Chapter 1

The Beginning

LeahPOV

"Bye Senna…Zafrina" I hugged the two vampires as they hugged me back; the cool morning breeze whipped our hair about.

"Goodbye Leah, we will miss you dear friend." Zafrina pulled back, she squeezed my shoulders before pulling away fully

"I cant…express who much thanks and gratitude I have towards you two…I just…" I stepped away, eying the two people who changed my life drastically

"No need when we already know" Senna grinned knowingly

"Right" I took a deep breath, this is it. I gave them each a tentative smile before pivoting. In front of me the Amazon stretched for miles. The sun peaked over the lush treetops. Spanning its light across the jungle.

My life has changed. I have changed. Considerably. I thought the life I once had was it. It was the max. Oh how wrong I was. There past two years have been the max. That is definite. I will miss Senna and Zafrina, so very much.

They have grown to be like sisters to me and I to them. We exchanged mobile numbers. I can tell you one thing, those girls are weird. They make their own clothing and they built their own house, no technology what so ever.

They can go without feeding for weeks, but it eventually takes its toll on them. The one thing they swore they could not live without were their phones. Strange, strange people I tell ya. Zafrina misplaced her mobile once and shit went down. She tore half the jungle up looking for it. I of course don't have a mobile.

I could steal one I suppose. Or maybe buy one. Hmm.

I had 11,087 kilometres (6889miles for you non-Aussies) to go before I was home.

Home.

Oh how I have taken advantage of that word. Where was home?

Was it here in the Amazon with Senna and Zafrina? Was it in Brazil? United States? I don't exactly know, but that's all right, more adventure for me right?

One step was the start of one journey, the end of another. Soon one turned into two, two into four and so on so on. No turning back now. I pushed away the clawing tree branches and they vines that hung from the canopy. I knew this route.

I shrugged my old torn backpack up my shoulders. If my backpack could talk the stories it would tell. The secrets it would spill. The mysterious it would uncover.

Every step was a step closer to one home. A step further away from another.

It had been two years since I had communicated with anyone from the rez. After the 'almost' battle with the Volturi I needed a break.

So I left.

I ran.

And boy, did it feel great. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and the torn old backpack. Did I care? Nuh. Should I of? Maybe.

I was halfway through Wyoming when it happened. I was 'attacked' by a nomad vampire. I was unprepared.

I don't remember much of the attack. I remember waking up two months later in the amazon with two red eye vampires studying me. I thought I was dead. I mean, no wolf can be bitten by a vampire and survive right? WRONG!

I did, I don't know how or why. But I did and for that I am thankful. The vemon…mixed with my wolfy genes. Creating me, whatever the heck I am.

My still dark skin sparkles in the sunlight. Yay?

I don't drink blood; I can survive on human food. Yay!

I am so fast! No on could catch me if they tried, not even Edweird and his little corpse bride.

And the power? The strength? It's intoxicating. To be so powerful and know it. It's amazing.

And my wolf? Holy shit! I can snap a vampire in two just by biting it! My wolf is fast and hell do I like it. I would not be surprised if the strength of my wolf surpassed that of Jacobs.

Jacob. He was another reason why I left. When I pledged loyalty to his pack and I lost the link with Sam's pack…we grew closer. He brought out the better side of me. I was still a bitter harpy around others. But when Jacob and I patrolled together, I was the old Leah. The fun one.

And then Jacob imprinted on the spawn. I was heartbroken. I refused to patrol with him. I didn't want him knowing the little ol' Leah had…feelings for her alpha. I couldn't stand to watch someone else I care about being taken away by their imprint. Again.

I have kept well hidden from the Volturi, Senna and Zafrina made sure of it. Which I am thankful for because under no circumstances do I find myself joining them and their little…play group. We heard they were coming for me once. They wanted to…analyse this new thing. God knows their heads were spinning.

Two hybrids in the span of one year. They certainly were busy. I had to leave for a couple of months then. So I left to Cairo, Egypt.

I met up with Amun, Kebi, Tia and Ben. They took me in after hearing my story. Amun was hesitant at first but Ben and the others out voted him. I left when everything was clear, back the Amazon.

