A/N: It has been a massive amount of time since I have written any sort of fanfiction. I started out with Artemis Fowl, and then Harry Potter. I have since then become obsessed with Twilight, but never tried the fanfiction route. Until now. My friend Taylor got me into an RPG, and the ideas just overflowed. There's no way I can just wait for someone to post and leave it at that. This girl I have created is going to have her story darnit. So here it is.

This occurs after Breaking Dawn, btw.

Oh, and I don't own any of this, just the character of Alex. I don't own the lore with which she associates herself in this story, just the fact that she exists here.

I give credit for the name to Taylor, the facility to make it up to SM herself and to the Edward and Bella forum, esp. the RPG "After Breaking Dawn" thread that I currently am posting on as Alex.

Pure White

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1. I don't have a temper, so what's going on here?

School was finally over, and it was a good thing, because lately I hadn't been feeling myself. Living on the Olympic Peninsula means that one rarely needs a fan on, even in the summertime, or close to it. But I was burning up all the time now, and I'm a cold natured person normally. My menopausal mother can tell you that, as she's the one who freezes me out every summer.

But that was the least of my problems, I was probably just overworked I kept telling myself. I needed to get in the last of my college applications before I missed the deadline. I had been flipping out all week the the prospect. I wanted to go to a good school, get away from this rainy, soggy reservation.

I had grown up an only child with only my mother for company. Her reason for this, she told me, was because my father had abandoned us after I was born. I took this in stride, though, and didn't really miss anything on that front. Rather, I felt like something else was missing. Like a lost puzzle piece. I'd felt like this ever since I could remember.

"Alexandra!" my mother yanked me from my daydreams. "you still have five applications to finish before tomorrow!"

"Yes, mom." Most kids my age would at least roll their eyes at the prospect, but I didn't like confrontation. Many bullies over the years have found themselves bewildered at the fact that not once did I try and defend myself when they would try and take my lunch every day. Anger just seemed like a waste of time, and there were always the nice teachers there to give me a replacement. I never understood anger, really.

My mother, on the other hand, was a very angry person. She could yell for longer than anyone on earth, I think. I worried about her blood pressure sometimes when she would get back from a particularly hard day at work, red in the face from yelling.

"Get down here NOW!" It must've been a bad day. She was always cranky, but never this impatient after work. I quickened my pace down the stairs, threw myself into the kitchen, and fell into the chair in front of the stack of applications.

I set to work immediately, filling in the mindless information that I had filled out over a hundred times in the past few weeks.

Next, I began work on the nearest essay. It was almost the same as all the others, with only slight changes, so I did not have to think about this either. After about ten minutes of this, my mother got up from her chair and walked behind me, looking over my shoulder.

"You should put a comma there," she stated, pointing at one of my sentences.

Suddenly, and without warning, a heat exploded inside of me. I felt so hot that steam should have been pouring out of my ears. What began as mere irritation turned into full blown rage within a few milliseconds. I became an observer, watching myself become uncharacteristically angry.

Then, as if that weren't enough, inside the core of my body, the source of the original heat, something changed. I'm not sure what, but the changing feeling began to spread rapidly throughout my entire body. I caught a flash of my mother's face; it was frightened, and it took another second to realize that the fright was directed at me.

All I knew was that I needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. I could not let whatever was happening hurt my mother. I forced my head to turn and find the door, and threw myself at it. Once outside, the real changing began. I cannot now remember how it felt, but I remember looking down and seeing paws instead of feet. Pure white fur covered my whole body.

This is not good. Was the first thing I thought.

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Please review! Like I said, I haven't written fanfiction in forever!