"livid, adj.

Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn't about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned."
― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I change
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby

Yes I love you say for the way I know we've been apart
It's an endless circle a poison arrow to my heart

Saying I-I-I
I love what you do to me
Need you to stay with me
I-I-I
I love you too much to let go

How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I change
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I change
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby
[ Lyrics from: lyrics/c/cheryl_cole/call_my_ ]
It's a constant thought of my baby taking up my time
It's an utter vision of you that's playing on my mind

Saying I-I-I
I love what you do to me
Need you to stay with me
I-I-I
I love you too much to let go

How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I change
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
You got me confused by the way I change
How'd you think I feel when you call my name
My name, say my name baby

Oh when you call my name
Oh oh oh
Oh when you call my name
Oh oh oh
Say my name baby
Oh when you call my name
Oh oh oh
Oh when you call my name
Oh oh oh
Say my name baby

~Call My Name~
Cheryl Cole

"You want Jacob back in the pack?"

I nodded, sipping at the coffee that Emily had placed in front of me and Sam eyed me - his nostrils flaring as I'm sure he smelt Bella and her family radiating from me with their 'stench'.

Apparently, they smell.

What's with the 'apparently?' They do smell.

…

Of Perfection.

Emily beamed as she sat down next to Sam, placing her arm gently on his and she looked to her fiancé before she looked back at me – the giant smile that spread across her face seemingly blinding. It was like at the mention of Jacob, she lit up – like she had been deprived of speaking about him for the last two weeks, or so. "How is Jake? Is he eating well?"

My eyebrows furrowed.

Is he eating well? Is this some sort of fetish of hers?

WOULD YOU STOP MAKING EVERYTHING SEXUAL!

I do not make everything sexual.

Pfft, please bitch.

I resent that.

I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. "I guess - I mean, he's not developed an eating disorder in the last three weeks, calm down."

Sam shook his head, his hands clenched around his cup. "Why didn't Jacob come and ask instead of sending you?"

He said my name with such distaste that I wondered if he hated me, but in a small way – I kind of like that. Sam was, in a way, kind of a – well – cunt in my mind, and the descriptions Jake gave me didn't help my perception of my boyfriend's previous Alpha. Yet if he hated me, then he was kind of an idiot because there was no doctrine behind it, no reason that allowed him to hate me. Unless, of course, he just hated my face, personality and the random outbursts of craps that seemed to jump from my mouth every five-ten minutes.

Maybe I should fix that.

Or, at least, work on not being so socially constipated.

I tightly smiled as I tried to supress the urge to punch him in the face, an urge that I seemed to have lately yet I just assumed that, that was because I was just angry at the world. That, and I was on my monthly PMS routine and this whole, werewolves and vampires thing added to it, and I'm sure only made it much worse. But it seemed that I had learnt from the also time that I had punched a werewolf in the face - it did have quite serious consequences.

And it fucking hurt.

"Because he doesn't know," I said simply, taking a sip of my drink as I watched surprise make its way onto both of their faces.

Emily cast a quickly glance at her fiancé, as if she was tyring to check if he wasn't shaking and at the sign of the anger that was creeping onto his face, and dominating his features – she put her scarred hand on his arm, as if to remind him that she was still sitting beside him. Instantly, it seemed, the anger was gone off of his face and Sam met his fiancés gaze, and nodded – an almost silent language between them that was so obvious.

I hope me and Jake never get like that.

It's … sickening.

I think it's … cute.

No you don't!

Yeah, you're right – I think I just gagged.

Emily's eyebrows furrowed as she tore her eyes from Sam's face, her hand going back to her coffee cup as she looked back at me. Her scarred face contorted into various expressions as she tried to make something of what I had said, and almost in the same way she had tried to calm done Sam, it seemed she was trying to calm herself down so she could speak some sort of comprehendible language other than 'uhm'. "Wait, what?"

I nodded, licking my lips nervously as I glanced over to Sam – trying to make sure that I was in the safe zone.

But don't worry – I had a plan.

