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.
I want to apologize for not updating sooner. Work has been a hassle and school's even worse. Plus did you know having back to back concerts means you'd be rehearsing more than you're sleeping? Thank you for waiting and for those who will stick with the story even though I took so long. I will try my very best to not let it lapse for this long again (again).
Thank you to all those who commented for me to update. It inspired me to actually find time to write this chapter (Blame work). Although it's not really what I want it to be I don't want to lapse any longer than I have (Again).
Chapter IX
The Game Begins
"You know I've never skipped school before," I said flopping down on a comfortable couch that Edward had in his room. "You're a bad influence."
His room faced south, with a wall-sized window like the great room below. The whole back side of the house must be glass. His view looked down on the winding Sol Duc River, across the untouched forest to the Olympic Mountain range. The mountains were much closer than I would have believed.
"I never said I wasn't." He said staring at me.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
"No it just ..." he paused moving towards me. I shifted my legs so he could sit but as soon as he did he situated them back where they were; this time on top of his lap. "I thought hearing what you are and knowing what I am you would've run for the hills."
"Edward, this changes nothing."
"It changes everything. You're a Quileute."
"That means nothing." I insisted.
"You say that now. But you're still human. When you shift you will see things differently." He said sounding sure.
"Why are you so convinced that I'd leave you? It almost as though you're trying to push me away."
"I'm trying to not get hurt." He whispered so softly that I wasn't sure if I was meant to hear him.
"I won't leave you Edward. At least not for anything that superficial." I sat up dragging my body closer to his. "Don't stress" I placed my hand on his face "You'll get wrinkles"
He smirked "Not possible" he said with a little laugh turning his head towards me.
"Neither is Vampires and Shifters getting along yet here we are." I replied.
I don't know who moved first but the next thing I knew was his lips on mine. The coldness sent a wave of pleasure through me. I was accustomed to Edward's temperature by now. We pulled apart and stared into each other's eyes. I don't know what Edward saw in mine but the admiration I saw in his eyes shocked me. It hit me that Edward loved me. He's said it since I've confronted him and he never stops but until that moment. It didn't hit me what that really meant.
Edward Cullen loved me and it was way too soon by any natural standard but I was starting to love him too.
With that realization I couldn't help myself from grabbing his face with both my hands and guiding his lips back towards mine. While our first kiss was chaste and hesitant this one was passionate. I felt Edward's hand work their way around my body as though he was trying to map out every line and edge it into his memory.
I moved to lie back down on the couch – which was conveniently big enough for us both – and he moves to cover me. Edward then moves his mouth to leave trails of kissing along my jaw bone to my neck and then works his way back up. As we kiss I move to roll effectively throwing us off the couch onto the floor causing both of us to laugh.
"This is why they invented beds." I said smiling and leaning in to kiss Edward again.
"I'll make sure to invest in one" he replied when we did pull apart.
Us being on the floor did nothing to stop us though as we connected ourselves again with me pressing my body into his.
I don't know how long we laid their just kissing one another but we had to break apart for air sometime. Edward laid on his back – not moving from the floor – and I was on my side curled into him. His hand across my waist, mine over his stomach, our legs entwined. It was a miracle – or pity depending on how you looked at it – we still had our clothes on.
"I haven't felt like this in centuries" Edward said out of the blue
"How?"
He turned his head to give me a small peck on my cheek "Happy." He shrugged, smiling slightly.
"I'm glad," I said moving to kiss him properly.
"God I love kissing you. Why didn't we do this sooner?" He asked with a smile causing me to laugh.
"Shall we make up for lost time?" I asked and he was kissing me again before I could properly finish the sentence.
"Can we come in?" a soft voice sounded from the hall.
"Noooooooooooooo" Edward groaned rolling away from me and flopping his hands on the ground very dramatically.
I laugh and shifted over to where he was and he immediately pulled me towards him and moved us so I was seated between his legs with his arms wrapped around me just as the door opened an Alice glided through.
"Someone better be dying" Edward said but the words held no heat "Cause there is seriously no other reason why I would stop kissing Jacob."
"You flatter me" I deadpanned while Alice gushed on how 'absolutely adorable' the two of us were.
"Actually," Jasper said, suddenly appearing as he walked into the room, "Alice says there's going to be a real storm tonight, and Emmett wants to play ball. Are you game?"
The words were all common enough, but the context confused me. I gathered that Alice was a bit more reliable than the weatherman, though.
Edward's eyes lit up, but he hesitated.
"Of course I meant both of you" Jasper added
"Do you want to go?" Edward asked me, excited.
"Go where, exactly?"
"We have to wait for thunder to play ball - you'll see why," he promised.
I was curious but I figured I'd find out soon enough. "I'm game."
"Good, then." The enthusiasm in Jasper's voice was catching, naturally.
