Annabell Black Moves Back

A house on the La Push reservation was sold. Jacob drove by it and noticed the sign with the sticker; sold. A smile went across his face when he saw a Selena7 in the dirt driveway. He pulled over in the front lawn and got out of the Rabbit. He checked out the S7 to guess the personality of the owner. Nice and evenly waxed, not a scratch on the body frame, muddy wheels from driving through La Push, all the windows were tinted, and the licences plate was digitalized, but turns on when the car starts. "I see you're admiring my car," A female's voice chimed from the porch of the house. "But you wouldn't be able to handle the smell inside… since Embery and Sam crunched their noses in disgust when I opened the door earlier at the store." Jake whipped his head towards her when she mentioned their names.

"Who are you?" Jake demanded. She wore a dark navy baggy shirt tied up in a knot on her lower back and wearing dark gray sweatpants, her long dark brown hair braided down and resting on her left shoulder.

"I left when you were only a year old. I had to live with one of mom's friends. Grandfather didn't want to look after a bloodsucker admirer." She declared with her nose up high. Jake's face hardens and he clenched his fists tightly. "My name is Annabell Black, granddaughter of Billy Black. I was six when I left. I'm twenty-two right now." She said leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Don't think that was a good idea to act all snobby like that to him. She thought as he walked away in frustration by her remark. Yeah, wasn't good, too late now to forget about it.

"Hey, you shouldn't ignore you're only sibling." Annabel said falling to the ground on all fours on the porch. Her body stood like an animal, her nails long and sharp, little growls came from her throat. Her face hardens and tenses up in anger. Jake looked his shoulder to see where the growls were coming from.

"You and our brothers may transform in a blink of an eye, but have you guys… had you guys…" Annabell's demonic voice trailed off. Jake sees her claws turn back to normal nails, her once peaceful, calm face in rage, than changes completely in an instant to a childish crying face. She fell onto the ground and tightly wrapped herself into a ball. Jake slowly walked up to the porch to look at her. "Jake," she said with a scratchy voice. "Have you ever killed someone you cared very deeply about?" rolling over still in a tight ball looking at him standing on the stairs. Even though he didn't need to asked, he still asked "You had to kill the bloodsucker, didn't you?"

"The rules I can not deny, Jake. My view on our ancestors didn't change my respects for them." Annabell went on, moving her eyes to meet his. He looked away, but still listened to what she had to say. "I had to. I started to feel the pains. I knew what was happening, because I studied." as she sat up with one arm holding the other. "The others don't know about me. They can't sense it about me."

Annabell looked up at Jake, he was staring at her with is lips pressed tight together like trying to hold his tongue. She gave a weak smile to him. She looked away out into the forest in the distance, her smile disappeared, her eyes soulless, silent for a while. "It was hard to do what I had to do." She finally said and winds the blow a little breeze. She took a deep breath and exhaled.