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 is attributed to Luis Bunuel.

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.


~If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance...

then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence~


The Games We Played

History has more meaning behind it than some people realise. There is a lot that can be said for the familiar but sometimes, familiarity breeds complacency. Jacob can rack his brains for hours, weeks and months and still can't remember a time when Leah Clearwater wasn't there. His memories are full of Clearwaters and Arteras and Embry Call. Even Sam, who he was never particularly friendly with before he phased, was a known and familiar face. There are so few tribes left. How awful that it takes one of them to leave for Jacob to truly understand what being part of a community really means.

So many memories of games and stories and poems.

There once was a little girl

Anyone watching the pack over the last year would have been surprised to know that Jacob and Leah had grown up together.

All the families on the Rez had been pretty close but the Clearwaters and Blacks especially. Billy Black, Harry Clearwater and Charlie Swan had been known locally as the Three Musketeers. They had met when Billy and Harry had crashed a dance at Charlie's high school and became firm friends.

"We've known each other forever," Leah had told him once, almost begging him not to give up on the Pack, give up on her.

She wasn't being dramatic either. It was the truth.

Summers were spent in one backyard or another, running around with toy guns and barbie dolls. Leah, Rachel and Rebecca were reportedly over the moon when Jacob came along and they had a shiny new toy to add to their games.

Who had a little curl

There was never any money for trips to the zoo or the movies but who needed that? They had their own beach right outside and the corner store had started selling ice cream and everyone knew that if you were bored, there was always a game to be played in the Clearwaters backyard.

"You'll spoil that girl. She already daydreams too much," Harry's mother had told him once. "It's not healthy to be wrapped up in fairytales so much. One day she'll get her heart broken."

Harry had waved her off and finished wrapping the book he had picked up from Port Angeles ready to give to Leah when she and Sue got back from the store.

Jacob, six years old, had sat in front of the TV, trying to be as small and quiet as a mouse. Bess Clearwater was a notoriously grumpy old cow who interfered and gossiped til the day she died, peacefully in bed at the age of 74.

Who would have thought she would turn out to be such a prophet?

Right in the middle of her forehead

Leah loved books. She devoured them, absorbed them and so every game was a new game. One week the yard would be a fairy kingdom, the next a princess's castle-it was the place to be and everyone found their way there sooner or later; him, his sisters, their cousins...hell even Paul would pull his head out of his comics to come play once in a while.

Sam Uley would join them every weekday, 8-6 while his mother went to work and his father passed out on the couch.

Jared and Jenna Cameron found an escape from their mother's rages in the backyard. She was a hardcore alcoholic and Jacob can remember many a time squashed up against Jared in his tiny single bed while Jenna Evers slept on the couch and their mother slept it off in a jail cell.

That was the way is was. Everybody looked out for each other.

"You're going to be the troll, okay Jacob? You're the princess's best friend and you have to make me laugh."

Sam was always her prince until one day he became her villan and that is where the story started to fall apart...

When she was good, she was very, very good

...

"Hi, this is Jacob Black. I left a message earlier about your story, the Bombay one? I was just wondering if you had any more information. I'm doing a paper you see on uh, werewolves and it would be great to talk to you about what you think and stuff. Please call me back...,"

Jacob picks up the newspaper, dial tone buzzing in his ear. Girl turns into wolf. Eats seven, screams the headline. Leah can barely eat rabbit but he knows the papers can exaggerate sometimes.

"Uh hi. My name is Jacob Black. Carlisle Cullen gave me this number. He said you might be able to help me track someone down..."

Time changes you. Friends grow up and drift apart and sooner or later, you forget. You forget the little girl with the longest, sleekest black hair you have ever seen. You forget her soulful brown eyes and happy smile. The next time you see her she is all muscled steel and cold eyes and a twisted sneer and that is what she becomes because you have let yourself forget. Her femininity is lost beneath baggy vests and torn jeans. Her grace becomes a victim of apathy.

Your memories have faded over the years and now that little girl is as pretend as the fairy princess she used to play.

Girl turns into wolf

But don't we all turn in the end?

...

The urge to protect runs through their veins. It moulds them, shapes them. Nature has granted them the power to kill their enemies and the trade is simple. Protect. To protect is their legacy.

"This is everything I have on the wolf girl." The reporter reluctantly hands Jacob a manilla folder stuffed with papers. It is surprising what you can get with a clean suit and a fake FBI badge courtesy of Jasper.

It finally feels like he might be getting somewhere and then he reads it. Reports from Amsterdam, Zurich, Singapore. The Bombay exclusive is dated only a few days before a report filed with animal control in San Diego.

Rife with details that turn his stomach. Alain Cueller, a banker from Mississippi. Coroner's reports stating that he was mauled by a wild animal but they still can't account for the viciousness of the attack, or the state of the body.

Blood spattered snow in the Alps, chunks of flesh but no bodies. Thousands of dollars worth of damage to a freight train in Portland. Congealed blood and an unknown substance discovered at scene. Various headlines with details so similar that they could have been written by the same person.

Police are running tests, says the Chronicle.

Witnesses report seeing a wolf, from a Indian TV report.

A witness to the Paris massacre that left six dead has gone missing.

Police have rubbished reports that a giant wolf is responsible for...

It can't be her. Leah Clearwater has the same impulse to protect running through her veins. It is in her genetic make up to want to destroy each and every leech she sees. Every cell tingles in the presence of a vampire. Jacob isn't claiming to be a saint. There are times when he has had to reign it in. Being cut off in traffic is a particular risk factor with him and he could have decimated the server at Burger King for his attitude alone but they take great steps to make sure that humans are never caught in the crossfire. You only have to look at Emily to see how bad things can get if they give into the wolf for even a second.

But when she was bad...

"Hello Jacob. This is Alistair Weatherstone. Carlisle called me to corroborate your story. I don't have much solid information but I have heard a few rumours of covens disappearing in Belarus and Siberia. At first, we believed it to be a co-ordinated attack by the children of the moon but they also seem unsettled and there have been a few er, murders amongst their kind. A contact of mine has assured me that The Volturi are keeping an eye on the situation so I wouldn't be too worried but please tell Carlisle to remain cautious. These murders seem particularly cruel and vicious.."

She was horrid.

...