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Pixie in Law

Leah POV

"I have a fitting in an hour and a half," I purred. After my long shower, I thought I'd caught Tobias' scent when I came out into the hallway. I made a detour and stopped in the kitchen before coming back to my room – just in case. I didn't want to be too eager if the wonderful aroma was only left over from this morning. But as I opened my bedroom door, it became clear that the trace of Tobias' heavenly smell was way too strong to be left over from earlier. He was definitely here.

But where…?

Lay your…head on my pillow…

My gaze flickered to my CD player as Diary, by Alicia Keys, began to play. I suddenly remembered that my CD player had come with a remote control. A remote control that Tobias was obvious holding right now.

Where was he?

"Okay, I know you're in here. I can smell you," I teased. I walked toward the bed, ready to peer underneath it. I was half enjoying our little game of hide and seek, but half hoping he'd reveal himself quickly so that we could get on to more important things. I felt a stab of disappointment as I reached the bed, not needing to look underneath it to know that he wasn't there. His smell was fresh, but his familiar pull – the one that all wolves felt toward their imprints – wasn't coming from under the bed. I turned quickly and found him standing behind my door. "There you are," I whispered.

"And here you are." He smirked suggestively at me as he closed the distance between us. I watched him look me over completely with his eyes. Once. Twice. I felt the blood begin to pulse at my core, desperately anticipating the moment when his hands would trace that exact path over my body. "What?" he huffed, as he grabbed one sleeve of my terrycloth robe and held it up as though it insulted him. "No towel?"

I laughed, "I feel more comfortable in a robe. Why, would you prefer me in a towel?"

"I would prefer…" he trailed off, his fingers tracing a path down the collar of my robe. I knew his hand had found the tie when there was a gentle pressure at my lower back and my robe fell open to reveal my bare front. My eyes never left his face, and I had the pleasure of watching his darken as he took in the sight. I waited for his eyes to meet mine. The length of time that it took for his focus to break away from my body and find my face did not upset me. I wasn't worried about him loving any one part of me more than the next. I was secure in knowing that he loved me completely.

I won't tell...your secrets…

The music seemed to be pulling me forward, closer and closer to Tobias. But I was determined to have some control. At least for a little while…

"What's with the mood music?" I asked.

"It was already in your CD player, so I figured you liked it." Oh. Maybe it wasn't so romantic, then? "Is this too theatrical? I thought it would be a nicer way to surprise you than jumping out and saying 'boo' or something."

"I like it," I admitted. My voice seemed so much softer than usual. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at myself. He was changing me so much.

"No 'boo'?" he teased.

"No 'boo'." He laughed. I watched the way it made his face seem brighter; warmer. The way his blinding smile became even more breathtaking. The way it made his eyes sparkle.

His dark eyes…

They still hadn't lightened? I'd asked him not to use his power for the weeks leading up to the wedding. It would make me more comfortable to know that when his eyes were at their most vibrant gold, it was because he wasn't thirsty. But as I looked closer, I realized that I couldn't find any flecks of gold in his eyes at all. Just black, black, and more black. His face began to change under my glare, his expression becoming worried as he noticed my scrutiny.

"Leah," he started, but I didn't want to hear any excuses. I cut right to the point.

"You haven't gone hunting yet." I said it matter-of-factly. He barely responded, only lowering his chin by half a centimeter, but that was enough of an answer for me. I snatched the remote control out of his hand and jammed my finger down on the STOP button. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. "So that's the true reason behind the surprise visit and the soft music? All so that I won't be pissed off?" My voice was becoming louder and louder, but I didn't care.

"Leah – " He took a step toward me, but I backed away.

"Well, I am! I am pissed. Don't you know how much I've been freaking out about the wedding?! I'm risking my mother's life to let you in my house and you're not even trying – "

"Stop!" he yelled. There was a trace of a snarl just barely audible under his voice. A low growl sounded in the back of my throat in response.

As a woman, I didn't appreciate the way he was handling himself in this argument. The fact alone that he had tried to avoid it by preoccupying me with sex was making me want to bite his head off (and not figuratively speaking, either). And now he was adding insult to injury. In addition to raising his voice, he had taken another step toward me, as though he was trying to silence me with his size.

Yes, as a woman I had the urge to bark out a feminist essay at him right now, condemning his behavior. But being insulted by his abuse of my femininity came second to my instincts, and as a werewolf, I didn't really feel like talking. Instead, I was ready to fight. I felt myself beginning to grow hot, my body shaking with both fury and anticipation. It had been over a year since I had phased by accident, unwillingly exploding out of my own skin in order to destroy that which had caused me to lose control. I hated to admit it to myself, but phasing that way felt ten times better than phasing on purpose. The sudden rush of absolute freedom coupled with undeniable purpose was so powerful, so addictive. I would have lost my temper every day if it wouldn't have made me a dangerous, furry mess.