For all I know, the pack and everyone think I am dead. Which I most certainly am not.

I feel bad at times. I left my mum and Seth with nothing. Nothing.They probably think I'm a two year old corpse lying somewhere in the ground, buried under years of erosion.

I had been running for three days now, another positive of my vampire/wolf thing. I never get tired. I can sleep. I still do. But I don't need to.

Hmm. Where am I?

I took a deep breath in.

Mexico. I could smell the food. Mmmm Tacos and Nachos. I may have to make some…umm…refreshment stops.

Two or three more days of straight running and I will be home.

Home.

I couldn't help the giddy grin that stretched across my face. I brushed back a feather that had fallen in my face. My hair is adorned with feathers and beads.

It gives me more of an Amazonian look. Not to mention my clothing.

On my feet I have my trusty fur ugg boots. They aren't actually ugg boots, they just look like it.

I have on a fur skirt that falls to mid thigh and has a slit up the left side. My shirt…I wouldn't classify it as that but hey whatever floats your boat right? My shirt is basically a one-shouldered crop top. It stops just below my breasts and shows enough cleavage to keep the boys guessing.

And guess they did. I visited a small Mexican village, under the cover of dark obliviously. I made a family's year. I bought 6 tacos and 5 plates of nachos. I experienced a food coma after that but I did not regret it once!

Crossing over the border of Mexico and Arizona was bloody amazing. After my little stop over in the village I avoided civilization for the remainder of my trip.

I scaled the Grand Canyon, jumping across the gorges at the dead of night and climbing the towering cliff faces. I am such a rebel. Being a…volf? Wampire? Lets stick with hybrid, being a hybrid meant that I had wicked strength. I could catapult myself from side to side.

I sat on the highest peak and watched the sun rise. It was breath taking. It always is.

My trip through Nevada and Oregon were slower. I took my time, taking in the familiar land. The snow capped mountains and lush forests were sending me down memory lane. I walked the mountains, wrestling with mountain lions and howling at the moon. Cheesy I know, but I was curious.

After a week I was here.

Washington.

Oregon.

I was on the dead border.

This is it; the last leg of my journey.

I'll be home soon.

Home.

My real home.

Holy fuck! Nerves were setting in.

The sun was setting. Because I was so used to blending in with the crowd, being unnoticeable, I kind of took that into my vampire life. I wouldn't say I could go invisible; it was more of a blending thing, like chameleons.

Oh Taha Aki. After two years, its still there. The cheesy sign.

Welcome to Forks.

I dawdled through Forks. Not many people were out; most would be at home cooking dinner for their loved ones or watching a movie. The familiar stumpy brick buildings looked…new but old. I hadn't seen them in years, but they had aged.

La Push

There it was. What I had been waiting for, for two years. I gulped, suddenly nervous. The blood coursed through my veins. My pulse was erratic. I twisted my hands together.

I turned left down my street. Towards my house, towards my home. It still looks the same. The perfectly manicured garden, the swept veranda, the weathered white picket fence.

The front door radiated. It pulled me towards it.

My house.

My home.

No one was inside of course.

I twisted the brass knob and the door swung inwards. I tentatively stepped inside. Just as the outside everything was the same inside. The same dirty old tea towels sat on the kitchen bench. The same knitted throw rug lay haphazardly thrown on the couch.

I gripped the banister, forcing my self to venture, further. I hit the landing and paused, I started again. To the door at the very end of the hallway. To my bedroom. It was untouched.

A tear feel down my check. I wiped it away. I leant on the doorframe admiring my awful decorating skills. When you walked into my bedroom it was a small rectangular shape. The door being in the bottom left corner. My single bed was shoved up against the far right wall, under the window.

My covers and my pillows were perfectly made, undisturbed. My bedside table still housed that awful lamp and the various little nick knacks I had collected over the years.

Straight opposite my bed was my little two-door wardrobe. The doors slide open to reveal all of my old clothes. I swung my bag on the bed as my hand ran over the off-white flowers that specked across my walls.

Memories.

Painful and joyful.

Bad and good.

I wandered down stairs again, into the kitchen. On the wall was a calendar, the date was August 16th. A picture of the Amazon rive was on the front. Oh the irony. The sad pitiful irony. Under the printer 16 two things were scrawled in my mother neat cursive.

