Yet again I did some serious editing before I was satisfied with this chapter, still not completely happy but I hope you guys like it! And oh yeah yet another werewolf boy makes an appearance and I hope you like the way I'm characterizing him because I had lots of fun doing so!

So here without further redo, chapter five!

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Chapter Five: The Werewolf Code

'I got out of there so fast, I swear to God Usain Bolt didn't have shit on me' - Rachel Black

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For probably the umpteenth time - in oh about fifteen minutes? - she heard a distinctive mutter that sounded suspiciously like "she's taking this really well". And saying that, that little sentence was starting to annoy her was an understatement.

She purposely let out a loud sigh of annoyance as she raked a hand through her dark hair reminding them that she was indeed still in the room. Besides why was everyone so surprised by her level-headedness? Yes, they were all vampire fighting werewolves, and yes one of them had tried to attack her which wasn't exactly what you could call a normal everyday occurrence in the life of Blair Waldorf, but screaming and panicking wouldn't exactly help the matter now would it? And besides Blair had never been one for chaise longues and smelling salts, she was a strong modern woman who was in total control of herself and didn't let trivial things such as shape shifting shake her iron composure.

She was like a younger, more stylish version of Margaret Thatcher for crying out loud! So why did they insist on pretending like she wasn't even there?

'I'm still here you know,' she snapped loudly, her dark eyes narrowed into feline-like slits.

When the room finally turned quite and all eyes finally turned to her, she couldn't help but smirk smugly: good to know she could still turn on the Queen Bee when needed.

'Sorry Blair we're just kind of-,' Embry started looking to his friends for some assistance.

'Fucked?' Quil offered.

'You wish,' Paul muttered barely audible, earning himself a smack across the head from Quil.

'We don't really know what to do about-, this,' Jacob stated with a weird hand gesture.

She raised a single perfectly shaped eyebrow. 'This being me?' she questioned coolly; she was Blair Waldorf and referring to her as an inanimate object was a serious faux-pas.

'Well more like you finding out,' he explained raking a stressed hand through his shortly cropped hair obviously noting her annoyed tone, 'we didn't want you to find out like this-, you're-,'

'What Jacob meant to say was that you weren't supposed to find out, period!' Embry said throwing his friend a meaningful look, though the meaning of said look wasn't exactly clear to her yet.

'Yeah Blair this whole werewolf-thing is supposed to be a pretty big secret,' Quil said

Blair couldn't help but roll her eyes. 'Really Quil? That's a shocker,' she stated dryly causing Paul to let out a loud barking laugh.

'Paul,' Jacob said throwing him an annoyed look.

He just shrugged in response. 'She's funny, kinda mean but funny. And since she's not freaking out, like at all, you can retrieve that stick from your ass; she's obviously not traumatized.'

Blair couldn't help but like Paul, his bluntness and lack of general tact was quite refreshing after spending years on the Upper-East Side where scheming and gossip had become a lifestyle.

'I really hate saying this but Paul's right,' Embry said, 'Blair knows and she seems to be pretty okay with it. Okay maybe it's not the way we usually handle, this, but it's not like we can make her forget or anything and like they say there's no use crying over spilled milk.'

Blair couldn't help but notice Jacob's still pained expression.

'Look I know I've only met you yesterday and that this probably doesn't mean much to you, but I swear on my life, that I'm not going to tell anyone. And you can ask around, I really like my life,' Blair said trying to sound sincere because frankly she was; why would she sell them out? What good would that do her? Besides who in their right minds would believe her? Vampire-fighting werewolves? Not everyone was as gullible as Serena.

'It means the world,' Jacob muttered so quietly she wasn't sure she'd heard him right; but the soft expression on his face as he looked at her spoke louder than words; he believed her without question… she was oddly touched, people didn't usually trust her so willingly, it felt nice, really nice.

But as touching as that moment was the kitchen was soon filled with an awkward sort of silence, a silence she didn't particularly enjoy.

