This story is dedicated to my dearly departed friend, Aaron Elias Martinez. I miss you everyday, buddy.

Disclaimer: The characters used for this fanfic from Twilight are the sole property of Stephanie Meyer, as are any characters of TrueBlood/The Southern Vampire Mysteries by Alan Ball and Charlaine Harris respectfully. This fanfiction is rated M for violence, language, and sexual innuendo. This fanfiction also contains slash fiction (homosexual relationships) and will include explicit scenes of gay sex. If this is not your thing, please do me the courtesy of not reading this and flaming me, or if you are clearly underaged (you know who you are!). I'm open to all reviews on my fanfics, including constructive criticism, but I will not tolerate any flaming. Any chapters I deem extremely explicit, I will mark in bold above the chapter to warn you in case you either do not enjoy reading sex scenes or scenes of an incredibly violent nature. Now, enjoy the story!

This story takes place approximately nine years after the events of Breaking Dawn.

It's funny how only one, seemingly innocuous act can change the course of the world. Okay, maybe not as insignificant as, say, picking up a pin, or casting your eyes on a certain shape, or even walking a certain way. But this comes pretty close.

Of course, none of these thoughts entered my head as I was driving to a nearby pet store to search for a little guy to trod around on all fours begging me for my food all the time. I've always been a dog lover, ever since I was a little kid, and for the majority of my life, I've always been around one, but as I finally moved out of my parents' house recently, I admit a sense of emptiness within myself.

As I entered the store, I instantly started glancing around. I wanted one young, of course, to be able to have him or her for as long as possible, but as I looked into the sad, little eyes of almost every puppy in the shop, I knew that the one I want would simply just...click. And as I turned the last corner, I saw exactly what I had hoped for.

"Oh my gosh, he's such a cute puppy!"

I looked down at one of the most beautiful puppies I'd ever laid eyes on. I'd always had a soft spot for Siberian Huskies, especially after seeing the ones my great-uncle used to own. But this one was beyond words. He had short grey and white fur and even though he was a month old, he was already bigger than my parent's dog, whom at thirteen was still small (but he's a Rat Terrier).

"We just got him in too," the salesperson said to me, this ditsy looking blonde who kept eying me (Hello, I'm gay and not even that good looking, girl).

"Appears he was a stray before he came in. Poor thing, he's only a few weeks old from the looks of it."

"Did you examine him?" I asked, getting skeptical.

"Of course," the blond said. "We examined him as soon as we took him in. Perfectly healthy; we've got the certificates and everything. We didn't get a chance to neuter him yet, though he barks like mad every time we mention it, strangest thing. Also, we…"

I kinda stopped paying attention to her little speech. I get bored very easily around business people. I again turned my attention back to the Husky. Such pretty eyes, I thought to myself. They look almost human, such intelligence. The puppy himself was eying me close, standing perfectly still. I could have sworn he was looking me down.

"…And that's all you need to know," the salesperson broke my self mental rant and I turned back to her. I signed all the paperwork and as soon as the blond opened the cage, the Husky ran out of the cage and leaped into my arms.

"Wow," I said to the puppy before he started licking me, "you're incredibly affectionate."

I walked out the store with the pup in hand and placed him in my car (my old 2004 Ford Focus). He sat on the passenger seat and stood still, looking at me again and taking the resemblance of being patient, waiting for me to get in the car. I strapped him in and we drove home.

Before I get any further, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Jasican Allicus, and I live in Southern California. I work as a meat cutter for Pavilions grocery store and I currently live in an apartment in Long Beach near my job. I stand at about 6' 3", have green eyes, light, freckled skin, and long red hair down to my shoulders, usually always tied in a ponytail cause it's naturally curly and it's a bitch to take care of. I also hate exercise, but my job can get a little physical at times, so it's not like I'm overweight, but I could look better if I started running, or something.

It's also the year 2015, and not much had changed, as you can imagine. I'm also single and as I mentioned earlier, I'm gay, which kinda is the reason why I'm single. See, I have standards that are like way off from the stereotype, which mean I'm very specific about the man I want, and that limits the men I date to almost zero (I hate my life). I have been seeing this one guy on and off, Jeremy. He's kinda hot, and whatever, I'm rambling again, he'll come in later, So I finally got enough money to buy the kind of dog I want just so I have a little companion to spend some time with (man, I sound like a creep right now).

So anyways, I got to my apartment and I brought all the dog stuff out of my car while my Husky leaped out of the window and waited for me to lead him to his new home. We entered my apartment (my dingy little one room apartment) and I put the dog food in my kitchen and his bed on the floor of my room. I picked up most of the stuff I knew dogs can chew on off the floor and put it away, but I found that this little fella wasn't trying to knock everything down or eat the whole house. In fact, I can honestly say he was one of the most well-behaved dogs I've ever seen.

