Camelot Chapter 46: The breakout of World War III, a twilight fanfic

"I think you still love me, but we can't escape the fact that I'm not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I'm not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I'm not angry, either. I should be, but I'm not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong."
― Haruki Murakami,
South of the Border, West of the Sun

VERSE]
We all got lonely days
Get stuck in a phase
I can see the sun is shining bright
Right on through the haze
I complain and say
Is this really my life
Now that I'm over you and I'm sober too
I can finally feel alive

[PRE-CHORUS]
But I won't give you my heart
Cuz it don't break twice
Just to let you know let you know
And if you play the part
And play it real nice
Maybe I'll let go
I'll let go

[CHORUS]
I'm sure you'll tell me
Anything under the sun
Like how you think
I'm special and the only one
Cuz normally I'd probably
Just get up and run
But you're looking
So damn good to me under the sun
[VERSE]
Are we on the same page
Don't need to play
All these games just to get a little
Feel the sunshine on my face
And I got paid today
Is this really my life
Now that I'm over you and I'm sober too
I can finally feel alive

[VERSE]
Well do ya get do ya get what I need
(Na na na nah na na)
Could you show me something
That I want to see
(Na na na nah na na)
And maybe you could get underneath
(Na na na nah na na)
If you watch the sun go down on me
(Na na na nah na na) Go down on me

Please don't be anything to do with tampons.

Please, please, please don't be anything to do with tampons.

Those words were the only thing I was repeating as I drove in the darkness, trying to not let my imagination run wild with all the different situations that my weirdness could conjure up. I breathed out a rattled breath as I tried to focus on the never ending road, my car roaring as it splashed through the countless puddles that resided in the uneven road.

What if something had happened?

Someone had been killed, or maybe Charlie had been killed – maybe Nessie killed Charlie in a lapse of judgement because she needed his blood.

Oh, fuck, what would I tell Mom and Dad?

'Oh, hey, Mum, Dad – guess what? Uncle Charlies been murdered by a vampire infant that is biologically your niece. What are we having for dinner?'

Yeah, because that would just go over so well.

You're such an idiot.

Oh, fuck off – I don't need this right now.

I chewed on my lip as I pondered all the possibilities to what could have happened. Maybe they had discovered fairies camping in the back yard?

Please be honest when I ask you: Are you on Meth?

I don't know.

Maybe this is a fantasy that has been concocted by my meth induced imagination.

But really, would it be all that strange?

It wasn't like I thought vampires were real before all of this. Nor did I go around thinking that werewolves also existed. But hey, they all kind of came together and formed some sort of organisation in the form of the Forks population. Maybe there was even mermaids floating around in the ocean singing fucking Disney songs in their fucking seashell bras with their violently red hair.

But lets be honest, Ariel got that hair from a bottle.

Hair is not naturally that red.

Maybe there was even mermaids floating around in the ocean singing fucking Disney songs in their fucking seashell bras with their violently red hair.

But lets be honest, Ariel got that hair from a bottle.

Hair is not naturally that red.

Yeah, because having a tail is so natural.

You know, I'm now beginning to believe that having a lobotomy is the best thing I can do to get my sanity back because I think having conversations with myself cannot be considered the tiniest bit sane in any society, in any culture or in any religion.

Maybe I'm just a tumour.

I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Oh it's definitely a good thing.

If I'm not cancerous.

Well, please don't be cancerous – I don't really want that infecting my body.

Maybe all of this, all of this shit that was happening was a sign from the universe – maybe the universe was saying: 'hey, Anna, but the fuck out of your boyfriends business you noisy , skanky ho'.

I doubt the Universe would call anyone a skanky ho.

I beg to differ – Paris Hilton is the epitome of a skanky ho.

Maybe this was Karma for butting into Jakes business, for asking for Jake to be back in his pack. It's not that I wanted to get into Jakes business, I just wanted to try my best to make him happy and now that all of this was over – you know, the whole vampire pregnancy and all – maybe he could go back to being a part of a family that he was born into, that he was meant to lead.

I could tell that he didn't particularly like being Alpha.

I could feel it whenever he was giving orders, or instructing Leah and Seth onto what to do – I could tell he didn't like doing it. He wasn't mature enough for the role, I mean, he was only sixteen for gods sakes – he shouldn't be the alpha of a pack that he didn't even want, a pack that was thrust upon him because of me.

