One year. One year since Sam imprinted on Emily. One year since Bella swan became Mrs. Bella Cullen, and a bloodsucker. One year since Jake had imprinted on their daughter, Renesmee. Oh, and one year since I turned into a wolf.
Those last months must've been the most chaotic of my life. I mean, I'd never have thought back then that I would become close friends with Jacob Black, close enough to become his second in command- his beta. He's been helping to cure me since then- from what Sam did to me. What he did to me was possibly the most painful thing I have experienced. I guess I'm starting to realise that it wasn't entirely his fault now, that he didn't want to hurt me the way he did.
That's also why I hate imprinting. It finds someone's true soul mate, but hurts the one the person is already with, the one who loved them first. I dread the day I become an imprint zombie, never being able to think straight because I'm always worrying about my imprint. Gee, it seems real stressy for the wolf that imprints- especially if they've imprinted on a kid like Quill did with Claire, or Jake with Renesmee. Although, I think Jake's better off, after all he only has to wait six years for Nessie to grow up, even though she is part leech. Quill has to wait another seventeen years at the least, which has to be pretty tough, I mean, when everyone else has their imprintee ready cooked, and he has to bake his first, if you get what I'm saying. Well, everyone else except me.
Jake and Bella made up this thing that suggests that there are only two soul mates for each person. One of those for me was Sam; the other I feel was Jake. And each of them has already found their other soul mate, leaving me on my own, again.
It's kinda depressing really, thinking that your gunna spend the rest of your life alone. Maybe there's an imprintee out there, waiting to be imprinted on by me. But I can't be sure; after all I am the first female wolf of our tribe- I don't even know if imprinting occurs to female shape shifters. I don't even know if female shape shifters can have kids. I mean, I haven't even had my period since the phasing started- forgive me boys because I know you lot probably have never heard of periods, no offence, but I've hardly heard about what occurs in your puberty status either, and I don't want to - but what do I know, honestly. I'm only Leah Clearwater of the Quileute's, daughter of the late Harry Clearwater, and bored out of my hell.
***
It was quite early in the morning, and I was sat at the table, completely innocent, reading the news paper, when little miss bad boy came stomping through the door, and began whining in my ear like a little lost puppy.
"Come 'n Lee, you just can't sit there while those hounds die of starvation in that car of yours. That's just plain cruel- Cruella De Vil" Seth moaned.
I just simply looked at him, blinked, and then turned back to the news paper article I had been reading.
"Lee, come 'n. it's not much they're asking, just some food-and water- and walkies. Not much at all to ask- not much at all-"Seth whinged, his broken voice getting a notch higher than what was normal.
"Calm down, stressy Sethy" I yawned sarcastically, stretching one of my arms up, and whacking my baby B on the head as I brought it down again, "if its bothering you so much why don't you just do it yourself?"
"LEAH!" Seth squealed.
I sighed, snapping the news paper shut and glared up at him sharply.
"Seth, I was trying to read that!" I pointed at the paper scrunched into my other hand, "and I was finding it vaguely interesting!"
"And since when have you ever been interested in anything, Cruella De Vil?!" he replied smugly. My mouth dropped open, and before I thought about what I was saying, I was saying it- something I knew as soon as I started to say it, would give Seth completely the wrong impression:
"I am interested in myself, thank you very much." I blurted out in defence, "Interested in what I eat, in what I wear, in what I look like. I am interested in what I do, my hobbies, including running, eating, and applying make-up to my face. AND, I am certainly interested IN MY FREAKING NEWSPAPER!"Ah crap, what a bummer, I'd just revealed to him that I'm so absorbed in my self... not.
Seth just looked at me, arms crossed, and a cheesy grin stretching up his face. I stared at him, horrified with what I had just supposedly 'revealed' to him.
"Well, I suppose it's not your fault you are so self-centred," he began, shaking his head sarcastically, "I suppose you would be interested in those poor mutts, only sadly they don't seem to satisfy your own needs, which is too bad, since I'm gunna be telling mom if you don't pay attention to them."
I was about to argue with him about how I was not self-centred, but just tending to my lonely-heart, when I suddenly realised what my bro had just said.
"What did you say?" I had to ask just to make sure I had heard right (ah, whatever- being a werewolf didn't count) and when Seth opened his mouth, shut it again, and gave me a small, guilty smile, I knew that I had heard correctly.
"What did you SAY?"I repeated in my beta's voice (there was an alpha voice, so why not a beta) and Seth seemed to gulp guiltily "you wouldn't dare!"
