So I meant to post this on Tuesday, but my internet like, died, and my father was in Ottawa and couldn't fix it. Sorry about that!

Note One: If you haven't voted in the poll yet, do so. Seriously.

Note Two: Chapter count for this story is twelve chapters, cus honestly, I can't drag it out any longer xD


As she made her way to the Black's house, she tried to think of what she would say. Suddenly, she was all too aware of her father's old shirt with the paint stains and her hair, messed up and knotty, and the fact that she wasn't wearing makeup. Jesus. It was as if she was in high school again.

She was just rounding the corner to their house when she saw him, walking towards her, his head down and his hands in his pockets. Her steps faltered a bit, but she kept walking.

"Jacob," she called, and his head snapped up. When he saw her, a million different emotions passed his face, so many Leah couldn't identify any.

"Leah," he said, his voice hoarse, and Leah was surprised to hear anything from his mouth, so used to silence.

"You, uh… you forgot this," she said, holding out his jacket. He looked at it as if he had never seen it before.

"Thanks," he mumbled, taking it out of her hand, and it seemed as if he was trying extra hard not to touch her in any way.

"So, um… where are you going?" Leah asked. She couldn't remember the last time she had been like this, awkward and at a loss for words. Jacob wouldn't meet her eye.

"Oh. Nowhere… nowhere really. Just… walking."

Leah looked hard at his face. And just like she always had, she saw right through him. She involuntarily took a step back.

"You're going to see her, aren't you?" She asked, the words leaving a bad taste in her mouth like she had just swallowed sour milk. Jacob didn't deny it. He just looked at the ground.

"You fucking bastard," she whispered. Jacob finally looked up at her.

"Leah, I can't… I can't just forget her. I'm bound to her. I love her."

His words cut her, but she ignored the pricks of pain.

"An imprint is about choice, Jacob. She has a choice. She made her choice- it wasn't you. You have to accept that!" She said, her voice rising steadily. Jacob just stared at her.

"How am I supposed to accept that? Do you know what it's like to feel this pull to someone and not have them love you back? And I'm not talking about the love you think you feel for Sam, Leah, I'm talking about gravity. Every force in the universe is pulling me towards her, but she's pulling away. Do you know what that's like?"

Leah just stared at him. "The love I think I feel for Sam?"

Jacob stared at her, hard. "The only reason you feel that way is because you want to. You could have given up on that ages ago."

Leah glared at him. "Please don't tell me you actually think that, Jacob," she said, her voice low.

"It's true, Leah. You know it's true."

"Sam broke my heart!" She shrieked, pain shooting up all her limbs, through her heart, poisoning her. "I gave everything to him!"

"And he gave everything back. It's your choice not to reassemble the pieces. You seem to know a lot about choices, Leah. You should know about that one."

A million different things flashed through Leah's mind, and she couldn't decide on just one. She just stood there, her knees weak, as if they were about to give out on her.

"You're a bastard, Jacob Black. You're a fucking asshole. No wonder your goddamn freak of an imprint doesn't want to be with you, because you're fucking heartless."

Jacob let out a humourless laugh. "You would know about heartless, wouldn't you Leah?"

Leah felt her fists clench, but before she could phase and attack him, right there in the street, he shoved past her, making his way down the street. Leah just stared after him, so much anger coursing through her body she felt she might explode. She turned and ran after him.

"I'm not done with you, Jacob," she growled. He turned around.

"Are you going to fight me, Leah?" He asked, his voice filled with humour. Leah wondered when he had become this way. So bitter, unfeeling, sarcastic. So much like her.

"No, I'm not going to fight you. I'm going to rip your fucking heart out," she said, and then she lunged.

Jacob phased quickly, but not quick enough. Leah grabbed his throat between her teeth and they rolled down the road and into the forest surrounding, the cover of trees protecting them from the eyes of humans. Leah's teeth were grabbing at every inch of Jacob she could grab, trying to hurt him physically the way he had hurt her emotionally. Jacob was fighting back just as hard, though, and even though she was fastest, he was stronger then her, by leaps and bounds. His teeth grabbed her ear and she yelped, rolling away from him before jumping up, facing him, growling at him.

