he who makes a beast out of himself
gets rid of the pain of being a man.
-avenged sevenfold

so what if you can see
the darkest side of me?
no one will ever change this animal i have become
-three days grace

-theenvylover

Just Another Bella and Daughter Story

The wolves crept closer and I couldn't do anything.

My legs refused to function. My arms fell to my side. I stopped breathing.

I couldn't do anything but stare at the wolf that was closest. He was a dark black and looked somewhat older than the others. I couldn't understand why but when he looked into my eyes all I could see was hate. He stopped walking for a second to howl loudly. It was almost sunset… I thought that they only howled at night.

For some reason all of the wolves turned to look at a brown wolf off to my left. They looked like they were actually glaring at him; like he had done something wrong. I didn't know why they would be mad at him since he hadn't done anything that they hadn't. I looked around and realized that this would probably be my one chance to escape. I quickly got to my feet and headed in the direction opposite of the brown wolf; hoping that they were all distracted. I had almost made it out of the circle before one of the wolves grabbed me and threw me to the middle.

"Ow!" I exclaimed as I hit the ground. I landed on my right side and had broken something. "That hurt…" I soon realized that these beasts didn't care that I had been hurt, that they probably wanted to hurt me more. "What did I ever do to you?" I asked the silver wolf that threw me. I wasn't setting anything on fire so why were Smokey's minions after me?

The silver wolf growled back at me and crouched to attack. I got up and held a fighting stance; if I was going to die then I was going to do my damnedest to take as many as I could down with me.

I saw the silver wolf spring at me but my vision was suddenly blocked by a wall of brown fur. I stepped back and watched as the brown wolf fought the silver wolf, clawing at each other until the silver wolf backed away. If I didn't know any better I'd say that he was…

"Are you protecting me?" I asked the brown wolf. I didn't know what I was expecting for an answer but it turned and looked at me. I swear that it smiled.

Another one of the wolves saw its chance and jumped at the brown wolf. There wasn't much space between it and me so I grabbed the brown wolf and pulled it sharply out of the way. As soon as I touched it the others tensed and crouched to an attacking position. The brown wolf whipped its head around the circle before looking back down at me. He let out a low 'humph' before grabbing me in one of his paws.

I realized that this was it; I was going to die. I was going to be crushed to death by a mutant dog and I couldn't do anything about it. I immediately thought of Fredrik and I started sobbing. I would never see Fredrik again. I would never be able to talk to him. I would never say "I do".

I sobbed even though I knew no tears would come. I cursed this emotionless body of mine that could never express how I felt.

I was suddenly yanked out of my depressive state when the wolf set me on its back. It took off into the forest and I grabbed his fur for support. The stench was stronger up here so I held my breath. The beast continued forward; maneuvering between the trees faster than I would've thought possible for such a large creature.

"Can I just run there myself?" I forced out. I was having a hard time with the stench. "I thank you for saving me and such but I need to get back to my fiancée…"

The beast grunted and continued faster; like he didn't want me to leave. I groaned. I would've killed for a bottle of Febreeze. Minutes later the wolf started to slow down. He came to a stop in front of a small house where an old man sat in a wheelchair.

"What are you doing?" the man growled. It's not like I could've done anything about it. The wolf lifted me off of his back and set me in front of the man. It then pushed me forward; into the house.

"What did Sam say about this?" the man asked. Sam? Was I supposed to know who that was? Was the wolf 'Sam'? The man must have gotten his answer because he started again…

"Go, but come back soon; I want answers." The wolf headed back into the forest. I turned to follow him but the man grabbed my arm.

"Where are you going?" he asked maliciously.

"I'm going," I told him. "I'll be right back soon, just like you asked…" No I won't.

"I told him to come back. I don't care about you," he hissed. "You aren't what you once were…"

I turned to leave again but he pulled my arm again.

"I thought you didn't care about me…" I was tired of this. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be with Fredrik. I wanted to get away from this freaky wolf-whisperer.

"Get in," he ordered. I sighed and followed his outstretched arm into the little house. I held my nose again; the stench was everywhere. Did he let the wolves sleep in here? I looked back at the door and labeled that as impossible. I went over to the couch and sat at the edge. It smelled.

"Get off!" the man exclaimed. I carefully got off of the couch and walked away slowly. "Try not to touch anything."

Touchy.

"Uh…" I started. I didn't really want to talk to him but there was nothing else to do. "Why do you hate me?"

The man looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was crazy; I was brought to a strange house where I wasn't allowed to touch anything by a radioactive wolf. That seemed crazy.

