Rain
Chapter One
I've always liked the rain. Back to before all this stuff happened. Back to when Sam was still mine, when Emily wasn't scarred, when I hadn't killed my father, I would watch the rain constantly. I would play a game with the rain. I would watch the drops fall down and see them race against each other. Sometimes, they would combine into one big drop as it fell down.
I remember one particular night as I was watching them. I traced the drops with my fingers.
"Whatcha doing?" I hear a voice call me. It's Sam, the love of my life. I grin as he puts his arms around me. "Nothin'."
"You're doing something."
"Oh fine. Just this stupid game I used to play when I was little. Watch the raindrops race and all."
"Oh, that game. I think I used to play that when I was little."
"Really?"
"Nope." He laughs as I play punch him.
"Jerk."
I think this night was so important to me because it was the last one we had before he imprinted on Emily. I remember that night too.
The rain was falling down really hard that night. I was just staring out the window when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Sam! I've been waiting for your call!"
He's silent, which makes me nervous. I ask him, "Is something wrong?"
"Leah, there's someone else."
"Huh?"
"I've fallen in love with someone else."
"Who? What's her name?"
"Emily."
"Emily who?" It couldn't be.
"Emily Young."
My heart drops and suddenly I feel numb.
"No."
"Leah, I'm sorry…"
"No."
"Leah, please listen to me."
I throw my phone against the wall. I'm too shocked to cry. So I just watch the rain.
Another flashback.
"You stay away from my cousin!"
"Leah, get out of the way! I just want to talk to her!"
Emily is sobbing. She's trying to cover up her face, her beautiful face which was now ruined.
Because of him.
"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" I shout.
I smack him. I wasn't there when it had taken place. All I knew was that Emily had refused him, and Sam was a…a…freaking werewolf, of all things.
I didn't believe him, of course. But now I do. Emily had come running back crying. And Sam was running after her. I smack him again.
"Just stay away from her, okay!"
He gives me a look. A monstrous look.
"Jealous?"
"What?"
"Jealous that Emily's now mine? Are you jealous that you aren't my girlfriend anymore?"
I grit my teeth.
Emily shouts, "I told you, NO! I would never do that to Leah!"
"Just say yes, and I'll leave you alone!"
"No!"
She runs. He tries to move, but I get in front of him. He shoves me out of the way. I fall down and my butt is sore. I run after him.
"Get away from her, you bastard!"
He turns around and gives me that look again.
"Sorry, doing that over and over again won't help you!" I sneer at him.
He gives in. He caves. He leaves.
I knew this wouldn't be the last we see of him. My dad runs in. "Leah, what happened to Emily! Her face…"
"A bear attacked her." I tell him. "She got lucky it didn't kill her."
My dad's face softens. "What a poor thing."
What a poor thing indeed. I hear thunder in the distance.
Another flashback.
There was a funny feeling in my stomach.
"Leah, honey? What's wrong?" It was my father.
He's touching me gently, but the feeling of his hands on me is burning me. I groan in pain. I fall down on my knees. "D-Dad…What's…."
I can hear something going on inside of me. My body's starting to move around erratically. My groans are getting louder. The burning grows more intense. I can't take it anymore. I let out a scream, and it turns into a howl.
I can hear my clothes ripping and my father backing away from me.
"What the-"
I look around. Something doesn't add up. My sense of smell is stronger, I can see more clearly now. I take a step with my paw. Wait.
Paw?
I look down. And I try to scream again, only it comes out as a yelp. I back away, and suddenly I realize I'm on all fours. I try running around, but it's no use. I'm just confused.
I look at my father. He's lying on the floor and not moving. At all. I nudge at him with my nose. He's still not moving.
I realize I'm making a whining noise with my mouth. I sniff at him. I lick him.
Then I realize, with stone cold shock:
He's dead.
He saw what happened to me. And he died.
I killed him. I just murdered my father.
I'm a freaking monster. I let out a howl. It echoes throughout the night.
The only answer I get in return is the pitter patter of rain.
It's times like these when the rain is falling especially hard that I think about these things, in that order. It helps remind me of what's going on, especially in the crazy times like this.
"Leah?" It's Jacob.
"Yes?" I say.
"We have to do searches around the house. The vamps could be here any minute."
"Of course," I tell him.
I leave the house, take my clothes off, and transform. I had gotten used to the transformation into werewolfism (or, rather shapeshifterism, as the Edtard himself put it) but it was still a little strange doing it. I let out a yawn, and see my baby brother Seth with me.
"Hi Leah!"
"….Hi."
"Isn't it great that we're doing all this!"
"…Sure. It's so great that the Volturi may attack again for whatever reason and we have to watch those Cullens again." There was something about those Cullens that I didn't like. I don't know. Even if they weren't vampires, something about them would still bother me. It's like, when you're looking at something that's supposed to be perfect and it is. But there's something horribly wrong that you can't quite put your finger on, like caroling to someone who's bedridden and dying. It's like a weird parody of something that is supposed to be well and good, but it's not.
