I sat on the edge of my bed, watching Jake pace back and forth around my room. He span the gun on his index finger angrily, his face pitifully hiding his emotions.

"Are you gonna tell me? Or am I going to have to read your mind?" I said in the bitchiest tone I could muster. He mumbled something under his breath, exhaled, then sat on the leather office chair across from my bed.

"You remember the old stories, the ones old Quil told us?" I nodded, "The Elders have it in their heads that there true. That we came from Wolves. That the Cold Ones exist."

The story's went like this –

Quileute are descended from wolves. The tribe name originating from the word 'Kwoli' meaning 'Wolf'

'Cold Ones' referrers to Vampires,

Vampires and Wolves are mortal enemy's.

They existed only to kill each other.

Can you say 'Bull Shit'?

"So your holding a gun because the Elders are the crazy ones?"

"I'm holding a gun so I don't loose someone else I care about to this" His eyes burned with fury. I personally thought the only person he had lost was his Mom, and that was to a car crash.

"So you think that the fire I saw on the water is gonna try and get one of us, and its gonna die by a gun?" If it was a vampire, from the story's I had heard the only way to kill one was to slice and dice, then burn. Jake took the magazine out the handgun and showed me the bullets. They were metal at one end, glass at the other and had a red liquid inside. "Ok, so you think blood is going to put out a fire?"

"IT'S NOT FIRE!" He yelled as he stood up, returning the bullets to the gun and cocking it. "And it's not blood, its a chemical the elders found on one of them" The acid in his voice was palpable.

"So you believe this crap? You think Dracula exists and your Van fucking Helsing?!?" He gave me a scornful look, then walked toward the door.

"Don't leave this room, and stay away from the windows." He walked into the corridor and closed my door.

"Fuck you Jake" I whispered, then I heard footsteps at my door

"Its to protect you" He murmured through the door in a sad tone. How the hell did he hear that? Why did I care, I had been put under house arrest by an insanely (apparently literally) hot guy. I walked over to my desk, turning my notebook on. I was furious with him, but I couldn't help myself. I opened Google in two tabs, in one I searched for the legends of our people, the other I searched for death records on the Quileute land. The legends were just as I remembered them, saying that our people would turn at around my age if there was a large amount of vampires in the area to protect the tribe. I clicked over to the death records tab, scanning past the natural deaths to the homicides and suicides. There were a few, most of the years ago, but three within the past twelve months. I scrolled down further, and then a name jumped out at me -

Name : Sarah Black

Death : 17.07.1993

C.O.D : Manslaughter + Mutilation

I gasped in shock. Jakes Mom. Hayley had always told me it was a car crash, some drunken idiot in a truck hit her as she came out of a stores car lot. My god, poor Jake! Did he know, is that why he's being like this? I scrolled down a little bit more to where the notes were as tears trailed down my cheek. There was a diagram of the injury's to the body, most of them being cuts and gouges to the neck and wrists. The coroners notes stated that the victim had no blood in their system... No, it couldn't be true, it wasn't plausible. But looking at the evidence, bodies drained of blood, damage to the main veins, dating back too long to be one single sick freak...

I stood up, closing my mac gently before sneaking towards the door. I pressed an ear against the frame, listening to find out if Jake was near. Nothing. I opened the door and walked to the stairs, not making a sound, and sat on the first stair you could see the living area from. I looked to my music corner to find him sitting against the wall with his eyes shut and my Gibson acoustic on his lap, strumming a familiar tune. I walked down towards him and sat on my piano stool, he continued to ignore me. I turned around on my chair to face the piano. My Mom and dad made me play ever since I was 4, one of the only things they seemed to agree on. Plus playing seemed to calm me down whenever I was angry or sad. I listened to the tune, trying to figure out what the hell it was. Following the chords Jacob strummed I started to play along, finger falling onto the correct keys without thought. It was only then that I noticed what was on top on the ivory-white piano. The gun, fully loaded and safety off, my car keys and a songbook opened to a page in the soundtrack section. I knew I recognised it, it was from City of Angels. I had memorised this song years ago, when I broke up with my ex... not that that's important any more, he was away at some military base now. I stopped playing and looked at Jake, sitting plucking the stings perfectly, then sat down beside him.