"Because we're mortal enemies," he stated; like it was obvious.

"But I don't know you..." That's it; I'm insane.

"'We' as a species are mortal enemies with 'you' as a species. They should've killed you…"

"So, you're a…wolf?" I asked. It took everything I had not to laugh.

"No," he answered flatly. "But my son is."

At least I wasn't the only crazy one.

"Is there a phone around here?" I wanted to talk to Fredrik. I wanted to talk to anybody who wasn't this crazy dude and his wolf son.

"Yes," he answered through his teeth. He just stood there.

"…May I please use it?" I asked again. He wheeled himself over to the kitchen and I followed him. He pointed to the phone and I thanked him. I stared at the phone's numbers and realized something…

"Do you happen to know the number for the Cullen house?" I asked.

"Eight," he started. I punched in the numbers accordingly. "Six, seven, five, three, zero, nine." I stared at the phone and wanted to throw it at him.

"I'm not an idiot; I know that song!"

"What part of mortal enemies don't you understand?" he yelled back. "Why would I have their number? I don't have any leeches on speed dial!"

A wolf howled in the distance and my ears perked.

"Another one?" the man mumbled. "Two in one day…I hope they don't bring that one home…"

"Another what?" I asked nervously.

"Vampire," the man sneered. "The boys sure are working hard tonight…"

I ran out of the door as fast as I could. I wondered why I didn't think to before. As I reached the forest I picked up speed. If they hurt even a hair on Fredrik's head I'd personally impound those mutts for life.

I ran faster than I ever had before. Even that first day with the human was no match for this speed. I ran my fastest but it still didn't seem fast enough. Time was ticking away and the meadow seemed so much further than it had before. I finally found a break in the trees and forced my way out of the forest.

They were in the same pattern as they were before; a tight circle around the awaiting prey. Fredrik looked strong standing there. Even in the face of death he'd fight. As soon as I broke through the opening the wolves' heads turned to me and back to Fredrik. I forced my way into the circle and grasped Fredrik.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I didn't think that this would happen…" Maybe my power was bad luck. That seemed to be the case lately.

"Don't worry about it," he grinned. "Did you know that you smell like them?" He held his nose even though he could've just stopped breathing.

"That one kidnapped me," I said pointing to the brown wolf. The wolves just stood there and listened to our conversation. I wanted to tell them to leave us alone but I didn't think they'd let us be. "He pushed me into a house with a crazy old dude that wouldn't let me sit on the couch."

"Well that wasn't very nice," Fredrik said mockingly. Here we were, about to be mauled, and we were discussing etiquette. "Did he offer you something to drink?"

The wolves growled and I laughed.

"He invited me into his living room for a spot of tea," I said in a British accent. The wolves growled again. "Do you mind?" I asked the closest one. "We're trying to have a conversation." He was about to jump but the other wolves stared him down. His head whipped between the different wolves before he clenched his teeth and hung his head. For some reason the wolves didn't want to kill us.

Fredrik picked up a rock from the ground and threw it past the silver wolf that had attacked me before. It missed completely and I wondered why he did it. The wolf watched as the rock flew past him; at least three feet from where he was standing. He looked back at Fredrik confusedly.

"Fetch."

All of the wolves leaped at us at once except the black one; the leader. Fredrik grabbed me in the confusion and threw me out of the mass of fur. I landed on my butt next to the black wolf and looked up at it. It stared down at me for a while before turning away and shaking his head. I sighed heavily before I got back up and charged at the mass.

The whole mess was confusing.

It was a pack of four versus the brown wolf, Fredrik, and I. The brown wolf was surprisingly good at combat and took on two of his own at once. Fredrik took a tan wolf and I tried to settle my beef with the silver one.

He wasn't too fast; he'd be no match for the brown one, but he was incredibly strong. I spent most of my time dodging his straight-on attacks, hoping that he would soon just give up. He didn't. I stopped and turned to face him and attacked.

I was suddenly very glad for my 'P.E. class'.

I decided to aim for the back legs; planning to break one and slow him down. The only problem was that he never showed his back to me. I decided to make my way back there instead of trying to trick him. I faked left, than right, and then left again (just to piss him off) before I jumped on his back and headed towards his back legs.

He tried to shake me off but I held on to his hairs. When that didn't work for him he rolled over. I jumped straight up right before his back hit the ground and landed on one of his back paws. I grabbed his ankle and quickly snapped it. He yelped in pain as I made my way to the other back leg. I snapped that ankle too and jumped off of him. Fredrik grabbed me right before I hit the ground and carried me away.

"Fetch?" I asked him.