You see, while I was in the car making my way over here while my conscience tried to talk me out of it, my common sense had come up with what I like to call the 'Get the fuck out of there, or end up looking like Freddy Krueger Plan'. Like all my plans, it was likely not to work as of the intense insanity that was intertwined within every aspect.

First, if the shaking started and BANG! Out comes the wolf to greet red riding hood, AKA me, and I would, sensing that my face might get ripped up, would shoot out of my chair and bound across to the designated safe zone which I have labelled the plasma TV, because everybody knows that men do not mess with their TV's.

And if my face did get fucked up, I would join the circus.

I already knew my name.

Anna Krueger, Mutant fish.

Why fish?

It just sounds so cool.

And, well, maybe my amputated gills would come in handy.

Maybe I have some sort of underwater talent.

Just … stop, talking.

I smiled tightly, my fingers drawing circles into my cup. "Well, since you guys aren't at war or anything anymore - I kind of wanted Jake, Leah and Seth to get back into the pack."

Emily shook her head questionably. "Why, though?"

"Jake doesn't like being Alpha," I admitted, knowing I knew Jake hated dealing with having to command Seth and Leah. "He's only sixteen, Sam."

Emily nodded. "Anna's right, Sam – Jacob can't deal with a pack. And what about Seth and Lea-"

"They chose the other pack, and they can deal with it," Sam snarled, and he stood up - ringing his hands through his hair as he went and leant against the wooden pillar that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Why was he getting so angry about this? All I was asking was for Jake to be allowed to get back into the pack - allowed to be with his family again. He needed his family back, and they needed Jake - I mean, he was the rightful alpha and he deserved, at least, to be allowed back into the pack that he was meant to control.

I was confused, to say the least, at Sam's reaction - like he couldn't have imagine something as bad as what Jake, Seth and Leah did. It wasn't exactly a crime, it was more so a disagreement between a family, a disagreement that caused some of its members to take a different road to solving the disagreement.

A disagreement on the murder of a child?

What a fucking dysfunctional family.

Would you shut up!

I'm trying to be serious.

I'm just expressing my opinions!

I would rather you didn't.

YOU WHORE!

Calm down, psychopath.

I watched as Emily got up from the table, a sympathetic smile on her face as she went over to her fiancé - putting a comforting hand on his face. It seemed to surprise him, even though I'm sure he could have hear the noise of her walking across the room. She stood on the tip of her toes to speak so low that she was speaking in his ear, rubbing his back simultaneously like she was trying to console an angry, stubborn child.

And then I realised why Sam was so mad.

Maybe, just maybe Sam didn't want one of the three back - maybe he felt better about himself because Leah was gone. I know I would, yet it seemed like to him - it was a relief not having to feel guilty every time he had to interact with the woman that he probably would have loved if not for Emily, one of her best friends/cousin.

I kind of felt sorry for Sam.

He must still feel something for Leah, I mean, love doesn't just go away - he just must love Emily so much more than he ever would Leah. Yet despite this, I couldn't' imagine how hard it must be for him to have to speak to her day after day, to be inside her head where all she thought about - I'm assuming from Jakes constant complaining - was their relationship, and how much she hated what had happened between them.

Why do you feel sorry for Sam?

He left Leah for Emily - he's an asswipe!

You're an asswipe.

He's still cunt, I'm not denying that.

But what about Leah? She must feel like sit as well, I mean, she's the one that was screwed over in this mess.

I'm not saying, well, thinking that I don't feel sorry for Leah - but, c'mon, it's been nearly a year yet she hasn't got over it. Go fuck a couple of guys, and get over the fact that the guy that wasn't the love of your life left you for his soul mate.

What was he meant to do?

Ignore Emily - the woman that he was placed on this earth for?

Why are you going on about this?

Can we not focus on the issue at hand?

"Look," I said, listening to my conscience for what seemed like the first time in my life. "Jake needs you guys - you're his family, and Jake is a part of your family, so suck it up and just do it."

You're not trying to make friends here, are you?

This is how us Swan women do it.

This is how you Swan women end up dead.

