Damnit, Leah! Jacob yelled at me with his thoughts. Edward winced. I'm getting sick of this! You gotta show yourself sometime! You imprinted on him for fuck sakes!

I know that! You don't think I don't know that, you fucking bastard?! I shouted back. My head hurt, my heart hurt, my damn tail hurt, and I wanted to bite Jacob. Preferably the jugular.

I'll have you know both my parents were married when I came along! Jacob sniped back.

Shut up! You're not helping!

I'm not trying to help! Well, okay, maybe a little. If he can't like you in a romantic sense, then fuck 'em and deal with it by becoming his best friend. More so than the guys, at any rate. You're tom-boyish enough, that it might… ew, turn him on. Yuck, I can't believe I just said that. Edward snickered. Shut up, Edward, or I'm going to tell Bella what really happened last week with Nessie's hair.

Edward paled, somehow. Apparently, he didn't want that to get out. He pretty much ran inside to get away from Jacob, which I couldn't help but snicker at. Pansy.

Jacob sighed. You still need to show yourself. Forcing yourself into wolf form is going to fuck with your mind, believe me.

Why should I?

Jacob would have raise an eyebrow if he could. Are you seriously asking this of the guy who spent almost four months in wolf form, in the wilderness, pining away like a tree?

I blushed underneath my fur. Fine, I sighed. I'll show him soon, alright?

Sure.

I turned over in the bed that the Cullen's had given me. Since me and Seth had to pretty much stay here (even with Jacob harping on about us having free will and whatnot), I had taken a bed on the first floor, in the living room. Bella and Edward were on the first floor, and it pissed me off hearing them go at it. It was disturbing, really. I'd have nightmares if I didn't sleep like a log most of the time.

I put the pillow over my face, groaning. "Fucking hell…" I had spent the day patrolling, so I desperately wanted to sleep. And now, something was nagging at me, making me want to. Right now, I was curled up the floor, wanting to bang my head to try and knock myself out to get some sleep.

I sighed and started counting sheep, and imagining it was my old sophomore Social Studies teacher with the monotone voice that always made me sleep in his class counting them.

I woke up to the feeling of sunshine on my skin. Jolting upright, I looked around, expecting to be outside. Maybe I had fallen asleep during patrol, and was now imagining everything? I glanced to the side.

… Or maybe not.

There, standing in some blue-gray knee-length swim trunks, was Mister Adrian Ivashkov himself. The trunks set of his forest green eyes, and his dark brown hair was shining, almost turning it into the shade of dark caramel.

Adrian was staring at me. Looking down, I realized I was in a two piece bathing suit. It was a dark red that had outlined on the edge with black. It made my lighter skin seem creamy. The white flowers almost seemed to be alive… you know, if they had any colour.

"You're not Rose." Adrian sounded puzzled.

"No… I'm Leah." I cocked her head. "Am I really dreaming, or is this that dream-walking you were telling Edward about?"

"This is the dream-walking, though only he and that gray wolf…" Adrian stared hard at me. "Are you the gray wolf?"

I blushed, again. "… Yeah…" My cheeks burned with blood. It's been a while since I blushed.

His eyes widened. "Really? You're a werewolf too?"

I nodded, and he grinned. "Awesome. So… do all werewolves dream of vanilla ice cream, or is it just you?"

I glared, hands on my cocked hips. "I'll have you know I'm the only female werewolf currently in known existence. Don't antagonize me, who knows what I might do, what with the hormones at a stand still. I'm worse than a pregnant woman."

He grimaced. "So is this the first time I've been in your dreams?"

Deciding to be as horribly blunt as possible – this was almost as bad as the mind rapist, without the whole 'I do it against my will!' thing Edward hides behind. "No. To be blunt, no, this isn't the first time. I've been having all," I bit my lip, glancing at him from under my eyelashes. I think they're too long sometimes. "I've been having, all sorts, of dreams since you showed up, Adrian."

My voice came off husky and I saw a shiver work its way down Adrian's spine.

Insert my own little evil laughter here. At least a semi-evil cackle.

"Oh really?" he countered. "What kind of dreams?" He had a bit of a blush on his cheeks, which made him look utterly kissable.