I launched out of my seat, and flew at Seth, who swiftly dodged me, making me crash into the cabinets behind him. Growling I pushed myself up onto one of the cabinets and then, standing myself up- careful not to hit my head on the ceiling- I leapt off it and landed on Seth's back, clasping my arms around his neck. Then, dropping my feet lightly to the floor, I pulled his neck back so his ear was level with my lips, and I repeated in a smooth, long growl, "You wouldn't dare"
Seth gulped with difficulty, and then nodded as best he could. I sighed, shaking my head, and let go of him. Relieved, he grabbed his neck and swallowed hard, and then he turned to look at me directly, his dark eyes reflecting my image: a russet skinned girl, with swirly, below shoulder length black hair and long lashes that shadowed her already dark eyes. She was tall, and had well-built body- if I do say so myself- and was slumped into a purple cardi and a chequered mini skirt.
"Leah, why are you staring at me like that?" Seth asked, snapping me out of vain-Leah mode, and then, when he knew I was listening, he mumbled, looking at me slightly ashamed "I'm sorry-I was only playing with you, but- but hopefully I've also warned you that if you're not responsible for your pets, then, well, mom could find out, and-and the pound could get hold of-" he didn't get to finish because I cut him off, getting his point.
"Okay, okay. So you weren't going to tell mom?" I grumbled, "You mean you were just kidding around with me! Seth, you are an idiot-,"
"NO LEAH, YOU'RE THE IDIOT! Anyway, I'm glad I've saved your butt from getting any larger as you're not sitting on that chair anymore, so I guess you'll be feeding those poor hounds now, and so you should!" and with that, he turned around, and walked out of the room.
When I heard the back door slam from down the hall, I knew that I was now alone; thank god, Seth sometimes sounded so much like our mom I wanted to crap myself, not to mention that he was such a mommy's boy and it pissed me off. If dad was still alive he'd show Seth how to be a real man, not that I'm dissing Seth's manliness- don't get me wrong, because I love my little bro- but he needs to get out some more, meet some girls- human girls I mean. And whose ass had he been calling large, ergh!
***
Later, I was standing outside my garage, twirling the keys for it around my index finger. There was a bag of doggie chow slumped beside me- well, in fact I suppose it wasn't actually 'dog food', but all the food I had managed to stuff down my top from yesterday- you see, most of us shape shifters go round to Sam's for a bite to eat- and usually more. I don't think anyone noticed me sliding the hot dogs down my top, let alone the ketchup that I managed to get all down my front. I'm surprised no-one mentioned it- but I suppose the guy's are more absorbed in their own dinner- in which they wolf down all too quickly, and Emily's usually got her hands full cooking to notice me much.
I looked up at the wide sliding door of my lovely log garage, which is just round the side of my family's home. The door was painted a dark green, in which I thought was rather accurately done, considering La push is surrounded by lush green forest, a forest that is also totally damp.
Finally, heaving a sigh, I shook my head back and forth, then positioned a hand by the handle of the garage and slid one of the keys into the lock. I twisted it around until there was 'click' sound, and the garage door slid up and outwards. I quickly jumped out of its way, and when it slowed down a notch, I pushed it up until it could go no further. Satisfied, I clapped my hands together, and gazed at the beauty I owned: My beautiful sapphire blue eclipse, complete with a pair of fluffy pink dice, seat and steering wheel covers to match, and a cute nodding dog at the back (what more could I ask for, really).
Sighing, I grabbed hold the 'hot dog' bag and heaved it in, and dumped it beside the front wheel. Then putting my fingers in my mouth, I whistled a long, deep whistle. Then, I waited...and waited... then suddenly there was a kinda 'roo-ah-ruff' sound to my side, and I almost jumped out of my skin (thankfully I hadn't, or that would've been messy) when there was a 'thud' against the car door, and I turned to face a large, furry shape with a tongue and teeth moaning at me.
"roo-ah-ruff, roo-ah-ruff" it scratched the door with its oversized paws, "roo-ah-ruff!"
"yes, I know," I replied, bending down until I was level with the glass panel that separated me from the moaning dog, then slyly I slid my hand down my top and brought out my car keys ( yes, very well, my bra was my safe place. Whatever- but doesn't every girl have one- a safe place , not a bra- although I do hope they do wear bras, because I don't find it very attractive to see their nip's poking out- well, I'm not a lesbian I suppose, so I wouldn't-)and anyway, I pulled out my car keys, and pressed the little squidgy button on the main key- the one with the black, plastic head, and I watched proudly as the car door swung open- thanks to the amazing electronics fitted by my favourite best friend.