I never wanted him to split with his pack, with his family.

I didn't want that for him.

I didn't want him to be away from his friends, away from Quil and Embry – away from their constant betting. I didn't want him to be away from the youth of Collin and Brady who I was yet to really talk to, but from what Jake's told me in his stories, I could tell that despite their young age and their annoying tendencies that he missed them.

So, could you really blame me for doing something that would make Jake happy?

The forest that surrounded the road did nothing to make the journey more reassuring; it just seemed to fuel every scenario that ended in an axe wielding serial killer decapitating me. I put the radio on, hoping that the music might soothe me – might take my attention away from Nessie and tampons.

It didn't work.

Did you really think it would work?

Nope.

I cleared my throat, wondering if I should call Jake or not.

No, I shouldn't call Jake – he was probably asleep, and he didn't need me waking him up, he barely gets enough sleep anyways, so he didn't need me calling him. And if I called him, I knew he would think something awful had happened and I knew that he would need to see me even though I would tell him there was no need.

I knew Jake a bit too well.

I shook my head as I tried to calm myself, and my imagination which was running wild with every possible scenario that could be unfolding on the Cullen property which could have made Bella call me in such a blasphemous fury.

Blasphemous fury?

You're not writing a poem, love.

Fumbling around the passenger seat as I tried to maneuver my hand through the countless sweaters, pants, bras and oh god, was that a half eaten apple? I cringed as I retracted my hand quickly, scared I might get attacked by a rat or some sort of racoon before I hesitantly reached back over to the passenger seat, quickly glancing over to passenger seat as I looked for what I needed to calm me down.

The only thing that would calm me down.

Well, apart from an orgasm.

But I'm not doing that here.

Especially not in this car.

I'm scared I'll get aids just from touching the steering wheel.

I felt a small noise of triumph come from my mouth as my fingers grasped the cool packet of cigarettes that I had hid away from Jake, away from his judgement and away from his knowledge.

I know I shouldn't be keeping the fact that I still had cigarettes stashed everywhere away from him, but I couldn't survive in Forks without having the sweet release of nicotine in my system, rushing through my bloodstream and calming my bouncing and always imaginative brain cells which had ultimately led to the concoction of having such a weird, and slightly too sexual conscience.

But I had to hide them from Jake.

He threw my other packet out.

Pulling open the small compartment, I smiled as I grasped at the fluoro yellow lighter as I looked back out through the windscreen. Lighting the small stick, I sighed in relief as I leant back in my chair – leaning one arm against the cool feel of the window while one hand kept control of the steering wheel. "It's nothing to do with tampons."

Doubt it.

Would you just support my ramblings for once?

Nope.

I was right though, wasn't I? They wouldn't let Nessie in my room?

They might have.

She's getting closer to walking, you know, she might have just walked up those stairs, opened the door and gobbled up the disposed tampon.

You're not helping.

I know.

I just like torturing you.

I hate you.

I hate myself.

Sighing in relief as I saw the entrance to the Cullen drive, which unfortunately was usually easily mistakable due to the trees which hid it, I carefully pulled down the dirt driveway – squinting through the darkness as I tried not to crash in a tree. The lights shone through the darkness of the trees, and I anticipated the sight of the Cullen mansion – something which you could usually see a minute into the drive.

And then I saw them.

Okay, what the fuck was happening?

I slammed on the brakes to stop myself from crashing into the pack of wolves that were snarling at the Cullen family, who were all in protective stance – crouching. Snarls were all I heard, apart from my rattling engine, and I can tell you know my jaw dropped at the sight that was before me. My eyes scanned over the wolves, and I narrowed my eyes as I looked over to the Cullen's – immediately seeing Jake, Seth and Leah snarling against their previous pack.

Guess reconciliation was fucked.

I could see Bella crouching as she readied herself to pounce, and I could see her mouth moving as she snarled at the pack, her usually pristine and newly elegant vampiric self was now nothing of the woman I had seen over the past month, but a feral predator – her prey in front of her. She seemed ready to fight and my mouth dropped open as I looked at the scene that was before me.

What the fuck happened?

I WAS GONE A COUPLE OF HOURS AND WORLD WAR FUCKING THREE BREAKS OUT!

WHAT THE FUCK!?

You're being a bit over dramatic about this.

FUCK OFF CONSCIENCE!

