I do not own twilight or any of its characters, yada yada yada and what more there is supposed to be here…
Anyhow, my first fanfic… tell me what you think, all is welcome; critique, flames, positive reviews, whatever you like. Was it to long? Short? Bad grammar? Poorly written?
Everybody had a happy ending in Twilight… except Leah. She never imprinted in the story and thus never got her happy ending full of true love, (because the wolves seemingly can not find happiness without imprinting) despite the fact that she was portrayed as starved for love since Sam ditched her. I felt like changing that, or did I? And OCs! I suck at summaries, I'm new to all this…
Taking place some six months after Breaking Dawn...
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Chapter 1
"Young ones", the old man sighed. "No patience whatsoever." He walked along the side of the road, the people driving past only giving him a swift glance. He had quit the uncommon appearance, with his walking stick, cloak and hat with its wide brim. He was truly a strange sight. He halted his steps in front of a road sign which read; Forks 5 miles. "I just hope the silly mutt hasn't done something stupid yet… rushing ahead like he did." He sighed again and started walking again, headed to the town.
Six months. It had been roughly half a year since all the ruckus with those European leeches and their trying to kill the half-leech was resolved. Now everything was resolved, the leeches were happily living their disgusting unlives over on their end, the packs protecting La Push like they always had. Everyone happy as fuck since all was well and everyone had everything they wanted. "Everyone… except me…" the wolf-girl thought as she ran along the La Push border. Leah's thoughts were dark, bitchy and full of self pity as usual. Her alpha had quickly realized that the only one capable of patrolling with her was her younger brother, Seth. Since he loved his sister and had a seemingly unlimited amount of cheeriness inside of him he was the only one in Jacobs's pack who could stand being on patrol during her shift. Since wolfs from different packs couldn't communicate with each other, with the two alphas being an exception, they tried to make patrol shifts so that wolfs from the same pack ran together as often as possible. Their effectiveness in combat was severely diminished when they couldn't communicate, and most importantly coordinate, through a linked pack-mind.
"You know, if you tried to look at the bright side of all of this instead of focusing on everything that went wrong for you then maybe people could stand be in your presence again sis…" Seth thought. "Have you tried doing something you want lately? Go to a party? Study? Even dating?" Leah could both hear and see Seth's mental reaction to the thought of his sister dating, he was not only young but also quite innocent. She realized she must have hit an all time low if Seth, her sweet, innocent little brother, was suggesting she should consider dating to get on with her life. Seth in turn saw her concern that she was beginning to push even him away and quickly added; "I didn't mean it like that sis! I just thought a little time off could sheer you up you know. I'm sure Jake would give you some if you just asked for it, beside me he is the one who understand you the most you know." She couldn't argue with that, Jake did get her (even though she would rather have it that he didn't) and he often cut her some slack because of it. The more she thought it through Leah realized how much the idea seemed to appeal to her. "You know what lil' bro? I think I'll do it, I'll ask our mighty alpha for some vacation leave as soon as we get of the clock." She smiled as she ran through the forest thinking of what she would do when she finally got some time to her self.
As he rode through the town on his black chopper he was almost knocked off of it. "Holy Crap!" the guy thought. "I've never been in a town that smelled this much! Even the humans should notice this! The freaking smell of supernaturals is so bloody thick you could walk on it!" He tried to not breathe through his nose as he pulled up in the parking lot of a small diner. As he entered the establishment he could feel the gaze of every patron and each of the workers following him. He quickly made the assumption that this town, due to it being so secluded, rarely got to se his kind close up. He laughed mentally as he saw how the waitress struggled to determine whether to be scared of his appearance or to ogle his attractive body.
He was currently wearing a pair of tattered black jeans with several tears and scratches; his right leg being as long as it should still was torn at the end. The left leg was torn a couple of inches down from his knee, showing that his boots were in fact reaching up to a couple of inches just below his knees. For some reason the lacing on his left boot was lime green in colour, where as the lacing visible on the right one seemed to be crimson red. On his right knee he wore a metal kneepad with three big spikes on it, the kneepad itself was painted crimson red yet the spikes were uncoloured steel. Several chains hung from different places on his pants, some even looked like they held them together along with bolts and pins in places were the tearing was really extensive. The only thing he had on his upper body was a tattered black vest; it also had some chains for decoration but nothing like the pants. This made his torso and arms very visible to those who would want to take a closer look at his physique. He was tall and muscular, though not as big and bulky as those kids from the La Push reservation; his body was more slender yet nothing but muscles. It looked like he didn't have any hints of fat at all. There were big scars and some tattoos visible across his torso, arms and what you could see of his shoulders and back. His forehead was covered by a black bandana and he wore a pair of sunglasses, yet you got the distinct impression he had a young looking face from what you could discern from his smooth features. Smooth aside from the fact that he hadn't shaved in two or three days. His dirt blond hair looked like it had been longer but its owner decided to shorten it, only using some sort of cutting tool instead of scissors, it didn't reach down to his shoulders but it did cover his ears and his neck in terms of length.
He ignored the atmosphere in the room altogether, seating himself in a corner and ordering a beer and a rare steak. A devilish smirk crept onto his lips as he ate, thinking about all the trouble he could cause as a means to wake this little town from its slumber.