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.

Thank you to all those who commented for me to update. It inspired me to actually find time to write this chapter (Blame work and school). Although it's not really what I want it to be I don't want to lapse any longer than I have (Again).

Chapter XIV

Epilogue

Edward helped me into his car - despite my constant remarks of 'Edward I know how to step into a car-, being very careful of the flowers that were just pinned into my hair curtsey of Alice.

When he had me settled, he got in the driver's seat and headed back out the long, narrow drive.

"At what point exactly are you going to tell me what's going on?" I asked grumpily. I really hated surprises. And he knew that. But part of me was excited cause I hadn't really gone anywhere besides my house on the rez and the Cullen's home since the whole James debacle.

"I'm shocked that you haven't figured it out yet." He threw a mocking smile in my direction.

"I did mention that you looked very nice, didn't I?" I verified.

"Yes." He grinned again. I'd never seen him dress in black before, and, with the contrast against his pale skin, his beauty was absolutely surreal. That much I couldn't deny, even if the fact that he was wearing a tuxedo made me very nervous.

Not quite as nervous as my own tuxedo. Custom made since no one is as freaking tall or built as I now was and probably cost more money than I could ever imagine - Alice and Rosalie refused to tell me the cost of the thing.

"I'm not coming over anymore if Alice is going to treat me like Guinea Pig Barbie when I do," I griped. I'd spent the better part of the day in Alice's staggeringly vast bathroom, a helpless victim as she played hairdresser. I was seriously considering a haircut if this is what I had to go through because of the length of my hair. Whenever I fidgeted or complained, she reminded me that she could no longer grow hair this long, and asked me not to ruin her vicarious fun. Then she'd dressed me in the most ridiculous tux - dazzling white - a dress more suitable for a groom than Forks. Nothing good could come of our formal attire, of that I was sure. Unless... but I was afraid to put my suspicions into words, even in my own head.

I was distracted then by the sound of a phone ringing. Edward pulled his cell phone from a pocket inside his jacket, looking briefly at the caller ID before answering.

"Hello, Billy," he said warily.

"Billy?" I frowned.

Billy had been... difficult since my return to the Rez. He was grateful to the Cullens for everything they had done for me and he hated that he was grateful to them. So he was constantly in between cursing Edward's existence and being thankful for it. Not to mention it didn't help that I absolutely refused to talk about the fact that I was now a shifter. He didn't want to explain it to me before and I didn't want it explained to me now. Still, these days Billy prided himself on acting like a real father should. I had rules that hadn't existed before: curfews... visiting hours (Me to Edward of course - Cullen were still not allowed on the rez). But why he would be call Edward I had no idea.

Something Billy was saying made Edward's eyes widen in disbelief, and then a grin spread across his face.

"You're kidding!" He laughed.

"What is it?" I demanded.

He ignored me. "Why don't you let me talk to him?" Edward suggested with evident pleasure. He waited for a few seconds.

"Hello, Eric, this is Edward Cullen." His voice was very friendly, on the surface. I knew it well enough to catch the soft edge of menace. What was Eric doing at my house? The awful truth began to dawn on me. I looked again at the inappropriate tux Alice had forced me into. The fuckers.

"I'm sorry if there's been some kind of miscommunication, but Jake is unavailable tonight." Edward's tone changed, and the threat in his voice was suddenly much more evident as he continued. "To be perfectly honest, he'll be unavailable every night, as far as anyone besides myself is concerned. No offense. And I'm sorry about your evening." He didn't sound sorry at all. And then he snapped the phone shut, a huge smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes trying to look displeased but failing miserably.

"Was that last part a bit too much? I didn't mean to offend you."

I ignored that. "You're taking me to the prom!" I deadpanned.

"I'm taking you to the prom." he confirmed

"Do you hate me?"

"I actually love you very much."

"You love me? Is that why I'm wearing this monkey suit?"

"Hmmm." He stared at me leg longer than was necessary. "Remind me to thank Alice for that tonight. Your ass looks great in that thing"

I ignored the last part "Alice is going to be there?"

"With Jasper, and Emmett... and Rosalie," he admitted.

"Is Billy in on this?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.

