So this is finally the sequel to Wicked Games, woohoo. Thanks to everyone for being so patient and I hope you enjoy this first chapter and continue reading :)

It's a sunny, clear day when Rosalie walks out of the Cullen home and crosses the treaty line alone. Her yellow sundress, which swings along her knees with the slight cool breeze contrasts immensly with the dark frown upon her face. Her golden eyes, darken as she extends her arm and observes the glittering of her skin. Usually she'd be horrified by the sight, by the thought of some human finding her and reacting unpleasantly. But on this day, she finds that she simply does not care. She closes her eyes, feels the breeze play with her hair and sniffs, yearning for her scent, even though she knows she wont find it. It has been three weeks since Leah Clearwater has disappeared from the LaPush and Forks area and she has yet to believe it. She knew that her friend had been suffering from nightmares, that she'd been hiding something about them, but was it so bad that she couldn't tell her? Hadn't they grown close enough for Leah to be honest with her? How could she just leave her friends, her family and leave them all to wonder? But more importantly, how could she do this to Jacob?
Rosalie remembers how Leah and Jacob's eyes filled with love when they were near each other. Despite the imprint on her niece, Jacob fell in love with Leah and despite her initial protests Leah fell in love with him as well. Her frown deepens at the thought of what sort of trouble her friend has gotten into.

"Whoa...you guys really do sparkle." Seth comments, pulling her out of her daze. Despite her somber mood, she manages to chuckle and offer the boy a half hearted smile. He offers one back, his expression quickly going back to one of despair. She can tell that he made the humourous comment for both of their sakes.

"Hello Seth."

"Hiya."
A few moments of tense silence pass by. They are both aware of what, or rather who is on Rosalie's mind. She takes an unnessacary breath.

"Has she called?"
Seth lowers his gaze, his fists clench and unclench.

"No."

"It's been three weeks Ros-

"She'll call. She's an idiot and...and a co-coward for just run-' Rosalie's voice cracks and her throat fills with angry, helpless sobs but her eyes remain dry- 'ning off but she isn't cruel. She knows you're worried. She'll call you Seth, she will." Seth nods noncommitally. He walks closer and closer to her, until their hands brush and pulls her into a hug. Rosalie slowly, but surely hugs him back. She feels his forehead crinckle against her shoulder and he attempts to fight off tears.

"She'll call you too Rose."

"She fucking better," Rosalie whispers. Seth smiles slightly upon her shoulder before giving her waist a small squeeze and pulling away.

"You should go back home Rosalie, I'm sure Emmett's worried about you."

"He's hunting," she tells him plainly, her voice growing almost cold as she forces herself to brush off the longing and concern for her friend.

"Without you?"

"Yes."

"Seth...'she pauses 'how is Jacob?" Seth flinches at the name. The young wolf's shoulder slump and his eyes fall to the ground. His slender fingers form fists, knuckles twitching with the need to hit, to run, to move on from this moment. Rosalie's lip quivers at the sight. He looks so much like Leah in moments of distress.

"He hasn't been back to Billy's since she left. He just goes to her room sometimes during the day then leaves for days at a time. I- I asked where he goes and he pointed at the woods. I don't understand why he stays out there but he refuses to sleep anywhere else."

Rosalie sighs, "Is the idiot at least taking care of himself?"

Seth flinches again, "No...not really. I saw him last four days ago. He was slimmer and had bags under his eyes."

"Did he say anything?"

"No, he came in, stayed in her room for a bit then walked right back out without a word."

"I see. I'm going back home now Seth, be sure to call if anything happens."

"I will, thank you Rosalie," she nods at the young boy, turns around and makes her way back to the place she calls home.

Leaves flutter down to the firm dirt around him. Red, brown and gold surrond him, fall into his hair and form the outline of his body as he lies on his side, large hands clenched together. Jacob closes his eyes, letting out a mix between a growl and a whimper when the image of Leah sleeping by his side immediately appears. Her lips are parted, the lines of concern lately etched upon her forehead are gone. Her fingers twitch here and there, as if seeking something to hold on to. Jacob yearns to offer his hand, to thread their fingers together and gently wake her up. He wishes to ask her where she is, to beg her to return, to yell at her for leaving at all. Didn't she know that he'd protect her, that she's better off with the ones who love her?

Yet he does not move. If words leave his lips, if his body moves towards hers, she will wake and vanish from sight. Whatever force has given him the ability to see her has also cursed him with the inability to do anything but observe. She is not alone and yet he can not save her from solitude. She shifts in her sleep, eyelids fluttering as she comes closer to awareness. Jacob aches to hold her but keeps himself in check. He wants this illusion to last.

