Leah glared around the room, viciously glad that everyone else there was avoiding her. It was Renesmee Carlie Cullen's—also known as the leech spawn—sixth birthday, a real birthday, though the little mutant looked about sixteen or seventeen already, and many of the foreign bloodsuckers with weird names had come to celebrate, as well as the other mutant human/vampire from Africa or someplace. Leah hadn't been forced into coming, but Jacob had a way of phrasing requests that made you feel guilty for not acquiescing. It was so damn annoying.
Argh. I don't want to think about Jacob fucking Black right now, Leah thought angrily. She was leaning against a wall in the far corner of the large room where the "party" was taking place. Streamers hung from the ceiling (apparently, the leech spawn had flat-out refused a fancy party, much to the psychic's chagrin).Vampires milled about, giving anything with the werewolf/shapeshifter stench (and that included her) a wide berth. Well, all of them did, except—
"Hello, Leah Clearwater."
Leah nearly choked on her own spit and whirled around, coughing, to face little miss birthday princess herself. "Hi," she managed to say, injecting as little venom—pun unintentional—as possible into her voice. Because Mr. Alpha won't be too happy if I'm rude to his precious little leech spawn, she thought bitterly, and was rewarded with a glare the mind-rapist leech shot her from across the room.
"How are you today?" the leech spawn asked, her tinkly voice sweet. She was so fucking pretty, Leah realized, with no small amount of annoyance. Her bronze curls framed her thin face perfectly, her brown eyes, which had looked so dull on her mother, sparkled in the dim light of the room, and sporting fashionable, tasteful designer clothing, the girl could be every male's dream. Leah knew what she looked like: messy, choppy black hair, tired eyes, and rumpled pull-off-and-phase clothes. Not to mention the acquired scowl always present on her face; there was no way someone would choose her when they could have Renesmee.
"I'm fine," Leah muttered.
"Are you really?" The leech spawn's voice was solemn.
Leah averted her eyes. "Happy birthday," she forced herself to say, avoiding the question she'd just been asked.
The leech spawn blinked, then smiled. "I like Nahuel," she said.
"That's great. Someone of your own… er… species to hang out with." Whoo-freaking-hoo. Leech Spawn has a playmate. Leave me the fuck alone. The mind rapist glared at her again.
"He's very kind," the leech spawn continued.
Leah said nothing.
"And he agrees with me when I say you and Jacob should pursue a romantic relationship with each other," the leech spawn finished her little spiel off with.
"That's great, seriously—wait, what?!"
She smiled. "He imprinted on me. I only have his best interests at heart," she commented lightly.
"But… you… I…" Leah found she was at a loss for words. Shit. Around a half-leech, too.
"Remember that, Leah Clearwater," Renesmee threw over her shoulder, and then she was gone.
Don't know where this came from. Don't like it much, but screw life.