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Chapter 3

Planning murder...

This feeling inside me leaves me so restless,

I feel my hopefulness drift away...

It's hard to breathe easy, now that I can't see your beautiful face...

By Ellie xoxo

Leah POV

Planning; that's what I had been doing for the past few months, to get away from La Push before I had lost my mind, and tumbled in with the crazies. But I guess when it comes to plans, it never turns out the way you would expect it to, especially if you're me; Leah Clearwater. I don't know what the higher up wants from me but I'm pretty sure I was only put on this earth to be pushed around and crushed for the sake of other's amusement, whatever is intended for me was never for my benefit, but to batter me down till there's nothing left to be broken but an empty shell, even then it still won't stop the assault. Life hates me, my ancestors hate me, the spirits hate me, my pack hates me, and I don't know why; that's the only explanation I can give you.

I had ran all the way from La Push with my crappy beat down car, only for it to break down on me as I came near a small town somewhere in California, called Calwa; I was exhausted and emotionally drained as I had been driving for miles stopping at odd places here and there and then decided that I needed a well deserved rest before moving again after my car got fixed. I had made a stop at a run down bar to drink my sorrows away, but it only dug into my skin that home was in La Push, home was where Jac- no, no, shaking away my mislead thoughts... How would I ever find a place to call my own when it was not what I wanted? My wounds that I had were healed on the outside but on the inside they were still burning me.

I nursed my drink, feeling eyes trained on me; they were looking at the beautiful, exotic, stranger sat by herself, as if her very core demanded them to observe her that attracted them to move in closer at the unnatural splendour. My mouth moved to form a bitter smile; they knew nothing. That I am naught but a monster on the inside, someone who could kill them in an instant without even seconds to spare; but I am veiled by this facade, an innocent in human skin that was once a part of the lost girl hidden somewhere and suppressed away in this accursed body. How do I love something that is a part of me, when it has done nothing but taken away everything that made me normal, a human being? I don't even recognize myself when I look in the mirror at the glamour of this new body, deadly elegant, completely different from when I was humanely beautiful.

I tilt my head back as I finish the last of my drink, gulping it down as if it were my saviour. My head swarms for a second at the buzz of the alcohol but then my wolfy powers kick in and it nulls it all away, a shame that I can't ever savour this luxury too and have my kidney darken away. I slid the glass back across the counter towards the curious waiter, he wants to ask me something; I can see it in his eyes. But I ignore him, patience was never really my virtue, and I don't care much for human company.

I swerve my stool around as I push myself up, grabbing my purse and jacket as I place the money on the counter and turn to walk out, disregarding the watchful eyes seated around me and the waiter's call for forgetting to take my change, as I push open the door and step outside.

I breathe the air in as I turn towards where I had parked my car, but there is an unknown male there who is trying to shove his key into my car, fumbling about, clearly drunk.

"You have the wrong car," I say, stopping behind him as he jumps up, dropping his key to the ground.

He kneels down, mumbling, trying to pick up his key, scraping his fingers on the gravel. I can hear his heart start to beat faster, as he breathes in and out harshly before looking up at me.

And there it is my eyes lock onto his dazed grey eyes, connecting my soul to his, as a thousand bolts of invisible cable strings attach themselves to me, freezing me in place, my mind disconnects to the world around me as it focuses on the human. Everything in me has now become his. His eyes widen and his heart beats even quicker before he breaks his gaze away, snapping me out from my imprint induced haze, suddenly keeling over and vomiting near my shoes; he stops to fumble about wheezing and then passes out on the floor from all the consumption of alcohol.

My heart stops it pounding and calms itself, as I look at the mess on the floor. There's worry in my mind from watching my imprint on the ground, and then I snap out of it. I scowl as I feel a sudden rage boiling inside of me, feeling more hatred for my wolf and the bastards that cursed me with this now too; my emotions are tugging and pulling at me from every corner and nook inside me. Imprint, I have always hated that word, it ruined me and now I am suddenly 'gifted' with this abomination. I spit out the bitterness I can feel, as I grasp my head pulling out strands of my hair. Wanting to bang my head onto something concrete to try and stop my mind inside from bursting, as it swirls in a vortex from its tugging to care for my imprint, to accept and be the slave, but I am not willing. I will never stoop this low, even if the pain of denying it kills me. My form bends as my breathing is now harsh, I can't seem to find any oxygen, my heart is now chained, how much more does it have to take, before it finally literally breaks? I shut my mind down, closing my eyes tight and willing all the thoughts away, I don't know how long it takes but I am finally calm.

