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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 17:58:00 GMT -5
This was why he had wanted to tell Kate. She could have kept an eye on Annie when the rest of the pack was busy and when Jake or Embry wasn’t with her. Unfortunately for him though he hadn’t yet sat down Kate and told her that her younger sister was a werewolf. He’d have to do it soon, he decided.
He could hear a rapid conversation of Spanish on the other end of the line and raised an eyebrow. He knew more French than Spanish but it didn’t take a genius to tell whoever she was talking to was more than just a little upset.
Sam was conflicted; he didn’t think Annie would phase but at the same time, could he take that risk? The answer was no. He couldn’t. “Annie, look, I’m sorry,” he tried to soothe her, worried that if he ordered her she’d get angry, even though she’d end up having to follow it anyway. “Relax,” and his voice was stern, clearly an order, one that she like the rest of the pack could not refuse. Emotions were always harder to control than actions, though. “I can stay if you really need to be here, but I’d much rather leave.” He could compromise with her, but she’d have to meet him half way. And he did have a few flights of stairs to think of a reason as to why he was here in the first place.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 28, 2008 18:10:40 GMT -5
She was getting pissed again. Annie could feel her hands shaking so she simply formed tight fists, and winced with a quick curse when the glass still stuck in her hand pressed up against the skin.
There were several things she wanted to say. 'Don't tell me what to do,' had risen to the tip of ehr tongue, but she had swallowed that one back. She had a feeling that Sam definitely wouldn't appreciate that and might kick her ass for it. Sarcastic comments like 'Yes sir' or 'Si senor' also came to mind, but once again, she didn't wanna get yelled at. So, she simply muttered "Hágame," under her breath, knowing (well, hoping) he wouldn't understand or hear her. ((Make me.)) She did, however, take a few deep breaths a moment later. "This is as calm as I'm going to get for the time being. Sorry." No she wasn't.
"Just give me a few minutes," Annie managed, with a soft sigh. She could wrap it up quickly if she had to. "I'll just say bye." She'd come back later, whether he wanted her to or not. There was no way she was staying away for long.
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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 18:18:55 GMT -5
Sam couldn’t help but be irritated by Annie’s behavior but didn’t say anything about it. People always tended to act differently in times of crisis, and she had been nice for the time he had known her. “Annie,” he said slowly, hoping she’d take his words to heart. “I know it may not seem this way to you, but you can phase so easily.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, moving the phone away from his mouth so she wouldn’t hear his sigh and get even more upset.
She would never understand how dangerous she was until she felt her powers at their full extent. And that scared Sam, for many different but strong reasons. He didn’t want to see what he’d seen happen before countless times; one pack member losing their cool at the wrong moment and succumbing to the animal inside of them. Thankfully this hadn’t happened in front of a human out of the know yet, but it could, and as long as there was that chance he had to be careful.
“Just, please, be careful. I’ll wait outside. Bye.”
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 28, 2008 18:24:31 GMT -5
"Sam, I know easy it can be. I know. But I can't just leave when my damned cousin is in the hospital, bueno? She's my best friend. I just..I can't do that. Not without at least talking to her for a few." She owed her that much. "I'll see you in a few," she promised, rolling her eyes as she closed the phone. She stepped around her cousin and slipped into her other cousin's room, closing the door behind her.
Pain didn't even begin to describe it, especially when Juno started telling her it wasn't her fault and that she was okay with everything that was happening. Annie had to get out of there then; she was starting to shake again, and tears were welling up. So, smiles were fakes and goodbyes were said, and then she high-tailed it out of there.
She resisted the urge to punch the wall as she headed down the stairs (she was so scared of elevators), pulling out her cigarettes as she hurried down them. Nicotine calmed her down, she'd learned, and helped her to keep from phasing. She lit one up the second she was outside and closed her eyes, taking several deep and shaky breaths. Sam was right. She needed to get out of there before something bad happened.