"Of course." He grinned, and then chuckled. "Apparently Eric wasn't, though."

I gritted my teeth. How Eric could be so delusional. I hadn't talk to him in a while - I hadn't talked to anyone in a while. The whole James thing and my 'growth spurt' was enough for me to hide away from everyone except the Cullens and Billy - how could he think he was taking me to prom?

We were at the school now; Rosalie's red convertible was conspicuous in the parking lot looking like the beauty it was. The clouds were thin today, a few streaks of sunlight escaping through far away in the west.

He got out and walked around the car to open my door. He held out his hand.

I rolled my eyes but let him lift me from the car being mindful of my head - I was still getting use to my height.

In New York, they held proms in hotel ballrooms. This dance was in the gym, of course. It was probably the only room in town big enough for a dance. When we got inside, I cackle. There were actual balloon arches and twisted garlands of pastel crepe paper festooning the walls.

"Man this looks like a horror movie waiting to happen," I snickered.

"Well," he muttered as we slowly approached the ticket table "there are more than enough vampires present."

I looked at the dance floor; a wide gap had formed in the center of the floor, where two couples whirled gracefully. The other dancers pressed to the sides of the room to give them space - no one wanted to stand in contrast with such radiance. Emmett and Jasper were intimidating and flawless in classic tuxedos. Alice was striking in a black satin dress with geometric cutouts that bared large triangles of her snowy white skin. And Rosalie was... well, Rosalie. She was beyond belief. Her vivid scarlet dress was backless, tight to her calves where it flared into a wide ruffled train, with a neckline that plunged to her waist. I pitied every girl who tried to compare.

"Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?" I whispered conspiratorially.

"And where do you fit into that scheme?" He glared.

"Oh, I'm the werewolf who's side you're not sure he's on."

He smiled reluctantly. "Anything to get out of dancing."

"Anything."

He bought our tickets, then turned me toward the dance floor. Eventually he towed me out to where his family was twirling elegantly - if in a style totally unsuitable to the present time and music.

"Edward." I whispered. "I honestly can't dance!"

"Don't worry, silly," he whispered back. "I can." He put my arms around his waist and then we were whirling, too. It was easier than I thought to follow Edward's movements but I still kept on staring at the ground trying not to mash his feet.

"I feel like I'm five years old," I laughed after a few minutes of waltzing - and only stepping on his foot once.

"You don't look five," he murmured, pulling me closer.

Alice caught my eye on a turn and smiled in encouragement - I smiled back. I was surprised to realize that I was actually enjoying myself... a little.

"Okay, this isn't half bad," I admitted.

But Edward was staring toward the doors, and his face was angry.

"What is it?" I wondered aloud. I followed his gaze, disoriented by the spinning, but finally I could see what was bothering him. Leah, followed by Sam, Paul and Jared were crossing the floor toward us.

After the first shock of recognition, I couldn't help but feel bad for Leah. She was clearly uncomfortable - excruciatingly so. Her face was apologetic as her eyes met mine.

Edward snarled very quietly.

"Behave!" I hissed.

Edward's voice was scathing. "They want to chat with you."

Leah reached us then, the others hovering behind her, the embarrassment and apology even more evident on her face.

"Hey, Jake, I was hoping you would be here." Leah sounded like she'd been hoping the exact opposite. But her smile was just as warm as ever.

"Hi, Leah." I smiled back. "What's up?"

"Can I cut in?" she asked tentatively, glancing at Edward for the first time.

Edward's face was composed, his expression blank. His only answer was to take a step back.

"Thanks," Leah said amiably.

Edward just nodded, looking at Sam, Paul and Jared intently before he turned to walk away.

Leah reached up and put her hands on my shoulders, and I reached and put my hands on her waist, bending a bit to make it easier for her.

"Wow, Jake, how tall are you now?" she asked

"Six-seven." I said tersely. I knew she didn't come here to talk about my height.

We weren't really dancing. Instead we swayed awkwardly from side to side without moving our feet. It was just as well; the recent growth spurt had left me looking gangly and uncoordinated, and she was probably no better a dancer than I was.

"So, how did you end up here tonight?" I asked without true curiosity. Considering Edward's reaction and the three body guards, I could guess.