It was getting late at night, and I hadn't eaten since the morning, so I fixed myself something to snack on and gave my pup his food. At first, he was just sniffing at it, and I may have seen it for just a brief second, but it looked like he was actually sad about the food. Maybe I should find something a bit better tasting, I thought.

After dinner, I sat in my living room to watch some tv before I went to bed. I've been trying really hard to think of a name for this pup, but I wasn't having much success. "Come here," I mused to the pup as he sat down next to me on the couch, thinking it was gonna take me a while to train him. But to my surprise and delight, he came up and sat next to me on my bed. He was sniffing me all around and licking me every chance he got. "Jeez," I said after the thousandth lick.

"So what should we call you?" I asked, looking at my cute dog in the face. "Max? No, that's so overused. Sam?" I asked the dog. He growled.

"Ugh, I've never been good at this," I said, talking to myself again. "I'll just call you Andy for now. That seems like a good name."

Whether he understood or not, he didn't show it. As it was getting late, and I had work tomorrow morning, I decided to get changed for bed, and headed towards my room. I took off my shirt, revealing my rather unremarkable form, and threw it in the corner hamper, and then my pants. I noticed Andy was facing away from me. "Aww, look at you, looking away like a little gentleman," I said with a smile. I slipped into bed while still naked (I can't stand wearing clothes to bed) and Andy jumped up at first chance.

"Well, good night, Andy," I called out to him. He walked around on my bed for a bit until he plopped down at the end of my bed and fell asleep. I turned off my light and did the same.

What I found in the morning I wouldn't be able to comprehend for a while.

I woke up to my eight o'clock alarm. The sun was peaking through my window (I hated light in my room) and brought little light into my room. I looked over to Andy and said, "Good morning, Andy." But what I was looking at was not my Siberian Husky. What had taken his place was a full grown human curled up at the foot of my bed, completely naked.

"AHHH!" I screamed, utterly startled by this sudden surprise, as I subconsciously reached for something to cover me. The man, woke up suddenly and looked around, saying, "What? What's going on?" in a groggy voice. He then met eyes with me and we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity (only a second actually). He then leaped up off my bed and stood up on the other side, crying out, "Oh, shit!"

While seriously freaked out, I couldn't help but notice the guy's body. He was utterly beautiful, standing 6' 7" and well toned. His skin was like a kinda brown, maybe russet, but so close to the color skin I've always desired on a man. He had long, black hair that went down halfway down his back, and little body hair, the only places existing were his armpits and his package, which was pretty big.

It took me a second to snap out of my trance and get my sense back. "What the fuck?! Who the hell are you?! How did you get in my place?!"

"I…I can explain," the man said, slowly backing up away from my death glance.

"Then start talking, creep! The more you talk, the more time you have before I call the fucking cops!" I screamed, leaping out of bed and taking a bed sheet with me. I then realized, amidst my rage, that I kinda was in no position to start demanding things. This man easily looked as though he could break me in half easily, and I never exactly worked out. I had little karate training, but that was over ten years ago. I was quite helpless should he try to attack me.

This wasn't the case. "Please don't," he pleaded in a scared, but pretty husky voice (very sexy, but stay focused, Jasican), "I don't mean any harm. Just please calm down…"

For some reason, my rage was back up, and I started towards him. "Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" I bellowed. He bolted out of the door fast, and I followed him out of my room. He turned into my bathroom and I swear I only lost sight of him for just a second. He was gone.

"Fuck!" I shouted. I looked down to see Andy, sitting down, looking up and me, tongue sticking out, and tail wagging back and forth. Relief washed over my anger and I said, "Andy! Oh my gosh, where have you been?! There was just a naked guy here, and…" I didn't even get to finish before I got another shock of my life. Andy morphed right in front of my eyes from a Siberian Husky to the naked man I had just encountered.

He stared at me simply, with gleaming hope in his eyes, and said, "I guess this is the simplest explanation."

If he said anything else, I had no idea. I heard the words, "Shut the fuck up" escape from my mouth faintly as I passed out onto the floor below me.

After what seemed like seconds, I woke up on my couch. My head was spinning and I was fucking dizzy. "Try not to get up too fast," a husky voice said to me.

I opened my eyes to find the man sitting next to me. He was no longer naked, but he was dressed in my clothes (fucker), and he looked like a model in those clothes (double fucker). I sat bolt-right up and I flashing pain shot into my head.

"Told ya," he said to me.

