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Summary: Leah is sick and tired of people fawning over Emily's and Sam's new baby. She leaves La Push in hope of gaining some happiness herself.

Author's note: I will try to update all of my stories within the next two weeks.

This is a crossover of Twilight/Original's. This is rated T. Leah/Klaus pairing.

Chapter One

Leah's point of view

I hated being a shape-shift. I hated spending all my time near Sam and Emily, and their new born daughter; Chelsea Uley. I hated being considered a bitch by all my pack mates; except for my brother. I hated being invisible while all of the male members found their imprints, including my brother.

My mom was splitting all of her free time with Charlie or Emily. She even pushed my feeling to the side while she was helping Emily take care of her newborn daughter. I know that she is enjoying spending time with Emily, and I can see it in her eyes that she isn't caring any guilt on her shoulders about what I feel.

I hate living in the constant shadows. I hate that my feelings are always pushed to the sides or are ever constantly looking past me. By I guess that is a sacrifice that I will have to make. Sometimes I wonder that being the only one who isn't mated, a curse. Maybe if I can finally find my imprint I wouldn't be so overlook anymore. Maybe the sun will shine on me and give some happiness that I deserve.

I sighed, as I turned away from the window behind my kitchen skin. I slowly made my way over to the table, where my lousy meal of two containers of hungry man breaded chicken sat. My mom was at Emily's fawning over little Chelsea with my brother and most of the pack members, and surprisingly the Cullen's were all there. Not even a year after the Volturi left the Cullen's were aloud on tribal lands.

I frowned as I stabbed my fork through my frozen mash potatoes. Figures that I can't even do cook properly. Maybe that is the reason why Sam imprinted on Emily instead on me. Maybe I wasn't good enough for him. Maybe I'm not good enough for anyone.

Maybe I should take a vacation. Or even better yet why don't I move away from her. Why should I keep living in such negativity? Where would I go? Would I be able to survive being away from my pack? Most of our pack members need the constant connection. What if I get ambushed by the Volturi? And die a horrible death even before I ever truly lived.

I placed my fork down on my napkin, before pushing out my chair. I was twenty-one years old and still living with my mom. I was the only older one of the pack to still be living with my mother; not including the younger wolves, nor Seth. Jake, Quil, and Embry all are renting a three bedroom apartments. Paul and Racheal were living with her father since their house burned to the ground four months ago. The two older couples owner their own house or apartment.

I made my decision. I was going to move out and travel. Maybe I then would be able to find a place where I belong and am truly happy. It was a good thing that Alice Cullen can't get any visions past the pack. I didn't want any of them to notice that I will be gone, and hopefully out of Washington.

I threw out my plate of barely eaten hungry meal, before running to my room. I threw open my bedroom door. This was truly the only place that I was able to be myself. I can't do that in front of my family anymore, nor did I let me be myself around the pack.

My eyes glanced around my room, trying to soak up the happiest memories. The coral pink that adorned my walls was a project that I and my father did when I was eight. I remember it took forever to paint one wall, because we always stopped and got into a paint fight. I had the same bed since I was a teen. It was actually a birthday present from my father when I was fifteen. He took the time to make the bed out of oak, and single-handedly carved trees and wolves into the headboard. I know that I will be missing the bed the most in this room.

I shook all of the thoughts out of my mind. Thinking about my father still brought some sad memories of him up. I didn't think I could think that much about my father without crying. Making my way over to my closet, where I had to replace my wardrobe at least a thousands of times since I first shifted. I grabbed out two of my old duffle bags, and placed them on my bed. I didn't know how much time I had left before them came back from Emily's, so I just threw all of my clothing into the two bags.

I took my photo album that I had on my closet shelf out and carefully stuffed them into my bag. I went over to my mattress, and kneeled on the ground. I lifted up a single floor board, and pulled out all the money that I have saved since I was sixteen. I think that this money was going to last me for a couple of weeks, if not months if I decided to spend some weeks as my wolf.

I grabbed both of my duffle bags and through them on my shoulders. I knew that I was running out of time. I sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen. I took a piece of printer paper out of the printer, and scribbled a quick note:

Mom and Seth:

I had to leave. I couldn't stay here with the dark cloud covering my head. I wanted to find some happiness that I know I deserve. I don't know where I will be going or how long I will be gone. I wish I could tell you everything that I'm thinking but it wouldn't fit on a sheet of paper. I love you guys never forget about that. Seth, please take care of mom for me.

Love,

Leah Clearwater

I taped the note on the refrigerator where I know one of them would see it. I looked around the kitchen one last time before I headed out to my old hand-me-down car that my father gave to me before he died. See ya latter La Push, I thought as I got into my car.