After my long haiatus, I'm back with a Twilight fanfic! And I'm a Harry Potternite, too. That's the sad part. X3 Enjoy after the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I'd write it to be less boring. Heh heh. Love me!

**You'll need to know these two plants before you continue**

Monkshood – Poisonous plant used to turn a werewolf back into a human and hinder its abilities

Wolfsbane – Poisonous plant used to kill werewolves when eaten or introduced into the bloodstream

1

So this was how it was to end.

Stuck in the middle of the woods and too far for anyone to hear or sense another's presence – even by calling out to them through mental connections or just yelling in general.

To be brought down by something so simple – something that he had known about since being a child. It could poison humans, too, but to their type it was deadly. How did he not sense it – the fact that the entire chase was a trap? He had allowed his emotions to cloud his reasoning and protecting her was all he could think to do; so why was it surprising that he decided to dive into deep waters head first without knowing how do swim?

Okay, maybe it was not exactly that, but what did it matter?

Within an hour, maybe less, he would be dead and it was his funeral that his family would soon be arranging.

He could not help but wonder: Would she attend? Who all would be there? He always wanted his funeral to be a happy one – for people to celebrate and not mourn. Is that what they would do? For that matter, how long would it be before anyone even found his body? He could not be sensed if he was dead.

He could feel the poison coursing its way through his veins – it burning as it ran through. His entire body felt like it was on fire and there was nothing he could do – he could not even move and was stuck paralyzed, laying on his back on the ground with his legs curled under him with one arm over his stomach and the other next to his head.

What an embarrassing position to be found in.

At least if he was able to move he could position himself to a little more dignified stance for when he was found.

Though the view was nice. Through the treetops above, he could see the stars and the bright, red full moon that was hanging and well above average size.

A red moon always did mean that blood was going to be spilled that night – how was he to know that it was going to be his? To be such a powerful creature and to be taken down my four meager scratches on his side.

There was no logic in the world anymore.

His head began to swim and his body felt as though it was sinking into the earth as everything became heavy. It seemed like the trees were closing in around him. He shut his eyes, trying to get the feeling to fade – he could feel his legs start to go numb and he knew he had only a few moments of consciousness left.

And that was it. His mind lost all concept of thought and he slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing that he saw was the swirling of treetops above him.

o-o-o

"A wolf and no pack? You aren't very bright, are you?" The only response was the sound of growling as the red-headed vampire turned around to see the brown-furred werewolf behind her. As her opponent took its stance, she raised her eyebrow. "Oh, you want to play tag? Fine. Catch me."

With that said, she quickly spun around and, with the unnatural speed, ran like a flash into the surrounding woods with the pounding of heavy paws behind her. Earth was being torn up as he came in close behind her, but she made a sharp turn to the left, causing him to skid as he tried to keep up. Slowing her pace just slightly, she waited for him to get closer to her. When the moment was right, she spun around and ran towards him. Ready to take her on, the other brought his head down as he picked up speed; but instead of fighting him head-on, Victoria moved to his side and lunged forward, slicing him across his side and matted fur with blood clumped up in her hand and under her nails.

She quickly stopped and turned back around just in time to see him turn to face her, too. Blood from the wounds she had just inflicted was dripping onto the soil beneath him, and seeming to be confused as to why the wound was not healing, the werewolf shook his head and staggered backwards.

Victoria smirked.

"I apologize. Correct me if I'm wrong, but wolfsbane is lethal to your type, yes?"

He staggered again, this time his legs giving out from beneath him and falling to the ground. His physical appearance shifted as his wolf-like features disappeared and were replaced with human features. His hand and forearm wrapped around his side to grasp the four long scratches that went horizontally across his hip. For such a minor wound, it stung and felt as though someone was taking a serrated knife and digging and twisting it into his side.

Jacob tried to climb back to all fours, but faltered as his strength wavered and he ended up falling back to the ground. Victoria walked up to him and looked down at him.

"All of you mutts are the same. Stupid and hot-headed." She crouched down next to him and grabbed his chin, digging her nails into the sides of his cheek and forcing him to look up at her. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Nnn nnnch!" was all Jacob could force out of his throat. As the poison took effect, he was losing control to his muscles and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get them to move.

"What was that? Couldn't understand you," she chucked slightly and leaned in to lick his cheek. "Oh, this is gonna be fun. Once you're dead, Bella will be too distracted to worry about her own safety." She stood up. Once she released the male, he fell back to the ground, now losing all control to where he could not even speak. Victoria put her foot on his shoulder and kicked him to where he was now laying on his back. "See you around," she said as she turned. "Oh wait." She glanced back at him. "I won't."

With that, she ran back into the woods.

o-o-o

Jacob groaned as he turned his head to the side as he shifted on the soft surface.

Wait.

Clenching his eyes before slowly opening them to peer through slits, he found himself staring up at a white ceiling and laying on a beige couch with a dark blue blanket covering him and head resting on a white pillow. He shut his eyes and let his body sink back into the couch, inhaling deeply, trying to figure out where he was; but he could not get a scent. For that matter, where was he and how did he get here?