The tremors became worse, and I saw the expression on Tobias' face change. A part of me resented that he looked concerned and not afraid. Was there no limit to his arrogance? Would he still be looking at me, pitying me, when I tore his head right off of his body? But a soft voice in the back of my mind reminded me that it was Toby I stood face to face with. It was him, not just any other vampire. He was my vampire.

Was I mad as hell? Absolutely.

Did I want to kill him?

Absolutely not.

I tried to slow my thinking. I forced the angry thoughts to subside and focused on my human form. He opened his mouth to speak, but I held up my hand.

"Shhhh," I whispered, trying not to sound condescending. "Just let me calm down," I breathed.

"Let me help," he whispered, coming closer. I shook my head as he continued to walk toward me. He didn't understand. It was too dangerous for him to be this close to me if I phased. I could hurt him by accident, just like I had hurt Edward.

"Babe, you're okay. Just breathe." Tobias wrapped his arms around me and held me close, though I didn't hold him back. A few minutes passed, but I finally felt my breathing slow.

When he spoke again, his voice was honey. "I wasn't trying to bribe you," he told me. "I was coming to be with you before I left."

"Before you left? To go where?" My heart was racing suddenly. Was he leaving me? Had he given up on me already? But no – he hadn't even gone hunting with the Cullens yet. And he said…he promised…

Knock, knock. I turned my head to see where the two sharp raps had come from. Emmett was standing in the window with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Hey, guys." His eyes landed on me only briefly before he trained his eyes toward Tobias, forcing himself not to look at me. I instantly remembered my open robe and yanked it closed, tying the belt unnecessarily tight. "It seems like you guys are sort of busy…but um…Carlisle asked me to come get you. We're leaving in ten." I looked up with disbelief but Emmett was gone.

"That was a strange thing you did," Tobias said, "reacting that way when Emmett peeked in. You've been underdressed around the Cullen men before, haven't you?" Yes, I had.

"I guess," I sighed. "But that doesn't mean I enjoy it. And anyway, lately I've felt like my body should be something only you get to see." He smiled. Only then did I actually process what Emmett had said. There was only one place Carlisle, Emmett, and Toby would be going together.

Hunting.

"I'm sorry I blew up on you." I looked at Tobias from under my lashes, begging with my eyes to be forgiven.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't bite my head off at least once a day." I laughed. I brought myself a step closer to him, craving a kiss to officially end our 'fight'. Tobias wrapped his hands securely around my waist and squeezed tight. I kissed him deeply. I was never good at admitting it when I was wrong, but maybe he would get the picture through my tongue telepathy.

I bit his bottom lip gently, quickly remembering the feeling I'd had when I first walked in and the 'mood music' was playing. I felt his hand gently trace the side of my breast and gasped. He moaned into my mouth in response. The moisture pooled between my legs as his arousal became more and more obvious. I reached down to untie my robe again, but Tobias caught my wrists.

"I can't," he whispered.

I whimpered. "I know," he said. "Don't get me wrong…I want to…" he trailed off. I bit down on my bottom lip as I fought the urge to tackle him. Had I been wearing any panties, they would have been soaked by now. Instead I felt a tiny bit of moisture begin to trickle down my inner thigh. Now Tobias was worrying over his bottom lip as well. I watched him inhale deeply and could have sworn I saw his eyes get darker. "Fuck," he growled, "I can smell that, you know."

I sighed, "Can't you stay just a little while longer? We can be quick." My voice turned up at the end, like a question.

"You heard Emmett. He said they were leaving in ten – that was six and a half minutes ago." Trust him to be relentlessly precise. "Besides, there's only one way that we could both find our release that quickly. And I thought you wanted to wait."

I sighed. Why did he always have to be right?

"I really do wish I could stay longer, but I don't want to keep the guys waiting."

"The guys?" I teased. If he could have, I swear he would have blushed.

"We're becoming friends." He half smiled.

"That's nice. Seth says they're pretty cool."

"Seth says?"

I shrugged, "I don't know them very well." Nor do I ever wish to, I thought.

"If you gave them a chance, you might like them. I know you had plenty of reasons to hate them – "

"Have plenty of reasons – "

"Such as?" He smiled when I failed to reply. "I have to go. They leave in thirty seconds. Love you." He kissed me gently on the forehead, then disappeared out of my window before I could say another word.

Jokingly, I ran over to the window and stuck my head out.

