Desperate gasps filled the air, broken mirrors shattered against dark hardwood floors. A scream the reverberated through an open space, bloodied fingers pressed against an arm wound. A bite and a suck, a bite and a suck, the smell of a hospital can kill all senses. A figure stumbled down a flight of stairs and through a window, before they got up unscathed. A bite mark scar that shimmered under direct light is left on the skin of the victim, a constant reminder of them facing death and being able to walk away.

A wolf snarled and gnashed their teeth together as claws raked over a olive toned face. Cries filled the woods as a streak of red curls flew past, and loud paws slapped muddy water against pristine human legs. Glass and blood fell to the floor as one, a girl fell to the ground with a clatter- a snarl worked it's way out of a too perfect human. Alone in the wood but not alone, alone in the wood but not alone. Warm arms envelop a person left in the woods, and cold arms leave a person alone on their front porch. One had a hole punched through their chest, the other with an idea that sat at the tip of their tongue that the destruction was their fault so if they had to suffer, was it such a bad thing? Somewhere, a clock tower chimes as a bright yellow car revs it's engine.

Cold lips kiss away teardrops, and it's the flash of golden eyes in the wood that calm a fast beating heart. A boy goes missing, a girl, a boy, a girl, a boy. A flash of red curls and a twist of cherry colored lips that mouth the promise of full stomachs and a chance of a hand at vengeance. It is shameful really, as the only thing full is their mouths filled to the brim with sickly sweet blood. Red eyes flash as bodies emerge from the sea, each person without swimming gear. Snarls fill an open field as growls attack, and fires burn bright as destruction wanes.

It started of simple, really it did. A late period, the swell of a belly, a bruise on the skin, a cracked rib- before it transformed into a terrifying rip that sent chaos across a family. A declaration of a promise that brings a calm to the storm, before a hurricane emerged. Tiny feet jump to catch a snowflake that had made it's way out of a cloud, and it's the cries of an everlasting child that abruptly stop the peace. Promises of a fight linger on chapped lips, and red eyes greet golden like old friends. Black cloaks are there to bring destruction and they can't leave before they bring another soul to the plane of nonexistence. Happy endings were spun for fairytales, and it's hard to believe there would be such a tale about monsters with red eyes that drank mouthfuls of blood- at least, not a happy ending. There's a hidden promise between words spat from behind clenched teeth, the promise of not a fight that day- but the possibility of one in the future.

It is done.

"It's the same thing every time. Over and over." Evelyn explained, her eyes trained firmly on Carlisle Cullen's, as she sat across from him in his office at the local hospital. "It repeats over and over- every time I sleep I see the same things. It starts over, and finishes before I can open my eyes."

Carlisle's frown deepened at Evelyn's explanation, and her fingers voluntarily loosened from around the spiral bound sketchbook that she held. Carlisle eyed her hands quickly, taking notice of the dark splatter of ink that was under her fingernails- and the charcoal rubbed against the sides of her palms. Carlisle's pager buzzed on the table, and his eyes widened at the words that ran across the screen.

"Chief Swan's daughter is coming in." Carlisle briefly explained, and Evelyn closed her eyes as she nodded- a realization flooding her mind that the painting she crafted last night of herself sleeping in might've held a higher purpose. Carlisle watched as Evelyn ripped a page out of her sketchbook, before she flipped it face down and slid it over to Carlisle.

"I just... I don't know what to do. I'm exhausted Carlisle." Evelyn rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands, and Carlisle slid a small piece of paper over with a small smile.

"It'll make you sleep, it's just prescription strength melatonin. Nothing addictive, just helpful." Evelyn took the note with a small nod, and slipped out of the room before Carlisle had a chance to say anything else. When he picked up the sketch, Carlisle's hand curled around his desk to steady himself with a whimper. His boy, his Edward, in a tuxedo with Isabella Swan against his side- clad in a white wedding dress. "This isn't the best thing."

Jasper wrapped his arms tightly around Evelyn as the girl whined in her sleep, her whole body quivered as Jasper shushed her. The vampire felt awful for leaving Evelyn alone for the past day and a half, with him hunting last night and then her not going to school that day- he realized how much she relied on him to get a proper nights rest.

Evelyn had explained that she sometimes saw things in her sleep, but when Carlisle explained that Evelyn was getting nightmares- it shook Jasper to the very core. Of course he was used to Evelyn's prophetic dreams, but they were usually visions of math test answers- not glimpses of red eyed vampires. Jasper reached out to the girl with his power, and used it to very carefully pluck at the sleepiness that was under her skin. He'd stay here all night doing the same thing if it meant Evelyn Brown got a decent night's rest.

When Evelyn woke, Jasper still held her close to his side with one of his arms- the other held a book that he was mindlessly flipping through. Rain pattered against Evelyn's roof, the noise almost caused Evelyn to drift back to sleep- but Jasper tutted as he wrapped his other arm around Evelyn, his book forgotten.

"Good morning darlin'. You sleep okay?" Jasper questioned gently, and Evelyn nodded her head as she yawned before she scrunched her nose.

"Don't want to go to school today." Evelyn hummed, and Jasper let out a small laugh- before he nodded his head to the window.

"I have to go though, was absent the past couple of days. Do you want me to ask Rosalie and Emmett if they'd stay out with you?" Jasper wondered quietly, and Evelyn smugly smiled as she wiggled deeper into her blankets.

"Yes please."

Rosalie and Evelyn laughed as Emmett coughed harshly on the coffee he had tried, even though Evelyn told him it was a bad idea. Rosalie also had decided it'd be a good time to make a joke- which caused coffee to come out of Emmett's nose.

Rosalie smiled fondly at Evelyn as the girl jumped to grab a fistful of napkins from the front, a shy blush on the girl's face as she asked the girl behind the counter. Evelyn was dressed in a denim skirt with one of Jasper's button downs tucked into it- her hair twisted back with tiny faux diamond clips.

Evelyn helped Rosalie mop up the spat out coffee, before Evelyn turned her head at the chime of the bell the door of the cafe made. A group of men came in, each in cut off jean shorts- one with a pretty native girl with scars down the right side of her face. Evelyn lifted her hand in a small wave when the men looked over, though their faces all twisted into scowls when they looked at Rosalie.

"Rosie? Who are they?" Evelyn asked quietly, and Rosalie's jaw ticked as she glanced at the men. Rosalie shook her head firmly, her cold hand soon found it's way on Evelyn's lower back before she used her free hand to snatch Evelyn's coffee up.

"No one Eva. C'mon we still need to go the art supply store." Evelyn pouted but shrugged, and her head turned as she was ushered out of the store- briefly connecting eyes with one of the men as she left.

"Who were they?" Evelyn later questioned as she sat in the backseat of Rosalie's convertible, and Rosalie let out a sigh as she merged off of the highway. Rosalie's manicured nails tapped against the steering wheel as she thought, and maybe it was in a brief moment of Rosalie wanting to keep Evelyn to herself- but Rosalie decided she'd be selfish. Just this once.

"Did you know that the Quileute tribe down in La Push are supposedly decedents of wolves?" Rosalie questioned, and Emmett took a sharp intake of an unnecessary breath as he side eyed his wife.

"Wolves? Real actual wolves?" Evelyn questioned, her voice pitched as she leaned forward in her seat.

"Real actual wolves."

That night Evelyn dreamt of a pack of wolves that ran together in the woods that surrounded the La Push reservation, as she curled up in Jasper Hale's embrace.

Somewhere in the distance, a wolf let out a mournful howl.