'My father left my mother for a model,' she blurted out to her own surprise.

The boys just shot her a variety of weird looks.

'A male model,' she added quietly. 'I know your big secret, so I guess it's only fair you know mine. Okay so mine's not really that big of a secret, and yours really puts it in perspective on the drama scale but it is something I really don't like talking about and well-, you get the point.'

Jacob shot her a cute half-smile; 'Thanks Blair.'

'Awww,' Paul said in an annoyingly shrill tone of voice earning himself yet another angry glare from Jacob, he seemed to get a lot of those.

'So Blair-, do you have like any more questions about this?' Jacob asked, though he was still glaring murderously at Paul.

'How come?'

'How come what?'

'How come you're werewolves?' Blair asked in a well-duh tone of voice.

'It's a typical Quileute thing,' Jacob answered with a shrug.

'It's in our genes,' Embry added. 'But it's usually dormant, it's only kicks into action when the bloo-, vampires are around. It's kinda like a defence mechanism.'

Blair frowned at the explanation. 'How can this be genetic?' I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as a wolf-gene. And how come only Quileutes turn wolf when vampires are around?'

The boys exchanged bewildered looks, obviously not used to this kind of inquest but Blair was an Upper-East Sider, and Upper-East Siders need facts and feasible explanations not vague descriptions.

'Uh Blair-,' Jacob started sheepishly, 'it's sort of a tribal legend, we're not really allowed to say-,'

'It's the Elders their thing,' Quil added a weird sort of smirk plastered on his face; it was the kind of smirk that meant he was up to something. 'But I'm sure they won't mind telling you,' he added throwing Jacob a weird sidelong glance.

Definitely up to something.

Jacob's eyes lit up in recognition and a small smile spread over his features. 'We could ask the elders to have a bonfire.'

'A bonfire?' she questioned raising her eyebrows high; why this bonfire-thing was such a smirk worthy event, there just had to be more to it.

'Yeah a bonfire, a bunch of us special tribe members get together, start a fire, the elders tell some tribal stories and the foods is really good,' Quil stated

'We should wait until Sam gets back,' Embry piped in. 'He needs to know what happened before we start planning this.'

And with that she was ushered, more like exiled actually, into the living room with Emily and Rachel as her guards. The boys had gone outside, probably to have an impromptu crisis meeting about her finding out about their wolf-thing since it was important enough for them to leave all of Emily's undoubtedly delicious food standing on the kitchen counter. Emily didn't seem to notice the snub of her cuisine since she was too busy fussing over Blair practically shoving a cup of chamomile tea and a gigantic chocolate chip cookie into her hands as soon as she has set foot into the room.

It was comforting in a way; it reminded her of her Dorota who was probably the only stable factor in her hot mess of a life.

'Take a seat,' Emily said actually shoving her onto the couch so enthusiastically Blair could barely balance her practically overflowing teacup.

'Emily I'm okay,' Blair said trying to calm Emily before she spilled smelly tea over the delicate material of her dress and common known fact: Prada did not take kindly to extensive dry-cleaning.

Emily threw her a hesitant smile before sitting down next to her, patting her softly on the knee in a comforting sort of way.

Blair narrowed her eyes: were they doubting her mental stability? Because if so she was going to go French Revolution on their asses and heads would roll!

'You're taking this really well,' Rachel stated eyeing her curiously.

'If I hear that sentence one more time I'm going to scream,' Blair muttered gripping her teacup perhaps a bit too tightly no longer bothering to hide her irritation: if they didn't knock it off, this whole being-nice-thing wasn't going to last much longer.

'Oh Blair don't take it personally!' Emily said quickly. 'It's just unusual for someone to act so-, calmly.'

'Tell me about it, first time Paul phased in front of me I locked myself in a closet,' Rachel stated matter-of-factly as she nibbled on a cookie. 'It took them four hours and some help from my weak bladder before they finally got me to come out.'

