My version of Leah and Twilight. Werewolves+ magic involves. Leah never a werewolf but she knew of their existence and imprinting. Sam imprinted on Emily and left her. Everyone saw her as pathetic. Life could be worse? Of course it does. WARNING: I changed the plot & characters. OOC. If you felt the urge to kill me, then don't read. Also, I'll correct errors as I find them.

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Alone in the light : I'll try to write something else but I always write on my mood. Right now, it's Twilight.

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Chapter 2 :: Alone

They said love hurts. True, absolutely true.

I couldn't remember how I got home that day. I bet Seth carried me. He's huge enough to do something like that after transforming into a huge wolf. More surprised, mom came home that night. After marrying Chief Swan, she stayed at Forks most of the time. But apparently, after dad's death, she took his spot as one of the elders and became one of the most respected people in the council. In fact, she was pleased for Emily, very proud for Seth and angry at me.

She was pleased Emily was imprinted on, by Sam of all people. She said it was an honor to become one and took part in continuing the bloodlines of our tribe. Emily would become the wife of the alpha, the one who would lead the pack to fight and protect the land. She was so proud of Emily and I felt she was a bit disappointed in me.

In Seth's case, she was extremely, absolutely over the top of being very proud of him for becoming a werewolf. Mom said it's an honor as well. She even threw a feast to celebrate it. If this whole thing was not a secret, she probably told anyone that she met on how she felt. Since we hardly saw mom, Seth was overjoyed with her reaction.

As for me, mom nagged non stop on how I now should conduct myself in front of Sam and Emily. I should forget about and find someone else. In fact, she clearly stated that the fact I wasn't chosen as Sam's imprint meant I was clearly not meant for him and respect what fate had decided. Imprint was meant to create better and stronger wolves than their previous generations. Fate decided it was Emily for Sam, not me.

So how I felt about this was not important? Did fate tried to say I was barren or something? Was I not allowed to be angry or feel anything because of fate decided them to be together?

Was I not important?

I hardly left the house anymore. Everywhere I went, I saw pity and curiosity. I could hear them clearly as people talked among them.

"That's the girl being dumped by Sam."

"Leah Clearwater? Really?"

"He chose her cousin instead."

"There must be something wrong with her."

To make matter worse, despite how sorry they were, Sam and Emily never concealed their feelings towards each other's, even in front of me. Maybe they didn't need the feeling to hide anymore since I already knew about them and the secrets of the tribe. In other words, they expect me to accept the imprinting part and act like Sam and I never happen.

I wish it was that easy.

I heard a knock on my door. It must be Emily. She came to visit me every day, like the whole thing never happen and we still best friends.

"Hey," she opened the door softly. On her hands were chocolate chip cookies, probably homemade. She knew it was my favorite. That's probably why she brought them daily, as a way to make me forget the whole thing.

I didn't answer her. Instead, I focus on the scenery outside. She placed the cookies on the study table and sat on the bed, like she used to whenever she came to visit me.

"Leah, let's hang out. We could go to the beach or shopping," she said softly.

"I am not in the mood."

Emily was quite for a while. "Are you still angry at Sam and me?"

I ignored her loving tone at Sam's name. "Am I allowed to?"

"You still angry," she sounded like she was close to tears. Great, now I am the bad guy! This is depressing.

"Why did you come here Emily?" I asked, sounded tired. In fact, I was.

"I want us to be close again! I want us to be like before!" now she really was crying.

God, she must be dense! Did she ever try to place herself on my shoes? I tried to accept the whole thing, I even tried to forgive them. Did she really think it was that easy? I didn't try to console her, I let her calm down herself.

After a while, she did stop crying. "I didn't want to be like this Leah. But I can't control how I felt about him anymore. You should understand why."

"Not really," I answered under my breath. In fact, I don't. The whole imprinting thingy was suck.

She was quiet for a while before getting up, to leave maybe. "I'll come again tomorrow."

I didn't bother to say goodbye. I eyed the cookies before grabbing the plate and throw them into the thrash can, like the ones before.

I didn't see Seth all day. In fact, I hardly saw him anymore. Ever since his transformation, or phased as he phrased it, he was busy with either school or patrolling. Sam even made it mandatory for him to spend more time at Emily's place, like the rest of the werewolves. It's to bond them as pack brothers. Seth was a bit reluctant at first, but being Seth, he gradually learnt to forgive Sam and Emily. It's a good thing actually. It's me that should feel bitter, not him. He's too bright and nice for this kind of feeling.

But thanks to that, I was always home alone. Mom hardly came home. In fact, she visited Emily more than me. I wondered whether I was an adopted daughter or Emily and I switched places at birth.

I saw Seth running from the woods behind the house. He was smiling brilliantly. He didn't even notice I was standing in the kitchen as he went straight into his room. He probably needed to change his pants. True enough, he came back wearing new pants. He still didn't notice me.

"So you're not coming home again tonight?" I asked him. He jumped at my voice. Clearly he didn't notice me at all.

"No- how long you have been standing there?" he frown.

"Even before you come back," I replied.

"Really? That's weird. I should've smelled you," he scratched his head. "Your scent changed."

I have a scent? Or was I smelly? I'll stick to the first. "So you're not going to join me for dinner?"

"No, there's a bonfire at the beach. We're celebrating new members," he paused. "Why don't you join us?"

I could imagine what I could see there. "No. I'll pass."

Seth took a moment to arrange his words. "You should forgive them Lee. It's beyond their control."

I felt angered at his words, but I knew its true, despite how painful it was. "I am trying to. You should know that better than anyone."

Seth looked awkwardly at the floor. "I should-uh-go now."

I just nodded. I watched him leave, feeling a bit lightheaded after the whole conversation. I should eat something. Funny how I was still hungry after eating a lot this afternoon. Maybe being angry made me hungry. I managed to prepare a light dinner and ate alone watching mindless soap opera. At least it didn't let my mind wondered on the activity on the beach. I escape to my room after that.

I need to read something, I would stop thinking about them. When I pulled out a battered copy of The Tale of Two Cities my bankbook fell out, showing the balance of more than thirty thousand dollars. I really have that much as I worked all summers and doing part-time most of the days. I even set a booth to sell lemonade and cookies at the beach during peak seasons. There was only one goal at that time: to have a grand wedding with Sam. It's crazy to think I used to think like that when I was young. But I really love him and I never see myself with anyone else. I knew he didn't have much and I didn't want to burden him. But I wanted a fairy tale wedding and a honeymoon of a lifetime. It's not like I'll be marrying lots of time. It turned out, I didn't even marry him at all.

Fate is cruel.

I ran over my hand on the balance, noticing droplets of water on the bankbook. I didn't notice I was crying. Soon I started to sob uncontrollably. This time, there's no shoulder to cry on.

Only me.

Alone.