Hey hey again! Chapter 3 woohoo! The return of Anastasia Teller. Some people are angry, some are glad. Some just don't give a hoot. =P. I finally decided that Anastasia is going to look a bit like Megan Fox. She's got a tough, bitchy but still erotically, innocent look to her. I'd like to thank everyone for their reviews and hopefully you guys will review again for this chapter. I might put out another chapter tonight, not too sure yet. I hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters except Anastasia Teller. I do not and will not be recieving money for any of this. It's just for fun. =)
Being on her own for around ten years had toughened her up emotionally and mentally. She was older, wiser and had grown into her personality and body. She didn't take things sitting down but she was still sweet. She could of been considered two-faced for not looking the other way for all criminals...except her family. She was strong, stable and independent but as she drove down the street, she felt like she was retreating back to the small, dependent, insecure girl she had been when she left this town. Her nerves and panic were clawing at her skin, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she fought to not turn the car around and head back home. They needed her...even if they refused to admit it.
It was around three weeks later and she was finally back in Charming. The small town looked almost exactly the same but that wasn't that surprising. The Sons normally worked hard to keep the town under radar of tourist and upgrades. Upgrades normally meant more cops, something they didn't want to deal with.
Her dark hair rustled through the small crack in the window. The black 2008 Dodge Charger purred softly and blended in with the night. The windows were tinted, hiding the long lost daughter of Gemma Teller-morrow from view. Gemma and Chibs had decided on a family dinner to show the returning daughter that was back in Charming to them all. No one dared to miss the dinners because an unhappy Gemma was an unhappy Clay then an Unhappy club. She chuckled at that thought. No matter how much the men tried to act like the women were second priority, that the old ladies had no pull, they knew they were wrong. The old ladies tended to control which ever son they were taken with and from what she heard, Gemma had all of the sons around her delicate fingers.
The head lights shined into the windows as she parked her car beside Gemma's before turning off the Engine. The family dinner was a way to keep things neutral. Her going to the Club house would be stepping onto a wolf's territory. Ana took a deep breath, resting her head back with a harsh sigh. It was time to face the music, force herself to drop her pride to help her family. It was time to wave the white flag because they wouldn't. She pulled her keys out before stepping out of the car, a beep following the closing of the door.
As Anastasia aged, her appearance became more sensual and older. Jax looked more like their father while Anastasia had gotten the mixture. Full lips. Grey-blue eyes. No wrinkles. High cheek bones. Long black hair that rested near her mid-back after cutting it a few weeks ago. She still had that innocent look although it was much more exotic, erotic now. Her pale skin didn't change, practically glowing underneath her black hair. The only thing that had changed fully was her mother's bitchy looks that now rested on her own face and no emotions flickered in her eyes.
She eyed the house almost bitterly before taking a deep breath and headed up to the front door. Her hands nervously fixing her black knee-length dress. The dress hugged her breasts before flaring out under them. The soft click of her heels announced her before she even opened the door.
The living room chatter immediately went dead as the door opened. The entire room staring at the door as the 5'3 woman stepped in. Anastasia Teller. Tig's eyes narrowed in on her, his fingers clutching the beer he held tighter. Clay's eyes moved to Gemma's while Tara placed her hand on Jax' shoulder to keep him calm. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Tig snapped first, standing quickly to his feet. His first instinct was to shake her, scare her but it was quickly covered with the need to go to her, kiss her and that only made him worse. Although it only grew as Chibs and Piney all stood up, heading towards her.
"Girlie!" Chibs was the first to hug her, squeezing her tight and lifting her off her feet. She squeaked before being passed to Piney, who hugged her tight. "Well, I lost one daughter and got another back!" he grinned, fully for the first time in awhile, his eyes shooting in Clay's direction at his words before stepping back. A blush was on her cheeks at the affection. Yup, definitely reduced back to the girl she had left as.
Clay grunted before standing up. Anastasia's eyes widened, taking a small step forward as if Clay was welcoming her back before he turned, grabbing Gemma's arm and leading her towards the kitchen, Jax following. "Ay dun' worry Princess. If anyone can put the fear of god in them it's ya mom." Chibs patted her back before kissing her cheek and leading her to sit at the dinning room table. She was placed between Chibs and Gemma, a protection shield almost from the pair as the rest of the chairs began to fill. The last chairs to be filled were Tig's and Jax's, who were seated directly across from her.
The food was passed out. The table still silent as everyone began to ate until Juice spoke up."I'm Juice. I'm not sure if we've met but i don't think so. I'd probably remember you, You an old lady?" Anastasia's head lifted, her eyes narrowing in on the probably newest patched member. Hmm...that definitely hurt that she wasn't even talked about. Not even in a negative way. "No. She was never allowed that specialty. Apparently it's not good enough for her. " Tig chimed in before taking a swig of his beer, his eyes completely on Ana as she turned to look at him. Their eyes meeting but both angry. Maybe she wouldn't let her entire pride go.
"It's good enough for me. Maybe the old men around here just aren't." She kept her eyes on his, even though her words were directed towards the conversation Juice started. All of the forks and knives stopping as the used to be quiet girl spoke up against Tig. "Oh. Well now you've got new choic-" "Not good enough? Sweetheart, you'd be lucky if any of us want you. You might be able to get Piney" Tig cut juice off. Everyone at the table staring at the pair. "Really? Well i'll have to see if he does. He's probably got bigger balls then yo-" "That's enough!" Clay demanded, slapping his hand down on the table and making her jump slightly. Tig smirked, leaning back in the chair with his drink. "You two can either stop arguing or get the fuck out." He left it at that before returning to his food.
