Author's Note: So, here I am, writing fanfiction for a fandom that I gave up on a long time ago. I've read all the books before the movies came out, yes, and I was forced to sit through all three movies — and the same will be applied to me when Breaking Dawn comes out, albeit I might be a bit more willing when that happens, just to see Booboo Stewart have more screen time.

You can tell me that I'm strange/crazy/stupid/whatever harsh accusation you can throw at me for doing this. I get a lot of it from myself for even thinking about doing something so contradicting. OTL

I blame the wolf pack for being awesome and Florence Welch for writing Howl so beautifully and inspiring this idea.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight saga, or the songs used in each chapter.

If you could only see the beast you made of me,
I held it in, but now it seems you set it running free.

Howl | Florence + The Machine

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Prelude

Heat, heat, heat.

It felt slightly uncomfortable, being trapped in so much of it; she felt as if she would suffocate. Heat stroke or something along that line came a close second. Was this some sort of hell? Although, strangely enough, the heat was comfortable at the same time, like it was something that she couldn't live without. She didn't know why she would think that being engulfed in so much heat would be comfortable, but she felt that way, and she didn't think that she could change that view.

"Ah," She breathed out when hesitant hands placed themselves on her ribcage, and in the dim light of the room, she could faintly see the outline of a smirk on the face of the male above her. She couldn't see his face, but that was because she had immediately shut her eyes after that initial glimpse of him. Cool, silk sheets were underneath her, from what she could tell, and it was a good contrast against the heat coming from above.

He leaned down, nudging his nose against her cheek, before he lowered his head, grazing her neck with his lips, and he reached the flesh that was exposed by the strapless blouse she wore.

His mouth opened, showing a set of straight teeth. He placed them against her skin, just above her heart, and dragged them across her chest, and she could practically hear the pounding of her heart; she knew that he heard it too. Who was this man?

He chose to look up at her then, and his eyes were smoldering, giving away everything and nothing all at once.

No, not quite a man, she realized. She could still see the boy in his eyes, and one quick sweep over his body told her that he seemed to have grown too fast; his frame was gangly, and his body only seemed to catch up to a sudden growth spurt. This was what she could tell from her observation, but she was distracted from over-analyzing the information she gathered when she heard him take a deep breath.

"I impr— " He started to say, but suddenly, she couldn't hear him; only see him mouth the words, and she couldn't read his lips. In the distance, a shrill sound was echoing, ripping her away from something so wonderful.

Her eyes opened, and she lay there, awake and panting heavily, though she could not quite remember why.

With a sigh, she sat up in her temporary bed, and glanced around the room, finding her luggage in one corner, all set for her when she would leave later in the evening. She ignored the alarm clock ringing endlessly on the table beside her, and instead focused on remembering the dream she had.

It was to no avail, and it ended up frustrating her.

End Note: Feedback/constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! I'll continue this if you guys would want me to.

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