The True Alpha: The EJ Black Chronicles

Attn: In Chapter 1, it was mentioned that Rosalie was healed by EJ just days after he was born. This is from my fan fic entitled "My Renesmee/The Choice," which I will post here soon. Rosalie was stabbed by the Immortal Blade (my creation), a blade laced with a poison capable of killing any vampire. Renesmee was pregnant when EJ when she was also stabbed by this blade; when EJ was born, Nessie realized that EJ had healing powers and used them to save Rosalie, who was slowly dying just across the room. Hope this clears up any confusion!

Disclaimer: The goddess known as Stephenie Meyer created Twilight. I created EJ Black. (Well, technically, Nessie & Jake did, but I like to claim him.)

Chapter 2: Change is Coming

"EJ, are you all right?" I think I recognize Leah's voice calling to me as I blankly stare right at her. She fans her hand in front of my face, and in response, I blink and am snapped back into reality for the moment. "Come, give me a hug."

Her tanned arms are outstretched to me, and I hesitate. What does this mean? Did I just imprint on her? Why do I feel this overwhelming urge to kiss her? Why does it feel as if my heart has grown to twice its original size?

EJ, are you sure that's what happened? It's only supposed to happen after you've phased. My father's thoughts are now swirling in my confused mind. I look over at him, and he is wide-eyed, his face full of concern and bewilderment. Everyone's eyes are full of concern. I am quite embarrassed.

"Come on, EJ, just one little hug. I'm not gonna bite." Leah's beautiful eyes are peering into mine. I loudly gulp, and I don't know what to do.

As a diversion, I quickly retrieve my new guitar from the beige carpet. I stand up, and Leah's arms are now about me from behind. Her fragrant lavender scent engulfs all my senses, and I responsively drop the guitar once again. I turn around and embrace her with all my strength, grasping her glistening hair with my palms. This is my soulmate, the one I've been waiting for. And she has been in my life all along. Why didn't this happen before?

"Why don't we give Leah and EJ some time alone?" My grandpa Edward kindly asks our relatives, gesturing them toward the door leading to the backyard. He knows what has happened just as well as my father. "I'll explain once we're outside."

"What on Earth is going on, EJ?" Leah abruptly pulls away from me. My heart aches to not feel her against my body. Does she not feel it too?

I take a fleeting glance at my father, and he nods at me in affirmation. Yes, go ahead and tell her. She needs to know.

Oh, God, Dad, how do I do this? I send my desperate thoughts to him.

You remember how I told your mom. There is no easy way to do it. His mind responds, not really giving me any feasible answers. She'll understand. She's one of us, too.

Then, like a flash, my family members are gone, leaving Leah and me to our own devices. I can't move; I feel as if I'm frozen. I've always been a tough guy. Now, my insides are weeping at the thought of revealing my newfound love to Leah Clearwater, my aunt for all intents and purposes. I wish I could run away from here, anywhere but here.

"EJ, what's wrong? Please tell me before I go insane." Leah's puzzled expression causes my heart to skip a beat. Wow, she is so gorgeous. I'm utterly speechless in her presence.

Without thinking, I take off out the front door, running with more vigor than I ever have before. I know that I couldn't help what happened. But why did this have to happen now? Why couldn't it have waited just a few more days? All I know is that I love Leah now more than I have ever loved anyone. And she would most likely not return my love. I am her nephew, not by blood, but by a technicality.

This angers me so much that I feel this burning deep within my throat. It is the fiery, burning sensation I feel each time before I need to feed on human food. But this time feels different, so much more intense. I feel something else as well. My skin is beginning to itch, almost as if it is being scratched by unseen forces. My stomach is churning. My insides are screaming. My eyes are wide as if they could pop out of my skull at any moment.

I stop dead in my tracks and collapse to the ground on all fours, shrieking at the top of my lungs. The change is coming; I can feel it taking me over with every passing second. I hurriedly remove my leather jacket, flinging it into the darkness of the night. I then claw the wet dirt under my palms in an attempt to relieve the never-ending pressure building inside me. The pain is overwhelming. It is consuming me, body and soul.

Then, suddenly, as the searing pain comes to a climax, my clothes fly into tiny shards of fabric all around me, and I gaze in wide-eyed wonder at the new world before me.