"Bye, Toby," I screamed. "Have fun! And stay away from the elk, they're kind of sour." I smiled when I heard his ghostly laugh echo in the distance. A soft, beeping noise began to sound from my dresser. When I turned my head, I realized that the alarm I had set for the fitting was going off.

Shit, I was running late. And I had wanted to be early…

I hurried to my dresser and tried to find an appropriate outfit to wear to my fitting. I rummaged around my dresser drawers for a few minutes before giving up and settling on a too-big t-shirt and a holey pair of sweat pants to wear over my sports bra and boy shorts. Just then there was a knock at the door.

I quickly slid my feet into my flip flops and ran over, eager to get back to my room and force some gel into my hair before it dried. Short hair was a pain, but as long as I was still phasing, it was necessary.

The stench of the person on the other side of the door hit me before I even opened it.

"Alice?"

"Hi," she said, casually. Was I missing something? Why was she in La Push?

"Ummmm…has the treaty been abolished without my knowledge?" Shock flashed across her face for only a split second before she responded.

"Yes, actually," she chirped.

"What?!"

"Leah," she said, sounding slightly less chipper, "is my nose deceiving me, or did Tobias just leave?" Her words stung. She was absolutely right.

I sighed, "I guess I see your point."

"Exactly," she squealed. "Jacob thought that, given everything, there wasn't really a point to the treaty anymore. Anyhow, speaking of Jacob, I was talking to him at the airport this morning, and he informed me that your wardrobe was a bit," – she paused to look me up and down – "limited."

"I lost my temper a lot at first," I explained. I kept my voice calm, ignoring her insulting facial expressions.

Alice's eyes were exploring my sweatpants, her left eyebrow shooting up whenever they found a hole.

"So I see." She exhaled. "Leah, I'm aware that I'm not your favorite person in the world. But we're going to have to work with each other, at least until the wedding. That said, let's get a few things straight."

I took a step toward her, letting the inches I had on her speak for themselves.

She didn't move a muscle. Her eyes steeled. "Sweatpants are for the gym. Flip flops are for the beach. T-shirts are forbidden unless they have a label on them, and we need to do something about your bangs, they don't suit your bone structure. Now, your skin tone will go perfectly with the color highlights I have planned, but I'm not sure how you'll feel about the cut I'd suggest – it's a little shorter than you might like."

I opened my mouth to speak but she ignored me. "I've brought some options…" she trailed off and turned around, lifting up a duffle bag you could fit a whole person in. She unzipped and pulled out a folder, revealing several pictures of short hair-doos she had stapled together. I started to tell her off but was immediately distracted by the hair styles she'd found. They actually weren't half bad. Oh! I like that one! "I've also pulled some looks for you to wear during the final week, using your ideal color pallet." She shoved a binder into my arms with the words Leah's Look Book written on the cover in sharpie. "Here are the options for your rehearsal dinner dress." Another binder landed in my arms. "And I narrowed your bridesmaids dress down to two fabrics, but I wasn't sure which would lay better once we find the right shape for your dress. I'm assuming you can walk in heels?" I nodded. "Good," she chirped brightly. "Now, leave all that stuff in the house and come one. We're going bra shopping."

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to be furious. But I was kind of impressed and – dare I say so? – excited. Most girls in a wedding party only got to wear a bad dress. I was getting a makeover (and a damn good one, at that).

In the time it took me to walk to the kitchen and set the binders down on the counter top, Alice had unpacked her duffle bag and transformed my living room into a spa. I was slightly annoyed that she had decided to let herself in, but not quite enough to ask her to undo it. Instead, I obediently walked toward the front door, ready to go shopping for a real bra. When I got to the door, I heard Alice clear her throat.

I turned to look at her, realizing that she was staring at my hair. She tilted her head to the side, taking a good look at it, then looked back at me before an object came flying at my face. I caught it in my hands and looked down at the shiny, pink bottle. Mousse.

"Shake, and apply generously." She trotted out to the Porsche and started the engine before I even had a chance to respond. Reluctantly, I shook the bottle and pushed down on its funny little knob. White goo sprayed into my hand and I gingerly pushed it into my hair, not at all certain that I was applying it correctly.

"So pushy," I grumbled to myself as I set the bottle down on the coffee table (which was now covered in a white cloth with pink, shimmery detail). I made my way outside to the Porsche, trying to hide my excitement as I delicately lifted the bright yellow door handle and slipped into the plush, leather seat.

Alice took off like a bullet, speeding through the backstreets until we hit the highway. Once we were closer to the city she slowed down a bit, but still never went below 80 mph, weaving around any poor car that got in her way. It wasn't until we passed the sign for Port Angeles (which I had assumed was our destination) that I realized I didn't know where we were going. As if on cue, she turned to me.