I didn't bother turning my car off as I got out, slamming the door to get their attention as I threw my hands up in the air. "WHAT THE FUCK!"

Some turned to me, while others just ignored me and continued to snarl at their opponents. I shook my head, wondering if I should go into my car and get out the pepper spray or maybe better yet – go into the garage and get Emmett's paintball gun and just shoot the fuck out all of all of these douchebags.

Alice, who seemed to be the only person responding to my crazed shouts, glanced over at me before she stood up from her crouched position – her face contorting in pain as she walked over to me and grasped my arm, her bright yellow eyes dim with fury as her cool hand made contact with my exposed arm. "What the fuck happened, Alice?"

"Collin imprinted," She said, and I raised my eyebrows.

Collin imprinted?

That was brilliant, I mean, that means he at least doesn't need to go through the whole awkward puberty thing where no one knows who likes who and then it becomes slightly awkward because you have to determine if someone likes someone and then, if you mistake someone liking someone for something else than that will just ruin the entire relationship and send you into a hormone induced spiral of depression.

I don't even know what you're saying.

Neither do I.

I'm pretty sure I've confused myself.

But shouldn't we be happy for Collin?

And if not, why are making such a big deal out of it.

"Good for him," I said with a slight shake of the head, narrowing my eyes slightly as I looked back to world war three over there, shaking my head. "But why the fuck are you fighting?"

Alice turned to me, gritting her teeth. "On Renesmee. He imprinted on Renesmee."

What?

That was all they were getting worked up about? Collin had imprinted on Nessie? Quil had imprinted on Claire, I mean, it wasn't that much of a huge thing – it just meant that they were soul mates: they were compatible in every way, and he would always be there for here, irrespective of what she wanted, whether that be a best friend, brother, babysitter, fuck buddy, or boyfriend.

He would always be there.

Shouldn't they be happy about that?

I mean, I wasn't exactly thrilled that she didn't have that much of a variety to choose from because surely, when Nessie grows up, she will be one banging babe and I kind of wanted to be her wing woman, but now Bella and Edward could be ensured that she wouldn't go sleeping around with strangers and contract AIDS or Genital warts.

That shit is serious.

I've seen the adverts!

"That's all?" I asked.

Seriously, that's what they were all freaking out over? That's why they had entered into battle? Are they insane?

You just asked if Vampires and Werewolves were insane?

Okay, maybe I'm slightly insane.

I'm not going to battle you one that.

Well, that's not very nice – I'm not that mentally unstable. I haven't gone on a rampage of murders yet so technically, technically I am still perfectly sane and have all of my marbles intact, and the probability of you being a tumour is extremely high. I don't know whether I should be happy that I'm not insane, and you're just a tumour, or shitting bricks because you may be cancerous and the harbourer of my death.

Alice looked to me, her eyes wide with shock as if she was trying to comprehend what I had just said. She seemed so … angry.

It was just so weird for such a little person.

"You-You're okay with this?" She hissed, her eyes narrowing slightly and I shrugged.

"No one's dead, are they?" I asked, and she shook her head. "And Nessie hasn't been up in my room, right?"

Alice shook her head, confused.

THANK THE ALMIGHTY SHEEP THAT IS THE CONTROLLER OF OUR UNIVERSE!

I breathed out a sigh of relief, offering Alice a slight smile as she shook her head – blinking as if she was seeing wrong before she threw her hands up. "You chucked the Xbox controller out the window when Emmett beat you, yet when your own blood and flesh gets imprinted on by a mutt you act like NOTHINGS HAPPENED!?"

"Okay, may I just add that Emmett cheated-"

He shot up, his eyes narrowed as he pointed at me. "I DID NOT! I won because you can't handle your cars!"

"YOU WON BECAUSE YOU PUSHED ME OVER!" I screeched, flailing my arms around. "That is fucking cheating, you-you douchewad!"

Alice shook her head, crossing her arms as she muttered: "I can't believe what I'm witnessing."

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes as I saw Jake growling at Sam – snapping his jaws and I rolled my eyes. "Okay, listen, this is ridiculous. Where's Collin?"

Bella clenched her fists, turning to me with an expression worthy of a psychopath. "Why would ask for him?"

I shrugged. "Because you're being irrational."

"She's a baby," She sneered, her eyes flaring.

