"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable."
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
~Your Song~
Elton John
"La Push?"
Charlie nodded as he looked at the charred toast I had given him, putting it down on his plate as he wiped his hands on his pants - grunting. "Yeah. I'm going there for dinner,"
I raised my eyebrows, looking down a the toast I had made him.
It wasn't that bad.
Bullshit, Anna, it looks like you've dipped it in black paint.
And then run over it.
And set it on fire.
And then served it on a plate, and called it dinner.
"You've got dinner, though." I said, deflated as I sat down - crossing my legs.
Charlie looked down at it, nodding ever so slowly. "Urgh, well, it - urgh, I know that if I could eat it, I would."
I rolled my eyes, grabbing the plate as I ran a hand through my hair. "You know, maybe I should just let you starve."
It wouldn't be the worst thing for him.
Oh, shut it.
I rolled my eyes, putting the burnt toast into the bin and I jumped up on the counter - raising my eyebrows. "So, who are you going to go see?"
Charlie shrugged. "Just a friend. Billy Black, I think you met him at the wedding."
Oh, no.
Billy.
The abductor.
He had brainwashed Charlie - he had brainwashed my Uncle!
Holy shit.
I knew what this asshole was doing - he was luring me in. He was like a guy in a white van with the supposed 'puppy' and the 'lollies', telling brats to come and get closer.
What if he had tortured Charlie?
What if he had a sex dungeon?
Oh, holy mother of fuck - what if he had a sex dungeon?
All I could thin of was leather whips and spiked collars, while chains hung on the basement walls.
Your a really, really deranged person.
And you belong to me, so if you don't shut up - I am going to come in there and do a lobotomy on your ass.
Okay, Okay - no need to get so serious.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I tried to recollect what Charlie had just said.
"That you can stay here if you wan-"
I shook my head.
I needed to protect him.
Billy could hold him hostage and I would have to go in, in some tight fitting pant while I had guns and went all matrix on his ass.
Yep.
I could go badass.
"No - I'll come. I'll be able to get to know they're, uhm, culture."
Their sex culture.
And their dungeons.
God, no wonder you've never had a boyfriend.
Would you stop bringing that up?
It's getting irritating.
Charlie looked at me as if I was insane before nodding, cocking his head lightly o the side in a sign on awkwardness.
Oh.
I guess he didn't want me to come.
I'm just keeping him safe - he should be grateful!
He doesn't know your keeping him safe - he just thinks your is deranged niece.
You know, sometimes I'm grateful that I have a voice of reason.
This is not one of those times.
"They'll be a lot of people there."
I nodded. "That's fine. "
No it's not, you hate crowds.
You just sit there, growling at any one who tries to talk to you.
I do not growl!
Your a really antisocial person.
Sitting in Uncle Charlie's cruiser, I looked out the window - pressing my forehead against the cool comfort of the glass that had the remains of the last rain.
That was two hours ago.
The sound of the radio relieved the tension between myself and the Uncle I barely knew, cringing at the fact that I was going to be spending a week alone with him.
Alone.
Wait, did I already say alone?
You did.
Oh, okay.
And I think I was getting sick.
On cue, the pain that took place in the corners of my chest seized my body again - making me flinch as my fists clenched at the seat cover. Annoying as the small bouts of pain were, I couldn't escape them.
I had done everything.
I had made myself drink the torturous and disgusting green tea - I had listened to soothing, calming music that made me want to kill myself after listening to it for more than ten seconds. I had even meditated.
And for me, that meant I went all out.
I wasn't into meditating.
Okay, I thought it was fucking stupid.
Clearing his throat, Charlie attempted to make small talk. "Have you ever been to La Push before?"
I looked to him, cocking a brow. "Your small talk is shit."
He threw me a look. "Ladies shouldn't talk like that."
Lady?
You?
Oh, shut up.
Your annoying me.
"I'm a lady?" I said, surprised. "God, all this time - my penis has been holding me back,"
He looked to me, before we both burst out in infectious laughter - something which is uncommon for Uncle Charlie, I've observed.