Last thing he remembered was lying on the ground in the woods about to die because of the wolfsbane introduced into his bloodstream.

And Victoria threatening—

Bella! his mind yelled out as he shot up.

He regretted it instantly as he felt a sharp pain in his side and fell back onto the couch.

There was another thing that did not make sense. Here he was, alive and apparently well, but why was he experiencing pain? He pulled his arm from under the blanket to realize that he was clothed; a long-sleeve white shirt covering his arms and upper body – if this was not his home or any places connected to his allies, then whose clothes was he wearing? He let his hand go back under the blanket to lift the left side of the shirt and touch where the scratches were. They had not healed yet.

He began thinking that the effects of the poison had not worn off and that was why his abilities were not functioning at the moment. He heard voices flooding out from another room and was trying to listen in, but he was only catching the tail end of the conversation.

"—drop him with the rest of the fleabags!"

A light female voice.

"If I did that, they would have thought I was the one responsible."

A deep male voice.

"Then you should have just left him. We'd be better off with one of them out of the picture."

"You do realize he's awake, right?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For acting like I care."

Jacob lifted up his head to see a group of people – no – a group of vampires walk into the room; and not just any bloodsuckers, oh no.

The Cullens.

Could his night get any more ridiculous? He tossed the covers off of him and sat back up, then taking to stand. The pain from his side shot down his leg, but he tried his best to ignore it – he still faltered slightly when he stood. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. How could he not sense where he was?

"I wouldn't stand if I were you," Carlisle said as he walked around the table in front of the couch. Jacob's eyes followed him. "In your condition, you probably won't get any farther than the door before we would have to carry you right back to the couch."

Jacob grabbed his side, sending a glare to the group before him. "What did you do to me?" he asked forcefully.

"Excuse me?" the blonde female spoke in an annoyed manner. "What did we do to you?" He looked at him as some of the others sighed. "We didn't do anything to you. But we could have just let you die if you would have preferred – would have been better if you ask me."

"All right, no fighting, okay?" Carlisle said, releasing a strain of breath.

"He's the ungrateful one," Rosalie scoffed as she crossed her arms.

"How'd I get here?" the minority spoke back up again.

"Before anyone answers anything, you," Carlisle motioned towards Jacob, "sit down. Let everyone calm down and then we can discuss this."

Not seeming to want to create an even more difficult scenario, they all complied. Jacob sat down on the couch and Carlisle followed to sit next to him. He lifted up the left side of the werewolf's shirt to check the four scratch marks on his side. Seeming satisfied, he nodded and let the shirt fall back into place. He looked up to his family, in particular Edward, and motioned with his head towards Jacob, giving the notion for the vampire to talk with him. He glanced towards Rosalie, Emmett and Alice and gave a look that meant for them to leave the room – though it would be pointless in the long run. It was not like they would not hear the conversation. Either way, they did as he asked and left the room, though Jacob did hear Alice mutter that she hates the smell of dog.

Once they were gone, Esme decided to go 'supervise' them and at least try to keep them from listening in. Carlisle looked back at Edward.

"Edward, care to explain this situation?" he asked, though it was more of a command.

Edward shrugged as he looked at Jacob, his expression seeming more along the lines of boredom and annoyance. "You were passed out in the woods near the border, I found you, brought you here." His explanation was just that – short and brief; which left Jacob with more than one question.

"Why?" was the first one out of his mouth. He shot the word out in a nearly agitated voice.

"Personally, I could care if you died or not, but I know Bella would be upset. What more reasoning do you need?"

The logic was sound. Though Jacob questioned whether or not he would save Edward if the situation was reversed. When it came to Bella's emotions, he realized he would have done the same thing – not wanting to see her upset and heartbroken. He furrowed his eyebrows together and pursed his lips.

"How'd you find me, then?"

"That would be my doing," Alice said as she came back into the room; the others trailed in behind her – all except Rosalie. Esme sent a shrug towards her husband who sighed and stood up before walking over to her. Jacob had forgotten that one of them was a seer. "I told Edward and he was gone pretty quickly after that." Edward made a sideways glance at her and she shrugged. "Give or take, or

Carlisle and Esme left the room after Esme has whispered something to him. Probably something that had to deal with Rosalie or something. He was not sure, nor did he care.

"Am I going to have to burn my clothes after this?" Emmett said as he looked from Jacob to Alice.

She shrugged. "I would. It's hard to get rid of the smell of dog." She smirked in Jacob's direction when he scowled at her; but now he knew whose clothes he was in.

"I'll ignore that," he said and Alice just bobbed her head. "Why can't I sense anything?" he asked, referring to his abilities. If the lack of them was related to the wolfsbane, now that the poison was out, he should have regained them; but he had not.

