Summary: What if the Twilight Saga was re-written with Jacob as the Protagonist? What if instead of Bella being the new girl in Forks High it was Jacob? What would happen when the wolf warrior and the cold one parts crossed and their destiny was already written? Would the two of them be able to co-exist in peace? Or will they be torn apart.

Pairings: Jacob/Edward

Disclaimer: So I just got to thinking what if instead of the whole Twilight Saga being surrounded around Bella and Edward it was Jacob and Edward. To me it would be so much more drama. Vampire/Werewolf much more interesting that Vampire/Human. I take no credit for this work. It's all Stephenie Meyer ... I just decided to twist it. I own nothing.

Notes: This story was started on a profile Slash is the Way by my friend and it got nowhere. He said he was never going to finish and gave up on it completely it so he gave it to me. So I'm re-writing it and hopefully I will finish it. However, I am respecting his wishes to keep the plot as close to the book as possible. If it was me I would change it but a friend's a friend. So, there will be a lot of differences but as requested it will stick as close to the original Twilight plot as possible.

If I had to wait on my Beta this story would never get published so all errors are mine.

I hope it doesn't suck.

Chapter VI

Not Just A Story

As I sat in my room, trying to concentrate on the third act of Macbeth, I was really thinking about what to say to my father. I figured Edward had a good reason to insist that I speak to him but I was figuring out how to tell the truth and leaving Edward out of it.

Just before six and made the walk to the reservation border and sure enough there was my truck waiting for me. Funny thing was I still had the key. Who knew the Cullen's could apparently hot-wire a truck. I drove it back home and the prepared the finishing touches on dinner right before my dad came home.

"Had a good day?" my dad asked while we sat and ate.

I prepared myself hoping that I'll finally get some answers. "Well actually, the strangest thing happened to me today and I wanted to ask you about it. Maybe it's genitic or something."

"What happened?" Billy asked suddenly worried.

"Well I was in class and everything was going alright and then suddenly this searing pain. All through my body. It felt as though my bones were trying to expand. I don't know how to explain it and I know it sounds crazy but it happened."

"Were you upset?"

"Upset that I was in pain? Hell yeah I was upset."

"No son, before that. Before the pain. Were you angry?"

Anger? It couldn't be a coincidence that my dad was asking me about anger and Edward made me promise not to get mad. "Yes but for a split second. What does anger have to do with anything."

"What happened after the pain son?" he looked excited

"Nothing." I said, conveniently leaving out the part where Edward somehow made the pain stop "It just went away."

Whatever Billy was expecting my answer to be it wasn't that and his expression showed it, as his face fell to disappointment. "Do you know what's wrong with me?"

"No" he said, expression hard. I was beginning to become an expert at tell when people weren't telling me something and right there Billy was lying to me.

"But something is wrong with me. People don't just have their bone feel as thought they're expanding."

"Maybe it was a growth spurt."

A growth spurt. That's what he was going with. "How stupid do you think I am Billy? What are you not telling me?"

"Jacob whatever happened to you, it only happened once and your fine now."

"But it didn't happen once!" I was yelling now. I was feddup of all the lies. Why couldn't someone just tell me what the hell was going on. "It happened before and I'm really freaking out."

"It happened before?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure the pain stopped and nothing else happened. You can tell me whatever it is. I'd believe you."

"Look I'm telling you. There was this mind numbing pain and then it stopped."

"Do you know what could've possibly stopped it?"

Yeah, Edward. "No. I have no idea. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

"Oh COME ON!" How stupid does he think I am?

"If it happens again, let me know."

"Let you know. You want to wait until I feel as though I'm going to die before you tell me what you think is wrong. Wow, thanks dad." I spat at him "You were no fucking help."

I stormed to my room, hand shaking, not even bothering to finish dinner. Talk to your father. What shitty advice. I still knew nothing except that people were lying to me. I wished I could chew out Edward but he wouldn't be in school tomorrow. I needed to clam down now. It always started with the shaking and what ever was going on with me Edward seemed to clam it down. Since Edward wasn't around I needed to avoid getting upset. I took a deep breath and I went to bed. Like I promised Edward I stayed calm.

I wasn't looking forward to Friday and it more than lived up to my non-expectations. Everyone wanted to know what happened after a left Mr Banner's class. Thankfully Mike's lips were sealed and so were mine. I couldn't get away from the questions about lunch though.

"So what did Edward Cullen want yesterday?" Jessica asked in Trig.

"I don't know," I answered. "He never really got to the point."

"You looked kind of mad," she fished.