That was when the large, fluffy shape leapt out and straight up onto my chest, making me stumble backwards. It didn't really matter though, because the long, wet tongue still managed to stretch its way up until it was washing my face with its smelly, gooey drool.
"ewewew, Brandy get off" I pushed the German shepherd cross down, but he wouldn't budge. So I gave a hard shove "get off you dirty mutt" I groaned, wiping the goo he had left from my face.
"roo-ah-ruff!" an annoyed non-bark sounded to me again, and I peered over to the car door to see a scruffy, ginger poodle the size of a rabbit stood at on the edge of the car seat, looking at me as if to say 'oi, you there, the one standing there like a moron just been hit by a baseball bat, you get here right now before I bite your fat ass'.
I cocked my eyebrow- so it hadn't been Brandy moaning at me then; it had been this little dude. And now this was my kind of dog- the one that looks cute, but really has an attitude bigger than their bark- and that's saying something, even if it was a small dog with an afro.
Now, as I stood here, looking from Brandy to Gin- yup, I had named them both after fairly famous alcoholic drinks, but I was fairly drunk the night I had found them wandering the streets of La Push, so my brain really wasn't working- I thought I smelt something that smelt rotten- something dodgy!
I followed my nose until I was head first in the car, and that's when I saw it- the pile of doggie puke or poop, mixed with the incense of doggie urine- and in my eclipse- MY FRICKING ECLIPSE- and do excuse my French, but FUCK, they pooped, and weed in my car!
"THATS IT!" I yelled, drowning at the 'roo-ah-ruff' of the moaning Gin, "NO MORE JUNK FOOD FOR A YEAR!!"
***
As I shoved the 'hot dog' bag open a little later, I was shocked to hear a familiar voice of someone I have only dreamed about for like- well, not ever, but for a year since he imprinted on the bloodsuc-vampires daughter.
"Hey, you need a hand?" he asked in his smooth, hoarse voice.
Now, as I crouched here, tugging on the rope to undo the bag, I couldn't help shaking the hair out of my eyes, and then sweeping my fringe back with the back of my hand just to make sure before I turned to look at him.
Jacob Black, my knight in shining armour, and alpha wolf in russet fur stood there beaming down at me. He's the reason I have healed so much- from Sam I mean. He's also one of the reasons I've decided to respect the local bloodsuckers - the Cullen's- as people, and not just bloodsuckers- damn, I mean vampires- whatever. Also Thanks to him, I have the bestest friend in history- literally.
I turned slowly, in what I hoped a sexy manner and looked up at him thoughtfully, and shook my head.
"No, I think I'm okay, Jake. But thanks for offering," I said, and I smiled at him, showing him my teeth. He smiled back at me, revealing him own glossy white teeth, and I trembled when he offered his hand.
"Honestly, Lee, I want to help. After all, you are my beta," then he was suddenly kneeled beside me, and practically ripped the bag apart, making hot dogs, burgers and who knows what other junk explode over the both of us.
"Last night's dinner" Jake predicted, wiping ketchup from his brow, and I nodded, in a non-guilty way. He just laughed, and jumped up again, and I did the same.
Just as we did, Brandy and even the complaining Gin leapt straight into devouring the sack of junky provisions. I wiped my hands triumphantly, before turning to face Jake. He had been beaming at me, when suddenly his expression dropped to one of seriousness, and I gulped, realising he had just gone into alpha-Jake mode.
"Leah, I was wandering if we could talk," he said, looking gravely at me. I nodded, and he looked around, biting his lip, "and, maybe somewhere more private" I nodded again, understanding entirely what he meant, and backed out of the garage, along with Jake, and shut the garage door, leaving the dogs to enjoy their meal on their own.
We walked silently round to the back of the garage, where we were greeted by the trees of the La Push forests, and we walked on a little further into the trees. I was still walking, when I was suddenly aware that Jake had stopped. I paused, and turned to face him. He wasn't focusing on me, instead he was sniffing the air, a look of pure concentration upon his (sexy and cute- honestly, I can't help it, even if he is four years younger than me) face.
"There have been six killings in the last fortnight. Three in Seattle, two in Port Angeles, and one just outside of Forks," I heard him shudder, and I nodded again, remembering why I had been so interested in the news paper. It was on the front page- it was on every front page around Forks and La Push- that a body had been found in a creak that was running through the forest around Forks.
"Yeah, I read about it this morning, only my little, annoying, poopie excuse of a little bro-"I rambled on until Jake suddenly cut me off.