Footsteps reentered the room. Carlisle, this time alone, walked next to Edward who was now standing at the foot of the couch. "I apologize for that. It's just a precaution, but I introduced monkshood into your blood after I extracted the wolfsbane."

"You what?"

So that was why he did not have control of his abilities and why the wound on his side had not healed. It would not until the poison from the plant was gone.

"Don't worry. It'll wear off in a few hours. Though I am curious to know as to where Victoria managed to get wolfsbane. It's not like it's commonplace around here."

Emmett snickered. "Maybe she got it from eBay."

The group of vampires laughed, including Jasper who stood in the back of the room. Even Jacob felt the need to laugh, and, by his standards, it was not that humourous. The thought that one of them was Empath came into his head.

"Yeah, he is," Edward said as he motioned towards Jasper with his head.

And the mind reader. His head must have still been in a haze, because he was having problems recalling all of this information that he already knew. Maybe it was a side effect from the monkshood streaming through his system.

"Well, you rest – go to sleep and you can go back in the morning once the effect wears off," Carlisle said as he took a step back from the couch.

"I can't stay here," Jacob said as he looked up at him, eyebrows together, but the left one's corner was raised.

"Why?" Alice said with crossed arms. "Because you don't want to admit that a vampire saved your life?"

Jacob shook his head 'no' roughly, though that did play a part in his reason. "Thanks for helping me, but I'm well enough to go back," he protested as he stood up, this time managing to not falter.

"You're not well enough to go anywhere," Edward said as he looked at him, body now standing straight and his arms at his sides. "Sit back down."

"I'm not a dog. You can't keep me here," he replied, standing straight, too.

Alice laughed lightly. "Keep telling yourself that."

Jacob glared at her, but brought his attention back to Edward who took a step forward. "What? You want to go get yourself killed? If Victoria finds you this time, you're not exactly in a condition to take her on, now are you?" He made eye contact with the other. "You want to chance that? Have you already forgotten that you don't have any abilities right now? There is no calling through that mental connection to your pack. You can't call them and they can't sense you. Still want to chance it?"

His eyes narrowed and the rest of the Cullens, with the exception of Carlisle, took a step back. Jacob met the glower "I think I can manage on my own."

Suddenly, Edward's entire demeanor changed and in one swift move, he lunged towards Jacob and shoved him against the windows with his left forearm pressed against Jacob's chest and the other pressed against his throat, cutting off the werewolf's air supply. He tried to inhale air and grabbed Edward's arm, trying to pull him off; but his strength was gone with the rest of his abilities.

"Edward!" Carlisle called out as the others stood around in shock, watching.

"How do you hope to protect Bella if you're dead, huh?" he yelled as he pressed harder on Jacob's throat. "You think you can do anything like this?" Jacob continued to try and pull the other off of him, but was failing, as was his air.

"Edward, let him go!"

Edward finally heeded Carlisle's words and pulled back from Jacob, leaving the other to fall to floor as he began coughing and wheezing, trying to regain his breath. He clasped at his neck and he began sucking in air. The other peered down at him. "I think I've made my point." Alice was heard exhaling as she and the others relaxed. Carlisle ended up ushering them out of the room before turning back to watch his son and their current guest. "Still thinking about leaving?" Edward asked rhetorically as Jacob shook his head 'no' – his eyes and head were faced towards the floor. "I take it you're going to stay then." The other nodded. Edward held out his hand to help the other up, but Jacob just looked at it and scoffed as he stood up on his own; his neck was red.

Edward took his hand back and glanced back at Carlisle who sighed and shook his head. "I'd offer you a bed, but the couch is the best we can do."

"Thanks," Jacob said flatly as he wrapped his arm around his side.

Carlisle nodded and left the room, probably to check on everyone else. Or talk to them about housing a werewolf for the night.

"Go lay down," Edward practically commanded him. "We'll probably check on you periodically through the night to make sure the effects from the monkshood don't decide to flock south. That okay with you?" he asked sarcastically. Jacob did not verbally respond. Instead, he just nodded. "You can go home in the morning." He watched and Jacob walked back over to the couch and sat down, grabbing the blanket, but not doing anything with it. "And don't try to leave in the middle of the night. You forget we don't sleep."

"I'm fully aware of that, thanks," Jacob shot back.

"Whatever," Edward replied as he turned on his heel and left the room, shutting off the lights via the switch on the wall next to the door, drenching the young werewolf in darkness.

So he was going to spend the night with vampires – the mortal enemy of his kind. He was right in the beginning. It was turning out to be a very ridiculous night.

Okay! How'd I do on my VERY FIRST Twilight-related fanfic? :3 This takes place between New Moon and Eclipse...obviously. Heh heh.

Review and I'll love your forever! I accept anonymous reviews, too!

Also, in response to everyone commenting about how Alice could see Jacob, it's quite simple: Once he was infected by the wolfsbane, he was no longer a werewolf; he was a human, to put it simply. I never said when she saw Jacob. It was after the attack and Victoria ran off.