"Have you ever had a conversation with him? He's upsetting." I kept my expression blank.

"You know, I've never seen him sit with anyone but his family before. That was weird."

"Weird," I agreed. She seemed annoyed; she flipped her dark curls impatiently - I guessed she'd been hoping to hear something that would make a good story for her to pass on.

The worst part about Friday was that, even though I knew he wasn't going to be there, I for some reason still hoped. When I walked into the cafeteria with Jessica and Mike, I couldn't keep from looking at his table, where Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper sat talking, heads close together. Alice would occasionally look up at me, but her gaze wasn't harsh, just curious. It was amazing how much could change in a day. Yesterday I could care less if Edward was around. Today was a whole different story.

At my usual table, everyone was full of our plans for the next day. Mike was animated again, putting a great deal of trust in the local weatherman who promised sun tomorrow.

I intercepted a few unfriendly glances from Lauren during lunch, which I didn't understand until we were all walking out of the room together. I was right behind her, just a foot from her slick, silver blond hair, and she was evidently unaware of that.

"...don't know why Jake" - she sneered my name - "doesn't just sit with the Cullens from now on."

I heard her muttering to Mike. I'd never noticed what an unpleasant, nasal voice she had, but I wasn't surprised by the malice in it. I really didn't know her well at all, certainly not well enough for her to dislike me but then again I always realised she was a bitch.

"He's my friend; he sits with us," Mike whispered back loyally.

That night at dinner, Billy seemed enthusiastic about my trip to La Push in the morning. I think he felt guilty for not telling me the truth last night. Of course he made sure that some of the Quiluete kids were going too. I barely said two words to him though. I wish I just knew what was going on. It's my life too.

I meant to sleep in, but an unusual brightness woke me. I opened my eyes to see a clear yellow light streaming through my window. I guess Forks did have sun. I had a good while before I had to meet the others at the beach. I made breakfast for myself and Billy, bathe and changed and then headed to Embry's place.

His house was even smaller than mine and he lived with just his mother. Quil and I decided we were going to meet by Embry's first, Seth would come later with his sister and he others were going to meet us at the beach.

We made our way down. It was a good walk but the air was cool enough to make it enjoyable. I had been to the beach enough times since moving here but it was still breathtaking. The water was dark gray, even in the sunlight, white-capped and heaving to the gray, rocky shore.

There was a brisk wind coming off the waves, cool and briny. Pelicans floated on the swells while seagulls and a lone eagle wheeled above them. The clouds still circled the sky, threatening to invade at any moment, but for now the sun shone bravely in its halo of blue sky.

I spotted Mike and immediately made a beeline towards him, the others following my lead.

"Jake man you made it."

As if there was any doubt. "Mike man, I live here." I laughed, play pushing him in the shoulder. "These are my friends, Embry and Quil" I said point them out.

"Hey I'm Mike. I heard a lot about you guys" He said walking up to us.

"Aw Jakey. How sweet." Embry said

"Don't make me punch you." I laughed, pushing Embry playfully.

We made our way down to the beach to meet the others, Mike leading the way to a ring of driftwood logs that had obviously been used for parties like ours before. There was a fire circle already in place, filled with black ashes. Eric and the boy I thought was named Ben gathered broken branches of driftwood from the drier piles against the forest edge, and soon had a teepee-shaped construction built atop the old cinders.

"Hey Jake" Embry called out getting my attention "Have you ever seen a driftwood fire living your city life?"

"No," I said smiling as he placed the blazing twig carefully against the teepee.

"You'll like this then - watch the colors." Embry said as Mike lit another small branch and laid it alongside the first. The flames started to lick quickly up the dry wood.

"It's blue," I said in surprise.

"The salt does it. Pretty, isn't it?" Mike said as he lit one more piece, placed it where the fire hadn't yet caught, and then came to sit by me.

After a half hour of chatter, some of the others wanted to hike to the nearby tidal pools. It was a easy decision. I loved the tide pools and I never got to see enough of them in New York. They had fascinated me since I was a child.

Lauren was very outspoken stating that she didn't want to hike, and she was definitely wearing the wrong shoes for it. Most of the other girls besides Angela and Jessica decided to stay on the beach as well along with Tyler and Eric and a few others.

The hike wasn't too long, though I hated to lose the sky in the woods. It was fun to fearlessly, leap over the rocks and perch precariously on the edges. After a while - I had slipped off a rock and almost accidentally braced with my bad hand and didn't want to make it worse - I found a very stable-looking rock on the fringe of one of the largest pools and sat there cautiously, spellbound by the natural aquarium below me. I was completely absorbed, except for one small part of my mind that wondered what Edward was doing now, and trying to imagine what he would be saying if he were here with me.

