Ok guys, sorry for the wait. Chapter 14 : Annya. This is a character of my own, I hope you like her. Thanks to Amberglow for all of the beta, you are a blessing. A little R&R (Read and Review) would be appreciated. I would like to know what everyone thinks so far!

Chapter 14 : Annya

Morning light crept over the cold white horizon to bathe Alaska with her glorious beauty. I watched through my window as the light danced on the cold snowy ground. For an hour I watched, taking in its glory, it was always so breathtaking. Then the moment passed. I closed my eyes relishing, trying to once again retain its magnificence within my mind. With each sunrise I tried to retain its brilliance, but it never seemed to stick, always slipping away until the next.

Tanya and Irina had left much earlier with the vial creature Jane before sunrise, which made this morning even more beautiful. Ever since the werewolves had killed Laurent they had both been acting like spoiled, whiney brats. I had to say, I didn't understand the way that Irina felt about Laurent. Love was something I had never experienced. Maybe I would be a whiney brat too if I had lost the love of my life. To be honest I didn't understand the concept. I guess when you have never experienced that type of love it escapes you. Even more odd was that it never really bothered me. Esme had told me once that she was afraid that Edward and I were too young when we were turned. She felt that we may not have the essential make up for that type of relationship. For Edward, her assumption had been wrong.

After Laurent's death Irina had tried to find a way to unleash revenge on the Forks Werewolves. She had begged and pleaded with our family to oblige her. In the end only Tanya had agreed to stand by her and only if it were kept a secret from our adoptive parents; they didn't want to cause bad blood with the Cullen's. Then Jane came along and their moods changed from sulky and dejected to almost giddy. Her effect on me was the complete opposite. She creeped me out, something that not one of our kind had ever been able to accomplish. The red eyes were not unfamiliar to me but there was something sinister and dark hiding behind them. I chose to stay as far away from her as possible. I wanted nothing to do with whatever they had planned.

Today had been so peaceful, I was completely alone. Of course the beautiful day had been cut short when by mid morning Jane had returned. I was relived when she spent most of the day down in our basement. It was such a dreary place, dark and damp. In my mind it seemed fitting for her. I wasn't sure how I had become her baby sitter but none the less I was. Tanya made it clear that she really didn't trust Jane and that I was going to be her eyes and ears "If any of our kind come around you are to call me immediately." she had said. I made it clear to her that I would take no part in a plot that would harm any of the Cullen's. "It is only the wolves." She promised.

I had to admit as much as I didn't want to be a part of this little plot, Jane's escapades down in our basement had me more than a little intrigued. What is she up to? I wondered. What was she getting out of this? Did she too have a grudge against the wolves? After a few hours of this and T.V sitcoms I was dreadfully bored. She would have to be a good vampire on her own, I was thirsty; I wanted to hunt.

As I stepped out the front door the cool, crisp air blew softly against my skin. It had been a few days since any snow had fallen so all of the animal trails were easy to pick out, their scents too. As I neared the forest I quickly picked up the trail of a pack of wolves. "Mmm" I loved to hunt the wolves. They were smart, agile and challenging. Edward even told me that I hunted like the wolf. I missed hunting with him.

I will never forget the first time that I hunted a wolf. It was exhilarating. When I had finally cornered my prey and sank my teeth in, devouring the blood, I knew that no other prey would fulfill me; I loved the taste of wolf. I did hunt other animals, saving the wolf for pure pleasurable experience. Since I was bored today I couldn't think of anything tastier.

I followed their trail for about four miles. I knew I was about to close in on them when I felt a warm breeze of air flow across my neck, just below my ponytail. Quickly I turned and before my eyes was the largest wolf I had ever seen in my life. This was no ordinary wolf, it was enormous, the size a horse, white and gray. With lightning speed I took several steps backward, gasping in surprise. We stood facing each other for an immeasurable moment, our eyes locked.

I found myself engulfed with interest or maybe it was fascination. I had never seen such a lovely creature. It did not seem as if it were going to attack, it just stood there bold and deliberate. I blinked and so did it. I smiled and so did it, if you consider showing a huge mouth of razor sharp teeth smiling. It felt as if there was an understanding between us, I won't kill you; you won't kill me. It was apparent that this was no ordinary wolf so I thought it best that I go along with this understanding. I bowed my head, though never letting it leave my eyesight. The wolf mimicked my action. Then before I could blink it was gone.

