Y'ello guys :D So, first up, an apology. I didn't recheck the last chapter I posted, and upon rereading it now I realising just how many spell mistakes there were. Which was absolutely horrible of me. Please forgive me XD And thank you for the reviews! :D Hope you enjoy xD

Leah

- Simple

"It's cruel I know
At least they tell me so
Well someone lock me up and throw away the key
Because I'm not ashamed, oh no
Oh, willow "

- Emilie Autumn, Willow

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc.

At times, ladies and gentlemen, at times silence is so loud you can hear it screaming everywhere inside of you, and the smallest sound, be it the restless tapping of a foot, fingers drumming against the table, the ticking of a clock, is enhanced, multiplied, until it is all that is there, yelling even louder than the silence.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc.

There was no one in this waiting room, no one but herself and an old grandfather clock, notoriously ticking away.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc.

What an odd place to put a grandfather clock. Was it some typical English thing, having an ancient clock in your waiting room? Leah looked from side to side. She wasn't even quite sure what she was doing here, whether Sierra would be happy to see her. But there wasn't much else she could do, was there, but sit and wait until they heard something, anything.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc.

Three days, it had been now. Three days, and he'd been lying in that coma, silent and pale. Sierra wouldn't leave his side, not for a moment, and Leah had had to go and bring Sierra's changing clothes from home.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc.

"Oh, Leah Leah Leah." Leah said softly to herself, throwing her head back, "What the devil are you doing here? There's not going to happen anything today, he doesn't even know you properly, she's got all her best friends waiting in case anything goes wrong..."

But she had been there. She had been there, and now she couldn't just walk away, couldn't just forget about it. Couldn't go home until Sierra walked out with a smile and told her that now it was okay, he was back. Or even came out and told her that he'd moving on. Anything. Leah thought, anything must be better than having to wait, uncertain, unknowing.

She sighed. She should go, really, had no place here. Oh, for heavens sake, Leah, why are you still here? Wasn't there anything better for her to do?

"Leah?"

Leah looked up. Andrew came walking towards her, holding two cups of steaming coffee.

"Hiya. How you doing?" He put the coffee in her hand, gave her a quick kiss, pulled a chair up across from her.

Leah shrugged, took a little sip from the coffee and burned her lips.

"You can't keep doing this, Leah." Andrew's voice was soft, his look concerned. "This isn't... It's not your place to be here, Leah. I know you're doing it because you care, but there's nothing you can do right now. And I know you feel as though you're a big part of it because you came in at the right time and hit the bloke on his head, but fact is, Leah, right now, that's not what they're thinking of. And I'm sorry to say this, but it won't be the first thing they think of when he wakes of either."

"I know." Leah sighed, looked into the cup, brown and murky. "I just can't make myself leave, not yet."

"Figured you'd say that." Andrew grinned a little, gave her a bag. "Brought some of your clothes along, and your toothbrush, and your brush, and whatever the heck this is." With a strange expression in his face he looked at the package of Leah's tampons.

Leah couldn't help but laugh, thanking him softly. He grinned.

"Brought some books along too. For me as well, you know I got bored so quickly." He grinned again, this time reaching into another bag and giving them both a book. He opened his, contentedly put his feet on another chair, and started reading.

Leah was close to tears. It was so simple, this relationship, so wonderful. They were in love, she knew they were, by the butterflies in her stomach, the softly whispered words, the keys to the apartments that they had shared so trustingly, shyly. Without any drama, or secrets, or strange midnight disappearances. Just a normal, simple relationship.

Except it wasn't.

Leah put her book away.

"Andrew, I've got to tell you something."

"All righty."

"No, Andrew, this is serious."

Andrew looked up, saw the soberness on her face, put his book away, sat up properly.

"Okay. I'm listening."

Leah sighed, sent him a small smile.

"I'm, uh... I'm not what you think I am, Andrew."

He blinked.

"What do you mean? Like, false passport or something? Was the drug story real? Was-"

"Andrew, it's nothing like that. I am Leah Clearwater, and I have never taken any drugs."

"Okay. So...?"

Leah took another deep sigh, had to blurt it out.

"I'm not human, Andrew."

"Riiiiight."

"Andrew, you can't think I'm crazy. And you can't think I'm someone else just because of, well, what I am."

"Leah, I'm sorry, but what the devil do you mean?"

Leah closed her eyes for a short second. Goodbye, love.

"I'm a werewolf."

Andrew blinked, put his hand through his ear, looked a bit around.

"Uh, Leah, you sure you're o-"

"I'm not insane, Andrew!"

And she could feel it, the fire racing through her bones, the little itch that always came, the ripping of the clothes and the fur that suddenly covered her body.

Andrew stared at her. He took steps back, his eyes wide, his mouth open.

"Oh my god." He whispered softly.

And then he started running.