Finally I was hungry and the other guys agreed with me, so we made our way back. When we got back to First Beach, the group we'd left behind had multiplied. Seth and his sister Leah had arrived and a few other kids I was starting to get to know from the rez.

"Great, it's a tribe gathering." I heard Lauren mutter.

Not only was she a bitch but she was a racist bitch. Oh joy. "You're on our land." I said as I walked passed her.

The food was already being passed around, and the boys hurried to claim a share while Eric introduced us as we each entered the driftwood circle. Angela and I were the last to arrive, and, as Eric said her name. There was no need to introduce me. I sat down next to Embry, and Mike brought us sandwiches and an array of sodas to choose from, while Sam, the oldest of all of us rattled off everyone's name except mine. Again there was no need.

The conversation flowed easily between everyone. It made me wonder why Quiluetes didn't interact with other people more often. What was the big deal. There really wasn't a need for such segregation. Forks was already such a small town without dividing it further.

During lunch the clouds started to advance, slinking across the blue sky, darting in front of the sun momentarily, casting long shadows across the beach, and blackening the waves. As they finished eating, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Some walked down to the edge of the waves, trying to skip rocks across the choppy surface. Others were gathering a second expedition to the tide pools. Jessica and some of the others from the rez headed up to the one shop in the village. By the time they all had scattered, I was sitting alone on my driftwood log, with Lauren and Tyler occupying themselves by the CD player someone had thought to bring. Sam, Embry, Leah, Mike and I remained.

"So Jake," Lauren started causing me to look in her direction. What the hell did she want. "You've been here for a while, yet we know nothing about you. Tell us about yourself."

"Well, Lauren" I spat, not trusting her at all "What do you want to know?"

"Why'd you move from the big apple?"

"Wanted to see the ocean."

"No ocean's in New York?"

"Had a busy life."

"Not so busy any more?"

I rolled my eyes. Where was she going with this. "I keep occupied."

"Doing what?"

"Building cars" Embry replied when I had stayed silent.

"What?" she seemed genuinely surprised.

"Cars. You know the thing that goes vroom." I deadpanned

"You never told me that" Mike said looking genuinely interested.

"Yeah well I'm sort of as a stand still. I have the van I know but I was trying to fix up this old car we have."

"What's stopping you from finishing it." Tyler asked

"Parts." I sighed "You wouldn't happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit? And if you find that, could you let me know where I could get money."

"If you're good with cars my uncle is a mechanic. I'm sure he can used the help." Mike said

"You serious?"

"Yeah man," Mike laughed "This is why you must tell me things."

"Why get a job at all," Lauren said, watching my face carefully, "Can't you just ask Cullen for the money. He's your new best friend right."

"Cullen? As in Dr. Carlisle Cullen's family?" Sam asked before I could respond, "You're friends with a Cullen?" his eyes were hard as he looked at me.

I had to choose my words wisely "One conversation at lunch doesn't make us buddies. He asked to speak to me so I spoke to him. End of that. We're not friends" It technically wasn't a lie. We were something. I just didn't know what.

"You should stay away from Cullen." Leah said.

"So I've been told" I muttered. By his expression I could tell Mike heard me but no one else did.

"Do you know Cullens?" Tyler asked.

"The Cullens don't come here," Sam replied in a tone that closed the subject, ignoring the question. There was that pesky phrase again. I wanted to ask why but I couldn't. Sam was sure to report back to my dad. I sat there willing someone to get more information.

"Why not?" Mike asked. Bless his heart.

"We don't get along."

"Why not?" Mike asked again, saying each syllable slowly as if speaking to a five year old. I wanted to laugh but all my energy was going into looking nonchalant at the conversation.

Sam's face harden and instead of responding he got up and walked away. Well there goes my answers. Everyone was silent for a while so Lauren got up and moved away, Tyler trailing behind her.

"Was it something I said?" Mike asked me with a slight smile on his face when they were gone.

"Everyone here has a problem with the Cullens." I answered "Hell if I know why."

"Do you not know any of our old stories, about where we came from?" Leah asked.

"Not really," I admitted.

"Well -" she started only to me cut off by Embry

"Leah!" he warned

"What? He's a Quiluete."

"He is not." Embry said pointing to Mike.

"Oh come on Embry. They're just stories."

"His father doesn't want him to know as yet."

"Doesn't want me to know what?" I asked. Embry looked at me as though he forgot I was even there and then got up and walked away in the same direction as Sam.