I was left wanting. "How exciting was that" I declared out loud to no one. I realized at this moment that hunting was over for the day. The taste of just any wolf would never do now. What an amazing creature. The eyes had seemed so knowledgeable, spiritual, sensual. And that smell, what an odd smell. It smelled just as sweet as wolves always do but there was a human scent to it as well. Even more tantalizing.

A great deal of time must have passed while I thought about this creature; the sun had started to set. To say the least I was consumed the instant I had laid eyes on it. Too much time had passed and I knew Tanya would have my head if Jane was having a vampire sleep over at our house. I scanned the forest once again, longing to catch another glimpse of the wolf. I let out a soft sigh, turned and headed toward home.

I entered through the front door, letting my hair out of the pony tail. My intentions were to change into dry clothes but a strange scent filled my nostrils. It was the same scent that I had picked up on when I engaged the enormous wolf just hours earlier. I inhaled deeply. It was relatively the same scent but not exact. There was more of a human smell to it. I wandered around the house trying to see if the scent was stronger in one place or another. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen I froze "Annya" Jane greeted me.

"Jane" I replied through clinched teeth.

"I am going to need your assistance with a few things." her voice was callous.

"What if I am busy?" I questioned.

"I have spoken with Tanya and Irina. They made it very clear to me that if you do not do as I say you will face the music when they come home." she giggled.

This meant weeks and weeks of Tanya messing with my head. I couldn't bear the thought of this. She could be such a drama queen.

"What do you want me to do?" I said sheepishly, rolling my eyes.

She took two steps to her right and motioned her finger toward a briefcase on the table.

"You want me to watch the briefcase?" I said sarcastically.

She dialed the combination key bar on the front and popped the case open. Inside the case it looked like she was getting ready to make a drug deal of some sorts. There were a large amount of syringes, needles and large vials of medication. I quickly noticed that the vials were labeled Phenobarbital.

"Phenobarbital, what would you like me to do with all of this?" I questioned skeptically.

"We have a guest downstairs; he will need this medication several times tonight."

"You want me to inject someone who is supposed to be a guest with this?" I interrupted, raising my eyebrows.

"No" she laughed "I simply need you to tell me when our guest wakes up."

"So you want me to sit downstairs all night long in that damp, dark, floorless dirt hole?"

"Yes, that was the plan." she smiled.

By now I was more than interested in who our guest was. Not to mention why our guest would need several injections throughout the night. Then it dawned on me, Jane wanted me here all along. I could see it in her eyes, I could hear it in her voice; there was no hesitation. Tanya thought I was babysitting Jane, but Jane had other ideas. She had counted on Tanya's distrust of her and knew she would leave me behind. I had a feeling that Jane wanted more than just wolves and I was going to be caught in the middle of it all.

"I have some things to take care of Annya dear, he should be fine until I return." she turned and gracefully strolled out of the kitchen. "Oh and should you make that call to your sisters or a call to the Cullen's I promise you that you will not live to regret it."

Then a pain like no other struck my body. It was as if a fiery bolt of electricity had struck me. I let out a blood curdling scream as I fell to my knees, my fingers wrenched in my hair. My eyes searched to find the cause but only Jane stood before me her red eyes blazing with fury. It was her, she was doing this to me "Please don't!" I wailed. My body burned with an intense pain for what seemed like forever. "I will do whatever you want me to." I whimpered. Then the pain was gone.

"I know you will." She chimed in a sweet voice. "Oh and one more thing, please don't get near the cage, he might rip your arms off, and I need you alive my dear."

Before I could mutter another word or form another thought she was gone. I was left alone to let my mind swim with confusion. What have Tanya and Irina done to our family? What have they let in the door? I knew many of our kind who had special gifts but this, this was no gift. The pain that she had sent through my body could only come from a creature who had no soul and was filled with hate. I winced at the thought, what was Jane capable of?

A wave of fear and disgust ran through me. I could call our parents in New York; they were not due back for another month. There was no telling what kind of havoc Jane could wreak in a months time. I had to tell someone, I had to stop whatever was going to happen. I pulled my small black flip phone from my pocket and began to dial, then stopped. The pain, it had been so horrible, I closed the phone. I would have never thought of myself as a coward before this moment, but I didn't want to die, that would help no one. I knew whatever could be done to stop this I would have to do myself, and quietly.

In an instant I wildly ran from the kitchen, I would start with our guest in the basement.