I shook my head. "Well he's not going to stuff his penis in her mouth now, is he? That's not how it works, Bells, and you know it."

Edward, who was crouched beside her put a hand on her arm as if to restrain her from running at me and reaping me of all of my blood. "Love, keep control."

She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment before she opened her eyes – her lips pursed. "He imprinted on my baby – she's barely two weeks old!"

"Like I said," I said as I started to walk over towards the battle ground. "It doesn't work like you're thinking."

"Don't. Tell. Me. What. I'm. Thinking." She hissed through gritted teeth.

I put my hands up in playful surrender. "Calm down Dracula, I'm not as nosy as your husband. Just think about what you're doing, Bella. Collin will be like a body guard – he will protect her, and he will love her in ways in which she wants: he will be whatever she wants. You won't have to worry about lots of boyfriends because she'll always have Collin – she'll have him for eternity."

Bella snarled. "Its sick."

"It's imprinting," I said as I walked past all of them.

She narrowed her eyes as I passed her. "Where are you going?"

I shrugged. "I'm getting away from all of this and I'm going to see Nessie."

"Don't' call her that," Bella hissed, and I rolled my eyes.

"God, calm down – you're acting like you're a thirteen year old on their period."

Climbing the porch steps, I looked over my shoulder for Jake to see him phasing – grabbing his shorts and pulling them over his junior self as he bounded up the steps and wrapped an arm around my waist as I pulled him inside, breathing in a sigh as I was enveloped by his warmth which seemed to consume me.

"They'll calm down," I said as I looked at Jake, with a small smile, and he nodded.

"I know."

I smiled. "So, how did you find out about all this?"

"Leah called me." He said with a laugh. "Told me to get my shit over here before Bella eats Collin."

I cringed. "Poor Collin – he'll have them as in laws."

Jake barked out a laugh. "Fuck, you're right."

"I always am," I said with a coy smile, and he rolled his eyes.

"You wish."

I shrugged. "What can I say, I'm just that good?"

He offered me a small smile and I looked up at him as I sighed, tracing the dark circles that were beneath his eyes. "You need to sleep, Jake."

"Come with me then?" He asked as he motioned to the stairs, and I shook my head.

"No, I need to see Nessie."

Jakes face hardened as we entered the living room where Esme held Nessie in her arms, who was wailing. I let go of Jakes warm hand, separating from him as I smiled – lifting Nessie out of Esme arms with a laugh. "Oh, why are you crying Nes? Don't cry."

She whimpered, her bottom lip quivering as she put her hand to my face – asking about Collin and I gave her a reassuring smile as I sat down on the floor, where her toys were scattered across the floor and I gave her a small kiss on the crown of her head. "Don't worry about that, Ness, Mommy and Daddy are fixing it."

I looked up at Esme, and she sighed as she gave me a weak smile. "I'm just going to check on them."

I nodded as Nessie sat between my crossed legs, her hand still on my face as she asked whether or not I wanted to hear about her day and I nodded enthusiastically as I heard someone drop down on the couch. I looked up to see Jake sitting there, watching me and I cocked a brow quizzically, wondering why he was staring at me like that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Like what?"

I shrugged. "Like you were now – like all analytical."

He laughed. "You're talking about my stare as if I was doing an essay."

I couldn't supress the uncharacteristic giggle which escaped me. "Sorry, but you are."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Can't I admire my girlfriend."

I smirked, shaking my hair. "Admire away, Jake."

He wiggled his eyebrows, his eyes drifting down to my chest and I rolled my eyes - grabbing a discarded pillow which was sitting on the floor, throwing it at him. "What!?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not now."

"Later?" He asked, cocking a brow.

I pursed my lips. "Maybe."

He got a goofy smile on his face, and I rolled my eyes as I looked outside as Collins face passed through my mind again – Nessie looking up at me with her big, doe like brown eyes which never failed to surprise me. I shook my head down at her, smiling as I looked back to Jake – motioning towards the outside of the house.

"Do you think we should go back out there?"

He shrugged. "Na, let them fight it out."

"Ah, what the diplomat you are."

Heres another chapter for you all,

Sorry about the lateness of it and all but I went back to hell AKA school and have been rather pre-occupied with trying to not screw that up fro the past month and a bit. Anyways, I know this chapter is a little bit ick but it was the best I could do at 9:37. Hope you guys have had a good month, and I'll be writing you soon.

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