"Thought I told you to stay in your room." he muttered.

"Well sorry Mom, didn't realise I was grounded" I tried to joke, but fear laced my voice. I looked down, shuffling my feet on the ground, "So, vampires huh?" He looked up and stopped playing.

"You believe me? I was sure you were emailing E.S.H to book me a room" He smiled.

"They didn't have enough room for the both of us" I placed as convincing as smile as I could on my face. "You want to explain anything else to me?"

"Not at the moment" He said before the phone rang. "You should get that, probably Hayley." I walked over to the couch where one of the phones were and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Alexander, that you?" A familiar voice asked

"Yeah Billy, it's me. Jakes here if you want to spea..."

"No its you I need to speak to." He cut me off. "Go to your kitchen and get a thermometer"

"Ok then." I gave Jake a puzzled look before walking to my kitchen. I looked in one of the drawers and pulled out an old mercury thermometer. "Now what?"

"Take your and Jake temperature." He said bluntly. I did as I was ordered, placing the glass rod under my tongue and handing Jacob the phone.

"What's going on dad?" He paused, then a look of shock passed over his face. "Are you serious?" He sounded mildly angry. I removed the stick and read the numbers, but was confused, no way was that possible. "What's your temp?" Jake probed

"I don't know, think this things bust" I said handing it to Jake. He gasped.

"You were right, around 110. You want me to check mine?" He handed me back the phone and put the thermometer under his tongue

"Care to explain what this means?" I asked Billy

"No, not yet. Once you get Jakes temperature come to the town hall here." And the line went dead. Did I really have a fever that would kill a normal person? Jake took the rod out his mouth.

"I don't believe it, it cant be right. Can it?" He handed it to me. 108.5.

"We need to get to La Push now. You drive, I have no clue where the hall is." I said as I walked to my piano, grabbing the gun and keys, handing both to Jake.

"You know how to shoot?" He asked in a serious tone

"Erm, I've played 'House of the Dead' at arcades if that helps." God I was immature.

"It'll do." He said as he handed me back the gun and opened the door. The sharp sweet smell hit me like a wave. "Get in the car." He growled as he ran to the drivers door. I threw myself in and locked my door.

"What the hell is that smell?"

"You don't wanna know." He muttered as he peeled out my drive way. We were going faster than before, knowing the police cruiser wouldn't stop us, and passed the border in minuets. It was almost silent in the car, the only noise was Jakes deep, angry breathing. I looked around the car, glancing to see if I could spot any flames. I had no idea why.

We got to the town hall, it seemed there was a meeting going on. We got out the car and pushed the door open. The room wasn't big, and it was filled with about 20 people all talking at once. Billy sat on his chair at the far end of the room, next to an older man and a guy around about twenty. When Jake saw him he looked even more pissed. I placed a cautious hand on his arm, trying to calm him.

"You okay?" I asked, feeling him tremble under my hand.

"Not really." He glared at the young man with hard eyes. "That's the gift from the gods."

His father spotted us and waved us over. I held onto his arm as we walked towards the seated men. Billy hadn't changed at all other than the fact he was in a wheelchair, he still looked like he could kick the shit out of anyone who pissed him off.

"Its good to see you Xander" he stuck his hand out and I shook it. I looked slightly alarmed at my grasp. "It's going to be soon for them." He muttered to the old man.

"Dad what the hell is going on, are you serious about this thing being a cold one?" He asked, not taking his eyes of Sam.

"Yes, I am." He clicked his fingers in front of Jakes face to get his full attention. Jacob blinked and turned to him.

"You want to tell me what was with the temperature check?"

"No, I'll let Sam do that." Turning to the man he asked, "Sam, could you take the boys somewhere you can talk safely?"