But anyway, the psychic one, Alice, predicted that the Volturi would change their minds about Renesmee and try to get her after awhile. It hadn't happened yet, but Aro had decided to tell them about it once they have their monthly meeting, which was in a week.
Seth and I begin the search. We scour around, and soon we split up. I was on the trail, when I caught wind of something. It wasn't the sweet sugary smell of the vampires, nor was it the plain meaty smell of an animal. It wasn't the musky scent of a werewolf or shapeshifter, it wasn't that indescribable smell that humans had, and there was so much variety in them. It was…something else.
I took a few steps forward. I growl a little, to let it know that I knew it was there, and I wasn't going to let it pass. It growled in return. And my goodness, it wasn't like anything I've ever heard. It was deep and robust, and it made the fur in the back of my neck stand straight up. I growled louder, though being a girl it wasn't quite as deep.
And then it crawled out of the darkness.
The first thing I saw was a wolf's head. Just a wolf? I think to myself in relief. But then it reveals the rest of itself.
It had the body of a man, only way out of proportion. It shoulders were too broad, it's waist too small, its body way too heavily muscled and covered in fur. The legs were muscular, only in a slim way, like how you look when you do aerobics.
Whatever it was crawled on all fours, but then it stands up. It's huge. It is even taller than Jacob, must've been at least a full foot or two above him. He growls at me again.
I'm whimpering, I realize. My tail's between my legs. I'm crawling back.
It says something. It's guttural and sounds like he's choking on something, but I realize he's trying to speak to me, only it's in another language. He takes a step forward, and is still talking. I turn my head in confusion.
Then it says something, this time in English with a strong yet familiar accent.
"Perhaps you cannot understand me. Who is your leader, pup?"
I growl at him.
"Oh, this again? You are not threatening."
I charge at him. Not one of my brighter ideas.
He swings his arm at me, and I go flying in another direction. I hit a tree with a thud. My back's aching. I whimper. He laughs. He charges at me.
And I move out of the way. He smacks headfirst into the tree. He gets dizzy for a moment, and I bite his arm. Blood begins spurting out. I'm trying to tear the muscles apart, but it's very difficult to do. I start biting everywhere. He yowls in pain and he begins swinging his arm everywhere.
"Get off of me, you pest!" I claw at his face and begin attacking his head. He's trying to swing at me but it's not working. Suddenly, I hear growling, and out comes Seth, he begins biting and clawing at his legs. Soon whatever it was falls down, with a thud. He's snarling and throws me off. He kicks Seth away. He's covered in blood, and he's panting. We charge at him again, but he runs off. We chase after him at breakneck speed. When we reach the end of the forest, he's gone. It's at the edge of a cliff. We transform back into humans.
"Must've fallen off."
I grunt in agreement.
"Leah?"
"Yes?"
"What was that thing?"
"How should I know? Whatever it was, it was quite formidable. We barely scratched him."
"Oh, I think we did more than that."
"Okay, we scratched him."
"That's more like it."
Then we hear footsteps. Jacob walks in. "Hey guys, what's happening?"
"We just fought a…something. It just ran off into the night. Whatever it was, it was big. Bigger than you, even."
Jacob whistles. "That's a doozy."
"What was that thing?"
"I'll tell you what it is." A voice calls out.
We turn around. It's Edward, who's on a tree. He jumps off with ease, like it didn't really matter.
"It was a werewolf." I remembered Edward mentioning this to me awhile ago. Apparently, we were shapeshifters, not werewolves. I suppose this creature was the real deal.
He continues. "It's strange. I thought the Volturi brought them into extinction."
Jacob shrugs and says, "Guess not. What are they doing here anyway?"
Suddenly I remember something.
Edward hears it immediately. "Are you sure, Leah?" It's strange hearing him say my name. He's never really spoken to me before.
"Yeah, I'm sure…Edward."
"What'd you say? Not all of us are mind readers, you know. Well, at least not when we're human." says Jacob.
Edward answers for me. "They wanted to see you, for some reason. Probably not a good one."
Jacob lets that one set in. He finally says, "If they come again, show them to me. I want to see what it's about."
Edward stares at him. "Are you insane? They could want you for anything."
"I know. But we got to know the truth."
Edward gives in, "Fine, but be wary."
"Thanks." Edward leaves. Jacob mutters, "Psh, be wary. He sounds like a fortune cookie."
I chuckle slightly. "Sir Edward Cullen the Wise."
"The wisest of them all: Ask him for fashion tips."
I laugh. "We really shouldn't be doing this."
Jacob shrugs. "Can he hear us?"
"Yes," Edward says from far away.
"Eh. Whatever you say, Miss Thang." Jacob walks off. We follow him. I look up to the sky. I notice it's a full moon.
Werewolf. Full moon.
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