Seasons of the Moon

The moon is is a contradiction in her being...

She is the symbol of purity and innocence ... yet she improves fertility

She is the best prey ....but also a hunter...

She comforts the seas...yet she lives int he heavens....

I do not think the Moon knows who she is or why she is for she keeps returning yet changing......

Vendetta 1

I needed to run away after it all. I wanted to run away from my problems, my legacy. Now that Bella's monstrosity was safe I could go off somewhere and feel sorry for myself. I let my legs move until the pain numbs into a cool hollow feel. The trees were a blur to me, just smudges in my past; the ground could not even try to hold me. I wanted to believe the farther I moved away from that wretched, old town, the better I'd be. It would always stink.

Not only did I have to focus on running but dodging painful memories. Dodging my responsibilities. I no longer was a shape shifter, no longer part of the tribe. I was no longer a daughter, as sister. I was no longer Leah Clearwater.

I had no idea where I was going, not that it mattered. I made it clear to everyone that I did not want to be chased. If Jake was allowed to run off and cry then so should I. I did my part and now I wanted to be selfish.

I try to avoid remembering the day I left, It was painful too.

" Just let me go! I can care for myself!"

"Leah, don't be a princess! You can stay, don't be stupid!"

"Shut up Jake!"

"…"

"I'm leaving and that's final! If anyone follows me I'll run straight into a city!"

"What about Seth…"

"Tell him what you want… I love him, but I need to leave this place…can't you of all people understand?"

"…Go."

I felt the excruciating heat of fresh tears as my vision started to wan. I needed to stop. My body was starting to feel too heavy and strained. I must have been far enough now. I could see palm trees.

I gathered up my clothing and dressed. I didn't bring much. My wallet, a pair of shorts, a tank top and some underwear- I didn't want to be tied down by much.

I chose to walk along the shore, to clear my mind and to watch the sunset. I made me feel depressed. It looked as though it was dying, slowing fading and sinking into the dark, cold emptiness of the ocean. A shivers trailed over me. Was this how everything had to be? Was a slow and painful surrender the way everything had to be? Or was it forced on only some people. I didn't want to feel sorry for myself, it made me feel weak and pathetic.

I didn't care as I walked into town, no shoes and a total mess. I could feel the speculating glances of the people I passed and, frankly, I didn't give a damn. They could stare if they want, it would be ridiculous to tell them to stop. This was obviously a tourist town, you could tell by the cheesy little shops only the street. A postage store, connivance store, a pub, inns, and a small clothing store. Shoes. I needed them if I wanted to go anywhere human.

The clothing were nothing fancy of designer but I figured grabbing a sweater, some underwear, some toiletries and sandals. I really just needed some stuff to get me by. The woman behind the cash register had a look of distaste about as I made my way to pay. She raised her head slightly and puffed out her chest as if trying to show her worth to me. I was almost tempted to mimic her movement and stick my tongue just to wipe that smug look off her doughy face. But I just wanted to leave.

"Did you find everything you were looking for?" She asked mechanically as she rang in the items. She obviously didn't give a damn, but gave me a perfect moment to retaliate. I made an unimpressed face as I paid.

"Oh...I suppose..." I sighed, then snatched the bag from the counter and walked in a way I knew would drive any guy crazy and any woman berserk. It was a small victory but was, oh so satisfying.

The sky was now a deep purple and the stars were out. I felt a horrible tugging in my stomach and knew I needed to eat this instant. The warm delicious smell of chicken reached my nose and my stomach moaned in want. I followed the smell to a quaint restaurant. It was very cutely decorated with wooden paneling along the floors and walls and little chandeliers scattered across the ceiling. There were not many people in; only three tables had occupants. A chubby older man walked up to me. He was probably in his sixties and was balding, but managed to keep his full and white mustache. He looked pleasant enough and wobbled towards me, with a smile in his eyes and hidden under his mustache.

" Hello, how are you? Lovely day isn't it? Are you hungry? My heavens, don't you look wearied? Sit down! Sit down!" he chimed in his baritone voice, as he ushered me to a plush booth to sit. I felt positively exhausted.

" Thanks. Can I have a cheeseburgers and fries and a salad and a soda?" he seemed surprised by my order but nodded and went to the kitchen. I slouched deeper into the soft, worn cushioned chair. It reminded me of home. It smelt different but this place just had that energy.

When the old man returned with my food, I couldn't help but smile and thank him. He brought all the food out and heaved his heavy body into the seat in front of me with the. He looked at me like my father would when he knew I was in trouble but sympathized. This man probably thought I was homeless, or kicked out of my house or maybe a runaway, some abused child. I felt bad that he'd find out I wasn't really. I was just tired of the same old stuff, the same old people.

He sat there for a long time; perhaps he thought I wasn't going to pay after my meal. The smell of the salt and meat wafted into my nose and I knew that I had to eat, no matter how rude it might have been. The burger was so good on my throat. It was the best thing I ever eat. I could stop eating even if the building began to burn.

"So.. Have you been alone for a long time?"

I was mildly shocked by his question it wasn't the one I expected so I didn't know how to answer. Honestly I didn't know. I didn't want to make eye contact with him, he would know if I were lying.

"I think a week, but I can't be certain.." I whispered as I took another bite. My stomach was churning, I felt like it was only going to get worse.

"And do you miss you family"

"No." It was short and sharp, like a needle. It made tension form and crackle in the air over us. I didn't want to this kind stranger about my family. It was none of his business. I ate up the burger and went for the soda. He sighed and lifted himself up on shaky legs. I looked up puzzled.

"I'll leave you to enjoy your meal. You don't have to pay- it's on me. Sorry for disturbing you miss." He said and the sauntered away leaving me to feel guilty. I was now upset with myself but also angry with him for making me the bad guy. I always have to be the bad guy. When Bella moved to town I was the bad guy for making fun of her and not wanting to be all buddy-buddy with her. When Sam left me for my own cousin it was my fault! It couldn't be his -he couldn't control his imprinting. He wanted me to get over it but it hurt and wasn't fair, no one even cared how I felt. I clenched the blue tablecloth as I remember my first transformation. I was humiliated. I was different and didn't know why- I was a freak. And worse I was the only girl freak. None of them could even fathom how much it shamed me to be the only girl shape shifter. To them I was just a spoiled princess who didn't care for her heritage. No one cared that I still didn't understand what was happening. When I tried to relate to the others they shut me down and ignored me. I was a girl who was sterile at the age of twenty-four, I'd never have children, I'd never be loved or wanted. When Bella got pregnant with that corpse I was now officially unwell. I had no one to sympathize with. As rare as it was, vampires could breed.

Vampires took everything from me- who I thought I was and who I loved. I wanted vengeance I wanted destruction and I wanted chaos. They should all be gone all of them should be dead and rotting somewhere far away. I wanted to go vampire hunting. But where could I start? I already knew, the pounding bloods in my veins told me. The racing of my heart encouraged me mixing courage and hatred into the blood. I would go to the beginning, to the where the disgusting bloodsuckers thrived and conquered. I would go to Volterra.

So first story hope you all liked it !! I serious like wrote this in like less than a day, but i hope that Leah come across as she would in the books! ^^ just a warning the next chapter may be like this one and go too quickly lol sorry!! it's really sloppy....