"Leah, I'm worried! What if it's near where Nessie and Bella live, and the rest of the Cullen's? What if they go after Nessie- that's if they mistake her for an immortal child? What if-"it was his time to ramble on while I held up my hands, trying to steady him?
I can't remember seeing him this vulnerable since before he'd been a werewolf- well, apart from when he was terrified for his imprints life. That reminded me of the good old days, when there had been no such thing as werewolves and vampires, and for that matter, imprinting. But, moving on, what in god's name was he going on about.
"Jake, I'm a bit confused. Could we please take this somewhere else- somewhere I can see what you're talking about"
Jake looked at me blankly for a second, when he nodded, and replied a hoarse, "sure sure" before he took off into the surrounding trees, and I lost sight of him completely. I sighed; I think I remembered to put my ankle band on. Well, let's just hope.
You know, when I change I feel nothing. There's only a tingly feeling in my stomach, like when you're on a rollercoaster, and I feel a little hot. But that's all the pain it causes, nothing tragic like in that old film 'an American werewolf in London'. And man, did that look (and sound) painful.
I listened to the soft footfalls of my paws as they hit the ground, and felt a cool breeze whistle through my grey fur as I ran. I sniffed the air quickly for Jacob's scent, and caught one that really, honestly annoyed me.
'SETH! What the hell are you doing here?' I yelled angrily in my head, a long, unexpected growl runny through my teeth.
'LEAH! What the- I was about to ask the same question' he yelped,and then added, 'I didn't know you were that mad at me!' I realised that I was flashing pictures through my head of strangling my brother, of which I quickly blocked.
'Leah! Is that you?' I almost died when I heard Embry's soft voice in my head, 'and Seth?'
'Hey Embry, what's up bro-'Seth began excitedly, when he was cut off by another beaming voice.
'Gee, is that Leah and Seth, and Embry?' I heard Quill bellow happily in my head, drowning out my thoughts about how rude it was to barge into people's heads like that, 'Lee, I'm not barging into your head, I've just been looking all over for you!' he added in defence, and blurted, 'did you hear the news- about the body found just outside of Forks?'
'Yeah, I found out this morning, then Seth came along and-'
'Oh gee, Lee. I didn't know that you were reading that news paper for a reason; I thought you were just reading it to annoy me. Oh, sorry sis," Seth apologised, interrupting me again. Sigh.
'Yeah, and apparently it was found not far from where the Cullen's are! Embry chirped in.
'Holy dog shit'
'Yeah, I know, must be quite exciting for the citizens of Forks, you know, it must be usually quite uninteresting in the rainiest village in Washington- no, in the whole of America, to be the centre of a major crime! Quill uttered.
I sighed, shaking my wolf head. God, boys were melodramatic. I was about to begin one of my lecture about how the incident in Forks was not 'a major crime' when I was cut off for about the zillionth time today.
'QUILL, IT IS NOT EXCITING FOR THE CITIZENS OF FORKS- AND ESPECIALLY THAT IT WAS FOUND SO CLOSE TO RENESME!' Jacob Black boomed, and we all cowered when we felt the depth of Jacobs's alpha voice. After that, no one seemed to have the courage to communicate, not even annoying Seth who was so cocky that pigs could fly. Well, not until we heard Jake sigh, and mutter something that sounded like 'sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that', and that's when the shyest, but kindest of us three managed to pull enough courage to ask the question pulling at my lips (well, my mind. whatever).
'Who- what did they think it was?' Embry asked softly.
Jake sighed again, 'well, it was quite a long conversation, but I'm sure a few hours of your time aren't gunna hurt; Right?'
I considered over leaving those flee-bitten mongrels with my beautiful Eclipse, but decided that if Gin got hungry, he'd hopefully eat Brandy and not the car. So, I bobbed my head up and down- in a wolfish nod- and was aware off the others doing the same- flashing images to each other of green vegetation bobbing up and down through their eyes as they nodded too.
Then we waited for Jake to spill the beans about what on earth he thought was going on- again. Sigh.
AN: Ok, there we have it, the first (proper) chapter chapter of 'Blue Moon'. I know its kinda odd, the way I keep switching places and all, but its the the introduction and all, and I wanna see if anyone is intrested in it so far. If you are, I will really apprieciate it. But i'm, gunna work on the second chapter, and hopefully it'll be up soon. ta:)
btw i'm really proud with this Chapter coz its like 8 pages long - longest i've ever done on this. (if my long-ness annoys you, just tell me:D)
