Okay, in order to understand this part of the story (and there rest there after), you must forget all you know about Meyers' version of the werewolves. I'm switching things around a bit... uhmmm, maybe a LOT. So yeah... Keep your mind open to changes. Oh, and one more thing: If you don't review, I won't know if this is all crap, or if it sounds good. So, your input keeps the story unfolding.

Chapter Two-- The First Day

It didn't take me long to get unpacked, and once I finished, I plopped down on the clean white bed. I held my hands up, examining my light grey nails. The were grey naturally-not from polish-but at the same time, they were kind of pretty. No one could tell it wasn't polish, unless, they got right up to them. I didn't have a disease, or sickness... but a curse. I was not human, though I had been. I could not remember what it was like to have a normal body temperature, or average senses.

I stood up and walked across the soft, dark green carpet towards my dresser, where my mirror was. I looked into the abnormally bright green eyes of the creature staring back at me. She was kind of short, just below five feet, and slim, yet not stick thin. She appeared slightly stocky, like she might be athletic. Her once golden blonde hair had turned black on a fateful night. The waves were now straight and glossy. The cut was kind of complex- the part was to the side, and it was a little longer than shoulder length, with layers all over. Her bangs made a diagonal sweep across her forehead. Overall, it had a slightly butch, yet feminine look. The creature opened her mouth, exposing straight, white teeth, and slightly longer canines. She tapped one with a slightly pointed grey fingernail, then closed her mouth.

I AM this creature...I thought.

Unfortunately, it was true. I was no where near human, and all because of what I considered a freak accident. I just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. About 4 months earlier, I had been human... then...

I had snuck out that night. Why, I couldn't quite remember; probably just for the heck of it. I had taken a walk down the road, and before I knew it, I was about two and a half miles from my house. I had decided to turn around and go back when something collided with me, knocking me to the ground with extreme force. For a moment, I couldn't understand what was going on. I couldn't breathe, and I had a terrible headache. I looked up at a pair of shoes coming towards me. Before I had time to act, I was jerked up and off my feet, then slammed into a tree. Whomever my attacker was grabbed a handful of my hair, jerked my head to the side and pressed their lips to my neck, then I fell to the ground, once again. I finally was able to breathe again, and I looked up at some guy who was fighting with a slightly shorter guy. The taller one eventually had an upper hand. He grabbed the other one by his arm and slung him into the woods with inhuman power. He turned back to me and grabbed my shoulder, snickering. I can remember thinking, This is NOT natural. Please, please let me be dreaming...Please make this all go away... And what he said next frightened me:

"I'm afraid you're NOT dreaming." He laughed, but was tackled once more by the same figure. The two of them battled furiously, both growling like animals. My shoulder was bruising even as I sat there, trying to muster up the courage to run away. But something in my gut told me if I ran, I'd be doomed, because surely if the one...creature...could easily toss the other one about 20 feet to the woods, then he could easily overpower me. But was the other one protecting me? I wasn't sure.

I had finally conjured up the energy to get to my feet. My attacker turned to me (a mistake), and the other ran at him, tackling him to the ground. They rolled around on the ground, growling and fighting. At times they moved so fast, I couldn't see them. Then, my attacker threw the other creature off of him, and jumped to his feet. Before I knew it, he was standing next to me, clutching my arm tightly. I thought he might crush my bones before the circulation stopped. Then... things began to fall into place...

The one that had possibly been protecting me stood up rather slowly.

"Why must you mutts be so difficult? What is the point in depriving us a meal? Do you want us to starve, and have to kill more?"

"Leave her, leech!" My protector growled and crouched in a threatening position.

The attacker pulled me closer, leaning his chin on my head. His skin was cold and hard. "Oh... I'm hurt." He laughed. "Well, I'll make you a proposition...Since I have the upper hand, here."

"I'm not in the mood for your propositions."

"That's a little too bad, then, isn't it?"

The protector growled and took a step forward.

"No, no, doggy..." He shook a finger at him. "One little move is all it takes, and then she's gone."

"You-"

"Shhh...now, for that proposition... We have a few choices to make, don't we? See, you could hand her over to me... and I'll satisfy my thirst. She'll be gone, and we'll both walk away. If that doesn't appeal to you, then I could turn her, and she'll live a life of damnation. Lastly, you could turn her, she'll live a life of minor damnation, and I'll leave, thus saving my hunger for tomorrow. The choice is yours, dog-boy. And if you try anything funny, I'll snatch her, and I'll make my choice... which is, of course, feeding on her."

Through this entire conversation, I remember trying to wake from the nightmare, but to no avail. I finally figured I was doomed no matter what, because it certainly was NOT a dream. The "dog-boy" looked at me for the first time, his eyes guilty. He seemed to be trying to apologize silently.

"Time's wasting..." The attacker chimed.

The other one began advancing towards us. I knew his choice. I told myself that everything was going to be okay, and that this was the best choice out of all three.

"Give her to me..."

The attacker laughed. "I'll leave when the signs confirming transformation appear." He shoved me to my protector. I collided with him, yet he didn't budge. He put one arm around my shoulders, holding me against his chest. His skin, unlike the other evil wretchs', was warm and soft, yet firm. It made me feel sleepy.

"I'd rather her face this fate than have anything to do with you and your kind." He spat.

He laughed. "Whatever. Get it over with, then! I have other places to be than hang around a mutt."

