A/N know starting a third story when I'm not even finished with the first two is a bad idea, but kind of have writers block on the other two plus always wanted to do a Leah/Edward story – good thing seeing that their aren't enough plus they would be so perfect together XD

Ps. Here are my Leah and Edward XP

Leah (but picture her with a hair cut)

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Edward (but with bronze hair and topaz eyes…and pale skin)

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CHAPTER 1

~Sweet Release in Secret Meetings~

Her hands grip the bronze hair as he bent down and bit almost hard enough to break her skin. She moaned as she felt those cold hands grip her hips as he thuds himself deeper into her. He made a sound between a groan and a growl that made his body vibrate almost making her come. This was their sixth 'meeting' in the place they first meet in a moment of agonizing weakness, but just as ruff, brutal and sinfully releasing.

They had yet to talk or actually say each others names or even insult one and other, afraid that if they somehow acknowledge the other they would break the spell that enveloped and set them free from the pains of their realties that had brought them together. They both knew that as soon as they left their conscious would come to life and scream at them to not come back, reminding them of the fact that they were moral enemies betraying not only their own kind, but their families. It was wrong what they were doing, yet they found themselves at the same spot every night creating forbidden steam.

By time it was dawn she lay on ground resting her naked body on top of his. Normally she would have been half asleep by now by a night of taking out her frustrations and pains on him, but she wasn't.

"I'm not doing this outside anymore." she stated startling him slightly by breaking the norm they had silently set, but he understood where she was coming from.

It was just a matter of time before one of her pack members - or his family discovered them by accident when they were patrolling, hunting or simply running.

"I have a penthouse apartment in Port Angeles." He replayed tracing invisible forms on her back.

"I wouldn't have cared if it was a crappy motel – as long as I don't have to bathe in another river before I go home." She snorted.

He had to smile at her tone knowing that she was actually serious. It was their fist convocation; three sentences fallowed by an address and phone numbers.

"What name should I put on my cell?" she asked holding her phone up.

Issue number one.

He was silent thinking of what would be appropriate.

"Anthony – it's my second given name."

"You could use my middle name too – it's Alicia."

Alicia and Anthony…

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She never went to Emily's' with the others unless Sam forced her. It was a fact that everybody knew, so being that she was currently sitting in her cousins' living room you could pretty much guess she was not in a good mood. Even though she would never really admit it to herself she knew she was in a half as bad mood then she would normally have been in being here thanks to the calories she burnt a few hours ago.

"Why am I here?" she sneered glaring daggers past Emily.

"I know that we haven't been at the best turns last year or so…but…" the homewrecking bitch was testing the little of her patience she had for her.

"Stop wasting my time Emily" she snarled the name making it sound as the dirtiest word in the English dictionary.

"You know how we always said that we would be each others maids of honor at our weddings I was hopping that you still wanted to be mine" she said in a rush all the while looking at anywhere but her.

It was like something cracked inside of Leah the moment those words left her cousins' mouth. How dare she ask her to be her maid of honor with the same man that she was supposed to have married less then two years ago? She felt how her body was vibrating with the mare force of her anger and knew it wouldn't take long for her to transform. She wondered if she should match those ugly scars that tainted that lovely face or plainly kill her on the spot. But before she even decided which she would enjoy more she found her body moving on its own out though the door faster then humanly possible before she transformed. Howling in great frustration, hurt and animalistic anger she ran towards the forest ignoring the worried thoughts of Jacob and Seth of what she might of done to the bitch.

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Strange how they just knew where to meet when they hadn't spoken since the early morning hours. She hadn't called and neither had he but at exactly midnight he picked her up at the high way to Port Angeles. They didn't exchange any words just looks that simply stated that they both had a rough day.

Half way there he drove of the road parking it in a strange parking house.

"I though you said you had a loft or whatever in Port Angeles" the mare frustration of the day was clear in her voice.

"I do"

"So what are we doing here?"

He didn't answer just got out the car gesturing for her to fallow. She gritted her teeth and fallowed slamming the car door unnecessary hard earning her a hard glare which only made her smirk. They went down to the underground garage where he opened the passenger door to a sexy black Aston Martin (A/N site to the car on my page and the on bottom).

"Nobody in my family besides Jasper knows about this car," he answered the silent question as she went in the car.

She didn't have time to even look around the flashy – and quite empty penthouse apartment of what she could tell in those two seconds before he had her pinned against the wall. His violent and hungry mouth and hands matched the desperate need she felt to get the pain and frustrations out. Neither bothered actually talking of their clothes, just ripped the offending fabrics right of. His ice cold hands felt like heaven against her burning skin, and even though it hurt as a bitch when he pushed himself right in without any type of preparation she felt…good. Physical pain felt so much better then the constant mental one, besides this relationship they shared had nothing to do with tenderness or love. If a situation came were they had to kill each other they would both do it in a blink only regretting that they lost their temporary escape…why? They weren't stupid enough to get attached to somebody – or what they saw; something that was their natural enemy.

"Harder", she begged as she came closer to climax for every ruff push that were already breaking her.

Make me forget. Take the pain away.

A/N A bit different from the draft, but works XD

The Car (but imagine it Black)

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