In the morning I woke to an empty bed, no Jake, and a splitting headache.
At least it was an amazing dream.
The next couple of days were spent lazing around, with Embry, and watching movies. I didn't feel as bad about not going anywhere, because a freak storm blew in and it's even hard for Terry to get around to work and back now. But whatever.
It's another Friday night, and I'm on the couch eating my heart out in popcorn, Embry next to me, conked out from all the wolf activities he's been doing. Terry wasn't home, and it's rounding on eight. This time he wasn't at work, but at Charlie Swan's house. The father of the menace that stole my best friend from me. I rolled my eyes.
Suddenly something vibrated underneath me, making me scream and fling my popcorn everywhere. Embry woke up half asleep, growling and letting himself visibly shake. "Die Little Miss Pony," he mumbled. I literally dug the phone out from under my butt, and quickly glanced at the caller ID. Sam.
"Speaker," Embry groaned rubbing his eyes.
So it became 'speakered'.
"Embry," Sam's voice rung out loudly like he was liable to start spouting commands. "The Cullen's have called a meeting. It's important apparently. We need you down at their place in five."
He scratched the back of his neck, giving me a weird look. "What about Laurel?"
"Normally I'd say bring her," he grunted as if annoyed, "but Jake doesn't want you to. He says that she'll be fine and that we'll be close enough if anything happens. So get over here, and fast."
Dial tone. I flipped the phone off, trying to make some heads or tails of the situation. "The Cullens? As in Edward Cullen that Bella insists to hang out with even though Jake doesn't like it, Cullens?"
A look of anger flashed through his face, and he quickly looked me over. One raised eyebrow later and I finally crossed my arms over my chest. He snarled, "Fuck it! You practically know everything anyway and I don't like the way he treats you damn it! You deserve to know. About the threats, about us, and about you and Jake!
"The Cullens are leaches! Suckers! Vampires!"
It actually makes sense. And it didn't come as a big shock, but I still held a small twinge of fear in the back of my chest. "Why do you have to go there then," I asked bringing a blanket around myself.
"They are actually okay people, and they help us out sometimes, it must be important if we go to their house. I'll be back as soon as I can Laurel," he sighed walking over to entrap me in a hug. "If I'm not, I'll call." And then he places his lips on my forehead, and although it was oddly comforting, it was also vaguely awkward due to my drunkenness a few odd some days ago.
And like that he was gone, out the door and howling to the moon and his brothers most likely.
What to do what to do what to do...
Popcorn and a movie, one of the only things to distract me and keep me sane. Well I'll need more popcorn. I glanced around at the mess I made.
Now what to watch what to watch what to watch...
Knocked Up. Yes, a comedy and perfect to get me laughing. Not to mention Seth Rogan was God of laughter.
Ten minutes into the movie, I wasn't in tears laughing my ass off like I thought I would. No, I was wishing that something more interesting was happening. I heard the front door open with several footsteps. Embry must have brought Quil with him or something. My popcorn dinged from the kitchen. "Hey, Em, can you get that for me," I called out not tearing my eyes from the TV.
No answer. Suddenly the sound of the TV fell to a murmur and all that I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart. "Em," I called again, I glanced over my shoulder to see the image of a man bounce off the kitchen window. Two other figures lurked behind him; all three heading towards the living room where I currently resided. All three of whom I've never seen before.
As quietly as possible, I quickly walked across the living room and into the bathroom. I was clad in my pajama shorts, Jake shirt, and no socks or anything. As soon as I shut the door and locked it, I turned towards the shower. Yeah, whoever constructed this house was dumb enough to put a window at the top of the wall across from the shower head. Which this could be used to my advantage.
Quickly I shimmed the window up, and was only my top half out the window when someone knocked on the door. No one ever told me to run when an unknown person entered my house, and I don't even know why I was doing it; but it seemed like the perfect excuse to leave. "Ms. Anderson? I'm deputy Jefferson, chief Swan sent me over," the voice called through the bathroom door. The outside air was biting at my skin because it was seriously dead winter and I was going to freeze my tits off, (pardon me), but I didn't really care at the moment. A deputy would knock on the front door rather than just walk in.
So I used what of my energy left and kicked my feet off the wall and pushed myself out the window and into the ice snow. Well technically it was soft and fluffy and a comfortable land, but it was still cold. Teeth chattering and all, I managed to get off the ground, and start a staggered walk towards the woods. Not even halfway across my yard and to Molly I heard a door slam in my house. Shit. The cold was starting to seriously hurt my skin, and I slightly panicked. Get on Molly, or run for it? Molly. I always, always, always, left a pair of boots next to the garage so I could slip them on to ride Molly, because she tore up my shoes easy.
Now, they were covered in snow and possibly frozen over.
Fuck it, it's not like my feet aren't frozen anyways right now.
I slipped them on to be surprised that they weren't frozen, but just cold and dry. The wind started to pick up and soft pieces of snow fell here and there. Another glance at he house told me that the light in my room was on, and someone was tearing it apart. Shit.
Helmet forgotten even, I kicked four times for Molly to roar to life; and alert my trespassers that I was outside and escaping. Shiiit.
Without much effort I was off and towards La Push. Hell if I'm breaking one rule, I'm breaking them all damn it. It was hard to see, especially since it was almost completely dark out now and not to mention I was easing on forty miles per hour and without a mask to block the snow. Squinting and all I was upping it to fifty. By now I was in La Push, and going through the woods towards Sam's. Yeah I was free, and I was being a slight bad-ass, and I was freezing; but all in all, I'm out.
The trees started to get thicker and I had to slow down in order not to hit a tree.
I knew the stupid pond was around here somewhere, and I knew that I should have gotten off the four-wheeler and walk the rest of the way to Sam's because I didn't know where the pond was; but I didn't of course. In the distance I saw the wooden cottage, and I honestly didn't want to walk there, so I continued to ride. Worse decision of my life.
Next thing I know my four-wheeler jerks to a stop at thirty miles per hour. And I was thrown over the front and smacking into the hard ground seconds later. Sadly though, the handle bars jabbed me in the ribs, and I think I broke something because I heard a crack. Another crack.
And that's when I realized that it was ice cracking under me. I tried to scramble and get up, but it was useless because I was groaning at my rib. It didn't hurt as much as when Jake elbowed me, but it hurt pretty damn bad. I was still trying to get on my legs and I was kneeling on one knee when I finally looked up to see the same man in my house smiling oddly down at me. A howl broke behind me, and I had to cringe when I forced myself to turn my head around to see it. A giant russet wolf bounding from the cottage towards me. And immediately I knew it was Jake.
It was all I needed to stand fully up and take one step towards him.
And I was falling down into something even more cold, and all the air fell from my lungs to be replaced by liquid ice that froze me from the inside out. Eyes straining wide and panicked, I thrashed my arms around above me. The wolf starring down at me howling and growling all the same. But through the water of the pond; above and dry.
Everything went black.