title: Dask'iya'
summary: with the newborn army destroyed, everything was supposed to be peaceful. but, the clashing supernatural forces have caused a new enemy to rise, and they're only getting stronger. in the midst of it all, it seems that jacob has imprinted on the one girl that can help them destroy the dangerous creatures.
pairings: jacobXoc, edwardXbella, leahXoc, sethXnessie, cannon.
the first bit of this chapter is from the epilogue in eclipse, from then on it's my own idea has been rolling around in my head for a bit, so i had to get it out. reviews are appreciated!
"Jacob, do you think this is going to take too much longer?" Leah demanded. Impatient. Whiney.
My teeth clenched together.
Like anyone in the pack, Leah knew everything. She knew why I came here — to the very edge of the earth and sky and sea. To be alone. She knew that this was all I wanted. Just to be alone.
But Leah was going to force her company on me, anyway.
Besides being crazy annoyed, I did feel smug for a brief second. Because I didn't even have to think about controlling my temper. It was easy now, something I just did, natural. The red haze didn't wash over my eyes. The heat didn't shiver down my spine. My voice was calm when I answered.
"Jump off a cliff, Leah." I pointed to the one at my feet.
"Really, kid." She ignored me, throwing herself into a sprawl on the ground next to me. "You have no idea how hard this is for me."
"For you ?" It took me a minute to believe she was serious. "You have to be the most self-absorbed person alive, Leah. I'd hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won't tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away. "
"Just look at this from my perspective for a minute, okay?" she continued as if I hadn't said anything.
If she was trying to break my mood, it worked. I started laughing. The sound hurt in strange ways.
"Stop snorting and pay attention," she snapped.
"If I pretend to listen, will you leave?" I asked, glancing over at the permanent scowl on her face. I wasn't sure if she had any other expressions anymore.
I remembered back to when I used to think that Leah was pretty, maybe even beautiful. That was a long time ago. No one thought of her that way now. Except for Sam. He was never going to forgive himself. Like it was his fault that she'd turned into this bitter harpy.
Her scowl heated up, as if she could guess what I was thinking. Probably could.
"This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me ? I don't even like Bella Swan. And you've got me grieving over this leech-lover like I'm in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that ?"
"Do I care?"
"I can't stand being in your head anymore! Get over her already! She's going to marry that thing. He's going to try to change her into one of them! Time to move on, boy."
"Shut up, " I growled.
It would be wrong to strike back. I knew that. I was biting my tongue. But she'd be sorry if she didn't walk away. Now.
"He'll probably just kill her anyway," Leah said. Sneering. "All the stories say that happens more often than not. Maybe a funeral will be better closure than a wedding. Ha."
This time I had to work. I closed my eyes and fought the hot taste in my mouth. I pushed and shoved against the slide of fire down my back, wrestling to keep my shape together while my body tried to shake apart.
When I was in control again, I glowered at her. She was watching my hands as the tremors slowed. Smiling.
Some joke.
"If you're upset about gender confusion, Leah . . . ," I said. Slow, emphasizing each word. "How do you think the rest of us like looking at Sam through your eyes? It's bad enough that Emily has to deal with your fixation. She doesn't need us guys panting after him, too."
Pissed as I was, I still felt guilty when I watched the spasm of pain shoot across her face.
She scrambled to her feet — pausing only to spit in my direction — and ran for the trees, vibrating like a tuning fork.
Before she could make it through the thicket, something leapt out at her, happening so fast I almost couldn't comprehend what was happening. One second Leah was fixing to phase, the next she was lying on the ground with ribbons of blood pouring out of wounds on her body caused by the pale blue creature with sharp nails tearing into her skin.
"Leah," I half choked out, and with a slight lunge I phased. Whatever it was had caught her off guard, otherwise I knew there was no way in hell Leah would have let herself become that vulnerable.
Being careful to not hit Leah, I snapped my teeth around the bony body, feeling it crunch under my strength. It fought hard, managed to scrape its nails against the side of my muzzle, but using my paws I ripped it in half, the sound grating against my ears even worse than tearing a vampire apart.
With the creature down, I focused my attention to Leah, who looked to be bleeding out quick next to me. I needed to act fast, and get doc vamp to the rez asap.
I tilted my head back, howled with an urgency that let the pack know something bad was happening. This was dire, and it would destroy Seth, Sue, and Sam if Leah died.
What's up? Seth. Shit. Leah, oh my god no what happened?! Fuck, shit, she's dying!
This better be good. Paul. Holy fuck.
Both wolves started racing to where I was, but someone needed to get help. Someone needed to call Doctor Dracula and get him over here, because Leah was dying.