"Jacob needs to come to us," He spat, and I wondered how small his penis was.

Ah, there we are - I was beginning to think someone had taken over Antoinette Swan through mind control.

You just know the Japanese have perfected it.

What?

I am actually scared for my sanity, at the moment.

When are you not?

When I'm asleep?

Nope - still insane.

I licked me lips as I sipped at the last of my coffee, and Sam shook his head - going outside and into the woods watched by the watchful eyes of his imprint and myself. I turned to Emily, who was shaking her head like she was embarrassed by her actions - her hands becoming full with the dinner plates they were eating off of before I came and interrupted them.

I was such a polite, considerate person.

I ran a hand through my hair, cocking a brow. "How do you do it?"

She looked up, raising one eyebrow - the one that wasn't altered by scars. "Do what, Anna?"

"Put up with that?"

She smiled to herself, adjusting her shirt which had ridden up her flat stomach as she juggled the dishes against her chest. "He's throwing a tantrum because his ego was hurt - it's not a part of his personality."

I nodded, before I leant on my hand – looking up at the imprint. "Em?"

She looked up from what she was doing, her eyebrows raising. "Yeah?"

"Is he still in love with Leah?" I asked, and I felt my conscience smashing me from the inside.

WHY WOULD YOU ASK HER THAT!

I DON'T KNOW - I'M CURIOUS!

You can't just ask someone if their fiancé/soul mate is in love with someone else!

Sometimes I wonder if you came out of the vagina, and your head was smashed against a wall.

That would be a likely scenario.

Because so many babies just come out, and get your head smashed against the wall.

Now, would you shut up and let me focus on the situation!

Emily sighed, shrugging. "I guess so - but not in the same way as he did."

"Have you talked to him about it?" I asked as I got up from the table, helping her with the dinner plates as I carried the dishes into the kitchen - placing them in the dishwasher as Emily started wrapping leftovers up.

"Yeah," She said, wiping her hands on the back of her tattered jeans. "I mean, before we got together it was the only thing I would ask him - 'why aren't you with Leah?', 'Why are you following me', etc etc."

I laughed. "He followed you?"

She scoffed. "Followed would be an understatement - he stalked me for two months before, well, before I got hurt."

"And that doesn't bother you? That he hurt you?" I asked, my eyes flickering up to her scars that plagued her face and I wondered how she had gotten over them - how she didn't feel the need to cover them up, or try to avoid all contact with society.

Emily looked up to me, licking her lips. "I wish it didn't happen, but it did and I can't change that. It was an … experience."

"How can you be so calm about it!" I asked her, my eyes wide as I tried to comprehend how she was being so … mellow.

She rolled her eyes, putting on the kettle. "Anna, I was angry about it. I still am, but it'll put me in a bad mood - don't ruin the mood."

I smiled, leaning against the counter as I ran a hand through my hair. "Okay, I'll try not to - I just, this whole imprinting thing is weird."

She scoffed. "Weird? It's, at times, a bit fucked up."

My eyebrows shot up as I heard the profanity slip from her mouth yet she didn't seem fazed by it - putting the salad bowl in her packed to the brim fridge. "Oohhh, is this a new side of Emily no one has seen before?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"Seriously," I said, sitting up on the counter top as I drummed my fingers on my denim covered thighs. "What's with the swearing? Are you drunk?"

She laughed again. "One glass of wine does not equal drunk."

"No, but c'mon, you've got a secret vodka stash - just admit to it."

She nodded. "Yep, I am so drunk right now," She went over to the window that sat amongst the wood, and she closed the open window which made the whole room filled with the freezing La Push air. "So, how's Jake? I haven't seen him in so long."

"He's … fine," I said, meeting Emily's warm, chocolate eyes. "Do you think Sam will, at least, think about it?"

Emily smiled, nodding. "Once I've talked to him, he won't have a choice."

I laughed. "We should hang out more."

I sighed as I looked out the window into the dark forest, wondering if Jake was out there - watching me, waiting for me.

God, that sounds incredibly creepy.