"If he wasn't so pissed I bet he would've gotten it," Fredrik smiled. We were almost to the forest before a wall of brown fur stopped us. The wolf growled and I wondered if he had changed his mind about keeping us.

"No more fetch," I told Fredrik He carried me slowly to a fallen tree; the wolf matching our every step. He set me down on the tree and walked back away. I stared at him confusedly as he left me. The wolf looked at me and then back at Fredrik before following him into the middle of the meadow. Fredrik stopped suddenly and turned to face the wolf. The wolf stopped and crouched; ready to attack.

I got up quickly to help Fredrik but they both suddenly turned and stared at me—daring me to take a step forward. I sat back down and waited patiently for them to finish fighting.

Yeah right.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked Fredrik as I started towards them. "Just sit here and watch you fight?"

"Yes," Fredrik answered bluntly. The wolf grunted and I wondered if it understood me.

"What makes you think that I will do that?"

"Hope," he grinned. "It springs eternal…"

"Well, I won't." I reached where the two were and stood between them. "You," I faced the wolf. "If you touch him I will kill you." I wasn't sure if I would do that, or even if it was possible, but it seemed like a good bluff. "And you," I turned to Fredrik. It's hard to be mad at Fredrik… "He saved me from his little pack-thing so don't hurt him." Yeah, that sounded right. I smiled and stepped back.

"Only because you say so," Fredrik smiled at me. The wolf motioned to Fredrik and I figured that he was agreeing. Fredrik saw him and glared. "If you want to say something just say it."

"Hunh?" I asked. The wolf could talk?

"What?" Fredrik smirked at it. "Are you embarrassed?"

The wolf growled at him and I was officially confused.

"Hunh?" I asked again, this time to the wolf. He suddenly took off into the woods.

"You don't know…?" Fredrik asked me.

"Know what?" I was tired of not knowing things.

"You'll see…" He pointed to the forest where a shirtless man was hurriedly making his way over to us. He was really tanned with long black hair, inches taller than Fredrik who was 6'3", and older by a few years. He was also incredibly muscular; almost as much so as Emmett. He looked human but he walked forward with such confidence I wondered if he actually was.

"Hello?" I asked. He looked down into my eyes and smiled. Fredrik growled at him.

"Hello," the man smiled. "It's very nice to talk to you…"

Hunh?

"Alice, meet brown wolf," Fredrik introduced.

"Brown wolf?" I asked confusedly. I wondered if that was his birth name. "Like, 'Little Brown Wolf' or something?" I didn't know that Indians still named their children like that.

"I go by 'Jacob'," the man smiled. He looked like he was hiding something. Looking back at Fredrik I realized that it was something obvious.

"You seriously don't know?" Fredrik asked me. "Nobody ever told you?"

"You would know…" I muttered. He had been with me since I was six... "What is it that I don't know?"

"I'm a werewolf," Jacob stated. I looked back at Fredrik who nodded.

"Right…" I wondered if he was related to the old man.

"You believe in vampires, right?" Jacob asked.

"It's kind of hard for me not to…"

"Then why not werewolves?"

I thought about that for a few seconds. I guess I was being a little hypocritical, I mean, I guess I'm a mythical creature now too…

"But werewolf?" I asked. "What about the moon?" The moon was crescent-shaped tonight.

"What about sleeping in coffins?" he shot back.

"The stories lie," a voice said from behind us. I whipped my head and saw five other guys with the same tan and build as Jacob.

"These aren't just any vampires, boys," a shorter one muttered. "We have to deal with the stupid ones…"

"We're not stupid!" I spat. "If you don't like us so much then why don't you just let us go?" I turned to Jacob for the answer. If he was the brown wolf then it was his fault I'm not married to Fredrik yet.

"Because there's something mentally wrong with Jake…" the shorter one muttered again.

"There's something mentally wrong with all of you," Fredrik spoke. "What makes him so special?"

Jacob took my hands in his and forced me to look at him. His hands burned against mine and I longed for Fredrik's cool touch.

"Because we're destined to be together," he smiled. "I love you."

i am so sorry.
holy crap.
i didn't think that it would take this long!!!!

-brain dead-

school.
sucks.
hard.

GAH!!!

so...
i made me a Jasper shirt,
heck yesh!!!
:D
i'll post pictures when i actually put the shirt together...

it's been so long i don't even remember what i was going to put here...

...
did i tell you that my mom washed my mp3?
she pulled it out of the dryer and said that it might work if i
"set it there to dry"
i think that was why i was mad in the last chapter...

-still braindead-

i love you guys...

-theenvylover