Once Upon a December

A long time ago vampires, called the cold ones, invaded the Quileute tribe's land. The tribe killed the male instantly. What they figured was his mate, immediately wanted vengeance and began killing off the tribe. What those two vampires didn't know, was that there was a third following them. She was different than them; faster and stronger. The third vampire, for some unknown reason, helped the tribe kill the other two vampires. She went down in their history as a friend to whom they owed a debt.

She's come to collect.

When Anastasia crossed the border over into La Push, she couldn't help but to smile. She could feel the wolves trailing her every move. As she walked down the street, she saw a woman come out of a bookstore. You could smell the werewolf radiating from her. See the scars that marred her otherwise beautiful face, Anastasia couldn't help but to think 'tough love'. She stopped the woman, and looked her dead in the eye. She didn't enjoy using her compulsion, but it had to be done. "You will tell me your name, you have known me for years, you will invite me into your home, and later introduce me to Quil Ateara. Do you understand?"

The woman nodded and began to speak, "My name is Emily Young, and you are..."

"Just call me Ana."

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The pack stood at a distance but Anastasia could still hear their whispers. "Emily swears to know this woman, but none of have seen her before." The alpha, Sam, whispered to the other wolves. "She reeks of leech. I can tell she is one, but we're in public. We can't attack."

She looked up at this, and caught Sam's eye, "Don't worry about your precious treaty, I know how it works."

"Then you should know better than to cross the border into our lands. The treaty states-"

"I told you not to preach to me about the treaty boy," Anastasia growled, "I was there when it was written."

Sam was about to argue back when an older voice interrupted them both, "Ana, is that you?"

"Hello Billy, it's been a while." She smiled. Many watched confused at the exchange between the elder and the vampire.

"Tell me about it," Billy laughed. "I haven't seen you since I was eight years old. That was fifty some odd years ago."

"Billy, you know this woman?" Sam asked.

Ignoring Sam Billy continued, "I apologize if they caused you any trouble, they're just pups, they don't know any better."

"Don't worry, all is fine." Ana replied. "Billy, it's been a few hundred years since your tribe promised me a favor. I've come to collect that favor. The last time I was in La Push, I spoke with a man named Quil Ateara. Where is he?"

"I'm not sure, but he should be here shortly."

"I'm here now, it depends on whose asking." Said a voice from behind Billy. The white haired man who looked back at Ana, faintly resembled the young man she once knew. "Ana?" The man said softly.

"It's good to see you Quil. A long time ago I asked you of an old coin. I asked you to find it for me, have you found it?"

He reached up and pulled on the leather cord he wore from around his neck. Sure enough on the end was a small gold coin. He held it out to her, without asking any questions, and took a seat ready for Billy to start telling the stories.

"You all know the story of the cold ones," Billy said looking around at the confused faces of the wolves, "You know Taha Aki saved our tribe at one time, but he did not do it alone. The legends speak of another woman, eyes just as red as the other cold ones, but she did not fight with them. Instead she killed them. The tribe owed her with our lives. Her name was Anastasia, and she is standing right there."

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Edward lead the sleepy Bella to her house, ignoring Charlie's yells. He layed Bella down, and she asked him to stay, but he didn't. It didn't feel right.

"Is she still alive?" Edward asked Drake, as they sat on the couch. The only ones in the house were Drake, Alice, and himself.

"I believe she is, though no one has heard from her in awhile." Drake said doubtfully. "So how you been man?"

"You tell me, you did find me asking to die in Italy." Edward smirked.

Drake rolled his eyes, "You always have been a bit of a dramatic."

Alice busted into the room looking alarmed, "Edward she's here."

"Who? Victoria?" Edward asked, concerned for Bella's safety.

"No the woman from the memory. Anastasia."