacob spoke his voice was a mix of his and some other kids, which was weird. Were there two people in Jacob?

"J-Jacob." I mumbled. My throat hurt and so it was difficult to speak, but somehow I managed. Although the blood running from my neck was making me see some black dots floating around. Oh shit, I didn't feel like myself. Before I knew what was happening my entire body got warm and I was crying. I was crying! For god's sake, vampires don't cry! Then I felt my aching heart slowly come to life, which made me panic.

What was going on?

"Die!"

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I'm sorry I'm sorry. I know I haven't updated in FOREVER, but I've been busy and I've been kind of sick. So I've been a little occupied with some other crap. Anyway, I know this is short, but I promise. The next chapter will be longer and hopefully a hell of a lot better. Anyway, please review. - Nikki