Okay on my last chapter I was in a big hurry on finishing it before publishing. So because of that I made a lot of typos and forgot some words that probably confused you some. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize for my sloppy penmanship in the last chapter, and will try fixing it all after publishing this chapter:)
So now moving on, a reviewer asked me when Leslie turned? Okay, yeah, I also forgot to add in some stuff about that, that probably confused you readers so I'll try explaining it better: when Leslie turned I would say it was just a few minutes after-in Edward's POV-was acknowledging Leslie's screaming growing louder and stuff; it was at the very end of his Pov. The dream I wasn't all that crazy about, I just tried coming up with the best really big twisted dream there is. And like the end of Edward's POV in this second POV Leslie was just a few minutes from becoming a wolf. Her POV in the dream was like during Edward's POV. Get it?
Also the part where Leah mentioned Nessie and Bella coming to warn her about Leslie's transformation they had witnessed it themselves before leaving to obey Edward's demands. And, even though they were on different missions, I've decided that Nessie couldn't get a hold of Jacob (since he was wolf-form) so she went after Bella, and they found Leah together. Okay, I hope this cleared up a lot of confusion, and if there's anymore confusion please let me know!
Leslie:
"She's waking up," a gloomy voice murmured quietly.
Ugh, my dozy mind thought, feeling a huge amount of pain all over. It wasn't extreme; just an ache, a pang stretched out over my muscles. It felt like a day after working-out in a gym, and feeling the terrible ache over my whole body. Only this felt worse. Not only were my muscles hurting, but my head did too. It was like something horrible was squeezed inside my head, unable to break loose, and yet felt like at any moment it was going to make my head explode.
"Give her a minute," the same voice instructed. It sounded like he was telling that to some one specific.
It took me a while to realize my eyes were still closed. Remembering, I could still see, I reopened my eyes to see a room crowded with people. They were closely near me, watching me intently. It took me a while to realize I should be in a world of wonder, suspicion, and question.
"What-"
"Shh," a male's voice hushed. He stood in front of me-as I was laid down-staring down at me with obscurity. Very swiftly, he knelt down next to me, facing me with a pair of glowing, topaz eyes. "It's okay, you're safe now. . .Let us explain." He said, as if he had just read my mind. "You've been unconscious for over ten hours. Everything you remember being a dream is false." He told me slowly, but clearly. "Despite the part where you met your loved ones, the rest was real."
. . .It was real? What was real? I thought back to the dream, feeling as if it really was real. The uplifting feeling, the wholesome perspective of the landscape and view surrounding me, the abnormal feeling I felt the entire time of the dream. Minus the agony.
No, a small thought argued. It isn't real. Being the vulnerable person I was, I was starting to believe the insufficient part of me. In theory, this honestly couldn't have really happened. It didn't make any since, in fact. Monsters didn't exist, I wasn't uh. . .I was just imagining things. The heartfelt feeling grew in strength to the point where I was now believing none of it was true, that was all just a figure of my imagination.
"No," his voice nearly growled. "It was real."
Taking a moment to let his words finally sink in (then slip out) he continued. "Listen Leslie," he said. "You're only doing this because you feel it's safer to believe it that way. But, it was you who transformed into a wolf, it was you who ran off into the woods, it was you who destroyed that vampire."
It was at his words, that cleared my flashbacks to the point where I could remember every diminutive detail in the dream. (no matter how badly I wanted not to) But, whether I wanted to or not, I had no choice. My now crystal-clear memory remembered everything, from the minute I exploded into a beast, to when I passed out somewhere in the remote forest.
It was real.
There was no doubt about it now. The rusty smell of nature and its many different scents, the powerful strength and energy I had when in my dream, the instant hunch-or was it motive?-that directly kicked in like instinct.
Now that my intricate mind was becoming more clear and less insane, I came to the conclusion that in my dream I was different, or (what I was really thinking) something else. I didn't at all feel human, instead a grotesque, monstrous creature ready to create chaos. There was no part of me that could touch or feel any source of self-control or discipline at the time. I felt out of control.
"You weren't human." The voice I finally sought out to recognize as Edward told me. "You were a werewolf."
A werewolf? Realizing my eyes were still open, I looked up into his puzzling, golden eyes as he suddenly shook his head-as if he was responding to my question.
"Leslie," an aghast voice suddenly called. Instantly, my eyes adjusted to the new environment I was in, and the person I was looking at was moved aside by another person. The stranger knelt shakily down in front of me, placing one hand on my arm. "You don't have to worry. This is all nor- well for us it is." he rushed, "You're gonna to be fine. We'll figure this out. . ." he trailed off, sounding as if another thought suddenly came to mind.
