Title: Scream Ferocity

Summary: "Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply. Those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they have now set on fire" Leah finally snaps.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. This story is produced without profit. Quote attributed to ~unknown~

Characters: Leah/Jacob/Ensemble

Genre: Angst/Hurt/Family

Rating: Older teen- Adult

Warnings: Dark themes. Non explicit violence, murder, sex.

Status: In Progress.

Archiving: Please PM me

Inspirations/Dedications: Dedicated to anyone who has ever had feelings.

Author's Notes: This is the edited version of this story.

The Beginning: Part Two

"The notes most seldom heard will on rare occasions make themselves audible"

A person will go to extraordinary lengths to protect their family. Isn't that a commonly known fact? Women lift cars off their children, siblings give each other kidneys. When did things become so wrong?

Once upon a time she believed it but it is all just fairy tales now.

"I'm sorry. I love him." Fat tears drip down Emily's twisted face. "I can't help it. I can't help how I feel."

Leah can't speak. Every second she exists is another spent hurting. There is a stabbing pain right in her heart. Isn't hate an emotion?

She feels it like a kick in the gut.

She tries to understand but she can't. Everything is twisted and turned upside down. Nothing makes sense anymore. She wants to kick and scream, cry like a child with her mama and daddy's arms around her.

"It just happened. He's my soulmate. Please forgive me."

Wrong. He is Leah's soulmate and Emily is stealing him from her.

Emily sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve. "Please, say something, Leah. This isn't like you. You're scaring me."

Well, you're killing me.

Leah stares at her. It has to be a joke, it has to be wrong. She couldn't do this. He couldn't do this. People she loves couldn't hurt her so much. "I know you can't help how you feel," she says, voice level, trying her best to be understanding. "But you can choose what you do."

Emily knows it is an ultimatum and Leah knows that the choice is already made.

"I love you. You're like a sister to me. Please just forgive me. Please try to understand."

Leah leaves because if she doesn't she will go crazy. She will hit out and never stop. "You're not my sister anymore."

….

She goes home. She needs to be around people who she knows will have her back. She needs to know that the world is right and that Emily and Sam are the ones who are all fucked up and wrong.

"Daddy! Mom!" She hollers as soon as she walks through the door. The daze and confusion gives way as soon as she sees their faces and she collapses into their arms, unable to speak as her father asks her what is wrong. Somewhere deep is a sick feeling that he already knows.

She tells them, stuttering her words and choking on her tears. Her mother stares at her, confused and angry. Her daddy looks conflicted.

Why?

"Leah, you have to understand that sometimes the heart wants what it wants."

Her heart stops all over again. That isn't what he is supposed to say. Why isn't he angry? "What?"

He smooths her hair and gives her a painful look. "Maybe...maybe you and Sam just weren't meant to be, princess."

Her mother looks dumbfounded. "Harry?"

Her father shakes his head and her mother bites back whatever she was going to say. The set of her jaw demands an explanation, if not now then later.

"My cousin has just stolen my boyfriend." Leah says slowly, as if pacing her words right might help them understand. Maybe they didn't hear her right. Maybe they thought she was talking about a different Emily.

Her daddy shakes his head. "You can't help how you feel, baby."

She pulls away from him and runs through to her room, as far away as she can run but it's not far enough. It feels as though everybody is playing a joke but they're not letting her in on it.

How could they?

...

Sam is even worse. He stops by the next day telling her that he wants to explain, that he needs her to understand but he still spouts the same crap that Emily did.

"I can't help it. I love her. We didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive me." Please help me feel better for stabbing you in the gut, Leah. Please tell me it's okay while I'm ripping out your heart.

"I hate you," she says.

Sam just nods and she knows that her hate is acceptable even if it hurts him. He loves Emily now and Leah is collateral damage. She is just not that important any more.

She feels it all, swirling inside her stomach until it turns her sick. So angry, confused, hurt, ashamed...

It hurts so bad and nobody can tell her why she has to go through this. Why?

….

"I've invited them over for dinner."

Her father tries to sound sympathetic but Leah would have preferred him to pick up the kitchen knife and slam it straight into her heart.

"Why would you do that?" Her voice is calm. There has to be an explanation.

He moves towards her, tries to embrace her and she slams him back, surprised at how strong her anger makes her.

He shakes his head sadly. "You have to try to understand. You and Emily are family. You can't let this come between you."

Leah picks up a glass and before she can decide to throw it at his head she launches it at the cupboard behind him. The shattering glass is as loud as thunder. She can hear footsteps from the hall, Seth throwing his XBox controller down.

"How could you?" she screams. "Why are you doing this to me?" God, her anger burns.

Her father shakes his head and she can see him struggling to hold back tears.

Suddenly she feels restless, something itching under her skin to do something, anything. "You're supposed to love me, not Sam and Emily." She slams cupboards and kicks at the chairs.

"Calm down, Leah."

She didn't even realise her mother was in the room. Seth runs to her side. "What's going on?"

She ignores them both. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

Harry, because this man isn't her daddy, rushes to her side and forces her into a hug. He won't let her go, even when she struggles with more strength than she realised she had. "I'm doing this for you, sweetheart," he whispers, voice thick with tears she can feel on her own face. "You have to let go, darling. Sam is never coming back to you."

Sue is running her hands over Leah's hair, Leah's face...trying to make it better as only a mother can but mothers are human and there are some places in a persons soul that just can't be touched.

"God, baby. You're burning up," she says. "Seth, get a damp cloth."

Leah pushes her hands away. "I don't want a fucking cloth, I don't want you touching me. Let me go, let me go, let me GO!"

The world stops turning backwards and finally explodes...and it feels wonderful, all her pent up rage bursting out of her. She feels like she can tear into it.

Her mother breaks the silence with an ear piercing scream. Leah feels it rattling inside her head and she knows something is wrong. This is Sue Clearwater. Nothing scares her that badly.

Leah tries to run, legs buckling under her, body twisting as a voice in her head tells her to run. Run because it is not safe. This house, this world...it is not yours. You don't belong to it.

"Stop her," Harry yells, breathing deep and clutching his chest. He sounds so confused, so shocked.

Neither her mother or Seth oblige. They are both huddled together, tears staining their shocked face.

She tries to speak, cry for help, and it comes out a low rumble in her chest. She looks down and she can see paws, claws thick and shiny, scraping linoleum into shreds. Back legs kicking chairs into splinters. Sharp canines drawing blood from a thick tongue and a feeling that she's not who she used to be. Something has changed.

She has changed.

"Harry!"

Sue runs to his side, hands shaking with panic as she pulls open his shirt. His breathing is getting more shallow and Leah can hear his heart slow but she can't make sense of it and so she doesn't pay attention. She's still trying to run, frantically and unsuccessfully.

"Take care of them," she hears her father say. "Take care of her."

It is the last thing Leah hears before her legs buckle under her and her head hits the floor with a thump. The earth stops turning all together.

If she had known just what kind of world she would wake up to, she wouldn't have bothered.

...