HONEY BEE !

     ana’s gaze moves to the child in bella’s lap . they have told her about the hybrid - how quickly she grows . it makes ana uncomfortable & it is not long before her hazel gaze moves to the trees in front of them . ‘ we all do that . not talk i mean . sam told me to tell everyone i went for a trip to california . . ’ she sighs , shakes her head . there was nothing left back home for her , the excuse was ridiculous . ‘ but you left him right ? when the bloodsucker came back ? ’ usually , analee is not so harsh but her anger is right near the surface these days - a pot just waiting to boil over . 

      climbing in , her bare feet hit the carpet with a muffled thud . she knows brady got off patrol before her , came home while she tried to calm down . it was harder for the young wolves - but ana felt as if it were hardest on her . her entire body was tingling from the change as she pulled her friend into a hug , half - sob and half - laughter falling from her lips . ‘ i - ’ but the gag order stops her short from what she wants to say so she pulls away , looks down as she goes to sit on the bed . ‘ yeah - in california . i came back early . ’ she mutters , hands playing together to ebb off her anxiety . 

       ‘ was jacob this much of a mess ? you know - when you knew him after he phased . ’ brown eyes move to look at the girl , nose wrinkling . she had never much liked bella - even less now that she knew what she was . / @olympiclamb

         her hand knocks on the window , shoulders shaking violently . she has not seen her friend in weeks - has gone incognito since phasing . it’s what they have to do . sam’s rules . brady didn’t want bryce to know everything - but analee needed someone to talk to . if brady saw it in her thoughts later . . well , she’d worry about that then . ‘ b ? are you awake ? ’ / @crazedsouls

        ‘ i don’t know what’s happening . ’ her lower lip is trembling . it has been so long since she was in her human form , unable to control her phasing . / @weretective

       her head nods as she stifles a yawn . better not to let him know she’s so tired - she had to be strong for him . ‘ oh yeah tons of trouble . i don’t have the exact plan yet but you should be very scared . ’ of course the threat would have come off scarier if she wasn’t speaking through the yawn , her voice small and squeaky from sleep . still she gave him her best attempt at a menancing glance before her eyes lit up at the sight of a couch to lay on . ‘ i can stay up if you need - watch over everything . ’ she isn’t much help on that front - but at least she can bring him information if he needs it . still she moves forward and lays down next to him - turning her small body until she can fit in the small place his large one has left behind . petitie - it had never come in handy so much until now . with a small smile she lifts her hand up to begin playing with his hair - bodies pressed together in a way that makes her skin tingle & breath come fast . this is just jacob she tries to remind herself - just your friend . and yet for a moment she wants to move closer . to be held . instead , she refrains . ‘ shh , jake sleep now. i’ll be here when you wake up . ’  

    ‘ but you have to go . ’ ana complains , falling backwards onto bryce’s bed . as always , she had come through the window . doors , analee believed , were so ordinary  . ‘ who cares if brady says no ! he’s not the king of the world . ’ / @crazedsouls ( for bryce ! )

     however , ana does not answer at first . her brow furrows as she remembers her father - telling her the legends at night . makah’s had been her favorite - the ones her mother sang to her as she brushed her hair . those were all musical , the quileutes instead had a sadder history . ‘ the third wife . ’ she realizes finally - ‘ i remember that story completely . it was so sad how she had to sacrifice herself - - but so . . . romantic . ’ her carefree grin is back as she looks up at him again as if judging his approval at her memory . ‘ her husband was . . a wolf - guy right ? he liked wolfed out because of the . . ’ again she loses the memory and sighs , shaking her head . ‘ i just remember there was some kind of monster . ’ a shrug of her small shoulders - she’s distracted by tracing patterns on his bare shoulder with her finger tips moving down his chest to his abdomen marveling at his skin . ‘ i wonder what actually happened . my dad always said they were based in truth but if there’s any locals morphing into gigantic dogs i haven’t seen any . ’ she giggles at the ridiculous notion . werewolves , yeah right . 

bloodied  knuckles  |  tear  stained  cheeks  |  rust  |  a  busted  lip  |  claws  |  fangs  |  a  bloody  nose  |  chattering  teeth  |  a  dark  space  underneath  the  bed  |  scratching  noises  on  a  wall  |  creaking  metal  |  fog  |  dancing  under  moonlight  |  blood  dripping  lips  |  heavy  breathing  in  the  dark  |  a  feeling  of  unexplained  dread  |  a  figure  in  a  dark  corner  |  dirty  peeling  wallpaper  |  a  bloody  handprint  on  the  wall  |  sobbing  in  the  dark  |  bite  marks  on  the  skin  |  eerie whispers  |   a  hood  covering  a  stranger’s  eyes  |  the  growl  of  a  hidden  animal  |  the  sound  of  a  blade  being  sharpened  |  a  deep ,  dark  forest  |  walking  on  the  streets  alone  at  night  |  a  cobweb - filled ,  abandoned  building  |  eyes  darting  in  paranoia  |  a  heavy  beating  pulse  |  the  feeling  of  being  trapped  |  struggling  to  get  out  a  scream  |  boards  covering  broken  windows  |  a  quiet  graveyard  |  a  gas  station  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  |  a  road  that  never  ends  |  heavy  fog  rolling  in  |  the  scent  of  blood  in  the  air  |  eerie  old  photographs  |  walking  along  train  tracks  at  night  |  a  chill  going  up  the  spine  |  gathering  crows  |  a  dusty ,  dimly  lit  study  |  mist  over  a  deserted  cobblestone  street  | ghost  towns  |  shadows  around  a  campfire  |  the  sound  of  chanting  |  church  bells  tolling  |  an  orange  harvest  moon  |  a  broken  down  carnival  |  a  dirty  stuffed  animal  abandoned  | wiping  bloody  hands  on  fabric  |  nightmares  |  waking  up  in  a  panic  |  a  power  outage  |  heavy  lightning  storms  |  a  secret  trap  door  |  the  feeling  of  being  watched  |  fear  from  trauma  |  a  Ouija  board  set  out  on  a  table  |  an  eerie  doll  |  a  scream  of  anguish  and  pain  |   withered  plants  |  a  room  that’s  been  forgotten  and  gathered  dust  |  owl  eyes  in  the  dark  |  curled ,  dead  tree  branches  |  a  ritual  altar  |  flickering  candles  |  a  lantern  held  up  in  the  dark |  fear  of  being  followed  |  creaking  floorboards  |  repressed ,  horrible  memories  |  clenched  teeth  |  soft ,  echoing  piano  keys  |  an  old  book  covered  in  dust  |  many  pairs  of  glaring  eyes  |  stumbling  in  pitch  black  darkness  |  being  stranded  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  |  tarot  cards  on  a  table  |  a  trail  of  blood

my child on her first day in la push sdfj.