I stopped in front on the basement door. My mind was racing, I had to calm down, relax. Whoever he was, I didn't want to scare him and be left without any information. Taking a couple of deep breaths I wrapped my hand around the knob and slowly turned it. The door creaked as I opened it. The smell of mold and moisture hit me in the face, I despised this stench. I imagined that this is what the inside of a coffin would smell like. Then another scent, so sweet. It was that same tantalizing smell close to the scent the wolf in the forest had emanated. The sweet blood of a human and a wolf mixed.

I walked down the dark, wooden stairs, the smell was exciting me. I could almost taste the blood in my mouth. The venom welled up filling my mouth; I swallowed hard, trying to force it down. I hadn't fed today and the smell was maddening. I had never drank human blood but this was no mere human, this was a werewolf so I supposed that wouldn't really count as a human, would it? No Annya, you need information you cannot kill him. Ok well maybe information first then kill him.

I reached the bottom and stepped into the soft glowing light from the lantern that illuminated the room. Shock rocked my mind, if this was a Werewolf he was in human form and awfully young. Though he was very large his youth was apparent from his facial features. I knew he wasn't the same wolf that I had encountered earlier, his scent was different, there was an innocent smell about him and much, much sweeter.

When Victoria had come to tell Irina of Laurent's death she had given many details about the wolves. One description that had stuck out in my mind "They smell like dogs, it is a horrible smell, one you cannot miss." She had hissed. I loved the smell of the wolves' blood, so tasty, luscious and satisfying. From the moment she began to describe the Forks Werewolves I wanted to taste one. So huge, so fierce, so delicious.

I stood stalk still against the wall adjacent to the large cage that Jane had apparently been building today. Only 6 feet lay empty between me and the cage. Looking at this boy before me I found it hard to imagine him being vicious enough to rip off my arms. I also found it hard to picture him in a wolf form. Before Laurent's death I was unaware that Werewolf's actually existed. It was rather shocking, but not quite as shocking as when I found out Vampires really existed. The descriptions were not near as beautiful as the actual creature.

An hour must have passed and I was still frozen against the wall, staring, I was completely enthralled. Then he moved and let out a small groan. I could feel my chest heaving in and out as my excitement grew. He rolled from his back onto his side, now facing me. I could smell his succulent, earthy breath even across the six feet that separated us. He was truly a beautiful human, Werewolf, whatever. His hair fell just below his ears, dark and shiny. The kind of hair that looked almost blue it was so black. His body bronze, warm and sculpted. I wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth of his dark skin. If he pulled my arm off then it would just give me more reason to sink my teeth into the scrumptious veins that pulsed slowly with each heart beat. Stop that Annya, information first.

Perspiration had started to build up on his now furrowed brow and his breathing suddenly became more ragged, coming in gasps. His broad chest heaved in and out with each breath "Jake" he moaned, his voice heavy with agony. My body trembled, almost shivered at the sound of his voice. Who was Jake I wondered? Was this a friend, a family member or quite possibly a pack member? The thought of an entire pack of Werewolves was just too much for me. I tried to stifle a giggle but it escaped anyway.

Suddenly his eyes were open and fixed on me. They were wide, brown and blazing with anger. His face was now contorted into a mask of fury. I could feel the agitation radiating from his entire being as his body shuttered. His jaw clenched with a hard and fierce motion. The once lightly pulsating veins in his neck were now filled with blood, standing out, throbbing. The throbbing, it billowed in my ears. I could not concentrate on his face, his body, only the throbbing of his heart pushing the blood through his veins. Damn it Annya, stop this.

I closed my eyes trying to push the impatient thirst far down into my consciousness. His body began to shake and shudder. Then before my eyes he changed. I watched as his body contorted, moving, changing. I half expected to hear bones cracking and breaking. Sandy fur began to form on his entire body, growing, thickening. It was the most amazing thing I had ever witnessed. He was beautiful. I wanted to reach through the bars to touch him, but I could smell he was ready to attack. He let out an ear shattering howl that reverberated off of the close walls. If I had a beating heart it would have shattered into a thousand pieces. I wanted him; I wanted every part of him.

Once again his body began to shudder, his eyes slowly opened and closed. I wasn't sure what he was going to do and then he fell to his side and began to form back into the human. He panted a couple of times, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth between the full rows or razor sharp teeth. The hair slowly disappeared as if it were being absorbed back into his body. What was once anger in his eyes seemed to diminish into fear or sadness, I couldn't tell. Then his face began to form back, his eyes closing. He lay motionless except for his labored breathing. It seemed so loud, as if it were inside me. I then realized that I had paced my breathing with his own. It was us breathing together.