Hello all! I thought that it was about time that I tried my hand at a Twilight fanfiction. I fell in love with the saga when it came out but really started to hate it after the movies butchered everything that Stephenie Meyer had worked for. Recently, however, I've learned to ignore the movies and just adore the books for what they are: Pure Genius.
Have you ever wondered what it would have been like if Bella has chosen Jacob? Me too. But I didn't want to write the cliche pairing. Instead, I've switched things up a bit. In my story, Bella is the werewolf and Edward is the vampire. Despite the Romeo and Juliet undertones, the two fall in love, even though the two species are sworn enemies.
Bella Swan is a young werewolf that heads off to college. Her life has been relatively simply and, upon meeting a pale stranger, she knows that things are about to get complicated.
I'm leaving the rating at T for right now. If there is a chapter with M content then I will be sure to warn readers beforehand. However, for the most part, it's rated T.
I don't own Twilight.
Please read and review. I'm curious to know what everyone thinks. Thank you in advance!
Enjoy!
Being a werewolf isn't really all that complicated.
There are quite a few misconceptions about us, to be honest. For one, we don't turn into vicious monsters under the full moon every month. Hollywood invented that myth long before my time. Second, if you're bitten by a werewolf, you won't turn into one of us. The werewolf gene is carried in our bloodline. You have to be born to a werewolf parent to be a werewolf child. Third, the mess about silver bullets is also a Hollywood creation. Leave it to the big time producers to make a gift sound like a horrible curse.
No, werewolves are very much like your everyday people. As a matter of fact, most of the time we look just like you. You can't tell who carries the gene just by looking at them. Even parents have no idea if their children will be wolves or full humans until they hit puberty. The transformations take over then and life changes drastically.
I don't remember much of my life before puberty came upon me. My mother died during childbirth and I never met my father. I was placed up for adoption after I was born. Though I spent the first fourteen years of my life in and out of foster homes, it wasn't until I reached fifteen that things suddenly took a turn for the worse. I don't talk about how I ended up on the Reservation but I'm always sure to make it clear that I was lucky that Sam Uley found me.
He was young at the time but he recognized me for what I was right away. He brought me into the La Push pack, teaching me about who I really was. Though I didn't know my parents, Sam and his wife, Emily, were the next closest thing.
I'm 21 now (that's in human time) and I've been with the La Push pack for seven years now.
As I was saying before, being a werewolf isn't really all that complicated.
Contrary to what you make think you know about us, we have complete control over our transformations (for the most part) and our forms are really just enlarged wild wolves. We don't walk on two legs, snarl, and seek human prey. The transformation comes at our will and we retain our human minds with ease. It's not a painful process and members of the La Push pack see it as a gift, rather than a burden.
I attended high school like the other boys of the pack and graduated a few years ago. At first, I wasn't sure what to do with my life. I was cautious about leaving Reservation after spending so much time there. The instincts of the wolf made me want to stick with family but, by the time that I had turned 21, I knew that I had to get out.
I made the decision to attend college, which was something that a majority of my family frowned upon. I could be rash and my anger levels rose often; I relied on the influence of my pack to keep my cool. But I knew that I couldn't stay there forever.
Being the only female wolf (except for Leah) got me a lot of attention from the younger men of the pack. I handled myself well with them but I ached to experience life for myself, outside of the world of the Reservation.
See? Not so complicated, like I said.
I was your typical young adult, just trying to get away from her family and start her life.
However, when I went off to college, my relatively simple way of life was shaken up by its very foundations.
"Isabella Swan?"
I looked up from the floor to see the receptionist smiling in my direction. She held my class schedule and room assignment in her hands, beckoning me to come take it from her. As I received my papers, my nose caught a whiff of a scent like Sandalwood. Stronger senses, even in human form, were part of the wolf gig. I smiled back at her, flashing my white teeth before thanking her and heading in the direction of my room.
Precariously, I tried to balance the stack of textbooks I carried while locating and unlocking my personal dorm room. I was known for being clumsy in this form and the last thing I wanted to do was have my potential classmates remember me for being the klutz from the hallway.
However, once I was inside and the door had closed behind me, the book tumbled to the floor as I sneezed. The small habitat still smelled strongly of cleaning supplies. This didn't bother me as much as it did my nose though. I preferred the scent of bleach to the possibly smelly humans that lived her before me.
I unpacked like any normal girl would, placing my books upon the shelf in a neat manner, and decorating to fit my tastes. After the bed was made and my clothing was hung in the closet, the last bit to make me feel at home was to hang the mirror on the door.
Sitting on my bed, I ran my fingers along the cool river rocks that Sam had set into the frame years ago. It had been a gift for my first birthday with the La Push pack. The glass was slightly scratched in the bottom corner but it didn't obstruct the image that looked back at me.
Unlike the other members of the pack, I was fair-skinned and blue eyed. I had soft, long brown hair that fell in gentle waves around my face. My looks baffled the others because most shape shifters were of the Native American faith. I looked more like I was from Northern Europe. With a sigh, I lifted the mirror to rest on the peg of the door.
With satisfaction, I surveyed my new environment.
The next morning came and my classes passed by quickly. From room to room, I picked up as much information as I could and archived it away to the back of my brain. When the final period came, I sat in the back of the class, waiting for the professor to introduce himself.
That was when he walked in.
And then things got complicated.