You're not going to win, girly-wolf, he said, his words mocking her. She lunged again, but this time he was ready. He jumped out of the way and then advanced on her, pinning her down and then biting her. Leah lashed out, but Jacob was bigger.

Are you going to give up yet, Leah? He asked.

Not until your dead, she said. She had never been this angry before. She was a little scared of it, of the way it coursed through her veins, of the way it took control, so that it could have been Jacob or Seth or Emily, and Leah would still have gone after them, ready to kill.

And here I was, thinking Leah Clearwater wasn't afraid of anything, Jacob's words came, and Leah snarled at him. Jacob rolled off of her.

Come on Leah. Lunge at me again.

She didn't take the bait this time. They circled each other, throwing the occasional insult, and then a sound from deeper in the forest made Jacob turn his head and Leah lunged. She sank her teeth into his neck, his leg, hard enough that he yelped, but Leah wasn't done. She was on top of him, now, overpowering her in a way she never thought she could have, and then suddenly a dark shape threw itself at her and she rolled around before straightening up and seeing the dark shape of Sam staring at both of them. She waited for him to say something before she remembered they were no longer connected. She hated asking something of Jacob but the silence was killing her.

What is he saying?

He's yelling. Saying we could have killed each other.

Tell him that was my goal.

He's not amused. He said that's not funny.

Leah growled at Jacob one more time, snapping in his direction. Sam snarled.

Tell him it wasn't supposed to be. And tell him to butt out of our business- it's not his pack.

He says it's anybody's business when something gets out of hand like that.

It wasn't out of hand. It was very much in hand. I had the upper hand.

Like hell, Leah.

What, upset that a girly-wolf beat you? Are you going to go and cry to your imprint now, while she wraps her arms around you and tells you it's going to be okay? Oh, that's right, you can't, because she doesn't care about you. She's probably off fucking Nahuel in super speed right now. You know, I bet you he shows a little bit of emotion in bed. I mean, listen Jacob, I knew you were inexperienced and all, but that was just pitiful-

SHUT UP!

Leah opened her mouth to retort, to say something equally as cutting, to hurt him more, but no words came out. She tried again, and again, until she finally realised what had happened- Jacob had used his Alpha power. He had given her a command, executed his power, and now she couldn't talk. She stared at him, her eyes conveying all the words she wanted to say. And then she ran off, ignoring Jacob's words or Sam's howl. She circled La Push, waiting for her anger to ebb away. When it didn't, she circled again. And then she headed home.

When Leah got home she went and lay down in her bed for a while, staring up at the ceiling, but all she could think about was Jacob. Jacob's lips, and Jacob's hands, and Jacob inside of her. Finally, Leah couldn't concentrate on anything except the events of last night, which she desperately did not want to think about. So she sat up and went into the living room, where she watched mindless television for a few hours.

Right before dinner time, Seth came in. He was smiling widely, his eyes glazed over, a bounce to his step that hadn't been there before. Leah stared at him.

"What the hell happened to you?" Leah asked him, twisting around so she could look at him better. He turned around when he heard her voice.

"Leah! Leah, I didn't see you there! But you'll never guess what happened!"

His voice was so excited Leah couldn't help but smiling at him. "What happened, Seth?"

Seth's smile was so huge Leah was afraid it might fall off his face. "I imprinted!"

Leah's smile immediately left her face. Seth didn't seem to notice.

"You… imprinted?" She asked wearily. Seth nodded so fiercely she was reminded of a bobble-head.

"Yeah!"

Leah's mind was busy trying to work things out, but something was clouding it over, so that she couldn't sort through all of this and realise what Seth was trying to say.

"But… how? Becky…" Seth would have imprinted at first sight. So what was he trying to say?

