AN: Takes place after BD. Jacob never imprinted on Renesmee and the Cullens left after Bella gave her birth.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Meyer

Chapter 1: The dream

Leah POV:

I was having the most horrifying dream in my life. I know it was a dream because I was in a hospital, in a surgery room with my father on a hospital bed. He was screaming on top of his lungs in agony, clenched to the bed, while the doctors were operating him. Why? Why didn't they put him to sleep or something first? It's hurting him, can't they see? I tried to tell them to stop, I tried to push them away from my father but they acted like I wasn't there, like I was nothing more but a ghost. The screaming was so loud my ears began to hurt. I was horrified. There was blood everywhere. My eyes began to water as I was trying to reach my father, to take his hand in mine and tell him it was going to be alright. I couldn't find my voice. He was calling me. Screaming my name, while trying to reach me. I couldn't take it anymore. Tears began to fall as I collapsed on the floor.

Then the screams suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and lifted my head. I was seeing blurred because of the tears. We were alone now. Only me and my father. The room was dark now and I could see my father staring at me, expressionless. Blood was dripping from his right hand on the floor, making a pool of blood. A new wave of tears washed through me. He was dead. My father – dead. God, why do I have to go through this in my dreams too? Why do you hate me so much? Isn't it enough that I'm a genetic dead end and that I'll never find true love, but to suffer from my father's death every night? I just can't take it anymore. I wanted to wake up.

Suddenly, I felt something soft in my hand. Something wet and sticky and it was moving. I slowly turned my gaze to my right hand. Dear God! My stomach reacted and I threw up, dropping the thing I was holding. I was gonna faint if I wasn't dreaming. I swear whoever comes up with these dreams I'm gonna cut his god damn head off. When finally my stomach calmed down I was able to look at my father's still beating hearth that I was holding seconds ago. Only that it wasn't there anymore. Instead, in front of me was standing the last person I would want to dream about. Sam fucking Uley. How dare he comes to my dream. He was holding my father's hearth. Wait! Why was he holding my father's heart? He had a grin on his face and I really wanted to punch him in that moment. Instead, my eyes went wide and my fists clenched as I saw him reach for his back pocket and pull a knife. What the fuck is he doing?

- No, no, please don't! – I tried to say but I still couldn't find my voice.
His grin never left his face. And then it happened. I curled up on the floor screaming in agony. It was like somebody was stabbing me with a sharp object in the left side of my chest again and again, and again. Like somebody was ripping me apart.

The stabbing stopped, but the pain was still there. I used all my energy to look up, although I already knew what I was going to see. Sam was gone and the heart was on the floor 2 meters away from me with a knife stabbed through it. And then I realized. I wasn't my father's heart that I was holding earlier, it wasn't my father's heart that Sam stabbed. It was my heart. I felt strange. Like a hole was punched through the left side of my chest. My body was numb. Okay, I think this was enough. Can I wake up now, please? I don't think if I can stand it anymore.

I closed my eyes in attempt to wake up but when I opened them again the scene had changed. I was in a meadow. I knew this place because I came here often when I needed to think. I looked around but saw only trees and bushes. The sun was coming through the thick leaves and was lighting the meadow. I heard a sound to my left and turned around. Oh come on, what the fuck is he doing in my dream? I frowned. This has to be the most fucked up dream I've ever had. It totally beats the dream where Paul was in a wedding dress and was walking down the aisle to Seth. I lifted my gaze to meet his. Concern and relief were written on his face as he bent down in front of me. I was so confused. He smiled at my expression and pulled something from behind his back. My jaw literally hit the ground. Jacob Black was holding my beating heart.

The next thing I saw was the wall across from my bed.

AN: So tell me watcha think. It's my first Twilight fanfic and I really love Leah and Jacob they make a great couple. R&R