A/N:I'm sooo sorry for not updating my story. I was going to post a compensation crack-chapter, but I didn't have the time to write it today. Sorry! I hope you enjoy this, though... Maybe this is how I'll end my story...

Reviewing gets you cookies. :) flaming gets you a pissed off Volturi. Who are all coming after you.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

One Way

When Jacob entered his house after coming home from the Cullens', he was surprised to see Leah in the kitchen, talking to Billy. He was even more surprised to hear what she was saying.

"You seem to know more of our legends than anyone else in La Push," she began, and Jacob silently sat down in the living room so he could listen, "and I was wondering if the legends ever said anything about how to kill a werewolf."

Jacob was shocked to hear this, and wondered if she could seriously be considering killing Sam – or himself. Both men had hurt her deeply, no matter how much Jacob hated to admit it.

"You are not planning on testing any methods out on anyone in the pack who ticks you off, are you?" Billy asked, sounding genuinely concerned as always.

"Not at the current time," Leah replied, easing Jacob's nerves slightly. Although the air of respect with which she spoke to his father did scare him a little, it was not very Leah-like.

"That's good to hear," Billy spoke, the calmness in his voice slightly unnerving to anyone who knew the topic of which he was speaking, "but I'm sorry to say that suggested ways to do away with a pack member are nowhere in our legends."

Jacob took that opportunity to announce his presence to the house by loudly closing the front door and walking into the kitchen. He summoned a look of surprise to his face when he saw Leah, but she thanked Billy and left before Jacob got a chance to inflect that surprise into his voice and actually speak.

Over the next weeks, Leah avoided phasing at all costs, and when she did, she kept her thoughts blocked off. She had spent great amounts of time researching on the Internet, and finally chose her last resort.

She went on-line and bought herself a ticket with a good chunk of her life's savings. Leah packed a single suitcase and readied herself to leave. She had a flight early in the morning from the Seattle airport, and instead of waking her family to say goodbye at four in the morning, Leah left notes for Sue, Seth, and Jacob, respectively.

She wrote each recipient's name neatly on an envelope, stuck the note in, and sealed it, knowing that by the time they had read them and figured out what was going on, it would be too late.

I'm sorry I did this to you, but know that I love you and always will. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better child.

I'm sorry, really I am. You deserved better from me, and I never gave it to you. You deserved a better life, a better sister. I love you, even if I never say it.

The goodbyes were left on the counter, and Sue was terrified when she woke up and read hers. She sat at the table waiting for Seth to get up and read his. Then Jacob was called and he rushed over.

Each note was personalized, meant for just the person whose name was on the envelope, and when Seth and Sue read the note for Jacob later, they did not understand. They didn't, but he did.

Emo bloodsuckers are not the only ones who can buy one-way tickets to Italy.