The Outcast She Wolves by Maddyson Ruby
Characters: Leah and OC
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit. All recognisable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
WARNING: There will be some language in this fic, if you don't like it, don't read it! This will mostly be minor but the F-bomb may be included from time to time. If you aver think I cross the line from T to M, then let me know and I will up the rating.
EDITED TO BECOME A MULTI-CHAPTER STORY, 10/8/2012
Chapter 1
Leah's POV
All things must come to an end. Whether it be your game of Monopoly or your life. It all must end.
My relationship ending was just the tip of the iceburg in the fucked up series of events that is my life.
People say I'm bitter and a bitch but hey, that's up for interpretation. Getting angry is the only way for me not to fall into a deep abyss of pain and never get up. Getting angry is what keeps me alive and helps me find the strength to get up in the mornings. I have my anger, that's it. Others turn to drink or sex or alcohol - but me? My anger is my coping mechanism.
But underneath all that burning anger is pain. Heartwrenching, soul-deep pain. Pain for being a Protector. Pain for my father's death. But most of all, pain because my so-called sister betrayed me. She claimed to love me but in the end she screwed me over... just like everyone else.
My own mother prefers Emily to me! Seth, the happiest bloody kid in the world prefers Emily, because in his own words "It wasn't their fault, Leah. Let's just forgive and forget, eh?"
All the Pack see me as is the clingy ex-girlfriend who won't go away, the bitter bitch in the corner. The only one in the world who understands me is probably Ashlynn. She phased after me and is probably the only person I actually have in the world. Sure, Mom and Seth say they love me but after all this time I can see through lies really well - I've been telling them for years.
Ashlynn was another bitter bitch in the Pack according to Paul 'Man-whore' Lahote and the others. Ashlynn's only family was her grandfather, Nathaniel; he had Alzheimers and finally was put out of his misery.
The thought of being alone - having nobody - was enough to make her phase. It was that final minute push over the edge for her. Her parents Mikayla and Darren died when she was seven, causing her to be shipped about the foster care system before they finally got in contact with her maternal grandfather. But the five years she was juggled from carer to carer, foster home to foster home was enough to cause irrepairable damage to her. I should know, I've seen it all.
When she first phased she barely even noticed a difference - she was trapped in her memories, the ones she tried so very hard to supress. They just kept coming at her like tidal waves, threatening to pll her under. The rest of the Pack bailed within the first minute but I stuck it out. I saw everything in those twelve hours of memories - the beatings, the abuse, the gut-wrenching, soul-curdling pain she felt. I saw it all. It hurt like a mother fucker and staying wolf through it all went against every instinct I had, but I managed. What can I say? I'm determined and stubborn when I want to be.
At the end when she finally snapped herself out of it I was the only one there. The rest of the pack had bailed on her at the slightest hint of her pain.
As soon as she had ascertained all that I had seen she went on the defensive. She cursed me out, she attacked me but at the end when she had calmed down I showed her my memories. My betrayal, my grief and my heartache were all laid open for her to see.
After that day we were inseperable - the bitches of the Pack. The ones that not even the council would dare cross.
When Ashlynn was relaxed enough to understand what had happened I began the explanation.
You're a wolf, a Protector of the Tribe I thought at her, though my mental words did have a somewhat bitter tone to them. She mulled it over internally before nodding her large wolfish head.
Cool she replied to me before pondering something momentarily. Answer me this, how much does it take to get us drunk?
I don't know. The boys have never tried and I've been ordered that I am not allowed to get shit-faced. I had replied, somewhat bitterly.
Hon, we ain't gonna get shit-faced... We're gonna get rip-roaring drunk!
That one single, seemingly insignificant sentence started our friendship. Whether we would admit it or not, we loved each other wholeheartedly, though platonically and we were all the other had in the end. That night we drank ourselves into a stupor that was so deep it took us an entire day to work off.
Sam had not been happy about that one. But, as Ashlynn had said, fuck him.
We all have our coping mechanisms but Ashlynn did things slightly differently. She rebelled. If there was a rule, she broke it. Even Sam's orders couldn't bind her (nobody knew why). Old Quil seriously suggested putting her up for pack execution. But Billy called that barbaric and Sam agreed stating that it wasn't fair on the boys to have to do that. The Boys, not Ashlynn, the boys. How fucked up is that?
My thoughts exactly. But, anyways, she rebelled against Sam, the tribe, the Elders - everybody. When Emily tried to mother her and nurture her into submission she promptly told her to fuck off and leave her alone. Hell, she even pissed on his front lawn just to irk him! It worked very well in my opinion.
Ashlynn and I knew everything about each other, I could recognise the dark look on her face when she thought of her torturous years in foster care and her childhood. Same as she could look at me and tell when I was being a masochist. I needed that. I needed her. We needed each other.
The final straw was when we made Nessie, Jacob Black's halfling imprint, cry. I thought she deserved it - not everybody wants images thrust inside their mind. The pack were getting along with vampires, not merely co-existing with them - getting along! Mama Leech would cook for the Pack and we would be expected to eat it! If your gonna make friends with vampires, they better be bloody interesting! The Cullens were so... commonplace and dull that it was almost painfull. Of course, my opinion doesn't matter does it?
Ashlynn and I assisted in saving Renesmee but Jacob decides we have outlived our usefulness in his pack and we are then thrown into Sam's pack! That betrayal stung us deep as it was uncalled for and we were happier back with Jacob;
After a long and boring council session it was announced that Sam was kicking us out of the Pack. For good. Told us our services were no longer needed and that the boys did fine without us. Ashlynn and I took that and headed out into the big wide world together. We needed to break free. And we did.