I open my eyes slowly, standing up and then looking down at the ungraceful human, my mind whines as it whispers for me to get closer, to touch the male and hold him close, but I only look on to observe his form and ignore the voice. He seems like a strong individual with dark brown hair, pale skin, and has a rugged look to him. He is handsome, even while he looks like a drunkard; my eyes fall on his big hands and something shines out at me, there's a ring on his finger. I shake my head, trying to decide if I should accept the emotion crying out of me in pain, or laugh at my situation, I feel so bipolar. He is married. Maybe I have finally succumbed to madness. I finally decide to cackle at my fate, I snort out and my eyes blur with unshed tears; well, colour me green and fuck me sideward's! Looks like the imprint bitch has struck again. I keep looking around, thinking the shameless bitch will come out and tell me that I deserve this, that even now when I have imprinted it decided to fuck me over.

My hands clench shut tight, nails digging into my palm as I shake in anger and try not to phase out in the open, I can smell the blood that oozes down my palms from my harsh treatment. I glance to see if anyone is around, listening to any sounds of feet shuffling or heartbeats but there is none, and I wonder if I can get away with murder. Kill him before this imprint overtakes me, he's down and he won't even notice, murder this unknown male, my so called soul mate in cold blood. But just as the thought crosses my mind, it overtakes me as I snarl angrily at myself for thinking such heinous things. I am a protector, it says, and this is my imprint, my life. And once again I realize that the spirits hate me. Hadn't I made a promise that an imprint would never over rule me? Then why was I failing in keeping that promise and becoming its prey?

I run over to my car and quickly clamber in, shaking and wheezing as I grasp the wheel tight, my weary eyes drop to the window and to the ground, towards the grime and the male. There's one thing that crosses my mind as I try to overcome this insanity...

Jacob.

And my heart aches even more.

Jacob POV

They say that an imprint is a gift, to find your soul mate that was given to you by the spirits, a love so everlasting and powerful that binds you to that person, becoming anything for her. To please and protect her, all connections to previous people, no matter how important they were to you, become secondary and insignificant to that of the imprinted. But why then, is it that I can't seem to think of anything but Leah? Demanding Seth everyday for any answers, of where she could be. But her brother is loyal to her and he will never disclose anything to me even if he did know anything. She is clever when it comes to not wanting to let anyone know where she is; she becomes invisible. And now Seth is gone too, Leah fulfilled her promise of taking him, now I have no way to know where she could be, even her mother does not know where her children now reside. Has my imprint fluked out on me now that she is gone, and I have realized her importance? But if that's so, why does it still pain me to give Renesmee the importance that I should not be giving to another woman, how dare I think of another, it says to me, whispers it in my ear till the words dig into my brain, tormenting me for disrespecting my imprint.

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She sits watching me, as if I will run at any given moment, yet she knows that even if I wanted to, I can't. I am her prisoner. Her gaze tugs at the strings of my imprint, demanding the last bit of my innocent soul that craves for someone else, a specific someone that is no longer a threat to her, as she has left this immoral place that has given her nothing but pain; yet my imprint still thinks that the she-wolf will be back and is trying to assert her reigns on me. But I can't, I will not break this easy yet, that side is not for her and can never be for her, no matter how much she asks and seeks of it. I know Edward has told her everything that has been occurring in my drifting mind, the guy can't shut his gob about other people's business after all, and it is partly about me neglecting his daughter. That no good mind-raper.