Like you've got some fucking stalker.

Well, I wouldn't mind having a stalker.

That's a little weird.

Well, no, I wouldn't want it like that.

I don't understand.

Well, it would be kind of flattering.

Your so fucking fucked up.

Thank you, thank you very much.

"Oh, shit," Emily swore, and I turned around - shock that this was the second time I'd heard her swear tonight.

I raised my eyebrows. "Forget to leave open the doggy door?"

She looked up to me, rolling her eyes as she went into the other room, sarcastically laughing. "You're so funny!"

"I know," I called back, smiling to myself as I looked down at my vibrating phone - Bella's name flashing against the screen. "Hello?"

"Anna?" Bella demanded, her beautiful, bell like voice coming out rushed. "Anna, where are you!"

My eyebrows furrowed. "I-I'm at Emily's - why? What's wrong?"

"You need to get here. Now." She hissed.

Okay, what had I done wrong? Had I left a tampon in my room or something? My mouth dropped open in disgust as I imagined what would happen if I left a tampon out. They wouldn't do anything with it, would they? I mean, I had disposed of it - but I had made sure hat I sprayed a hell lot of perfume on top of it so it would try to, well, mask the sent. Would they- would they … eat it? Oh, god, wo-would they suck on it?

What if Nessie had found it?

What-What if they had turned it into some sort of … tampopsicle.

Oh, god.

I don't even know what I'm hearing.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Is Nessie okay? She didn't go into my room, did she?"

Please say no.

Please, please say no.

Oh, god, she's gone into my room – she went into my bin and teared the plastic bag apart. She found my tampon, and and, well, she must have had a hankering for blood and then Bella must have found her … with it.

What was I going to do?

How was I going to look her in the eyes.

What if Bella had to give Nessie the … talk.

Bit early for that, don't you think?

Shut up, conscience.

"Anna," Bella hissed, and I could practically feel the anger radiating from her voice and I wondered what she was going to do to me.

Would she beat me up? Would she suck all the blood out of me? Oh, fuck, maybe she would behead me and then suck out all the juices – like an Antoinette smoothie, or some shit like that. Maybe they would just tear me apart and slurp out the blood like I was just some disposable drink. Oh, fuck, maybe they would boil me.

I had heard of that happening.

You know, in Romania.

It's just the name of the country – too 'nia', if you know what I mean.

But then again, I used to think Penslyvania was where Dracula lived.

So, I'm not very good with Geography.

I'm kind of hungry.

Where did that come from?

I don't know – I just have a hankering.

You want Cheesecake, don't you?

Little bit.

"Just get here," Bella snarled, and I could hear some yelling in the background.

Oh, god, was that Rose?

She had killed someone, hadn't she?

I just knew it was only a matter of time.

Someone that beautiful has to be fucked up in the head.

I bit my lip as I went into the living room, where Emily was frantically typing on her laptop and she looked up as I entered. As soon as she saw my face, which was contorted in slight horror and curiosity, she shot up – her eyes as she walked over to me.

Not before she stumbled over some sort of toy.

Must be Claire's.

"What is it?" Emily asked, her voice soft and soothing.

I shook my head as I tried to listen to what was happening on the other end of the phone, and I heard someone smash glass. Shit, they had thrown Nessie out the window! THEY HAD THROWN HER OUT THE WINDOW!

Maybe someone just dropped their glass?

No – nothing that simple happens in a vampire household, you fool!

Hey, I'm not the one that let my niece eat a tampon!

Yeah, let's not talk about that.

"Bella?" I asked, my voice desperate as I tried to listen further to what was happening – the sound of Edmund shouting and Bella shrieking hit my ears. "Bella, what's wrong?"

Silence met me.

"Something's happened."

…

Well, we had peace for three days - what can you expect?

You live with vampires.

Heres another chapter for you all,

Thank you guys for reviewing, I love you all so much.

Okay, I'm back at school - first day, fail an essay, but don't worry - It was on fuking poetry. However, I've got 3 more assignments that I have to do and I'm doing this.

I don't know why.

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