"Let's go see if Carlisle will come." Alice bounded up and to the door in a fashion that would break any ballerina's heart.
"Like you don't know," Jasper teased, and they were swiftly on their way. Jasper managed to inconspicuously close the door behind them.
"Which ball will we be playing?" I demanded.
"Baseball of course." Edward scoffed as though it was obvious
I rolled my eyes. "Vampires like baseball?"
"It's the American pastime," he deadpanned with a shrug and I could help but laugh.
It was just beginning to drizzle when Edward reached the boarder and I contemplated why I even needed to come home first because Sam, Billy and the others were waiting for me. I realized that they must have all been shifters, Embry and Quil included.
Billy's face was impassive as stone as Edward parked right at the edge of the boarder.
Edward's low voice was furious. "This is crossing the line."
"What are you hearing that I'm not?" I guessed it was something in their thoughts that was making him irritated.
"They're thinking about dissolving the treaty. They want to plan an ambush for tonight when we're not expecting it" Edward was visibly shaking "I swear to God if they so much as growl to anyone in my family I'll ..."
"Hey," I said grabbing his hand in an effort to calm him down. "Let me deal with this," I suggested. Edward's black glare made me anxious. As much as I disliked all the secrets the Quileute's were keeping from me I didn't want any of them hurt. Which was bound to happen if an angry Edward was to be let loose.
To my surprise, he agreed. "That's probably best. Be careful, though. Shifters are unpredictable"
It wasn't meant as an insult but it still hurt. For all the anger I felt I was still a Quileute no matter how much I tried to state differently. I had accepted whole heartedly that Edward was a vampire. It was part of him, but it seemed that he had not returned the favour. Maybe it wasn't that he was afraid I'd leave him if I shifted but that he won't be able to stand by me if I did.
I saw Edward stiffen from the corner of my eye. It was his own damn fault for reading my mind.
"I'm sorry" he said.
There was no explanation needed beyond that. I knew what he meant.
"Don't be" I replied giving him a peck on the cheek.
Immediately there were growls from the outside and it looked like everyone had taken a step forward.
"Wait here." I told Edward.
I had forgotten for a moment that we had an audience. Deciding not to keep them waiting I opened the door of the Volvo and stepped out. I spared one last glance to Edward and saw that his grip on the steering wheel was so tight it looked as though it would bend under the pressure.
"Where's the party at and how come I wasn't invited?" I said as I walked away from the Volvo looking at Billy.
"I was worried about you." Billy said.
"Why?" I asked feigning concern "Is there any particular reason?"
"You don't know him Jake" Sam countered pointing at Edward who was still seated in the Volvo. "He's not who you think he is."
"Yeah man." Quil said.
"You might not understand now but he's lying to you" Embry added.
"We just want to protect you son." Billy said.
I scoffed in disbelief "I call bullshit. I'll have you know that I know exactly what Edward is and he has been more honest with me in these last couple of months than anyone has been with me for my whole life. So don't you DARE try to bullshit me with this whole 'we're trying to protect you' crap."
"Jake!" Billy tried again obviously not registering what I had said "You need to listen"
"Oh my Gosh" I groaned "This is utterly pathetic." I threw up my hands and moved to walk back to the Volvo.
"They're not human!" Billy yelled in a last ditch attempt to stop me.
"Neither are any of you," I spat getting back into the Volvo.
Edward sped away leaving behind the dumb stricken faces of the guys I thought were my friends and my supposed sperm donor.
"Today is turning out to be splendid" I said sarcastically to Edward.
"It can't get much worse" he replied.
I laughed humorlessly "Well you see now you've gone and jinxed it."
"I am sorry" Edward said and continued before I could ask what for "I'm making your life unnecessarily difficult."
"It's not your fault" I replied and with a sly smile "You can't pick your soul mate."
"So you believe in soul mates now" Edward replied incredulously.
"Of course not," I smiled "But you do."
He turned his head ignoring the road to smile at me. "Let's just go play a good game of baseball."
"America's favorite pastime" I deadpanned causing him to laugh and turn back towards the road.
He suddenly made a sharp turn onto a road that was less road and more dirt path than anything else.
"Is this the part where you bury me deep inside the forest where no one can find my body" I quipped.
"Oh aren't you hilarious" he deadpanned as he stopped the car. "We have to walk from here."
"Is it far?" I asked.
"Not if I run." He smirked
"You run fast?" I question curiously.
"You have no idea" he laughed and then I was on his back and we were flying through the forest.
Before I could blink twice we were there, on the edge of an enormous open field and I was back on the ground.
"That … was … EPIC!" I laughed bouncing on my feet and swaying a little.
He smiled and placed his hand on my lower back to steady me. When I finally had my land legs back I looked around.