She swallowed hard, giving a sharp look to Tig before returning to her food. "So if you're not an Old lady, who are you?" The Prospect, Half-sack, spoke up now. She looked towards him. "I'm Ana Teller. Jax's sister, Gemma's kid. " Juice, Half-sack and the rest eyed her before quickly following on with the conversation.
"Cool! You grew up with all of these guys?" Juice perked in this time. "Yeah. Most of them. " She gave him a soft smile as he was eager to know more. "Hm so you're like a little Gemma then? Know all the little dirty secrets?" He teased her, getting a laugh from Chibs. "Aye. She's a sweet Gemma but she's got the same claws and teeth. She'll rip ya in half boy-o. " He laughed, patting Ana on the head like a kitten and earning a laugh. " And i don't know just the dirty little secrets halfy." Gemma pointed her finger at him before the sound of scrapping chairs drew their attention to Jax. "Are you kidding me right now? We're just ganna sit here and act like everything is fine? She left us! No body ever leaves the club. No matter how great they think they are. She comes back in and like always get fucking treated like a princess..like she didn't betray us. She's a fucking traitor!" he yelled, making Tara stand and try and calm him. The entire table was quiet, most of them staring at their plates.
"He's right. The little bitch left us and I want to know why the hell she's back Clay. She doesn't deserve to be in this family, this house. Let alone at this table!" He growled, putting his drink on the table and for once standing with Jax. Clay sighed, rubbing his aching hands over his head. "Fine. Meeting tomorrow morning. Everyone be there, including you. " He directed the last words towards Ana. Something wasn't right that she had just shown up right after everything happened. "Finish your meals then get out." Clay ended the discussion. Jax glared at his sister before taking Tara's hand and leading her towards the front door. Tig smirked and sat down, finishing his meal.
Twenty minutes later, everyone began to file out. Anastasia getting a kiss from most of the women and men. She would be staying at a hotel for the night. She headed for the front door before she was grabbed and quickly pressed against the nearest wall. She whimpered, the rough hand covering her mouth before her eyes lifted, landing on Tig's. She glared and moved to kick him but his body pined her's to the wall. He leaned forward, resting his cheek against hers with his lips by her ear. "I told you to stay gone didn't I?" he whispered, taking her wrists in his hand before the other dropped to stroke her side, grasping the dress slightly. "I just want to help you guys." she whispered back, feeling even tinier against him, feeling like the teenage girl he had taken. He had completely reduced her back to ten years ago.
He chuckled, his fingers pulling her dress higher before slipping his hand under it, stroking her bare smooth thigh. He needed her to stay gone. She was the one girl, even at that tender age, to get him completely wrapped around her. In the year of fucking her, he hadn't touched another girl unless on a run or to prove he didn't have an old lady to the men but that rarely went farther than a blowjob. He had risked everything and she had just left, like he was nothing and in his mind, he forced himself to believe she was nothing as well. Just another bitch trying to work her way in. But this bitch still haunted him. He fucked any croweater he picked for the night but after that was over, laying there with the girl attempting to cuddle, he could only see the flushed face of Anastasia Teller. His leader's daughter whimpering and smiling as she forced him to hold her. Forced him to actually give a shit about someone other than his brothers.
A shiver worked over her skin as he stroked her thigh. The same reaction he made her have ten years ago. He kissed her cheek before squeezing her wrists, making her whimper in pain as he hissed into her ear this time. " I told you i'd make your life Hell Ana. We kept you out of hell but I guess you'd made me drag you into it." He placed a firm slap to her thigh before letting her go. Her eyes wide and dark as she stayed against the wall, staring at him. "Sleep well Princess. You'll be lucky to be in Charming by tomorrow night." He smirked, giving her a soft tap on her shoulder before heading outside.
She fought to keep from screaming at him as he walked away. Water touching her eyes as she growled and went outside. "You ass!" she yelled as she headed for her car, unlocking the doors and getting in. The engine started quickly, almost angrily before a screech was heard as she pulled out of the drive way and sped off down the road. She was too angry, too upset, too annoyed that he had gotten her so easily worked up that she didn't even see the bike following her. She parked outside the motel, still had run down as it had been before she left. She used the key to get in before locking and bolting the door. The soft rumble of a bike was heard as she opened the curtain slightly to see the bike begin to drive away. Seeing just the license plate and her anger softened slightly.
Gemma worked her hands gently on Clay's shoulders, leaning down and kissing along his ear gently. "Come on baby. You need Ana as much as she needs you. She made something of herself." She tried to coax him being easy with the situation. " She felt us. She proved she didn't need us Gemma. So why the fuck would I want her back?" He growled but didn't move from her. "She proved she was strong, that she's not just another bitch waiting to be given a crow. She took a leave from her job to come help you Clay. Like always, she's trying to help. Don't you think she deserves a bit of slack for that?" She nipped at his ear before giving a soft smile as he stood up, working her back on the bed until he was straddling her waist and working her clothes off. "I'll think about it but for now, just shut up." he joked before kissing her.