This story involves witches. BUT! The magic they have and what they are like comes from my imagination. I may have taken a few tips from the witches in the Night World series, Harry Potter, and even a little bit of Avatar, so if some of the ideas seem familiar to you, now you know where it came from.

Disclaimer: Yeah, sure, I own the Twilight series. Did I mention I have wings and can fly? I do not own the Twilight series.

Jacob POV

As much as I hated admitting it, my life really sucked.

First of all, I was a werewolf. No, not the change into a bloodthirsty-monster-under-the-full-moon kind. I phased into a big ball of fur when I pleased, all in the names of saving innocent lives.

And of course, falling in love with a girl who happened to be taken---by nonetheless than a vampire.

Sixteen years old, and already I was pretty messed up.

Great.

So, it was here I found myself, First Beach, to think. Right after I got off patrols, that's where I usually went to think about her.

I kicked the rocky sand, sending one stone twenty feet out into the water. Oops.

I looked around to see if anyone had saw.

That's when I caught sight of her.

She had firey, dark red hair, that cascaded in a straight waterfall down to her back. She was deathly pale, although not as pale as the Cullens were, and had hazel eyes that would probably look different depending on what she was wearing. She was extremely curvy, and she had full lips and long eyelashes. She looked about sixteen. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

Time stopped. My breathing stopped. I was being pulled to her by unseen bonds...she was all I could focus on.

Um, Bella who?

I then noticed her slumped shoulders, her sad eyes, and her grimace.

Part of me wanted to run to her and hug her; make the bad feelings go away. Then I remembered that she had no idea who I was, so I figured introducing myself would be best.

I walked over to her, slowly. She caught sight of me and smiled. She had such a pretty smile...

"Hi, I'm Jacob. And you are?" I extended my hand, hoping she wouldn't be startled by my body temperature.

"I'm Solare, nice to meet you."

She grabbed my hand to shake, but then froze. We both gasped.

Her hand was just as warm as mine.

Our eyes met, and she whispered; "Werewolf."

I guess that saved me an explanation, but how did she know?

So...review if it's good, okay? And 'Solare' is a word for sunlight in Italian. It'll make sense once the story progresses. And YES, I know it's really short. But it's just the first chapter, there will be more.

-LittleNessie12