A slight wind ruffles her hair and her eyes suddenly open but they are glazed, unfocused. He is shocked by their color. Her eyes, normally a dark hue, shift back and forth between a molten gold and bright blue. Her lips, once parted in a relaxed state, curl up in a snarl and she growls. Jacob forces himself to keep still. Her hand transforms into a paw, but the fur is a red-ish brown rather than the usual grey. A twig breaks somewhere in the distance and suddenly Leah is up and alert, her eyes open in alarm, her arms tense. She stands slowly, the intensity in her eyes as strong as ever. Twig snap again, along with the crunch of leaves but this time the sound is closer. Leah begins to lunge but something, somehow makes her stop midair.

"Please...please," she whimpers. A humourless chuckle echoes.

"No." The force that was holding her up, drops her and she lands on the ground with a thud. Her body transforms itself into a magnificent grey wolf, with shocking blue eyes. She then goes back to her human form and curls in on herself.

"Baby," she pleads into the air and Jacob can no longer keep himself in check. He gasps, "Leah!"
Immediately the illusion is over and he awakes into solitude.

"Excuse me miss? Are you ready to order?" Leah looks up at the soft, polite voice. She blinks a couple of times, regards her surrondings in confusion.

The past few...days, weeks, months? she wonders, have gone in a blur. She doesn't even remember getting here, in this classical small town diner, with its burgundy cushioned seats, wide booths, and pale yellow and red stripped walls. The waitress tugs at the yellow and burgundy ruffles at the bottom of her brown uniform skirt, not in impatience but out of habit. She tilts her head, a frown creasing the middle of her forehead but Leah hasn't noticed. She's busy glaring from the clean plate before her, to the lone pink rose in its clear vase atop the middle of the table, to the trees outside, back down to the plate. She does this a few more times before the waitress calls out to her again.

"Miss?" Leah looks up, gazes into light brown eyes, filled with worry. She opens her mouth to speak, feels dryness on her tongue.

"I- 'she croaks out' I...what?" The young girl bites her lip, brushes a blonde curl behind her ear.

"I asked you if you were ready to order, but you seem...a bit disoriented."

"Uh-" Leah starts coughing and the waitress reaches over to lightly pat her on the back.

"How about I get you a nice glass of water." she says nervously, practically jogging behind the counter where about a half a dozen adults and a few impatient children are drinking coffee, munching on fries and speaking of things that wont matter once the afternoon has faded into night. Leah closes her eyes, runs a hand through her hair, surprised to find some leaves, which she quickly plucks out. She tries to think back to the day before but nothing clear comes to mind. All she sees are paths of fallen leaves and the red glare from what she assumes is the setting sun. The clearing of a throat interrupts her thoughts. The waitress has returned with a glass of cool water. Leah grabs the glass quickly, not having realized how thristy she was until now. She presses the glass to her dry mouth then drinks and drinks until the glass is empty. She clears her throat, reads the name on the waitress' tag.

"Thank you Melissa."

"You're welcome. Um, I'm not one to pry but-

"Good. I'm ready to order now." Leah interrupts, forcing herself to calm down and act normally, to ignore the blankness in her head. Melissa shuffles her feet, tugs at her skirt again.

"I didn't mean to be rude Melissa, there's simply nothing to tell. I had a slight moment of confusion, thats all." Melissa doesn't look pleased with her comment but refrains from being pushy. She instead nods and offers a friendly smile.

"What will you be having then?"

"I'll have two bacon burgers with cheesy fries and another glass of water." Leah says, reading orders from the paper menu on the table. Melissa scribbles down the order and is ready to turn around when suddenly a male voice captures her attention.

"Melissa? She'll also take a slice of cherry pie, it's her favorite."

A male in his late twenty slides into the seat opposite her, folds his light brown hands and grins at her. Leah takes in his black shoulder length hair, the lone puffy scar running down the side of his neck, his white muscle t-shirt and the small healed over scratches on his arms. She feels a stirring of emotion within her. It isn't until she sees his eyes, a shocking blue that anger blooms within her and she snarls.

"Who the fuck are you?" She asks threatningly but in a low tone in order to keep attention off of them. The man chuckles.

"My name's Zulimar, you can call me Zul for short." he answers, extending a hand. She glares at his fingers, attempts to remember meeting him before but can't. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration and he notices, shakes his head with a wry grin.

"Don't remember me,huh? I'm a bit insulted. Come on Leah, look a little closer." He tells her, grasping her wrists in his hands and gazing into her eyes. The anger that appeared upon the sight of his blue eyes now dissiapatates into resentment and sorrow. Zulimar notices the change in her and tilts his head.
"

Aw, I thought you'd be happy to see me?"

"What do you want from me? Why did you spend all this time haunting me?" Her voice is pained in rememberence of restless nights.

"What do you mean, what do I want? Haven't you paid attention to the dreams? I've drawn you away from home to protect you, silly."

A/N: The name Zulimar means Blue ocean. Well, thats the first chapter, I'll update soon.