It has been months since I last saw her face, Leah. When it came to her, I was always confused and conflicted, but I should have never over-clouded those emotions in me, as now I can feel nothing but heartbreak and regret. My heart screams at me for being so stupid, for not realizing it soon enough. It's hers and it always has been, but I was too slow to realize that, always running after Isabella, and now it's too late, she's left me, never coming back and I have no fight in me left. I am in a paradox, forever cursed, without her I am nothing.

I can not stop wishing and hoping, that she was still here besides me, scowling at me for being so weak and saying that imprinting was for pansies. Am I that hopeless that I can't even fight for my one true love? Did my ancestors stoop so low that they would make me imprint on a half-breed that was born from the girl that I had claimed to have loved with my once youthful mind, shifting it from mother to daughter? The complications of these relationships disgust me, but then the imprint blooms and takes away my true feelings, I am like a puppet following the strings that pull me to my master.

"Jakey, won't you come closer?" She irritates me as she pouts in a childish fit, breaking me out from my reverie but I guess it does fit her right; she is only 5 after all. No matter if she looks like a teenager now, oh how the imprint makes us fall so low.

What was I doing here anyway? Surrounded in the whiteness of the room overcrowding me, it looks more like a showroom than a home, there is no warm feeling just coldness from all the unconcealed wealth trapped in the room that is seeping into my skin. Something cold grazes my shoulder and I jump at the sudden sensation to my heated skin. I look up; it's Isabella another devil in disguise.

"Jake, didn't you hear what I said? We want you to come with us; we can't stay here any longer people will get suspicious when they realize that they are growing old yet we aren't."

"My father needs me," I reply back watching as a frustrated frown passes her face.

"Jake Nessie and I need you; Billy has Rachel and all the pack to take care of him, there's nothing left worth here for you no more" She stresses out.

I freeze at her sudden proclamation, I feel sick to the stomach and something boils up inside me. I don't even realize that I am shaking in anger until I hear Renessme whimpering, and Edward suddenly appear in my view to move his wife away from me; all the while glaring. How dare she insinuate that my family were not important? My pack, my brother's, my tribe! Fair enough I already lost Leah, but what makes her think I will lose more people I care about just for her sake. I made so many mistakes for them; ignoring my father, always putting my pack in danger, nearly getting Leah killed; well she did die her heart had stopped beating for 10 whole minutes along with mine, until she finally took a breath and came back to existence. I thank god every day that the spirits hadn't taken her. I can't do this anymore, I want my Lee back.

"I am not leaving my life behind for anyone Bella, isn't it enough that I have given you all so much of me that now you want me to do this too. I've already told you before. No more, you can leave your father behind and choose this depraved life but I will not, I don't care anymore!" I growl out, I don't need all this anymore. My illusions are broken they are nothing but farce, trying to live a life that they are not even meant to. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I HATE THEM! For taking my life as if they were my master's ruling it to their needs.

I turn to walk away, and a tiny hand comes to grasp on to my arm clinging to me instantly. I know who it is; I don't even need to turn to her. The imprint is tugging at me, trying to placate me in not leaving my imprint like this; it hurts so much as if my soul is being ripped to shreds listening to her pitiful wailing.

"Jacoobb wait!" She cries.

But I only just shake her off and run out the house.

My thoughts are all over the place as the pull grows stronger, trying to heave me back, sending me images of Renessme to the front of my mind; anything. This is torture, it's killing me making me wheeze in a harsh breath in misery and I instantly phase ripping my clothes to shreds.

The packs thoughts are swarming in my mind as I come to my surroundings pushing my heavy paws with effort, but I try to ignore them and the increasing pain, the only thing that is keeping me stable is the wolf inside me, he is finally happy, but my human side that is another story; it rips at my heart trying to make me go insane as I howl to the wind around me in anguish.

There's one thing that crosses my mind as I try to overcome this insanity...

Leah.

And the imprint wrench's its cable wires deeper, trying to stick it's thorn on my soul again, I tumble down on the ground, losing sight and crashing into trees head first. Unconscious.

AN: Well it's not much but I do hope y'all like it… Sorry for the lateness again. Oh and I didn't get this chapter BETA'd, so please forgive me for my mistakes… Hope y'all have a wonderful valentines, and for all those who are single like me, party hard! Please review and follow… x