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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 18:32:17 GMT -5
He caught sight of her and bit back the curse on his tongue. Emily was an ever-present voice in his mind, one that did not like vulgar words. Any one pack member could tell you about the countless times she’d had to whip out her wooden spoon.
She looked angry and upset and he wished Jake was there, because he was so attuned with his fiancé that he wasn’t sure what to say to any other girl to comfort her. Trying to stay calm and not panic at the way her hands were shaking, he touched her gently on the shoulder, lowering his head to get a good look at her face. “Are you alright?” Barely waiting for an answer he began walking to his car, dark eyes scanning the parking lot, checking for potiental witnesses. “Come on, hurry,” he called to her quietly.
Though he wasn’t happy that she was this close to phasing he felt relieved that his instincts had proved true and that his decision to have her leave was the right one. Too many times he doubted his decisions and it was always nice to have them turn out to be right.
He opened the passenger door for her, concern written all over his face, though he said nothing.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 28, 2008 18:43:44 GMT -5
She resisted the urge to pull away from him when he touched her shoulder, as much as she wanted to. She didn't want to be touched at the moment (she might have even pulled away from Jake), just in case her temper got the best of her. When it did, the nearest thing or person near her usually got hit, and relatively hard.
She pushed those thoughts aside and simply turned her head to exhale the smoke she'd just inhaled away from him before speaking. "No," Annie said simply, shaking her head. "I'm not." She wanted to punch something again, but judging by the fact that her dominant hand had glass stuck in it, that probably wasn't the best idea. She took a few more deep drags on her cig before flicking it aside, hoping that her hands would stop shaking.
She followed after him and managed a tight smile when he opened the door for her, murmuring "Gracias," and slipping in, immediately moving to unwrap her 'injury'. It wasn't bleeding anymore, obviously, but the glass hurt like hell. Well, fuck, this was a wonderful day.
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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 18:55:52 GMT -5
Worry flickered across Sam’s usually calm face at her words and gestures. She was a part of the pack now but didn’t seem to understand the bond that tied them. He was concerned for her, not only for the people who could get hurt, but because she was a part of his wayward family now. And family stuck together, family helped each other. It would always be different as long as she let it be – she wasn’t La Push-born, and it was only by a strange turn of fate that she had ended up here, in the middle of a hundred year old war in the first place.
He got behind the wheel and drove away from the hospital, feeling the stress leave his body with every mile they left behind them. Hospitals held bad memories for him.
“What do you want to do about your hand?” he asked, letting his eyes leave the road for a moment as he glanced at her. She obviously hadn’t taken to the ‘cut it open’ idea. Maybe Emily would have a better suggestion. Preferably dealing with sedatives.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 28, 2008 19:04:17 GMT -5
Annie didn't bother with the seatbelt, knowing she'd possibly survive any crash due to freakish healing abilities, and she never had liked them much; she always blamed claustrophobia. So, she curled up on the seat was was usual. She couldn't do anything normally, including sitting correctly in a car. Oh, well, whatever.
She allowed her gaze to find the window for a moment before she closed her eyes tight, trying to calm herself down. The shaking had started to stop, but the burning behind her eyes had not. She cursed, "Mierda," under her breath once, twice, and then just bit her lip hard. Despite not being cold, she absently flicked the hid up on her cousin's hoody (he'd insisted she take it) and pulled her curls forward over her shoulders. And, with that, she was comfortable.
She looked down at her hand when he brought it up, and shrugged. "Something that preferably isn't your first suggestion." But she knew that the glass had to come out eventually. Of course, she had to get one of the most sucky things stuck under her skin--she was just that lucky.
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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 19:09:53 GMT -5
“Well,” he said in an offhand sort of tone, “You could always try phasing and see if it comes out with your skin. But I don’t think that’ll work.” He gave her a wry look. “No one has ever punched a mirror before, you see, so I’m not exactly sure what to do, either.” Turning back to the road cheerily, he added, “Emily can probably think of something, though. She’s good with this sort of stuff.” He’d have asked Kate to do it but there was always the matter of explaining how a piece of glass had found its way under her sister’s skin.