"Look," I said, struggling to get my body to cooperate (which, now I had clothes on for some reason), "I don't know who you are, or what the hell you are, but you can't just sit there, take my clothes like it's no big deal, and act like my caretaker when you just gave me the biggest scare of my life and everything. Now tell me who the fuck you are! Or what you are."

There was a flash of sadness in the man's eyes briefly before he spoke. "My name's Jacob Black, and as you can imagine, I'm not from around here. I come from Washington and I'm a shape-shifter. I'm technically only sixteen years only."

Freaking huge for a sixteen-year-old, but knowing that, some of my anger faded away and I felt a little sorry for the kid. "What do you mean by 'technically'?"

"Well, after I started shifting, my age halted, though of course, I don't look sixteen anymore," Jacob said. "I was born in 1990."

"That means you should be twenty-five at least," I said, as I myself was born 1990, and yes, am twenty-five. "Well, you certainly look it now. So, why are you here?"

"Well, I kinda ran away from home," he said, looking uncomfortable. "Long story short, I phased into a dog and ran south. I got caught by some people working in an animal shelter and I ended up where you found me."

"You ran all the way from Washington?" I asked, surprised.

"I can go a long time before I have to eat and sleep," Jacob replied.

"What did you run away from?"

"I really don't want to talk about it, if I could," Jacob really looked uncomfortable now. "It's deeply personal."

"Well, what do you expect to do here?" I stood up. "I don't suppose you have some ID or anything hidden up your ass when you left?"

Jacob gave a half-hearted chuckle before replying, "No, I didn't bring anything with me."

"And you essentially you ran blindly south hoping to find...what?"

Jacob closed his eyes, "Anything. If you knew even half of the shit I've had to deal with, you'd probably run too. I stayed hoping for too many things, and I've often had to pay the price."

He then looked around and said, "Soooo, got any food? I'm starving, and that dog food tasted like shit."

I stared at him blankly, "Are you kidding me? No! Why should I give you anything? I still hardly know anything about you and you appear out of nowhere, naked like a pervert in front of me. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick you out, or call the cops for that matter."

"Please, I've got nowhere to go," he pleaded to me. "Besides, you technically own me. You bought me out of a store and now you have to take care of me," he added with a hint of mischief.

"Uhh, yeah, not only is that sooooo wrong, but I think it's against one of the Constitutional Amendments," I replied.

"Oh, c'mon on, I'll be good. I'll help you out around the house and be a cute adorable puppy for you. I can even get food for you," he said with a hopeful gasp, in an almost childish way. "I hunt well."

"And that's only gonna work if you were near a forest, Einstein," I shot back. "I can still call the cops on you."

"And tell them what?" Jacob said, now getting a little angry. "You have a shape-shifting person in your house? You can try, but I'll phase back into a dog before they get here. And if you kick me out, you'll get arrested for animal abandonment. You bought me, you're stuck with me."

I stared at him, utterly incredulous. "You are abso-fucking-lutely amazing, you really are! You're essentially sticking yourself to me, wanting me to trust a complete stranger who can morph into a dog, and can verify literally nothing of what has been said."

"But I can prove that I can shift, I just did it right in front of your eyes."

"Remind me to get a psychiatric check," I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I know I'm not making this easy on you, but I promise that I won't get in your way, and you still need a dog, right? A Siberian Husky grows into a powerful dog, and whether I shift or not, I give you the best protection possible. Just consider it, please! I have nothing else, I'll literally do anything!"

"Ugh," I said to myself. Truthfully, I don't know why I was shoving him away. He honestly didn't come off creepy, he's very hot, and he's offering myself to me in a noble way, non-sexual at all. "Alright, you can stay. But you're human here and only here. And if anyone comes over, you're a dog and you stay one."

"Sweet," he said, and he plopped himself down on my couch and started watching TV. Fuck, this was gonna suck.

A/N: Welcome to my wondrous world, ladies and gentleman! For those who already know this story, welcome back, and enjoy the remastered version of this story. For everyone else, welcome! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have writing it. I had originally wrote this back in 2009, but I felt that the story needs a bit of a sprucing up, so I put my current story on hold for the moment and spent two weeks going back through and correcting any mistakes I had made, brushing up on continuity, and expanding certain parts with more detail. For those already familiar with this story, you'll notice the chapters flow a bit differently now, so that it doesn't feel so stop and go all the time. I know I originally had a bunch of Author's Notes at the end of almost every chapter, but I think for this round, I'll forgo them, and if you have any questions regarding the story, I'll answer them directly. How? Well, I have my very own Facebook page dedicated to this very fanfiction, "Twilight: The Jasican Allicus Chronicles". Feel free to Like it and keep up with updates on the second part of this story, and hopefully soon, the third and last part.