Blair just raised her eyebrows in response.

'It was like the tenth time in five days that he came over! And I was getting really sick of him and Jacob arguing over food and his general weird-ass behaviour so I told him to like back off and go home. He kinda took it personal and than BAM and he was all fur, paws and teeth-, I got out of there so fast, I swear to God Usain Bolt didn't have shit on me!'

Blair felt the corners of her mouth pull into a smile; sure Rachel was crazy and somewhat tiring to be around but she was also incredibly entertaining.

'That story never gets old,' Emily giggled. 'You actually made Paul cry!'

Blair's head snapped to Emily so fast she was sure she would have to visit a masseuse but she didn't care, this was prime blackmail material. 'Paul did what now?'

'He cried,' Emily said, a fond smile plastered on her features, 'it was adorable.'

Blair couldn't help but throw her an odd look: crying wasn't cute under any circumstances. Sure it was a useful weapon to acquire certain things but it was also a horrible mixture of wetness, snot and general puffiness, definitely not cute.

'Yeah, I was a bit more dramatic than you and kept on screaming every time I saw him,' Rachel stated dryly, 'on the third day he mentally cracked.'

'And she went from screaming to hugging him and they fell in love,' Emily cooed motherly, 'it was too precious.'

Rachel threw Blair a thoughtful look before softly muttering: 'Maybe I should get Jake to cry?'

Did she actually say that or was her imagination running amuck?

'What?'

'Wouldn't you like want to comfort him and stuff?' Rachel said, though it sounded more as if she were thinking out loud. 'I could so get him to cry over you just give me five minutes and-,'

'Rachel,' Emily interfered throwing Blair a concerned look, 'you're making her uncomfortable.'

'Am I? Sorry, I tend to do that a lot.'

'You don't say.'

'It's just Jacob could use someone like you,' she said.

Blair's eyebrows instantly shot up at the word use; was it her or did that sound infinitely wrong? But then suddenly the pieces clicked together and she got it but she sure as hell didn't like it.

'Rachel, I can't fix your brother.' Okay, that had sounded far less melodramatic in her head.

Rachel shot her a confused look. 'What?'

'I can't fix the mess that Bella girl left okay?' Blair said stiffly. 'I can't even fix myself.'

Rachel smiled softly. 'Maybe you could, you know-, fix each other?'

Blair looked at her blankly: she didn't like where this was going, she had already been a replacement for Serena and she sure as hell refused to be one for someone named Bella, wasn't that a cow's name or something?

'I'm not a consolation prize.'

'Well you sure as hell don't look like one to me,' a voice boomed.

Blair jumped in her seat before directing her annoyed stare at the door opening only to see yet another native boy standing there taking her in with obvious amusement. He was tall and broad like the others, but boyishly handsome with an easy grin and a happy disposition seemed to radiate off of him; it was like meeting Serena's male counterpart, annoyingly magnetic personality included

'Blair this is Jared he's-,' Emily started but the new guy cut her off.

'Yet another werewolf,' he said stalking over and offering her his hand to shake.

'Pleased to meet you,' Blair replied politely as she shook his unnaturally warm hand.

'Jared!' Emily scolded. 'What if Blair hadn't known-,'

'I ran into Brady on the way over,' Jared stated dismissively. 'He's really sorry by the way,' he added throwing Blair an amused look, 'expect a lot of grovelling especially once Sam's done with him, he nearly busted my brain with all the mental yelling he was doing! I mean dayum-, I almost felt sorry for the kid.'

'Well I think it serves him right, attacking my future sister-in-law like that,' Rachel huffed expertly ignoring the glare Blair sent her.

'So, if you're all in here than, where are the guys?' Jared questioned.

'Outside, building a metaphorical shed,' Blair drawled.

Jared frowned. 'What?'

'They're outside, that's all you need to know,' Emily said motherly. 'Now vamoose!'