He has a sense of humour.
It's just tucked far, far away within himself.
And usually doesn't see sunlight.
Well, not at least for a couple of months at a time.
The car came to a slow halt in front of a small wooden place with narrow windows, the dull red paint making it resemble a tiny barn while a ramp resided on the front porch. I looked at the chipped and cracked paint - pursing my lip as I was reminded of a horse stable before Charlie turned the car off, the song that was floating through the speakers cutting off abruptly as the sound of laughter echoed from the house.
Brace yourself, Anna.
Don't follow anyone into any sort of basement.
And don't accept any brownies.
Or drinks.
I nodded, stepping out into the cold air of La Push, and I felt my chest contract - following Charlie in and I ran a hand through my auburn waves, biting my lip as I tried to concentrate on trying to act normal.
It shouldn't be that hard.
Charlie lightly knocked before the door was swung open by some massive, and I'm talking Big Friendly Giant here, guy that seemed like he had ingested so many steroids that he created muscles.
Everywhere.
Don't you dare think about his penis, Anna.
Okay.
I'll try.
The guy that looked at me seemed bewildered that I was there, standing in front of him, as if I was a figment of his imagination or something and Charlie sook his hand that I doubt was outstretched in a sign of manners.
"How are you, Quil?"
He nodded, still looking a time agape before he smirked - an impish grin becoming of his face. "I'm Quil," He exclaimed, outstretching his hand and completely ignoring Charlie.
I nodded, following Charlie in as I grasped at his abnormally hot hand. "Oh!" I said, surprised. "Your hot."
He smirked. "I know. Girls just can't escape the Ateara-attack."
I nodded. "I know. I'm just dying to take my pants off and rub against you." I said, smirking as I looked him over. "But since you've got your fly un done, I'm quite put off." I exclaimed, smiling as he flushed red, fumbling to get his fly up.
"Thanks." He muttered, his eyes downcast before I turned - going into the packed living room and I bit my lip as I saw the tiny TV that they were all positioned to and I ran a hand through my hair, fumbling with the hem of my top.
"ANNA!"
My head snapped to whoever had yelled out my name and I cursed as I saw Gigantor, aka Seth, running at me with a large Cheshire cat grin plastered on his face.
Shit.
I should never have come.
Screw Charlie.
You can make a quick escape out the window.
Go, NOW!
I felt a smile being forced onto my face by my conscience and I looked down at the floor as he embraced me, crushing me to his chest.
Could no longer breath.
But that's okay - because I'm going to be led into their sex dungeon.
"Hey, Jake!" Quil bellowed, shouting at a guy that barely fit in the living room - his lopsided haircut being ruffled by his giant hand as he turned. "Look who's here!"
I felt my heart pick up pace as I saw who he was and my mouth fell open, my eyes connecting with those I had seen mere days ago - the eyes that had consumed me with their mysterious darkness.
Those belonged to the nudist.
My nudist.
I could here nothing but the TV on in the background and he took one step closer to me and I turned on my heel, sprinting out of the house and out of the small vicinity that was chocking me with it's awkwardness.
I felt my chest contract painfully - my ribs aching painfully as I felt the rain on my face, my boots digging into the dirt as i fumbled around in my jacket for my packet of smokes - grabbing the small death stick and lighting it - inhaling the smoke that would surely kill me one day.
That I had once been so against.
My shaking hands leant against the faded red paint as I tried to calm myself and my erratic heart.
I think I was having a nervous breakdown.
So I recited the alphabet in French again.
How was it possible that he was still standing? Why wasn't he on the ground, in agony? Or dead? I would prefer dead, so then I wouldn't have to put up with the constant reminder that I was causing someone pain.
"You know, about 4 million people die world wide from smoking each year."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Fuck off, Seth."
"My names actually Jacob."
I sighed. "Well, then, fuck off Jacob."
"I would if I could," He muttered bitterly and I scowled.
"What's that's supposed to mean?" I sneered, narrowing my eyes as I inhaled the smoke.