Silence took over, lasting for quite a while until someone finally cleared their throat. "Um," an adult's voice said, "Just to be safe, can I check her for anything?"
"Why?" A new voice asked, simply. "She's like us, she'll heal."
"Yes, but," the man's voice said, "this whole situation here has been unexpected. I just want to make sure there isn't another accident we haven't anticipated."
"Um, come again?" the same voice questioned, slightly confused.
"Is she related to any of you, by any chance?" Edward interfered. "Your genes are what make you what you are. But, if she's not related to any of your pack members, or is the descendant of one of your great ancestors, than how is it she has become one of you?" he asked solidly. "Carlisle just wants to makes sure there is no contrast between her abilities and yours."
"Seth," the adult male's voice said, sounding a bit closer. "Please."
I realized Seth was blocking Carlisle from reaching me. He pretended not to hear, keeping his sullen eyes attached to me.
Seth.
Oh my God, I thought, feeling the automatic shock run through my veins. My eyes widened, suddenly realizing who this person staying so close to me was. But before I got a chance to say anything, several voices came in, convincing Seth of something.
"Come on, Seth." They persisted. To my disappointment, two or three people got up, and dragged him out of the way. "Let him do his thing." Someone muttered.
Time seemed to melt away from me, as Carlisle examined me. Every sense I had was taken away, except for my sight, which stayed only attached to Seth; he was only a few feet from me, but still it felt farther away than that. Even my hearing wasn't that good, for I could only hear something close to a static interference, distracting the spoken words from making any since to me. Hell, I barely even noticed it when I found myself in an upright position held up by a person, while Carlisle checked me out.
"Leslie," he said calmly, "Will you please face me?"
My weak eyes set on his pale face, trying to figure out the mumbling mash coming through his mouth. A minute passed in no time, after he was done doing his examination on me. It felt kinda strange thinking and feeling this strange way. The closest I've ever come this bearby to feeling the way was after I found out my father had died. Only this hurt more physically than emotionally. I couldn't do much with myself, I guess you can say. Both my mind and body wouldn't operate right, or in the same way as they used to. I felt like a doll, a useless doll weak and vulnerable.
"She's tired, still," Carlisle noted. "But, physically fine."
I realized my body was now leaning against something; a body. It's lively, energizing warmth sizzled through to my muscles in a strange way soothing them from the aching pain they were going through. Absentmindedly, my body curled up closer against the body desiring for more. (I couldn't help myself)
After a while, my light senses actually felt part of my hair being lightly pulled back by a hand. His soft voice said something quietly. Unfortunately, his words only spoke into a confusing jumble of words I was unable to identify.
But, whatever he said, it sent out a crowd of audible gasps loud enough for even me to hear.
"Are you crazy?!" a fierce female-voice scolded.
Another voice intervened, sounding slightly slow and gentle. "Seth. You and I both know this-"
"I wasn't talking about that!" Seth's cold tone shouted. Even I heard it loud and clearly. It was the first time I ever heard him use such a tone, let alone shout out something like that.
Realizing his voice was so close I could almost be sitting next to him, I finally recognized it as him as the person I was leaning on.
He said some other things, but no matter how close he was to me, I was barely paying attention. It was like my mind had wandered off to somewhere else. At one moment it would be focused on one thing in particular, and then another it would just drift off into space. The only thing I heard was his last words, saying,"I can sleep on the couch, I don't mind."
In just a moments notice, I felt my body lift from the comfortable couch and body I was laying on. Cradled in a pair of warm arms, I was taken away to somewhere unknown.
It could've been to graveyard, for all I knew, and yet the very thought of it didn't frighten me. Hell, from the horrible soreness covering my body, a graveyard didn't sound like a bad idea. My head still hurt, and couldn't make out much of anything. Sure, all that's happened so far might come back to me later when I'm less miserable and more active and in control, but at the moment everything was blank except for the part where-which I had to keep reminding myself-I was being carried away to someplace else.
I found myself eventually laying in a bed.
I know this is kinda a boring chapter, but I figured I should put something in after leaving you guys empty for a couple of weeks. This chapter just shows the aftermath of all the chaos in Leslie's POV as you may know by now. She's a little weak in the mind now, but I'll get to the reason why later. It's kind of a simple reason really, if you look hard enough into the whole background behind the wolf pack, but who knows. Anyway, I hope you guys are glad I finally updated. Sorry if its nothing wonderful or exciting, I'm still kinda wondering what should happen next. And just to let you all know it might be a while before I update again. I've been having a lot school work piled on me and have had barely any time at all to update. Plus LEAP's coming. (standarized test) Ugh, I'm going to hate it.
