Andy tripped over her feet, stumbling back away from the new puddle of blood staining the couch, away from the chaos that was disappearing up the stairs.

Jacob was shouting something, Edward calling as a voice of reason, and she found herself darting up the stairs, banging her knees painfully against the steps when she slipped on her way up. It felt like she was skidding, sliding in and out of control as she chased after them, forever too slow to keep up with them.

She found them in the room set aside, put together expertly by Carlisle in his work to make the change as successful as possible because she knew, treaty be damned, that they weren't just going to let her sister die because of some stupid treaty that told them no. She would find a way to travel back and change the rules herself if she had to, everyone else be damned.

Everything seemed so far away from her now, skidding and blurring as if she was running in place, forced never to move. The room was like a light at the end of a long tunnel but the walls were closing in and she was strapped to the floor, frozen as if time itself destined she become a statue forever meant to cry in place, forever meant to hear, to witness but never see.

Then there was more yelling, a hair-raising shriek that blossomed a flare of white-hot fire shooting through the torso — ripping her in two as her stomach split and her back screamed it's protesting. Andy went stumbling in the wall, a silent scream coming free as it punched through her chest.

It came out in a burst of white bolts that were jagged and rough, pulsing it in a wave as she crashed down to her knees.

Warm hands, fiery hands, grab her around the middle pulling her away from one blaze only to fall into another. Thoughts muddled, she can't get out a comprehensible word that describes the pain that ebbed back, drawing away the further they pulled her away to be replaced by her sister's screams in her ears instead of her own.

"No! NO! Take me back! Take me back to her!" she shrieks, kicking as much as she could in such a tight hold.

"Stop! Stop, I can't! Jasper!" the sweet voice in her ears didn't match the temperature that enveloped her, didn't match the heat that flared up her spine and made her legs numb.

"I have to be with her!" she screamed, voice cracking on the sound.

"You can't be near her," Alice told her firmly, hefting her up and into her arms firmly as she carried her down the stairs and out of the house into the cold of the night.

Fresh September air burst into her lungs and she slipped to her knees with a pant, shaking in place as feeling slowly began to return with the clearing of the cloud on her thoughts -- shedding the sense of bearing broken and torn apart to feel it all for a mind-numbing sense of nothing as she sat listlessly on her legs.

The glow of the house did little to illuminate the darkness of the forest that stood before her, the shadows in the trees picturesque as she took in the luminescence that mixed with the night. Her fingers itched for a camera, twitched with the need to hold something to steady her to this moment.

There was nothing, only a vast emptiness and a dampness on her cheeks.

Alice returned back inside. She could hear her struggling to restrain Rosalie, working to get the blonde back under control as Jasper stayed firmly at her side, hovering by her shoulder in silent support.

If anyone could understand what it was that she was feeling right now, it was him no doubt. He was in tune to these things as well, had been the one to teach her how to separate herself from everything else, how to make it less personal.

But it was all too late for that, and sometimes it just couldn't be helped as she found herself drowning under the rippling effect -- slipping down, down, down, further and further from herself as she floats empty.

"Andrea," his voice is soft, soothing with the familiar lilt, "Now isn't the time. Come back."

She knew that it wasn't the right time to lose control, that she was needed elsewhere, that her sister was in tremendous pain that was only going to get worse and her little niece or nephew needed her, but she couldn't move from where she had sunken into the dirt.

There was something that she was missing, something wrong.

The door slammed open, Jacob stumbling from the house to crash down a few feet from herself in tears, heavy sobs ripping from his chest as he hugged his knees.

Her breathing grows heavy, rushed pants and gasps that blow her to her feet.

"No. No, you stop that," she snaps, swaying on her feet.

Leah comes skidding out of the trees, fur wooshing with the wind and Seth is close behind, shoes still untied.

"She didn't make it," the boy said quietly and the words sounded so wrong, so false, that she recoils from them with a hiss, ignoring the sound of Lynn's frantic approach as Andy twists on her feet unsteadily and rushes back inside with Jasper close behind her.

Nothing stops her as she rushes into the room this time, throwing herself to Bella's side with a whimpered sob as Edward continues to beat at her unmoving chest.

There was so much blood around her, so much cold space.