'I actually wanted to talk to you,' Jared said before flopping down on the armchair causing the aforementioned furniture to let out a long crack of protest at the sudden weight.

'Oh?'

'I need help.'

'What did you do and how mad is she?' Rachel questioned instantly figuring out what the problem was.

'I'm guessing somewhere between furious and fuming.'

Rachel raised her eyebrows so high; they nearly disappeared into her hairline. 'Kim is furious? Jared, Kim doesn't get furious. What the fuck did you do?'

'I didn't know!' He said raking a hand through his shortly cropped head in frustration. 'We were great, we're always great, she leaves for like one minute and next thing I know: bam, pie to the face.'

'Pie to the face?' Emily repeated visibly confused.

'She slammed a pie in my face,' Jared explained rather grouchy.

Emily was visibly struggling to keep a straight face as Rachel actually had to shove her fist in her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud and even Blair had to admit; the thought of this positively gigantic boy getting smacked in the face with a pie was rather comical if not vaguely bizarre.

'Kim slammed a pie in your face?'

He just nodded, a pout plastered on his features; it took a very confident man to pout like that…

'That doesn't sound like Kim-, at all.'

'I know!' Jared said looking about ready to rip out his hair; someone was a tad overdramatic and oddly feminine. 'My Kimmie never loses her temper! She's even nice to everyone even Paul for Christ's sake!'

'Than why exactly did she slam a pie in your face?' Emily questioned calmly though the mirth was clearly evident in both her eyes and her voice.

'I don't know! I don't speak girl-talk; I don't know what pie to the face translates to!' he retorted throwing his hands up in frustration.

'I don't want to meddle,' Blair started sweetly; like hell she didn't, she craved normal non-werewolf drama right now. 'But who were you talking to?'

Jared pursed his lips, in deep thought. 'One of her cousins I guess.'

'Which cousin?' Emily said shaking her head disapprovingly; she obviously knew something that Blair didn't know and Jared didn't seem to remember.

Jared shrugged. 'I don't know! You know I can't focus on other people when Kim's around.'

'Could it have been her cousin Jessica-, you know the one you dated.'

Jared's eye lit up in recognition. 'Oh shit-,' he muttered. 'I'm screwed! She's never going to talk to me again! What do I do-,'

Blair threw Jared a disbelieving look; he dated his girlfriend's cousin and couldn't remember? Oh God this boy WAS Serena, empty bubble-head included.

Rachel made a loud clacking sound with her tongue. 'That's what you get for being a serial dater you man whore,' she chided.

'Rachel this isn't funny! She's my im-,' he threw Blair a look, 'girlfriend! What if she dumps me? What if she hates me? What am I supposed to do? I can't LIVE without her!'

'Just stop freaking out and just apologize,' Rachel stated rolling her eyes. 'Jeez, Jared chill out and use your head. Just turn on the sob and Kim will forgive you; you know she's crazy about your sorry ass for some bizarre reason I don't understand.'

'That would be so much more insulting if it came from someone who wasn't dating Paul,' Jared retorted dryly though Blair couldn't help but notice the underlying edge; someone was obviously a bit touchy when it came to his girlfriend.

'I thought I heard you come in,' Jacob stated waltzing into the living room; damn them and their sneakiness, how could people that size sneak up on you? It must be some sort of wolf-thing…

'Hey Jake, congratz man!' Jared called grinning widely.

Jacob shot him a glare: 'So Kim troubles huh?'

Blair's eyebrows shot up in surprise: Jacob had snark in him?

'That's just cold!' Jared exclaimed, his grin firmly in place. 'Remind me to get back at you for that one once the dust clears.'

Jacob on the other hand didn't look amused…at all; a deep frown was embedded into his brow and the corners of his lips were pulled down in a distinctive scowl, definitely not amused.

'Emily can I borrow your car? I'm taking Blair home.'