I heard him lean against the side of the house, and I wouldn't exactly be surprised if he broke it.
He wasn't exactly small.
"It means I'm being forced to come out here and talk to you," He growled, and I crossed my arms against my chest.
"Well, then, piss off. Go back to whoever is forcing you to talk to me,"
Silence became of us, and I bit my lip - stealing a glance at the man that I could've crippled. I just didn't understand how he could be fine - how he wasn't dying.
I broke his bones.
I'm sure of it.
"Why did you run away?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. "You could've been hurt. I'm sure you have a broken leg, yet your walking? It doesn't make sense - it's medically impossible!"
The nudi-Jacob smirked. "I guess I'm abnormal then,"
"Or maybe nudists just have healing powers." I mumbled and he looked up to me, surprised.
"What did you just call me?" He asked, a broad smile taking over his features.
A smile I wanted to drown in.
Stop it. Stop it, ovaries, I'm talking to you.
Are you seriously talking to my ovaries?
Because that's sad.
I'm not the one that ran over a nudist.
I shook my head. "I didn't - nope, I didn't cal you anything."
He stepped forward, towering over my 5'6 petite frame, a smile on his lips. "Did you just call me a nudist?"
I shook my head. "No-nope."
Yes, you did.
He smiled, nodding. "You called me a nudist!"
"Well, maybe if you had some clothes on the first time we met - I wouldn't think you were a nudist!"
He barked out a laugh at my humiliation. "You actually thought I was a nudist!"
I looked down to the ground, shrugging. "It's a possibility that there is a nudist colony near by,"
His eyes widened as he laughed more. "That's why you said that thing when..."
"We were both stark naked in a cheap motel bathroom?"
He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah."
I turned to him, biting my lip. "I'm Anna,"
"Anna," He said, almost breath taken as he took my outstretched hand.
I had never felt anything like it.
It was like every emotion I had ever felt - that he had ever felt evaporated into the cold, August air that surrounded us, and amazingly - I didn't feel the 'electricity' that corny romantic novels go on about, that teenagers fawn over.
I felt everything.
I let go of his hand after standing there for about a minute, embarrassed as I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry for running you over,"
He laughed, nodding. "I forgot about that."
"How can you forget being hit by a car!" I exclaimed, laughing.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I've got other things to think about."
"Tits?"
Did you seriously just say that?
I hate you.
Your just so ... Awkward.
Thanks for the self esteem boost.
Well, somebody needed to tell you.
Yeah, but I thought my mother already did.
He looked at me before bursting out into laughter and I shook my head, leaning it against the faded red wall and I covered my eyes. "Urgh, I'm so awkward. I guess it's the family, though, Bella got the clumsiness - I got the awkwardness."
His smile vanished from his face, his expression of happiness ripped from him as he looked like he had just been punched in the gut - or that he was betraying something. His fists clenched as he began shaking, anger overcoming his features.
"Why did it have to be you!" He sneered, his hand lashing out and punching the side of the house. "Why couldn't it be Bella!"
I watched as his shaking form, too big to fit on the porch, jumped over the railing and disappeared into the dark woods - leaving me confused and obviously stunned at his outburst. I watched as some of the other men, hearing the noises, came out - seeing me alone obviously indicating that he had disappeared.
Seth looked to me, confused. "What happened?"
"I have no idea."
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Oh, and by the way - you guys should listen to this song on the twilight saga: Breaking Dawn pat 1 soundtrack. It's called turning pages, its so cute. I'm in love with it!
And I'm just going to give some facts now that you guys have either been confused about or misinterpreted.
Okay, so in probably the next ten chapters - we will all find out if Edward can read Anna's mind or not.
I will tell you that she is like Bella in so many ways, but she is very different.
Also, she is Jacobs imprint. Renesmee is in this story and she will be ripping Bella apart in no time, don't worry about that.
Everything, apart from the Jacob imprinting on Renesmee, will still happen.
And in later chapters - romance will blossom.
Between Seth and Jacob, of course!
...
Just kidding.
But who knows, maybe Seth will be getting some love.
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