I could see the others all there; Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie, sitting on a bare outcropping of rock, were the closest to us, maybe a hundred yards away. Much farther out I could see Jasper and Alice, at least a quarter of a mile apart, appearing to throw something back and forth, but I never saw any ball. It looked like Carlisle was marking bases and after seeing how fast Edward could run I wasn't surprised at how far apart they were marking them
When we came into view, the three on the rocks rose.
Esme started toward us. Emmett followed after a long look at Rosalie's back; Rosalie had risen gracefully and strode off toward the field without a glance in our direction.
"It's really nice to see you too blondie!" I yelled after her retreating back.
"You really shouldn't antagonize her" Emmett said with a booming laugh.
"Em buddy" I said smiling "Where's the fun in that?"
"Where indeed?" he laughed back.
Alice had left her position and was running, or dancing, toward us. She hurtled to a fluid stop at our feet. "It's time," she announced.
As soon as she spoke, a deep rumble of thunder shook the forest beyond us, and then crashed westward toward town.
"Eerie, isn't it?" Emmett said with easy familiarity, winking at me.
"It's very Alice" I replied.
"Let's go." Alice reached for Emmett's hand and they darted toward the oversized field; she ran like a gazelle. He was nearly as graceful and just as fast - yet Emmett could never be compared to a gazelle.
"Are you ready for some ball?" Edward asked, his eyes eager, bright.
"For some reason I don't think I'd be able to keep up" I laughed "I'll watch for now"
He snickered and leaned in to kiss me. What I'm sure was supposed to be a peck turned into almost a full fledged make out scene. Only when Emmett yelled 'Get a room!' did Edward bound off after the other two. His run was more aggressive, a cheetah rather than a gazelle.
"Shall we go down?" Esme asked in her soft, melodic voice, and shaking my head at Edward's antics I nodded. Esme matched her stride to mine and although I was by no means moving slow after seeing how fast they could move I appreciated it.
"Baseball not your game?" I asked realizing she wasn't playing.
"Quite the contrary actually. It's my favorite. I just prefer to referee - I like keeping them honest," she explained.
"Do they like to cheat, then?"
"Oh yes - you should hear the arguments they get into! Actually, I hope you don't, you would think they were raised by a pack of wolves." And then her eyes open wide as she realized what she had said
"You sound like my mom," I laughed showing her I didn't mind the comment. It was also the first time I spoke of my mom without my chest feeling as though it would explode from grief.
She laughed, too obviously relived. "Well, I do think of them as my children in most ways. I never could get over my mothering instincts - did Edward tell you I had lost a child?"
"No," I replied. I tried to imagine someone as sweet as Esme going through something so horrifying
"Yes, my first and only baby. He died just a few days after he was born, the poor tiny thing," she sighed. "It broke my heart - that's why I jumped off the cliff, you know," she added matter-of-factly.
"Edward just said you fell,"
"Always the gentleman." She smiled. "Edward was the first of my new sons. I've always thought of him that way, even though he's older than I, in one way at least." She smiled at me warmly. "That's why I'm so happy that he's found you, dear." The endearment sounded very natural on her lips. "He's been the odd man out for far too long; it's hurt me to see him alone."
"You don't mind, then?" I asked, hesitant again. "That I'm apparently all wrong for him?"
"No." She was thoughtful. "You're what he wants. It will work out, somehow. It is working out," she said.
Esme stopped then; apparently, we'd reached the edge of the field. It looked as if they had formed teams. Edward was far out in left field, Carlisle stood between the first and second bases, and Alice held the ball, positioned on the spot that must be the pitcher's mound.
Emmett was at home plate swinging an aluminum bat; it whistled almost untraceably through the air. Jasper stood several feet behind him, catching for the other team.
"All right," Esme called in a clear voice, which I knew even Edward and the others would hear, as far out as they were. "Batter up."
Alice stood straight, deceptively motionless. Her style seemed to be stealth rather than an intimidating windup. She held the ball in both hands at her waist, and then, like the strike of a cobra, her right hand flicked out and the ball smacked into Jasper's hand.
"Strike" I said smiling causing Emmett to point the bat at me and stick out his tongue.
Jasper hurled the ball back to Alice's waiting hand. She permitted herself a brief grin. And then her hand spun out again.
This time Emmett managed to hit the ball. The crack of impact was shattering, thunderous; it echoed off the mountains - I immediately understood the necessity of the thunderstorm.
The ball shot like a meteor above the field, flying deep into the surrounding forest.
"Wicked." I said. I've never seen a baseball game unfold quite like this one.
Emmett was a blur around the bases, Carlisle shadowing him. I looked around when I realized Edward was missing.
"Out!" Esme cried in a clear voice. I stared in disbelief as Edward sprang from the fringe of the trees, ball in his upraised hand, his wide grin visible even to me.
"How in the freaking world!" I exclaimed laughing
"Emmett hits the hardest," Esme explained, "but Edward runs the fastest."