'Excuse you?' Blair said throwing him an aggravated look; yes he may be a werewolf and he yes may be capable of ripping her into tiny little confetti-sized pieces but she was still Blair Waldorf and Blair Waldorf did not let anyone, not even werewolves, boss her around like she was some petulant child.

Jacob just stood there staring at her for a moment before sheepishly saying, 'don't you want to go home?'

'I prefer to have a choice and not be bossed around by some Neanderthal thanks.'

'Sorry Blair,' Rachel offers clearly amused by her brother's discomfort. 'My brother has yet to learn how to treat a lady.'

'Maybe Paul can teach me,' Jacob drawled sarcastically effectively shutting up his sister before returning his full attention to Blair. 'Look Blair, I didn't mean to boss you around or anything. I just thought you'd like some time to wrap your head around all of this.'

Blair pursed her lips in thought; truth be told he had a point. She would like some quiet time to wrap her head around vampires and werewolves because although these people were all nice and ridiculously concerned about her, they were also tiring and hovered around her a bit too much for her liking. And she hated hoverers; hoverers reminded her of plebes like Jenny Humphrey, and ieuw even just thinking that name made her feel dirty and Brooklyn-ish.

'Okay,' she said calmly, as she slowly got up, brushing some non-existent creases out of her dress as she did so, 'I want you to take me home.'

Jacob offered her a croaked smile before catching the keys Emily unceremoniously threw at him with remarkable ease.

'Get her home safely Jacob,' Emily warned, 'she's already had enough excitement as it is.'

'Yeah be careful with my future sister-in-law Jacob,' Rachel added casually.

Blair's head snapped so fast into Rachel's direction she was sure she would need a masseuse; god that girl was persistent and somewhat creepy.

'Jeez Rach you're really cramping Jacob's style with statements like that,' she heard Jared drawl as Jacob tried to manoeuvre her out of the room, a large warm hand was resting on her lower back gently guiding her out of the room as quickly as possible probably to avoid even further humiliation at the hands of his sister.

'I'm related to a crazy person,' he muttered so softly as he closed the door behind him, she was quite sure she wasn't meant to hear.

'She's not crazy just a bit-, forward.'

'You don't have to try and make me feel better,' Jacob said a soft smile playing at his lips.

'It's not working is it?'

'I think the damage is pretty irreversible after seventeen years of mental-abuse,' he grinned opening the car door for her.

'Oh well you can't blame a girl for trying,' she stated gracefully sliding into the car.

'You're the one who just heard all kinds of mythical creatures exist, shouldn't I be making you feel better?' he added getting into the car himself in a far less graceful manner.

Blair rolled her eyes; 'are you still hung up on the werewolf thing?'

'Well duh,' he stated starting the car though not before throwing a quick glance at her; was he checking if she was wearing her seatbelt? Who was he? Her father?

'Jacob honestly unless you're going to try and kill me during this car ride I'm okay with the whole werewolf thing. I'm not going to tell on you and even if I wanted to it's not like anyone would ever believe me and I for one don't want to spend the rest of my life doped up on tranquilizers.'

'I trust you it's just-,' he let out a deep sigh obviously struggling to find the right words.

'It's just what Jacob?' she said turning towards him, fixing him with a pinning look.

'Why aren't you-, you know-,'

'I obviously don't.'

'Why aren't you scared?' he blurted out, his gaze fixed on the round as his hands griped the steering wheel so tightly she was just waiting for it to break in half.

'Should I be?'

His jaw tensed. 'I would never hurt you Blair,' he said quietly.

'Than why should I be scared?' she challenged.

'Maybe because it's the normal thing to be?'

'Well I'm Blair Waldorf, I don't do normal,' she stated staring out the window but al she saw were trees, more trees and the occasional rock, it was sort of depressing.

'There are worse things out there than me Blair.'

'Vampires?' she asked watching as his entire bearing tensed at the mere mention of the word.

'Yeah.'

'Tell me about them,' she said feigning casualness as a feeling of uneasy made its way up her spine.

