A.N: Okay, CONTEST DETAILS! I so didn't want to do an A.N but I hope you read this anyway.

Okay, main rules:

Rating: T - M

Genre: Whatever you like

Must include: Dancing Chocolate Teapots, a packet of discarded Tic Tacs, a box of McDonalds Chips, and a Cullen vampire of your choice dancing in a tutu.

Typically, the story can be anything you like so long as it has those things in it. Err the contest is called 'The Chocolate Teapots and Dancing Vampires Contest'

Chapter 11 - Cold Hearted Wolf

I heard the sharp intake of breath from Leah, heard the anger that marred her normally respectable thoughts, and I reacted instantly. My first instinct was to protect her - but that was normal in friendship, wasn't it? I wanted to put myself in between her and whoever was at the door.

I moved out to the hallway at vampire speed gliding to a stop as I saw who stood at the door. Leah had attempted to close the door on the man at the door, but his foot was blocking it. Leah turned to look at me, her eyes pleading and filled with unshed tears.

"Hide," she mouthed at me. Confused, I shook my head. I watched as none other than the Alpha of the werewolf pack, Sam Uley, pushed the door open, looking at Leah with a surprisingly soft emotion in his dark, coal black eyes. I had to refrain from shuddering at the sight.

His head snapped up and his eyes met mine. Instantly, they filled with hatred as he glared at me with an air of 'I hate you' about him. His mind screamed at me, despite his coldly polite demeanour.

What is a bloodsucker doing on our territory? he thought, angry.

Memories ran through Leah's mind. I tried to catch one - finally grabbing hold of one as it flitted through her mind. I played it back privately, only half watching the scene before me.

(Leah's memory. I feel the need to put this, just because.)

I stared at my expression in the mirror. It was curved downwards, permanently frowning as I examined my now flat stomach. I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes, feel the numbness in my chest.

They'd both left me. Sam had run away from me, never to return, experiencing his happy ending with my three month pregnant cousin. And just four months ago, both Sam, and my other reason for living, had left.

I was still grieving. I couldn't cheer up, couldn't be happy, because I truly had no one. Maybe if Harry was still with us, I'd be alright. I'd have someone to take care of, and to love. Sam would come and visit Harry, and maybe we'd all be happy. It felt as if everything went wrong when I lost him.

I stared into the mirror and let more tears pour down my cheeks as I looked at the calendar.

Happy birthday, Harry.

The memory altogether had played for about a twentieth of a second, but it left me extremely curious. Who was Harry?

"What is a bloodsucker doing on our territory?" Sam hissed in a low voice.

"Technically, it's not our territory," Leah told him. Smart girl. "The treaty line is twenty paces East - so he's technically not done anything wrong."

Sam glowered at us both in turn.

"Nevertheless, a friendship with a… vampire" - bloodsucker - "isn't acceptable for a member of the pack. I'm sorry Edward, can I ask you to leave?" he addressed me formally.

Leah didn't like that.

"This is my house, I can choose the company I keep! Just because you've got some sick little power feeding frenzy going on doesn't mean we have to suffer for it!" She snarled, shaking. Was it bad that I thought the way she said 'we' was incredibly… sexy?

I stopped that thought before it could grow into anything more. I had found my mate and lost her - I couldn't just oggle at other females because my mate had chosen another over me.

And Leah was my friend. Just my friend.

"Leah," he said, and I felt the pressure of the words. Leah's hand flew out and grabbed at the dado-rail* to support herself against the Alpha command. She pulled in a deep breath, steeled herself, and spoke through gritted teeth.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Slave. Now. Fuck. Off."

Sam raised an eyebrow - cocky.

"Leah, you will ask Edward to leave and you will not see him again," Sam said, and he suddenly looked gentle. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and disappeared.

"Edward," she muttered. I knew she was unable to fight the Alpha's command, but it still stung. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I replied, angry at Sam, not her. I disappeared out of the house before Leah could say anymore, but one thought lingered in the back of my mind.

Who was Harry?

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