"Don't worry. By the time we finish on Rodeo, it'll be dark. We'll be back in half an hour if we turn the headlights off." Rodeo? As in Rodeo Drive?! Couldn't we have just gone to Seattle?

"So…once we get to the store – "

"Stores," she corrected.

Despite myself, I smirked. "Well, once we get there, do I get a say in anything that we buy?"

She smiled, "Don't be silly, Leah. You're part of the family now."

Satisfied with her answer, I nodded and turned back toward the road in my seat. As soon as I felt myself relax, she giggled. "That means no, by the way."

I sighed.

Tobias POV

I shouldn't have been jealous. It was irrational for me to be experiencing the unfamiliar emotion as I climbed through Leah's window and started toward the Cullens' house. But either way, I was feeling it. Despite knowing that all of the Cullens were perfectly mated with their eternal loves, somehow I hadn't liked the look on Emmett's face when he'd initially glanced over at Leah. Something in me felt that he was trying a little too hard not to look, as though he secretly wanted to. That same something had me turning around, taking a detour toward the ocean to wash Leah's scent from my body before my first hunting trip with the guys.

I smiled to myself as I remembered the look on Leah's face when she'd heard me say that – the guys. She would warm up to them eventually. She just had to…

All at once a smell that I wasn't expecting to find here hit me, causing me to stop in my tracks. I was already shoulders-deep in the water, but I was sure of what I smelled. There was another vampire here, and it wasn't one I knew. I scanned the water quickly and found the source of the unfamiliar scent emerging from under the waves. There was a male vampire heading toward me with his palms held peacefully in front of his face. His skin went beyond the normal pale skin of our kind. It was more of a pasty white, a trait that the Volturi were rumored to share.

I was intrigued.

"Do not be alarmed." His voice made me even more certain of his age. He spoke quickly and very quietly, as though afraid of being heard. "My intentions are peaceful. For now, at least. I just want a word."

"What can I do for you?" I tried to keep my tone neutral and quiet, like his. I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice. Truly I should be weary of him, but my associating him with the Volturi was making me calm and – if I admitted it – excited. It should have bothered me that he seemed to know me. Where would he have known me from? What could he want?

"You've heard of the Volturi, I presume?" Heard of them?! I couldn't help it now. I knew the excitement was all but oozing out of my face. "Don't get too excited," he warned. "I don't work for them. In fact…well…I may as well come right out with it – I'm not very fond of them at all."

If he had meant reel me in with that last sentence, things were going exactly according to his plan.

"You may not be aware of this, as you'd been living nomadically until recently, but the Volturi were recently defeated by the Cullens that you've grown so close with." I wanted to respond, but I held my tongue instead. It was clear that the stranger had much more to say. "The Volturi had come to eliminate them, you see, not realizing that their powers, especially Bella's, made them more than a match for them. Now you may not consider that a defeat, but I certainly do. I've been waiting centuries for this opportunity. And with the number of witnesses doubting their credibility now, well," – he shrugged – "there couldn't be a better time." He stopped there, his words lingering in the air, willing me to find meaning in them.

"A better time…?" I inclined my head, urging him to continue.

"To give the word defeat a more satisfying definition." He smiled. "To be rid of the Volturi – once and for all."

I let his words sink in. I didn't have to think particularly long or hard about it. I'd been curious about the Cullens from the beginning, and now it was confirmed. Not only could they take on the Volturi – they had!

But something stopped my thoughts from progressing. If the Cullens were the ones with all the power, then what did this stranger want from me?

"Where do I fit into all this?"

He sighed, seeming relieved that I had asked. "The female dog – "

"Werewolf," I snapped.

"Shape shifter, if you want to get technical, but have it your way." A smirk was forming on the stranger's face despite the tone of our exchange. "As her imprint you've been linked to her inextricably. And the Alpha wolf is linked to the Cullens through the child – Renesmee." He momentarily searched my face when he mentioned the girl, then moved on as though satisfied with what he saw. "You're one of them now. If they fight, you'll have no choice but to fight with them. More importantly, if you fight…" he trailed off. He seemed to enjoy keeping things mysterious and dramatic.

"So you want me to provoke the Volturi so that the Cullens – "

"And shape shifters," he interjected.

" – will fight them?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

He nodded. "I'll be back in a few days." I opened my mouth to ask his name, but he shook his head. "Don't worry about anything. I'll find you. Until then, think about what I've said. Or rather, don't – at least not for the next few hours. Edward won't like what we've talked about. Don't be obvious, now. No reciting nursery rhymes in your head. Think of your dog – "

"Wolf."

"Whatever you prefer. That should keep you occupied. Now run along – you're late."

And with that, he disappeared under the waves.