Her hands shook as they came up to press against her sister's cheeks, one travelling down to press at her throat.

And then she screamed, collapsing around her as she hastily hung tight to her shoulder, face pressed to her unmoving chest.

There was no breath in her lungs, no beat of her heart, and it was like that time on that beach all over again where she dragged her sister from an angry ocean and pumped the life back into her veins.

It had always been her and Bella against the world, her and Bella as best friends forever. This was wrong, it was wrong and terrible and for the first time, her sister had truly gone somewhere that Andy couldn't follow -- she had gone and left her behind, left her to face the world on her own, left her to deal with everything on her own without her and--

And she had never gotten the chance to let her know how much she loved her, she had never gotten the chance to say a proper goodbye because they had pulled her away, they had stolen her chance and she was...

The howl cut through her grief, replacing it with a swift, cold rage that swept through her being, drawing her to follow after Edward with steady, quick steps as he ran to meet his family out front.

Andy was only a minute behind, brushing by them to stand next to Lynn that was readily snarling at the trees. The other two were gone and she didn't much care where they went, not when all the support she could ever need right now, all the support that would mimic her righteous anger was at her side.

Because Andy was in mourning, Andy had just lost her sister and they were coming now to steal more of her family from her, coming to steal the last piece of Bella that she had left.

"There's too many of them," Alice voices, the fear in her voice clear as she makes her way to stand firmly at Andy's side -- proctective as Jasper gravitates in the same exact way.

"We're outnumbered," Jasper adds.

"I won't let them hurt my family," Edward swears.

She glances to him, eyes searching, and he nods. Her pack, their family. He wouldn't be afraid to hurt them, and she wouldn't stop him if that was what it came to.

They would heal. They healed exceptionally, and if they could just get them to leave, then everything would be fine.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" she asks softly, the sound of their paws on the floor as they grow closer impossibly loud.

Edward swallows. "It's a girl. Renesmee."

"Renesmee," Andy repeats, nodding to herself.

Their eyes glow as they appear in the shadows. She recognized Sam immediately, tall and strong as he stood before them.

She bares her teeth in a snarl, a silent challenge as he turned his gaze to her and away from a blood-covered Edward.

"You don't have to do this. You can just go away now before anyone gets hurt."

A growl tears from the darkness. Lynn's responce is twice as fierce.

Then Sam lunges.

It's a blur of movement as they all rush to meet one another and Andy grits her teeth, pulling forth her grief and pain, and shoots it out at the Alpha who decided that he was going to kill her sister, the Alpha that was the cause of all of this because he thought that he knew best.

He staggered, collapsing to the dirt with a whimper as she pilled more and more and more. Every terrible feeling, every terrible thought and pain that she had felt in her entire life , focusing it into this one moment and this one man remorselessly, mercilessly.

She staggers, black sludge leaving her in a slow stream as everything else came forth in jagged spikes, ripping free from her untamed and wild.

The answer was clear to her as she reaches for him, everything else around her just a background blur, and places her hands to his snout -- uncaring of his sharp teeth that bit near her hand in warning.

"It's alright. It's okay," she whispers in a voice so unlike her own, a voice that didn't sound like herself at all. "It'll be all over soon--" she brushes her fingers mechanically through dark fur-- "we're gonna fix this together."

Gold shines from her hands, mild shock lancing throuhg her mind as she keeps one locked in his fur and the other comes to rest against her own chest over the steady thump beneath her skin.

There are growls around her, fearful cries, but Andy doesn't look to acknowledge them. If she stopped it wouldn't work, if she turned away the spell would be broken and he would be free to hurt her family more.

She focuses on the drumming, the steady thump-thump that raced under her fingers.

And then she pulled, yanking it forward like water from the lungs and swapping it with her own. Her heart stops, quite literally, the glow flickers, flares in a panic, before it shoots out and slams into Sam.

He yelps, staggering to his feet as Andy slums back, gasping as she claws at her chest, feeling th beat their strong and steady as he shakes himself out in a daze. He was fine, he was still healthy and strong with a beating heart in his chest that worked as it was supposed to. His healing had kicked in just as she knew it would.

