AQUA543: happy 4th of July. This story came across to me on this day and it just came to me, why don't know cause it just did. I'm going to write a story of Romeo and Juliet only Twilight-iezd. It's going to follow the story line of the play.

It's going to focus around Jacob, (DUH!) and OC's I've made. So just nod your heads and tell me how you think this story is going to be.

P.S. I do not own Twilight, Romeo & Juliet, only OC's and that's it. And I also changed the prologue a bit. Takes place after Breaking Dawn, but this is the twist:

Months after the Cullens left Forks, a heartbroken Jacob is left with an emptiness in his heart and doesn't see life the way he used to. A new rival wolf tribe moves into the Cullens territory and fight with the wolves for they're land that has taken place over many years ago. To make things worse, he falls for the rival alpha's sister, Raine. Can they're love survive from the hate of they're tribes or will death finish it for them first?

Please R&R.

Two tribes, both alike in dignity,In fair La Push, where the scene takes place,From ancient grudge break to new rebellion,Where civil blood makes civil hands forth fatal loins of these two foesA pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;Whole misadventured piteous overthrowsDo with their death bury their tribes fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,And the continuance of their tribes' rage,Which, but they're end, anything could remove,Is now the two hours' traffic,If you with patient eyes and ears attend,What here shall miss, our effort shall strive to mend.

ORIGINAL

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend --- Romeo and Juliet.