Chapter 3: Luck

You're sick of feeling numb

You're not the only one

I'll take you by the hand

And I'll show you a world that you can understand -Three Days Grace, Pain

Leah skids to a stop as the dark shape of Sam's wolf looms over us. He then nudges something with his nose. A body drained of blood. Next to me, I can feel Leah beginning to get sick. The rest of the wolves enter one by one. "Vampire," we all come to the conclusion at the same time. I walk closer to the body and study it. Aside from the gashes in the neck and the tattered clothes, the body is very beautiful. Her skin is almost the exact shade as Leah's, her hair, matted with blood and dirt has a coppery tone to it.

"I'll kill the leech who did this!" I think. "Kill them!"

"Does anyone recognize the scent?" Sam asks.

"No," we all think.

"So it's not a Cullen," Sam decides.

"They could be entertaining friends," I point out.

"Paul, Jared," Sam orders. "You go to the Cullen's and ask them. Control yourselves, please. Embry, Quil, you guys keep an eye over here in case the vampire comes back. Seth and I will keep patrolling the perimeter." I wait for Sam to tell Leah and me what to do.

"Sam?" Leah thinks in a mock sweet tone. "What do you want Jacob and me to do?"

"Nothing," Sam answers quickly.

"Oh," Leah thinks. "So you think if I fall in love with Jacob, I'll finally get off your back."

"I never said that, Leah." Sam sounds annoyed. "You and Jacob just aren't needed right now."

I nudge Leah gently with my nose. "Come on," I think, even though I want to be part of the action also. "Let's go." Leah reluctantly agrees, probably just to be with me. It takes what feels like no more than five seconds to get back to my house.

"Shoot!" Leah thinks when she sees her clothes in shreds. "I'm really bad at keeping my clothes in one piece. I'll run home and grab some other clothes. And Jake, please save your fantasies for when you're in human form."

"Like you weren't thinking the same things," I argue. Leah rolls her eyes, then runs in the direction of her house. She returns back in human form, fully dressed. I transform, pull on my pants, and eye her baggy t-shirt and jeans. "You know, you should really wear more flattering clothes," I tell her. "You've got a great figure."

She smirks and slaps me. "Like I'm going to listen to you," she says. I roll my eyes and climb up the side of the house, through the open window. Leah follows me, landing gracefully on the carpeting.

"I can't believe Sam," she mumbles.

"Forget about Sam," I suggest.

"That's a little hard to do when I have to be in his head all the time," Leah says.

"Try," I say, kissing the top of her head.

"You know what I want to do?" Leah says, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Kill Sam?"

"No."

"Stop being a werewolf?"

"No."

"Um… I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"I want to know what it feels like to kiss you without an audience, and without Paul daring us."

"And here I thought I wasn't getting lucky tonight," I say, wrapping her in my arms.

"You're not," Leah says.

"Shh…" I whisper before kissing her.

Leah eventually moves her mouth to my neck. "You're not getting lucky, Jacob," she whispers. "But I am."

(A/N: I know this is probably going too fast to be realistic, but I don't have the patience to wait for Jacob and Leah to realize their love for each other. If you don't like it, don't read this.)