"You didn't hear me?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms in front of my chest, mildly amused. His eyes trailed down almost involuntarily. I snarled and he jerked his gaze up. I pointed to my eyes. "Eyes are up here." I cleared my throat. "I repeat: all sorts of dreams. Fantasies." I gave a sultry smile. He returned it, and my breath caught in my throat. Damn flirting. He's too good at this.

"Oh?"

"Oh." I cocked my head to the side again, struck by a thought. "Why the hell are you in my dream again? I mean, you've never been, personally, mind you, in them."

He scratched his head. "I don't know really. I was upstairs, just reading some car magazine Emmett gave me, and I just conked out. Not the first time its happened, really. Just it usually happens when I'm drunk."

"I can't imagine Lissa going along with you to bars and such. She's not even legal."

"Oh I know. What she doesn't know, won't hurt her," came the smooth reply.

I glared. "So you're using her, is that it?" I demanded. "What the fucking hell?!"

"What?!" Adrian asked, bewildered. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"You know damn well where it came from! Lissa's your girlfriend, is she not?!" I snarled. If he denied it, I'm so punching him in the face and breaking his nose, regardless of the fucking imprint.

"What? No! I've never dated Lissa! Oomph!" His nose broke. I felt the remorse for it, it felt like I had ran my hand over a white hot flame, but I still glared at him. He touched the blood that was falling from his nose. "What the hell?!"

"You fucking bastard! You're using Lissa!" I didn't give a damn that my hand throbbed, or that there was tears in my eyes, or the fact he was staring at me open mouthed. It fucking reminded me of Samsogoddamnmuch I wanted to punch Adrian and curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out.

"What the fuck?!" he repeated. His eyes blazed with an inner fire that highlighted the lighter green around his iris's edge. "She's engaged to Christian!" he spat downward, blood hitting the floor.

"Then why the hell do you hold hands and share secret fucking smiles and all the shit that couples do, eh?!" I really wanted to know. The way he said it… it made me feel like a bitch since now it seemed I was worrying about nothing.

"Do you really not know?" he asked, deflating. It was so sudden, it made my heart pang.

I shook my head, my anger giving way. "No, I don't," I murmured. "I always just kinda zoned out…"

"Oh, well then, that explains it." I could hear the sarcasm practically melt from the words as he spoke. He spat blood out again onto the floor. I winced.

"Sorry about that, you know. It's just, when I figure a guy is using a girl, I just… well, I kinda lose it."

"I can tell. Mind me asking why?"

I grimaced. "Well, before I became a wolf, I dated a guy named Sam. Sam Uley. He was a dream guy, and I had been dating him since sophomore year in high school. We had already started plans on getting married, going so far as to discuss children, when he phased for the first time. Since he was the first in almost a century, he freaked out and was gone for three weeks, almost a month. I was sick with worry, and my cousin Emily had shown up to comfort me and give Sam a talking to if he ever showed up again. Well, when he did, we got back together. It wasn't until a week later that Emily finally confronted him and he imprinted. Imprinting, well, I'm sure someone's explained it to you then?" Adrian gave a pained nod. His jaw still hurt. "Well, he imprinted on her, and avoided me for the next two weeks. I kept trying to talk to him, figure out what was going on, when he suddenly dumped me the next time I saw him and started chasing after Emily. Of course, I cut ties with her because I perceived it as betrayal, and hadn't spoken to her, truly, since mid February two years ago."

"I'm going to assume that you could see how I became a total bitch after that and just made life in general hell for everyone in mine. Looking back, I can see I probably should have seen a councilor or something to help with the grief, since I just couldn't handle it. It wasn't until mid March of that year I think that I phased for the first time. I ultimately believed I killed my father, Sam became my wolfy boss, and my little brother could read my thoughts almost everyday. I think I cracked after that. Afterwards… it all snowballed form there.

Adrian whistled. "Yep. I can see how you would hate men after that."

Sorry for not updating sooner. I was at a stalemate, and just couldn't think of how to update it. Then, someone, one of my reviewers -- you know who you are *grins* -- gave me a few ideas... Hee hee. Enjoy and Review!