On it. Paul raced towards Emily's, because of course he didn't have a phone at his house, and his cell was out of minutes. Besides, he was maybe a wolf minute away from there.
I could hear every wild thought running through Seth's mind and it hurt to my core. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
What the hell even was that? Seth exclaimed, watching as my memories replayed.
I have no idea. I shook my head, and then glanced to where I had discarded its carcass. Shock radiated through my form as I realized it was gone. Where the fuck did it go?!
Someone needs to meet Dr. Cullen at the border. Sam's voice came into my head, along with Jared and Embry. Paul and Quill went to go tell Sue.
I'll go. I said, watching as Seth paced over Leah's form, whimpering in pain, unable to phase back. The others were close, it wouldn't be long until they got there, and I was the second fastest next to Leah. By the time I had thought the words, I was already turning and tearing through the woods to reach the border.
What the fuck was that? Jared watched my memories replay with rapt attention, and I heard Sam echo the same question.
I have no fucking idea. I reply, watching the dirt fly up as I tore through the ground. It had no fucking smell, and was harder to rip apart than a vampire. And it fucking got away!
Jared faded out of my head as he phased human, and through Sam and Seth I watched him press towels against Leah's wounds.
The stench of vampire assaulted my senses, and the minute Doc Drac caught sight of me, he took off over the border. I turned on a dime, rushing back to my pack. I noticed he had taken both Edward and Jasper with him.
Once Doc Drac reached Leah, he started taking out various bandages and wrapped her wounds. With a sinking feeling, I realized the wounds weren't healing like usual.
"He needs to move her," Edward spoke. "Do you want to do it?"
Yes. Jacob and I will phase back to help Jared. Sam replied.
He and I phased, and to my surprise Jasper handed us each a pair of basketball shorts. We thanked him, pulled them on, and gently picked up Leah.
Her eyes flung open, tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she let out a pained anguished cry. She struggled against our hold, reaching for her covered wounds.
"Leah, you can't move." Sam told her firmly.
"It burns," Leah gasped out, her eyes nearly bulging out of her sockets, veins popping out on her face. "It hurts so fucking bad."
Outside the Clearwater house stood Paul, who hurried to open the door once he saw us coming. Sue ran outside, her face going pale when she saw her daughter crying in pain.
"Leah!" Sue choked out, watching as we carried her into the house.
The kitchen table had already been cleared off, so we set her down. Leah passed out once again, falling limp on the table. I had never seen her look so pale.
Doc Drac, Fuckward, and Jasper moved around the table, doc immediately going to work.
"What attacked her?" Jasper asked, his arms crossed.
"I have no idea." I said, thinking of the creature one more time. It was bony, with pale blue skin stretched over the sharp joints, deep set red eyes, long razor claws, and curled horns jutting out of its skull. There was no distinct smell to it, and it disappeared into thin air.
Anxiously, we watched as Doc Drac worked over Leah. Seth had finally calmed down enough to phase back, and he held hands with his mother. The vampire's pale fingers worked skillfully along Leah's wounds, expertly sewing her back together.
Out of all the scrapes, the worst were on her chest and stomach, it was as though the creature was attempting to reach her heart and guts. Being that we had all seen her naked more than once because of our lifestyle, we didn't pay much mind to the fact that she was topless, although Doc Drac managed to keep her as covered as possible.
"These are dissolvable stitches," Carlisle said, never faltering in his work. "They won't affect her accelerated healing process."
"How is she doing?" Sue spoke, her voice shaky.
"Now that I've stopped the blood flow, she's healing. For some reason, the wounds are taking longer to heal than usual," Carlisle replied gently. "She will be fine."
Just as Carlisle wrapped the last bandage around Leah, her eyes flung open. Tears started welling up in her eyes, and she looked at Doc Drac fearfully.
"Leah, how are you doing?" Sam asked, concern evident in his face and tone.
"Piss off," Leah gasped out.
I couldn't help but let out a small snort. At least she was feeling back to normal.
Doc Drac went over her healing instructions with her, and I tuned it out. I was much more focused on what the hell it was that attacked her.
"Jacob," I looked up to see Edward tilting his head towards the door. He moved out of the kitchen, and I followed.
My dad was rolling up to the house, a somber expression on his face. Of course, Edward heard his thoughts.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"He knows what attacked Leah." Edward let out quietly, for my ears only to hear. I wanted to roll my eyes, my dad can speak for himself.
"The Soucouyant are back." Dad said grimly, and wheeled himself into the house.
"What the hell is that?" I asked, but for once the mind rapist didn't give me an answer.