I felt bones snap in and out of place, as I fell onto all fours. My head craned its way upward and I tired to scream out in pain, but a long howl took its place. I looked down at my hands, as long jet black hair surged through every pore opening I saw. I heard the rip of my clothes.
The pain stopped so suddenly I was waiting for another shoot of pain to run through me. I looked down at my hands-paws??
I'm a monster… I'm just a fucking monster.
You're not any worse than us sweet heart.
I felt my eyes widen in panic. I was hearing voices to? I looked from Sam to the window of boys gawking at me.
Sam saw in my eyes what I was going to do before I even decided it. He opened his mouth to stop me, but I ran. I darted through the trails and trees, not really knowing where I was going, I don't think Sam realized Jamie owned twelve acres of land when he told me I wasn't allowed to leave the premises. I trampled through one of her 'special gardens' as she liked to call them when I was a kid. In reality, it was just a huge field of pot for the taking.
I looked over my shoulder, not completely sure why, but I saw two huge dogs charging towards me. One, shaggy haired and colored a deep chocolate brown, the other was more trimmed, not a hair out of place. His markings were extravagant. Browns, and tans, and blacks swirled perfectly over his torso and legs. His eyes were lined with white; whoever he was he was beautiful-well, he would be, if he wasn't chasing me.
Hear that Sam? You're BEAUTIFUL.
Laughter rumbled through his gruff voice.
A growl was all that was returned.
The voices drove me to flee faster, but soon enough, they were too much to handle. It sounded as if I had twenty men having conversations back and forth in my head.
I skidded to a halt by the river, exasperated by my long run. I'd just now hit the outskirts of the property. My paws hit the water as I came face to face with the monster I'd become. I was jet black. My eyes were black. My fur was black.
I threw my body against the bank as I felt the pain return. Tears filled my eyes. It didn't matter that I was crazy, a psycho. Hearing voices in my head? (My shrink would love this.) I was a monster. No trip to the psychiatrist would fix that.
I rolled into a ball, sobbing silently. "She's actually taking it better than most," Another deep burley voice whispered, though I heard him perfectly. I looked up to see two figures making their way towards me, wearing nothing but cutoff sweats.
I covered my chest with my hands and arms, while I pulled my legs to my chest to cover my… Well, you know. Though they could probably see my bare ass, I had a felling they didn't chase me this whole way to catch me naked. The one who'd spoke threw a strip of leather, a pair of gray cutoff sweats, and the black bra I believed, up until that moment, to be in my sock drawer.
"We'll… just turn around," the same man spoke again, now I could tell it was Sam Uley, yet again. I could see now he must have been ten years older than the oth-Jake?
Jacob Black? The Jacob Black I'd been going to school with since preschool? The same Jacob Black I'd been in love with since the third grade? The same Jacob Black who'd been blowing me off ever since that whore-ish Bella Swan came back to town? God, was he googley eyed over her.
As Jake stared down at me his hard eyes softened for a second, but of course it didn't last long. Believe it or not, he was mad at me for being mad at him.
They both turned their backs to me. I stood and hastily pulled up my sweats and ripped the bra on over my head. I hated this bra, it was so low cut I wasn't comfortable in it fully clothed, let alone in nothing else but sweats in front of two guys.
"Okay, I got what the bra and sweats were for… but the string?" I furrowed my brows in confusion as they turned around, and they both just laughed.
"Here, I'll help you tie it on," Jake knelt at my side and began strapping the leather band to my calf, the tension in the air was heavy, almost to much to bare. I felt my cheeks redden, but the other man didn't seem to notice. "I can teach ya how to do it yourself," Jake gave me a goofy grin, as he stared up at me, "It's gonna be just like old times, Dill!" I groaned as he used my old nickname.
"What the hell am I?" I asked, shivering slightly in the wind. Jake frowned slightly, at this, his eyes sad.