"Well the tribe said someone needed to talk to you and they figured you'd me most willing to talk to me. Plus you've practically been hiding on the rez. No one's seen you. So we crashed your prom. Plus I've never been to a prom." she admitted, slightly ashamed.

"Well, I hope you're enjoying yourself, at least. Seen anything you like?" I teased, nodding toward a group of guys lined up against the wall like staring at the other girls like they've found religion.

"Yeah," he sighed. "But he's taken."

"So why did the tribe ask you to come here?" I asked quickly ignoring her comment, though I knew the answer.

Against the wall, Edward was watching my face, his own face expressionless. Leah looked at him, then at me and then away again, ashamed. "Don't get mad, okay?"

"There's no way I'll be mad at you, Leah," I assured her. "I won't even be mad at the tribe. Just say what you have to."

"They want you to break up with your boyfriend."

"I feel like I'm having the same conversation over and over. I feel like I should record myself to make things easier. I'm not breaking up with Edward."

"Yeah. Look, they told me to tell you it was different before when you didn't shift yet."

My eyes narrowed. "Everyone has been trying to pull us apart since the beginning."

"I know that," Leah said quickly. "But things are different now. You've …" she looked around to the gym full of people suddenly aware anyone could overhear us "changed".

"I'll believe it when I see it."

"Oh come on Jake!" she exclaimed "Look in a damn mirror. There's no point denying it anymore" she lowered her voice "You've shifted. You can't keep hiding your true nature for the leech and you can't be a lone wolf. You need a pack. You need the guys. You need people around you who know what's going on with you. Not a bunch of cold, heartless walking stones."

"Those cold, heartless walking stones saved my life." I was getting angry now "One of those cold, heartless walking stones made sure you and Seth were safe. Look, Leah, and others, I know the tribe probably won't understand this, but just so you know" - they looked at me now, responding to the new earnestness in my voice - "I love him and he loves me and his family is great. And there is nothing and no one who can change that. Not you Leah. Or Sam, Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Seth, the tribe, Billy. No one. Not even fate. So leave me the fuck alone. Please"

'"We'll be watching.'" Sam said and then turned to walk out the door, the others following.

"Stalker much?" I said after him just loud enough for him to hear me.

"I guess I'll see you around, Jake." She stepped back, waving half-heartedly.

I smiled. "Yeah, I'll see you later."

"Sorry," she said again before she turned for the door and followed Sam.

Edward's arms wound around me as the next song started. It was a little up-tempo for slow dancing, but that didn't seem to concern him.

"Feeling better?" I teased.

"Not really," he said tersely.

"What's wrong," I sighed. "You can't be mad at the tribe. It's not like we expected them to change their minds. It's nothing personal. Not really."

"I'm not mad at them," he corrected in a clipped voice. "But Leah is irritating me."

I pulled back to look at him. His face was very serious.

"Why?"

"First of all, I didn't need to hear all the things she wished you'd do to her. And no matter how nice your ass looks in that pants why is she looking at it. And nice! That's the word she'd use. You ass looks magnificently heavenly in those pants."

I laughed. Edward was so sexually repressed for someone 104 years old "First of all you might be a little biased. Secondly, you need to get laid"

"I don't think that's it. Besides, I have excellent eyesight and are you offering."

"I would if every time I kissed you Emmett wouldn't be screaming 'GET SOME' at the top of his lungs.

We looked over to Emmett who looked as though he had no remorse and wiggled his eyebrows in response.

"Let's get out of here." Edward said pulling me towards the door.

Predictably before we could leave we heard "Get some!" I didn't bother to turn around but Edward did and flipped him off. The Cullens erupted in a fit of laughter which caused everyone in the prom to stare at them trying to figure out what was so funny.

The drive back to the Cullen house was silent but comfortable. I found myself thinking about exactly why Edward wanted to leave the prom early and if we were going to become stereotypes tonight. If how hard Edward was holding the staring wheel was any indication he was reading my mind.

I don't remember getting out of the car or even walking to his room.

As soon as his door was shut we started kissing again. His tongue fluttered against mine, and his hands were deep in my hair. I pulled him against me –too close wasn't close enough.