"Sure thing Billy." Sam nodded as he stood up and walked towards the back door, motioning us to follow.

"You gonna be okay?" I whispered in Jakes ear. He only bobbed his head in response, his body trembling with what I presumed to be anger. We walked out, going towards the forest. I wont lie, I was scared outta my mind! I had seen that 'Thing' run out in front of my car into the woods and now there talking about vampires during the day. We got to a clearing with several fallen trees arranged in a circle, placed like benches, and Sam sat on the farthest one. Jake sat as far from the older boy as he could, so I sat next to him, trying to keep him calm.

"Alexander, you might want to give him some room."

"He's absolutely fine where he is." Jake growled. Sam just grinned

"My your a feisty one. Gonna be interesting having you run with us." Jake started to shake more.

"I will never be part of your freaky little cult." Jake stood and walked towards Sam, who only grinned again at the hostile behaviour.

"Jake, don't." I said, reaching my hand out for him.

"Stay out of this fag." Sam growled. I was shocked, he wasn't that bad earlier, what the fuck? Jake was full on shaking now, his fists were balled, ready to beat the older bastard to a pulp. Sam rose, walking straight towards Jake, then stopped inches from his face. "Didn't think you played for 'That' team, pansy" Sam sneered.

It happened so fast, I had no real idea what happened. Jake looked like a phone stuck on vibrate for a second or two, then a massive shudder rolled down his back, making his spine look as fluid as the waves in the near by sea. There was an inhuman howl, then Jake held his arms across his chest, like he was holding himself together, then Jacob was no more. Instead, in the exact spot where the beautiful boy had been standing was a nine foot wolf, reddish-brown In colour surrounded by a little circle of fabric. It stared and growled at Sam who, looking as calm as ever, started to remove his clothes. What the fuck!?!?!?! The great wolf seemed as confused as me, starting to circle him. When the wolf got to the other side it locked eyes with me, then stopped dead in its tracks, giving me the oddest look. Its eyes were so familiar, so human, so... No, it couldn't be. I had accepted that one mythical creature existed today already, this couldn't be another one. But it was, those eyes, those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, they belonged to the boy who had stood before me moments before the massive canine appeared. I stood slowly, taking a step towards the spot Jacob had disappeared, and looked closely at the ground. There was khaki and grey and white material, torn to shreds on the ground. I rose quickly, looking at Sam, who was now completely nude. He turned to me.

"Yeah, that's what you think it is." pointing his chin towards the fabric, before turning to the Jacob-Wolf. "You really want to fight me?" The wolf only growled. "Okay then." Sam muttered, then he began to fall to his knees. Before he hit the ground he was replaced too. Now I was alone in the wood with two huge dogs. Not my ideal day. The new wolf started to circle the Jacob-Wolf. Why had Sam taken us here, was this what he wanted? To remove the pissy little kid who had always hated him? Not that there was a pissy little kid any more. I looked down, and realised I was shaking too. It wasn't cold enough for me to be shivering, and as much as I had an apparent fever I hadn't been shaking before. I was boiling though, but I couldn't tell if it was through anger at Sam. It was Sam. And it was Jake. They had there own eyes. I looked up to see the two still snarling at each other, and I walked between them. I had my back to Jacob, as if protecting him, and looked deep into the others eyes.

"Sam, leave him the fuck alone." I sounded angry. The pure black wolf seemed to smile, or smirk at me. I took a step towards him, and he didn't flinch. My hands were balled into fists, something that my hands weren't used to, but it felt right. "Fuck off dog" I snarled my words at Sam, and he made a coughing sound. Was the fucking canine laughing at me?

There was a pain in my chest, like it was slowly being torn in two. It burned like hell. I took my top off, trying to cool down, but it didn't work. I fell to my knees, my nails digging into my breast bone, blood forming around them. A wave of pain rolled through me, my back bending in ways I didn't think possible. I tried to scream out, but I heard an noise that couldn't be mine, it was like a roar. Then, black.