~Dinner with Charlie

~Meeting with the pack-Sam's house 6:30

It was 7 now. I could make it.

I left my backpack in the hallway as I walked the familiar albeit painful route to Sam's house. The rain matted my hair to my face, my fur clothes were soaked as well as my trusty ugg boots.

At the peak of the driveway I stood, concealed by the darkness. Light slipped out of the two front windows. Inside I could see the guys, laughing and talking. Food was on the coffee table and drinks were in hand. I inhaled…and then exhaled.

Holding my head high, I quietly descended down the gravel path. My breath caught in my throat when I spied Jacobs's rabbit. Still old and shitty looking.

Three steps led to the small wrap around porch, and then, the door. I skipped the second step, remembering that it always gave you away, how it would groan at the slightest of pressure.

I stopped at the door way, listening.

"So…did you?" Hmm…Embry

"Maybe" That was definitely Paul

"Maybe isn't an answer" That was Quil

"Come on! Tell us!" Good God. Seth, he sounded so mature, his voice sounded deeper. I bit my lip. Raising my hand to knock.

Bang Bang

What's done is done I thought.

The banter continued, I heard footsteps nearing the door. Collin said something. Brady laughed. The doorknob twisted. I held my position. My toes squishing the soggy boots. My hair flung around my face as the wind splatted it here and there. Droplets of water dripped from my soaking shivering body.

The door opened.

Sam. He saw me.

His beer slipped from his grasp, shattering as it hit the wooden floor.

The banter ceased. It was quiet.

"Sam? Oi buddy, what's up?" Jared quipped in

Sam just stared, he seemed to be frozen in time. The guys couldn't see me from the doorway. Only Sam and his cracked beer.

"Sam? Seriously what's...holy shit" Seth stopped mid sentence, I would too if I saw my sibling after two years and complete silence from their end.

"Uh..guys?" Quil spoke

"Leah" Seth started towards the door; I heard people get up; the pack came around the corner and their jaws dropped. Seth shoved Sam out of the way and grabbed me.

I held onto him. Afraid that if I let go I would lose him forever.

"Seth…I…" I couldn't form words. The pack looked as if they had just been bitch slapped by a pie. No fucking joke.

Seth pulled away, his eyes shining with tears "You're back?"

"To stay"

"Shit, Leah, you're freezing…and wet…did you walk…come inside" Seth grabbed my pushing my over the threshold, away from the one storm and into another.

"Leah…where have you been? What…" Sam ran his hand through his hair, he approached me, I stepped back. He stopped, frowning slightly.

"Leah…why are you cold? You should be burning, what's wrong? You don't even smell like you…"

"Hmph, figures…I shouldn't" I pulled my arm from Seths grip. Wringing my hair out, causing a puddle of water to appear on the floor. Everyone stared at it.

"…oops" I squeezed the end of my skirt, wishing for most of the water to drain out. Everyone seemed gobsmacked at my clothing

"Are…are those feathers?" Quil stupidly asked

I crossed my arms defensively and snapped back "Of course they are dumb shit"

He frowned slightly at me remark. Shit I'm meant to be nicer

"I mean…yes, they are…they're feathers" I grabbed at the feather closest to my face.

"Leah, what happened to you?" Jacob stepped forward, oh no, not him.

"I suppose you deserve an explanation…" I went to the armchair, curled my legs underneath me and waited, no one moved

"Not even ten minutes and I am already considering leaving again…sit down you dumb fucks" I sighed, god help me

After everyone was seated and comfortable and I was handed a towel, I bit my lip.

"Where to begin?" I scanned the faces, relief, confusion

Seth leant toward me "From the beginning?"

A/N: Did ya like it? I sure did :P Anyways, her whole story will be next chapter!

I have been obsessively listening to Paradise by Coldplay on my IPhone and it inspired my write this. I have an over active imagination and I need some way to vent my ideas, fan fiction seemed like the perfect cure

Do what you do and let me know, do you love it? Hate it?

Song of the week: Paradise by Coldplay ;)

Word of the week: Edify

Until next time!

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