My protector kneeled, pulling me down to my knees. He looked me in the eye and took at deep breath. "This is the least hurtful decision...Please forgive me..." He whispered.

I remember shaking violently with fright, not knowing... not understanding... I finally nodded my head to signal my understanding.

"I'll stay with you... I haven't the time to explain now..."

I nodded my head again.

"Cut the chit-chat, dog-boy."

My protector growled at him. He looked at me again, and took my hand. "I'm sorry..."

I closed my eyes, hoping for the last time that it was all just a simple nightmare as he bit into my wrist. The last thing I remember was feeling my entire body go cold. It was the most horrible thing I had ever experienced. The icy feeling spread through my entire body, then I passed out. When I awoke, it was still night, and he was sitting next to me, and the other guy was gone. My protector told me that I hadn't been out long as I sat up, noticing the change in my physical appearance. I realized that my senses had been increased. He explained to me that I was almost killed by a vampire, and that he had to turn me into one of his kind: a werewolf.

For the next few months, I had been sneaking out of the house to meet him so that he could train me. He explained that I had to be careful, and that I couldn't tell or even hint to anyone what happened that night. I had to be careful about letting anyone get near me, because I had a very high body temperature. I couldn't show my teeth explicitly, because it would expose my canine teeth. I had gained inhuman abilities, and I had to be very discreet when using them. He explained to be that if I got extremely angered, I could get out of control. And most importantly, I should only transform when provoked by a vampire and the coast was clear. After a few months, I stopped going out to see him... But it was a little too late. My told my father that I had just dyed my hair (to explain the color change) and I'd simply taken an interest in painting my nails (to explain the sudden grey color). He knew I'd been sneaking out, and thought thta I was becoming a disipline problem...

And that leads us up to now, with me in my mother's care in Forks, Washington. I looked around my new room, sighed, and plopped down on the bed once more. I kept thinking about that night, until I fell asleep. That night, I had nightmares that would make Steven King cry for his mommy.

The next morning, Vivian shook me from my slumber.

"Scottie, hun, get up. You have school today. You have to be there early to get your schedule."

I rolled over and looked at her with a tinge of disgust. "What?" I hissed.

"Wednesday. New school. Early. Councelor. Get schedule."

I stared at her.

"Tardy is not an exception!" She pulled the covers off and poked me in the ribs. I jerked out of reflex.

"Okay okay! FINE! Just don't poke me. It makes my stomach hurt." The truth was, I didn't want her to note my body temperature. That could be disasterous. I slid out of bed and stretched, releasing a long, drawn-out yawn. Vivian left the room, then poked her head back inside.

"You must have been really tired. I came home around 10:30 and you were sound asleep, stretched out across your bed. Speaking of which, I was wondering how that bed slept. It's new, and I was worried it would be uncomfortable. Oh, there's pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice downstairs. It's important that you get a good breakfast. You don't need to start off sleepy on your first day here; it'll be hard for you to catch up. Unfortunately, I won't be able to fix you breakfast every morning. In fact, I'm actually quite late. I have to get going. Bye, hun." She left my room.

I stood there, waiting until I heard her drive off. Then I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my CD case. I pressed the open button on the 5-disc changer stereo, and slid my Comeback Kid: Wake the Dead CD in. I pressed play and turned it up just loud enough to hear it through the whole house. I scratched my head and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of faded blue jeans, a low-cut black shirt, and my black Converses from the shoe rack on the bottom. I shut the closet door and walked to my bathroom, on the other side of my room. I took a quick shower, got dressed, then went downstairs. After examining the food, I scraped it all in the trashcan with disinterest. I never was a fan for breakfast. I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth,then grabbed my black messenger-style book bag. The only thing in it was a few folders stocked with paper and a variety of pens and pencils. I slung it over my shoulder and grabbed the set of keys off my dresser. I ejected the CD, turned off the stereo, and grabbed my CD case just before leaving my room. I locked the front door behind me, and pressed the button on the key to unlock the glossy Mustang. I stopped, staring at it for a minute, and smiled. I tossed my bag into the passenger seat and slid into the black leather seat. I inserted the key and turned it, allowing the engine to roar to life. I examined the tinted windows, the leather seats, the high-tech stereo, and its overall cleaness. I put the same CD into the stereo and sighed, then pulled out of the driveway.

Vivian had left a sheet of paper with explicit directions to the high school. Did she think I was stupid? Obviously so. I pulled into the only parking spot I could find, which was next to a brand new Volvo. I grabbed my bag and stepped out, locking the door. I stared at the monster in the reflection of the tinted windows with disgust. Would I get the same reaction from these people as from my other school? Most likely. Although I hoped not, it was inevitable. I turned, taking a look at the school as a cold wind whipped around me.

At least the weather is nice...I bet it snows soon... I thought. Indeed, it was cold. I (unlike many others) preferred the cold weather to the blistering heat and humidity of summer. The heat made me feel weak and sleepy; it only added to my high body temperature, which wasn't safe. I must've been the only one in the entire school that wasn't wearing long sleeves or a jacket. Would that appear suspicious?
Surely not to these humans. I don't think they could possibly suspect anything...inhuman... I turned towards the Volvo and caught the scent of something slightly familiar. It wasn't the scent of someone I knew, but of someTHING I knew... My heart began to race as the realization sank in.

There were vampires...in the school. And I'd managed to park right next to them.