'Do you really want to?'

'Yes.'

'Forget everything you've ever heard about vampires; stakes, silver, sunlight none of it affects them. If you want to kill them you have to rip them apart and burn the pieces. They look like normal beautiful people, they're designed to lure people in you see, the only thing that sets them apart is the eyes: they're either blood red or black depending whether they're hungry or not.'

'Are there vampires in Forks?' she asked as her mind raced at 100 miles a minute in an attempt to process what he was telling her.

'Occasionally,' he muttered his face contorting into something that could best be described as unadulterated anger.

'Oh.'

'I won't let them hurt you, you know,' he added in a much softer, gentler tone. 'I'm-, we're stronger than them.'

'I believe you,' she said quietly.

And she really does, even though she knows she shouldn't; she didn't have a good track record when it came to believing people. Believing in her parents, Serena, Nate even Chuck had always turned out to be nothing short of a slap in the face, so why would Jacob be any different?

'Blair?' Jacob asked gently.

'Yes.'

'Promise me you'll be careful, that you won't go wondering off on your own or something?'

'I have no intention of becoming something's snack Jacob,' she says in her patented I'm-the-untouchable-Blair-Waldorf-tone of voice as she tried to convince herself that everything was okay, that she was going to be okay.

He offers her a crooked smile; 'it's good to know you at least have some sense of self-preservation.'

They sit in a comfortable silence for a while as Blair took him in discreetly; she knew there was something he wasn't telling her, there had to be. Even after the today's big reveal they had still acted bizarrely like there was an even bigger secret, though she couldn't really imagine there could be a bigger secret than vampires and werewolves, yet still, there was something they weren't telling her, something that could explain why exactly people were being so nice to her. People were never nice to her just because, there was always some sort of agenda, or maybe living on the Upper-East Side to long had screwed up her sense of humanity.

'Jacob,' she asks, 'why are you being so nice to me?'

'What?' he says and she knows her question caught him off guard because the car makes a rough jerk to the right before he regains his composure; it hardly fazed her though, she was used to New York's hectic traffic and constant near collisions.

'I want to know why you're being so nice to me.'

'Oh I don't know, maybe because I'm a nice guy?' he asks her incredulously.

'Jacob please,' she snorted throwing him a pinning look, 'no one's this nice especially not to the person who just learned his deepest darkest secret.'

'Well I am.'

'I know there's something you're not telling me,' she stated matter-of-factly.

'Blair,' Jacob sighs sounding tired. 'Are you always this sceptical?'

'Of course I'm sceptical Jacob, I'm from New York.'

'Well this is LaPush there's nothing to be worried about.'

'Except about vampires.'

'Except about vampires,' he concedes with a wry smirk as he turns into the driveway of her home.

'Thanks for the ride,' she said throwing open the door before he has the chance to do it for her.

He offers her a small smile. 'I'll stop by tomorrow, if that's okay with you-,'

Blair had to resist the urge to roll her eyes: he was being totally overdramatic.

'Of course that's okay Jacob,' she says turning to leave. 'I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Blair!' he calls after her.

She spins around only to find him staring at her seriously, she raises an eyebrow urging him to go on.

'Just be safe okay,' he says seriously, staring at her in a way that could only be described as intense.

'You too,' she replies somewhat uncomfortably; how does one respond to such a demand?

She feels his eyes burning into her back all the way to the front door; even after years of being practically stalked by idiots with camera phones and a snarky blogger his unwavering gaze was unnerving.

She quickly closes the door behind her and leans against it for support as the weight of everything seemed to collapse on top of her.

'Werewolves,' she muttered quietly, softly banging her head against the door as if trying to knock her thoughts into place; she could deal with werewolves, right?

T.B.C

So that was chapter five, I hope you liked it since I put a lot of time and effort in it ;)

Also I'm thinking of maybe doing a Jared/Kim story since they have loads of potential!

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