First Love Is Unforgettable

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I do not own or profit from 'The Twilight Saga' or anything else associated with 'The Twilight Saga' or 'Summit Entertainment'. The only thing I own is the plot and a few minor characters that are clearly not derived from the 'Twilight Saga' books or movies.

Slash Warning

This story contains hints of relationships between two members of the same sex. If you are homophobic, have problems with romantic/sexual feelings between two men, or it is illegal to read this where you live, then it would be advisable to skip these chapters.

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Leah's POV

I ran out of Emily's house, the house that should have been mine. I didn't care who saw me or what they thought of me, assuming they even noticed I was gone. Emily was pregnant. Sam of course was grinning like he'd won the lottery. Grinning that smile, my smile, the one he told me was for me and me alone. Now it meant that he really had won… he had the girl of his dreams… and now the child.

I know that I come across as a bitter harpy, but the truth is that while I may not have been happy about the imprint I could have at least understood and accepted it if they had told me, after all my former fiancé and my cousin were the two people in the world I had cared the most about. If they had sat me down and talked to me about it I would have tried to be happy for them. But finding them in the middle of making love in my bed in my house… Can anyone honestly expect me to be okay with either of them after witnessing that?

I have seven words for you… 'Thank God I have joined Jacob's pack' I now have freedom over my actions. If I were still in Sam's pack he would have forced me back… knowing that I cant bear to see him and Emily together… knowing that every second would be torture, made only worse by the fact that Sam no longer cared even remotely for me. He would force me to return in agonising pain just so his fucking imprint could exude fake happiness at my presence.

So now I'm doing something the old Leah Clearwater would never do. Running back to a mansion of vampires and working as their guard dog. Did I join Jacob's pack so I could look after my baby brother? No, that was just a pretence. Did I join Jacob's pack so that I could have freewill? No. I joined Jacob's renegade pack so I could get away from Sam, (my ex-fiancé), and Emily, (my back-stabbing-whore of a cousin).

Alistair's POV

Already I am regretting my decision to witness for Carlisle. The plane ride alone was torturous, so much tantalizing blood, so many different scents, so many different… flavours. But I am no newborn. After all I have had well over nine thousand years to discipline my thirst.

And now here we are. Me, Carlisle and Esme. Their home screams wealth and extravagance. It disgusts me.

No doubt there are dozens of other vampires inside. Already I can smell them. Garrett, Mary, Randall, the Irish, and the Romanians – Is Carlisle mad? The Volturi will be furious – I though the whole point of this witnessing was too appease the Volturi, not ignite their displeasure. Wait… Is that? Oh dear heavens… Carlisle isn't mad… he's bloody suicidal. WEREWOLVES. Oh my this will mean centuries on the run… everyone Carlisle's talked to in the last decade will be on the Volturi's list… I can't believe I got sucked into this. What a fine way to treat your friends.

Leah's POV

Before I knew it, I was in front of Bloodsucker Palace. I must have been awfully distracted not to have been repelled by the scent sooner. I guess the fact that I had not eaten all day made the smell of food more powerful to me than the vampire stench. I could hear Rosalie in the kitchen muttering something to herself about having to feed the dog, and how if she'd wanted a pet she would have gone to the pound.

I slipped in the back and slinked into the kitchen as quietly as possible. Didn't want to alarm the houseful of leeches, even though they knew the place was crawling with werewolves. Rosalie was the only one in the kitchen, luckily. I'd rather deal with her than Esme or Alice, not to mention Bella. I didn't like Rosalie and she didn't like me, but we had a comfortable acceptance of our enmity.

"Hey bitch", said Rosalie, her voice unaffected by the clothespin theatrically perched on her nose, (for Renesmee's entertainment no doubt). "That was funny the first ten times" I said sarcastically. "I hope you made enough for two".

"What do I look like, a maid at a pet hotel?" Before she had the chance to continue I quickly interjected with: "Do you really want an answer?" She shrugged unaffected: "Get your own lunch. Esme has made it abundantly clear that all our facilities are at your disposal. Fridge, stove, oven". She looked me up and down disdainfully, before rudely hinting: "Clothing, showers, bathtubs, soap".

"I might just take you up on that", I said as I raided the refrigerator for the makings of a monster-sub sandwich, ignoring the neat stack of blood bags. "I can't come within a hundred feet of this house without getting your vampire stench all over me. Last time I was here, it took me an hour to wash the smell out of my hair".

"That's saying a lot", Rosalie said with mock sympathy as she flipped her long golden curls behind her shoulder. "A pixie cut is considered very chic and feminine by people native to this century", I retorted, right before taking a huge bite out of my sub. "Sure, sure", Rosalie semi-acknowledged.

I took my sandwich and left the kitchen. I started to head outside, but didn't want anyone from the pack to find me, so I made my way towards the stairs. On the second floor I could still hear and smell vampires all over the place, so I followed more stairs to an attic.

I opened a door in the ceiling at the top of the staircase, revealing a dark windowless room that could easily have been a small museum. There was a string hanging above me that presumably turned on a light-bulb, but I didn't bother pulling it, even in my human form, I had awesome night vision. Satisfied that I was alone, I closed the trap door behind me, hoping to block out the vampire smell. No such luck. Oh well…

"What are you, and why are you in the attic?" A deep, irritated voice in a British accent made me jump high enough in the air to almost hit my head on the ceiling. The fact that my sandwich remained intact was testament to just how famished I was.