She counted, pointing out each wolf and heartbeat as she heard them. The extra one that raced upstairs, fluttering and struggling with each thump as it forced the blood in her veins to move, in a silent fight against the venom, had her sobbing once more, curling in on herself then and there as she wrapped her arms tight to keep herself together.

Loose pieces fell between her fingers, shattering on the floor beneath her as the violence stopped, all watching as she fell and fell and fell.

There was no place to land, no place to settle doesn't just feel. They were fighting around her still, the wolves responding with a vengeance as Sam was returned to them once more and the anger she felt was equal still to her misery. 

As much as she wanted to help, the only way that she could do that now when things were such a mess was to let it go free without a target and risk hitting her pack, her family, him -- because he was here somewhere, fighting against them with the wish to kill her niece, her family. 

Andy's hearing comes back with a pop, rising her out of the water as one of the wolves slips through, Emmett launching him into a tree as he runs part -- and good lord, when did they return -- and she spins, races to the steps and throws her arms open wide, hands stretched out before her. 

Death felt like lightning in her palms, like electricity crackling and wiping at her skin. 

"Enough!" Jacob's shout stilled her as she had her hands raised up before her. "If you kill her, you kill me."

She was frozen, fingers curling inwards at the confidence of his voice, at the steady presence of Alphad at her back, of protection, of her equal. 

One of the wolves shifts itching to move past, and Jake through himself forward, large stance rippling with his snarls that had them backing away, ears pulling back. Sam shrunk inward as Jacob faced him -- each step he took forward, the black wolf took back. 

Her breath remained stuck in her throat.  

"Jacob imprinted," Edward said, almost blankly. "They can't harm her. It's their most absolute law."

It leaves her in a puff of air, legs collapsing beneath her. She pants, head spinning. Her mouth is cold, dry. Blood splatters on her hands as she coughs. 

She can only stare in confusion, eyes unblinking as she takes in the scarlet droplets against pasty skin. Warmth surrounds her in a moment, Lynn curling around her with soft whines as she noses at her neck sniffing. 

The shift is unnoticeable, most of Sam's pack already gone. Carlisle and Edward inside already to check on Bella. She wanted to check on Bella. She couldn't make herself move. 

"What's wrong? What happened?" Lynn mumbles, her warmth leaving behind prints that only bring the chill on quicker. "What's wrong?" 

"I'll gert Carlisle," Jasper said. 

Alice is careful at her side, keeping a distance as she watches the shivers, touching light and lingering as she presses her fingers to her neck. "It must have been whatever it was that brought Bella back," she mutters, eyes tightly shut as she focused on the future. "What did you do, Andy?" 

She smiles. "I fixed everything." 

"You fixed Bella, but now we have to fix you, stupid," Lynn chides, arms around her flexing. 

Twigs snapped and tore as he rushed back out in a pair of shorts hastily thrown on to cover himself. He was panting, shaking from rage or fear she couldn't tell, but his eyes were hollow, empty as he looked at her. 

They were a pair of shorts that she had seen Jacob in at one point, a pair of old pants that they had repursed to fit more comfortably. They were nice on him, the pant cut suiting him quite nicely. 

Though, she liked everything that he wore. 

Leah was already moving past him, clothes held between her teeth that she dropped near Lynn, shuffling back with a sniff before she darted back into the forest. Patrol, or rahter, to ensure that they weren't going to try and come back anyway to attack for the breach in treaty. 

With two Alpha's it wouldn't be pretty to see what would happen if they decided to differ in opinions. 

"Let me see her," Quil growled as he stormed over, running to be at her side. "Why is she bleeding? What happened?!" 

"Stay away! Try to touch her and I'll kill you," Lynn hissed, shielding Andy with her body. 

"Stay out of my way, Cameron," he snarls. Emmett tenses, not yet having moved from his tense, ready-to-fight position. 

But that didn't mean much when he was often ready for anything. 

She drew in a small breath, tongue swiping to taste the blood on her teeth, and watched as Quil and Lynn argued. It was so strange, everything felt so strange, so distance and rough, she could feel it like a fire in her veins, reaching forward to conquer her heart. 

Ice and fire battled silently as she sat there spitting blood from her mouth. 

The heat soared, head pounding, and Andy screamed as she fell. 

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2020-05-08