Seth's face scrunched up, as if he was trying to figure out a particularly hard math problem. Then the light bulb came on over his head.

"Oh! Becky? No, I didn't imprint on Becky."

Leah's mind still couldn't catch on to what he was saying. She was trying to figure out just how Seth had imprinted if he hadn't imprinted on Becky.

"Then what…?"

Seth smiled condescendingly at Leah, as if she was five years old and pestering him with the same question over and over.

"I imprinted on Mallory."

Leah looked at him as if he was speaking in another language. "Who is Mallory?"

"She lives in Forks, but she was up at the beach today with her friends and I saw her when I was walking home. She's beautiful, absolutely beautiful. But I saw her and it was like the world suddenly made sense. Like I was writing a test and I couldn't figure out the answer, but then it suddenly came to me. I imprinted on Mallory."

The way he said her name was as if it was the most sacred word in any language. Leah felt like she as going to be sick.

"And, well, I introduced myself to her and she kind of froze me off, and she has a boyfriend, but we're meant to be together, and I know I can convince her! So I'm going to go to Forks tomorrow and find her!"

Leah's mind finally caught up, and she clutched her stomach as a wave of nausea hit.

"Seth, but… what about Becky?"

Seth shrugged, as if she was no longer his problem. "We weren't meant to be together. She'll get over it. She'll find someone she was really supposed to be with and forget all about me."

Leah knew Seth wasn't saying this to be obnoxious- he was honestly ignorant. He truly believed that it wouldn't affect her.

"So you're just going to forget her?" Leah asked. Seth looked at her as if she had gone crazy.

"Leah. I've imprinted."

Another wave of nausea hit and this time Leah couldn't hold it down. She sprinted to the bathroom, retching noisily into the toilet, while Seth knocked on the door.

"Leah? Leah, are you okay?"

She threw the door opened and shoved past him, ignoring his frantic questions. She opened the door and ran out, not bothering with shoes, just running furiously, dodging cars or people or trees as she ran, not really knowing where she was going.

Finally, she couldn't run anymore. She put her hands on her knees, looking around, trying to catch her breath. She clued into where she was, finally. She was at the cliff side, looking out at the ocean.

Ignoring the rocks digging into her bare feet, she made her way to the drop. She sat down, dangling her legs over the side. She remembered when Sam had put his arm around her and told her he wouldn't let her fall. She remembered when Bella Swan jumped off the cliff and Jacob had dived in to save her. She wondered what would happen if she jumped off the cliff. If anyone would jump in to save her, or if she would just float away with the current, while one day someone looked up and asked 'Where's Leah?' She wondered if anyone would miss her.

But Leah didn't jump. Instead she just lay back, her feet still dangling over the ledge. Somewhere out there, there was a human girl wondering what she had done wrong, why she had been abandoned by someone she felt had truly loved her, watching hopelessly as love left her. Somewhere out there, a werewolf boy was trying desperately to hold onto love, like a bar of slippery soap that always jumped out of your grasp, while a half vampire girl broke his heart without caring. And on the ledge of a cliff, a genetic dead end, a bitter harpy, a cynical bitch, was lying, trying not to cry for the first time in years, wondering just what she had done that she never had any love to hold onto, to try and save, even to lose.

Leah didn't jump. Not because she was afraid of the rocks and crashing waves at the bottom, but because she was afraid nobody would care enough to save her.


FIRST, BEFORE ANYONE YELLS AT ME;

I know Jacob is pissy and bitchy and not very Jacob. BUT THE BOY IS CONFUSED. He's supposed to be with the Evil Mutant Spawn who isn't giving him the time of day, but he just slept with Leah. HE'S CONFUSED. He's going to be giving Leah a hard time, because he's all confuzzled in the brain. Besides, I mean, the boy threatened to kill himself if Bella didn't kiss him. He's got a dark side.

On a separate note, I'd like to apologize to a fictional girl named Becky. Er... sorry. And kudos to all of you who guessed it beforehand.