Edward nibbled atmy chin, my ear, touching my face with his fingertips, sighing,pushing me towards the bed whispering, "You feel so good."

I felt him slip down the bed - wait - when the hell did he get a bed?. He unfastened my pants, eased my briefs over my hips, and brushed the length of my cock with his palm.

"Fucking look at this thing" Edward said mesmerized "You know Jake, there's such a thing as too big. How am I supposed to fit this monster cock in my ass?" And then he was taking me in his mouth.

I sighed, eyes shut, any response I was going to give flying out of my mind, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt. His lips were cool against my member. Edward gave a throaty moan, then rolled his mouth from base to tip and whispered, "Look at me."

I looked and saw that he had his eyes open, locked on mine, as he opened his mouth, hollowed his cheeks, and slid all the way down.

"Fuck Edward" I gasped "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"What?" he asked innocently as if he had not been deep throating me a second ago.

If I didn't know better I would've thought 'virgin my ass'.

I pulled him up so we were face-to-face again. I grab the lube (which was conveniently by the bed - the bastard planned this) and after pouring a generous amount slid my hands between his legs. If Edward could do this thing on instinct so could I. I nuzzled against him, my lips on his neck, nibbling and kissing my way up to his earlobe, where I'd come to realize he was ticklish.

"Ooh," he whispered. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh," he sighed, as I worked my fingers against the tiny pucker. I watched him squeeze his eyes shut as he clamped down on my fingers and snapped his hips up, once, twice, three times - fucking himself on my fingers. I could tell he was close but I didn't want him to cum like this.

Before I'd even realized what I was doing, I'd rolled him onto his back and slipped inside him. After the first thrust I had to hold still, knowing that if I kept moving, if I gave myself up to the exquisite tightness, the extremely coolness against my hot skin, I would explode.

'Fuck!' I thought 'Did you know it would feel like this?'

A deep moan and a barely audible "Fuck" was all he could reply, which I understood cause I had a hard time forming words myself.

I reached down and stroked his cheek, then his hair.

"Oh, God," he whispered, swiveling his hips in a way that would sure send me right over the edge. He gasped and shut his eyes, and then neither of us spoke. He had one hand on my shoulder, the other slowly stroking my back, from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine.

"You feel so good," he whispered - and then I couldn't hold back any longer. I plunged inside him, deep into that maddening clutch, that overwhelming coolness. Edward moaned, his hands locked onto my shoulders, his breath against my face, his voice in my ear, urging me on.

I wondered where all the awkwardness of a first time people always talked about was. If there was going to be awkwardness, it would come when we'd finished; when we looked down and saw that I was still wearing my socks and he still had his shirt on even though it was practically shredded. There would be the strangeness of a man together with him as he slept for the first time ever. And the sureness of the teasing they would get when Emmett and the others came home.

But as soon as they were done, Edward rolled into my arms, curling himself against my chest, and said, "It was so worth waiting a century for that!" in the friendly, happily surprised voice of a guy who probably thought he was going to be a virgin for life.

"Well I don't know if I could've waited that long," I said. I was smiling for so long I was sure that my face would ache in the morning. "It was. . ." I trailed off. There were no words to describe it.

"Yeah it was" he agreed somehow knowing exactly what I meant.

"I'm too tried to move" I whispered already dozing off.

"Then don't" he replied cuddling closer.

"I know you don't sleep. But - stay"

"Forever."

Notes: The end everyone. It's not as good as I would like it to be (it never is) but I didn't want to take any longer than I already did to update and if I really waited until I found it was perfect who knows how long it would take.

That poorly written sex scene was for bookgirl111 who was quite disappointed that they wouldn't be getting more in this story. I know it's not great and I promise to improve in the future.

As I said before, and I will continue to say I kept 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 and apparently he's shifted.

This is the end but there will be a squeal(s).

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. And those who've stuck with me since the beginning. I hope it doesn't suck.

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. :)

The sequel will be called Till Dawn and I will try to post chapter 1 later on today.

Ta ta for now my lovelies. Thanks for sticking with me From Dusk. and I hope to see you Till Dawn.