"Wicked" I repeated
The inning continued before my incredulous eyes. It was impossible to keep up with the speed at which the ball flew, the rate at which their bodies raced around the field.
I learned the other reason they waited for a thunderstorm to play when Jasper, trying to avoid Edward's infallible fielding, hit a ground ball toward Carlisle. Carlisle ran into the ball, and then raced Jasper to first base. When they collided, the sound was like the crash of two massive falling boulders.
"Safe," Esme called in a calm voice as if she didn't see the two of them practically slam into each other.
Emmett's team was up by one - Rosalie managed to flit around the bases after tagging up on one of Emmett's long flies - when Edward caught the third out. He sprinted to my side, sparkling with excitement.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"One thing's for sure, I'll never be able to sit through dull old Major League Baseball again. You guys are unreal"
He flashed his special crooked smile. "I'm up," he said, heading for the plate.
He played intelligently, keeping the ball low, out of the reach of Rosalie's always-ready hand in the outfield, gaining two bases like lightning before Emmett could get the ball back in play. Carlisle knocked one so far out of the field - with a boom that hurt my ears - that he and Edward both made it in. Alice slapped them dainty high fives.
The score constantly changed as the game continued, and they razzed each other like any street ballplayers as they took turns with the lead. Occasionally Esme would call them to order. The thunder rumbled on, but we stayed dry, as Alice had predicted.
Carlisle was up to bat, Edward catching, when Alice suddenly gasped. Edward's head snapped up and his attention was on her. Their eyes met and something flowed between them in an instant. He was at my side before the others could ask Alice what was wrong.
"Alice?" Esme's voice was tense.
"I didn't see - I couldn't tell," she whispered.
All the others were gathered by this time.
"What is it, Alice?" Carlisle asked with the calm voice of authority.
"I don't know why I couldn't see them before. I should've known," she murmured.
Jasper leaned over her, his posture protective. "Known what? What changed?" he asked.
"They heard us playing, and it changed their path," she said.
Seven pairs of quick eyes flashed to my face and away.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked same time Carlisle said turning to Edward
"How soon?"
A look of intense concentration crossed his face.
"Less than five minutes. They're running - they want to play." He scowled.
"Can you make it?" Carlisle asked him, his eyes flicking toward me again.
"They're too close."
"How many?" Emmett asked Alice.
"Three," she answered tersely.
"Three!" he scoffed. "Let them come." The steel bands of muscle flexed along his massive arms.
For a split second that seemed much longer than it really was, Carlisle deliberated. Only Emmett seemed unperturbed; the rest stared at Carlisle's face with anxious eyes.
"Let's just continue the game," Carlisle finally decided. His voice was cool and level.
"You catch, Esme," Edward said. "I'll call it now." And he planted himself in front of me.
"You wanna fill me in?" I asked.
"Three other vampires are on their way" he said tersely "And they're not exactly like us"
"Meaning they feed on humans." I said and he nodded.
"You worried they'd attack me?"
"Yes and no. I'm worried that they'd recognize you as a shifter."
"But I haven't shifted or anything."
"No but you reek of Quileute. It's impossible not to notice you have the gene."
"I smell like a Quileute?" I asked just to clarify and at Edward's answering nod I scoffed "Cause that's not weird. Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"It never came up" he answered with a shrug and I shook my head in disbelief.
The others returned to the field, warily sweeping the dark forest with their sharp eyes. Alice and Esme seemed to orient themselves around where I stood.
"Take your hair down," Edward said.
I obediently slid the rubber band out of my hair.
"That won't help," Alice said softly. "I could smell him across the field."
"I know." A hint of frustration colored his tone.
Carlisle stood at the plate, and the others joined the game halfheartedly.
The seconds ticked by; the game progressed with apathy now. No one dared to hit harder than a bunt, and Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper hovered in the infield. Now and again I was aware of Rosalie's eyes on me. They were full of anger for reasons only Rosalie knew.
Edward paid no attention to the game at all, eyes and mind ranging the forest and then suddenly he froze and his eyes zeroed in on right field.
"You trust me?" he asked
"For some strange reason." I replied.
He nodded and then took a half step, angling himself between me and what was coming while Carlisle, Emmett, and the others turned in the same direction, hearing sounds of passage that apparently was much too faint for my ears.
Notes: Chapter 9 everyone. It's not as good as I would like it to be but I didn't want to take any longer than I already did to update.
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, which he now knows - though he hasn't shifted yet. Poor boy doesn't even know the legends. Well he knows part.
Chapter 10 is on it's way. Hopefully it won't take me as long (again).
Thanks a lot to all of you who are reading and those of you who favored and followed this story. Love to all my wonderful reviewers and those who are patiently waiting for updates. I hope it doesn't suck.
I was aiming to update weekly but obviously that hasn't been happening and I apologize for that. So as soon as possible chapter 10 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. :)