After all was said and done with the leeches—Well, even though they were 'friends' now or whatever, that didn't mean they weren't still bloodsuckers—Leah figured all the fun was over. Like her mission in life was complete.
"How depressing." she mumbled.
It was hot as hell that night and though the air conditioner was on, even with her inhuman warmth, it didn't help the situation. She felt jittery, edgy but most of all she had this warmth between her thighs that she couldn't altogether place. When she had confronted the council about it last week but they were just as useful as tits on a bull. It seemed to her the pack knew—but honestly? Men.
She pressed her thighs together desperately while sitting in the living room—Seth was out with the pack, at the Cullen's house. Her mother picked up on her silent frustration.
"Leah, honey? Are you okay? Do you want another hamburger?" she asked softly, wiping the dishes clean.
That was the last thing on her mind, Leah thought with a frown.
"Nah, I'm good. I think I'll go for a walk." she said, rising from the couch and shivering briefly when the air conditioners breeze swept across her skin, sending goose bumps in all kind of places.
Her mother watched her carefully before continuing to scrub sauce off of Seth's plate.
"Hormones" she muttered mutely, but Leah heard it before closing the front door.
When she finally reached the Cullen's house, the smell still sent her eyes watering and her nose ached slightly. She shook the feeling off before pulling her jacket tighter around her frame. Every now and then she would loosen the clothing with a slight grimace. First it was too hot, then it was too damn cold. Stepping onto the porch of their home, she didn't bother knocking on the door.
Bella's creepy eyes found hers just as the door opened.
"Leah!" she murmured, sounding slightly amused at her presence.
And was it really bad to be thinking about taking the bitch down?
A low growl sounded in the hall and she found herself smiling in Edwards general direction knowingly.
Apparently it was.
She found joy in teasing Edward like tha t. T hinking crudely before grinning innocently. She made mental note once on Bella's non existant virginity and how it didn't count when you had sex with something that was considered dead.
Suddenly, Bella frowned, and she breathed in, breaking her from her inside glee.
"Leah, what kind of perfume are you wearing?" she asked almost faintly. Leah raised an eyebrow.
"None." She brushed past Bella, who stood still, drinking in Leah's scent deeply.
Seth looked up and grinned over a plate stacked with Spaghetti, his other arm lazily draped over the back of the couch.
"Hey, sis, you gotta try this!" he said through a mouthful, and she saw a tiny chunk of meat fly from his mouth. She raised her hand and slapped him across the head. "Keep your mouth closed," she said with an eye roll as the room was filled with the low rumble of a laugh. She looked around, counting the heads in the room. Paul was sitting with Quil and Embry, discussing the movie Tekken and how it just wasn't the same unless you were playing it. Sam was sitting beside Seth, watching the game absently. The younger brats of the pack were busily texting away on their phones. And then she looked over to the corner where Renesmee was giggling happily, and it still sent chills down Leah's spine that this kid was half vamp'd or whatever.
Leah could not believe the sight before her, thought, after a moments pause.
Jacob was playing dolls. With Renesmee.
And he was smiling.
Suddenly, without warning, Leah felt a laugh escape her lips—and then that seemed to set Jacob off because he looked up, narrowed his eyes and then his face went slack as he too began to breath like a person who had been holding their breath. And it wasn't just Jacob and Bella—the entire pack; including the brats and a reluctant Sam—began to tilt their heads this way and that, searching for the source of this scent. The laughter died in her throat.
"What the... What" Embry said between breathing in. "Is that?"
Leah knitted her brows together and took a deep inhale through her nose. She couldn't smell anything—just felt.
The air around her was warm and cold, drifting towards her like unwanted smoke, and again, she rubbed her upper arms through the material of her jacket, the pin prickle of goose bumps sending her on edge.
Something touched her calf and before she knew what was happening, a loud snarl escaped her throat and she leapt away from the contact, hackles raised.
Mick, one of the brats, jumped back and whimpered from her. He must have been searching the scent.
She stopped for a moment.
"What the hell is going on?" Alice asked coming down the stairs, finding every pair of the packs eyes on Leah as the room came to a stand still.
"I think," Bella said slowly, standing to Leah's right as she yet again took another unnecessary breath. She touched Leah's shoulder and before Leah could help it, she let out a sort of whine that sent her eyes wide with shock at the sudden outburst.
Bella took a look at Leah's face, turned to Alice and casually threw over her shoulder; "That Leah is on heat."