"Doesn't want me to know what?" I repeated, turning to Leah.

"Maybe I shouldn't" she said.

"Why is everyone lying to me!" I yelled causing her to jump. I was starting to get angry. I took a deep breath, reminding myself to be calm and started again. "Why don't you just skip over the parts Billy doesn't want me to know and just tell me what this has to do with Cullen."

She glanced over to where Mike was sitting "I can take a hint. I'll go find Jessica" he said as got up and moved away.

"It's hard to explain if I'm going to be leaving out a lot."

"Just try?"

"Why do you care anyway?"

I had to be careful of how I answered in case she went back and told anyone. "Look I've been warned about Cullen. Numerous times. He keeps trying to talk to me though and I want to know if it's all correlated. I wanna know what's up."

She nodded "Okay." Finally I was going to get some answers "Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood - supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark." she smiled, to show me how little stock she put in the histories. "Another legend has to do with the Cullens but I can't tell you the whole story."

"My dad." I summarized and she nodded "What part of the story about them can you tell me?"

"The part of the story about the cold ones." Her voice dropped a little lower to ensure no one would overhear.

"The cold ones?" I was intrigued and confused.

"Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as time, and some much more recent. According to legend, your great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land."

"My great-grandfather? Ephraim Black?" What did he have to do with this.

"He was a tribal elder, like your father. You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of -. Well I can't tell you that but the cold ones are bad. The cold ones are traditionally an enemy. But this pack that came to our territory during your great-grandfather's time as chief was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did - they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So your great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn't expose them to the pale-faces."

"If they weren't dangerous, then why all this secrecy?"

"There's always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they're civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist." Hungry? What the hell?

"What do you mean, 'civilized'?"

"They claimed that they didn't hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead."

"So how does it fit in with the Cullens? Are they like the cold ones your great grandfather met?"

"No." she paused and looked around. "They are the same ones. There are more of them now, a new female and a new male, but the rest are the same. In your great-grandfather's time they already knew of the leader, Carlisle."

"And what are they?" I finally asked. "What are the cold ones?"

"Blood drinkers. Better know as vampires. But it's just stories"

"If it's just stories why didn't anyone tell me about it."

"We like to keep the legends within the Quiluete community."

"I am Quiluete!" There was that pesky anger again "Why not tell me? I'm part of this tribe."

"But you hang with the pale faces."

"Translation; I'm not trusted."

"That's not true Jake." she moved closer

"Yes it is." I sighed. "It's okay. Thank you for telling me Leah."

"It's just stories. No big deal."

"What about the parts you left out."

"Your dad did sort of make us swear."

"He doesn't control you."

"He's chief. He kind of does."

Great I come from an important family. I just wasn't important enough.

"Please don't tell anyone I told you."

I was still working on staying calm. "Don't worry, I won't give you away."

"I guess I just violated the treaty," he laughed.

"I'll take it to the grave," I promised.

"I'm serious Jake. Don't even tell Embry and definitely not your friend Mike."

"Leah, trust me I can keep a secret. I'm not going to rat out the one person that was honest with me" I said earnestly causing her to smile

"So do you think we're a bunch of superstitious natives or what?" she asked in a playful tone, but with a hint of worry.

"Hey, I'm a superstitious native too." I turned and smiled at him as normally as I could. I was still working on my anger. I wasn't shaking so I suppose it was okay. "I'm going to find Mike. I'll see you around Leah." I smiled at her.

She seemed really nice. I should make more of a effort to hang with her. I should be that hard since Seth was her brother and I really liked Seth.

I spent the rest of the time by myself trying to not think about what Leah told me. One thing I had a feeling about. The Quiluetes were a lot of things but randomly superstitious wasn't one of them.

I didn't think they were just stories.

Notes: Chapter 6 everyone. As I said before, and I will continue to say I'm trying to keep it as close as the book as possible but yet different. Jacob isn't Bella. He isn't as shy or reserved or as dumb. He's also a werewolf, not that he knows that. Poor boy doesn't even know the legends. Well he knows part of it. Chapter 7 is on it's way.

Thanks to all of you who are reading and those of you who favored this story. I hope it doesn't suck.

I'm going to try and update weekly. So hopefully next week chapter 7 will be up.

Also if anyone has an idea they would like to see in this story that was not in the plot of the original Twilight feel free to leave a comment or message. :)

P.S. Someone asked if Jacob was going to imprint on Edward. As an answer if I had to guess I'd say it was likely ... he'd have to shift first though. It's strange how he just won't change right? I wonder why ...