Author's note: Sorry for such the long wait but I didn't really feel like typing for the last how many days. Lol, Extreme sorry. I'll try to get up the next chapter as soon as possible!

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What was that?!" I whispered harshly to Natasha. We had both heard a sort of shimmering in the air along with a couple of twigs snapping shortly after. Natasha's eyebrows drew together as if she were solving a super hard math equation as she watched the tree line. I probably had the same expression on my face as I watched closely for any kind of movement. I saw the ferns start to move and crouched into my defensive position, ready for anything… or at least I thought I was.

"Leah?" I said as I watched her emerge from the tree line (thankfully with clothes on!). My frown deepened into confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Yeah it's nice to see you too, Nessie. I'm fine thanks for asking." Leah replied. You could TASTE the sarcasm in her voice and let me tell you, sarcasm has a BAD taste!

"No, I meant what are you doing HERE? Aren't you suppose to be with, ya' know, my dad and 'em?" I said quickly. Leah took her time as she slowly made her way over to where Natasha and I were still sitting. Leah snorted.

"Do you honestly expect me to leave my brother ALONE? I don't think so!! I mean for cryin' out loud, my mom dropped him on his head when he was a baby!! He NEEDS me around!!" She snickered slightly and looked up into my eyes. I was surprised to see that I was taller than Leah. I always thought I was short. Chalk one up for my ego! But seriously, for about as annoying as she is, she's surprisingly genuine. Looking in her eyes, you could tell she cared about her brother VERY much. She has a cold heart but it's made from gold... sometimes. Natasha silently cleared her throat, and I found myself stunned once again. I turned to find her writing.

"Who is she?"

"Oh, sorry! Leah this is Natasha. Natasha this is Leah. Leah is Seth's older sister."

"Seth…?"

"The one who turned into a wolf."A knowing look came across her face and she wrote again.

"Of course! Now that you mention it, I can definitely see the resemblance." I giggled as Leah read what Natasha wrote. She frowned slightly and looked down at her from where she was standing.

"Should I be offended?" Natasha chuckled silently.

"Not at all. You are both VERY beautiful children. You know considering you're not vampires." Leah smiled and I saw what Natasha meant. When Leah really smiled, she almost looked as beautiful as a vampire. I thought it was a waste considering she almost NEVER smiled, and when she did it looked sarcastic. Natasha started writing again.

"Leah, can I ask you something personal?" Leah shrugged.

"Sure, but the real question is whether I'll answer it or not." Natasha smiled widely, her teeth reflecting the last remaining sun rays on the horizon. She looked like she stepped out of a tooth paste commercial.

"Touché. Leah, do you have anyone whom you love?" Leah's face hardened and I flinched slightly, already knowing the answer.

"Considering that I have menopause," she started coolly, her face like a blank piece of drawing paper. "No, I don't love anyone, and I plan never to love anyone." Natasha's eyes grew in surprise and she wrote fiercely, her writing messy.

"I'm sorry!! I didn't know!! But are you not a little young to have menopause…?" Leah sighed and locked eyes with Natasha, pain evident within. It got worse as she explained the way 'werewolves' age by the time they're eighteen.

"On the bright side," Leah said, her face twisted into a painful smile. "At least I don't have to worry about my period ever again." Natasha shook her head sadly and wrote. Every stroke was full of sincerity.

"You're a very brave girl, Leah. I had respect for you when we met ten minutes ago but now it has doubled after hearing your story. I am sorry for asking. I hope you can forgive me..."Leah smiled sadly and replied as she moved slowly toward the log.

"It's okay. You had no way of knowing, but I do want to know why you asked in the first place." Leah finally reached us and sat on the other side of Natasha which slightly surprised me. That's when I noticed Natasha's fair skin turn faint pink.

"Well you see," She wrote slowly. "A number of the Volturi has shown an interest in me, even though I don't know why. I'm not THAT remarkable." Both Leah and I scoffed at the same time. Natasha stopped writing and gave us questioning looks.

"Natasha," I started. "Have you ever looked in a mirror? You're so breath-takingly beautiful that my aunt Rosalie would be jealous of you."

"Seriously." Leah concurred. natasha was pratically glowing red as she continued writing.

"Thank you, but you're too nice." I shook my head but continued reading. "Anyways, He has shown interest in me and I don't know if I should allow my interest to show. I like him but I want to be with someone I love. Problem is I have no clue what love is like..."

"Ask her." Leah automatically pointed at me. I wrinkled my nose and Leah stuck her tongue out at me. "You hypnotized her, right? She should know what love is by now." I watched Leah study my face and I started to glow bright red. "SEE! She does so!" Leah said triumphantly.

"I wouldn't say THAT exactly, but I have some ideas." I whispered although it was a stupid move on my part due to we can all hear the slightest of noise. I peeked up at Natasha who pretended like she didn't hear anything. " What do you want to know?"

"Anything you can tell me..."She simply wrote. I sighed and looked into the now star filled sky. I breathed in the slight woodsy smell and my heart ached. I closed my eyes and took one deep breath before I spoke.

"Love is difficult to explain. It makes you feel... warm inside, like a warm wind blowing on your heart and soul. It makes you feel... complete. When the person is happy, you're happy. When the person is sad, you're depressed. You'd do anything in your power to make them happy, even if it means you hurt yourself in the process. The person you love MUST be your best friend before they can be your lover. That way, you can talk to them about ANYTHING and feel comfortable saying how you feel; trusting them with your deepest secrets as well as the key to your heart. Love is beautiful...and never-ending..." I opened my eyes and turned to both of them. "To answer your question, Natasha, love is like the sky. No matter where you go, it's there. It wraps you in a blanket and doesn't stop." They both stared at me for a long moment until Natasha started writing again, a shocked look on her face.

"Nessie, that was beautiful."

"When did you become a poet?" Leah asked jokingly although her eyes were red and her jaw dropped lightly. I felt colour creep into my face and turned away quickly. I was thankful it was dark. Natasha tapped my shoulder and pointed to her paper.

"By the way, you didn't tell me who you dreamt of." I sighed and faced her.

"The person I dreamt of was..." Suddenly, something jumped out of the woods and into the meadow. I hissed and crouched into attack position when a flash of russet fur was caught in the faint moonlight.

"Jacob!" I yelled and ran straight for him, tears streaking my vision. I slammed into him so hard, I would have pushed him over if he was human form. I buried my head into his thick fur, tears over-flowing onto him. I inhaled as much of his distinct woodsy smell as I could while his head nudged me lightly and comfortingly.

"I missed you so much, Jake." I thought. "Never do that to me again." He laughed wolfishly although it didn't sound like him. He tried to move away but my iron grip wouldn't let him go until soft hands pulled me off. I turned to see both Leah and Natasha grab my arms.

"I think Jake wants to change but he can't do it here." Leah said and Natasha nodded. I sighed and let the russet fur slip through my hands. Jake shook once, looked at me with the black eyes I've missed forever, and dashed through the treeline. I dropped my shoulders and went to go sit down when a sudden movement caught my eye. A figure was in the treeline, too short to be Jake and the hair was too short to be Seth. The figure stepped into a small patch of moonlight and I gasped. It was Kayle.