The small blue house that he called home soon appeared and he parked the car, finding familiarity in the darkness of the night instead of the irrational fear he had felt as a child. To a person like him, shadows were friends.
He opened her door for her and tried to smile despite the look on her face. “Come on inside.” A light was on inside and he could smell something on the wind. “Emily probably has something to eat if you’re hungry.”
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 28, 2008 19:18:09 GMT -5
"Bueno," ANnie mumbled, grimacing. "I didn't want to punch the mirror. It was just..there." She absently poked at her hand, and winced a little. "I was pissed, and it was the closest obect to me. So, being an angry Spanish girl, I owned it. Probably not the best solution, but.." She trailed off, deciding to just be honest with him. He'd find out eventually.
"The doctor was talking about how she needs a donor, and since that's supposed to me but I can't do it anymore, I just got so mad at myself." And thus, there were blood-splattered shards of mirror on her cousin's bathroom floor. She had every reason to be mad at herself, and that was how she was justifying having punched the mirror. No one ever said that her logic made sense to anyone but her.
She shook her head when he brought up food. She had no appetite what so ever at that point. "I can just go home," she offered, nodding and offering a quick, faked smile. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother or anything. ..Well, too late for that, but you get what I mean."
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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 19:31:36 GMT -5
“Try punching the wall next time,” Sam advised. “Plaster isn’t so bad.” Or so he’d heard. He hadn’t lost his temper in a long time. Hey, someone had to be in control.
He knew how she felt. Guilt was the nastiest thing you could live with. There were still times, looking at Emily’s scarred face, where he felt the shaking of his own hands. He’d never forgive himself though she had insisted time and time again he was forgiven. It’d never be enough. And his problems with Emily didn’t even touch his overwhelming guilt for Leah. But if he started to think about that now it’d show and he hadn’t picked up Annie to unload his issues on her.
“God has a way of letting things work out fine. I’m sure she’ll be alright.” He had always been a religious man, even more so after phasing. He couldn’t think of anything more comforting than the mention of a higher power, no matter what you called Him.
“If you’re sure…” he trailed off. He couldn’t keep her there, and didn’t want to force his company on her. “Do you want me to give you a ride home or walk?” He was pretty sure she could take care of herself against anyone or anything lurking in the darkness.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 28, 2008 19:39:51 GMT -5
"I wasn't exactly thinking about the pain factor," Annie admitted, rolling her eyes at herself. "I was more-so just looking for a way out of phasing. ..Besides, punching things is what I do when I'm pissed. You should've seen my door in our old house in California.." Let's just say she'd put up a full-length mirror on it to avoid answering uncomfortable questions from Kate.
"He sure as hell has a shitty way of showing it," Annie mumbled darkly, glaring out the window. She'd lost her faith in God long ago--she felt as if he'd abandoned her, and now she was sure he had. "With all the shitty things that have happened to my family, especially." It sucked, but she always had to push through. Always had to be the smiling one.
"I think I've probably bugged you enough for one night," Annie said, figuring he was probably sick of her by this point. She was good in small doses, after all. "And I can do..whatever." She just wanted to be away from the hospital, and she was. For the moment, however, she was poking at her hand, wincing every minute or so. "..This is going to be fun to get out.."
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Post by swivelteeth on Apr 28, 2008 19:45:01 GMT -5
He laughed darkly, thinking of all the things the pack had broken over the course of the past few years. Too many to count, unfortunately. “Most of the pack would agree with you there. And I’d rather you break things rather than people. Tell me if you ever need something fixed, though I’m sure Jake would be more useful.”
He knew better than to force his opinions on anyone so he just waved, smiling tightly. “Nah, me and Em don’t mind. And good night. Tell Kate I said hello.”
“…and good luck with your hand,” he added, wincing in sympathy for her. The pain barely bothered him anymore, pain from anything, but he could see it was probably going to be a very different story for her.
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