This is the first attempt at writing Leah and Carys when Carys finds out about Leah being a wolf. I... Don't think...? It's going to go like this in the story, but having written it, I felt like sharing, so it's in the outtakes for now. Depending on what people think, it might make it into the main story - I'm not sure if it's too... You'll see. Please let me know.
Potential non-chapter.
Leaving her coat and bag by the door, Carys was halfway to the kitchen when someone began to knock, heavily and persistently, on the front door. She turned on her heel, crossed to the door, opened it, then drew it wider to allow in her guest.
Only, Leah didn't move. Standing in the doorway with a fierce look of determination on her face, she glowered, simmering with rage, tense and shivering. Carys could see why she was shivering, at least. Where Carys wore a long sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and a cardigan, Leah wore a sports bra and shorts.
"Leah?" Carys began, taking a step back and to the side, indicating she should come in. "What's-?"
"How long have you known?" Leah growled, the tremors having left her in the time it took Carys to speak. "How long?"
Carys gaped. "Um... About-?"
"You know what about. I know what about. Now tell me," she whispered through gritted teeth, eyes glittering. "How. Long. Have. You. Known?"
Taking a stab in the not so dark, Carys gulped. "About the treaty... Since Christmas, but it was the day before the funeral that I found out it-"
"Had happened again?"
"Yes."
"And that's why you were talking to Sam?"
"Yes, but if you kn-"
"Oh, I know all about it. I just wanted to see if you had the fucking balls to tell me to my face that you know what your boyfriend and his family did to me."
The look on her face; her anger; the shaking...
"You're... Oh my god... Leah..."
"What, you didn't think I could be one because I'm a woman? Join the fucking club."
"I-I was gonna say because the rest of them're so much taller. And dicks-"
Leah's glare intensified.
"I mean, they all seem to be dicks from what you've said, not that they all have dicks."
Leah eyed her in silence, then, just when Carys wondered if she was waiting for her to say something more, she took the invitation and stalked - prowled - into the house.
Leah sniffed the air. "Cullen's not been here for a while then?"
"No," Carys said, closing the door and leaning back against it. "But we're-"
Leah whirled. "Still together? Yeah, figured as much." She marched back towards Carys, stopping a couple of inches away, giving off the same heat Sam had the day of the funeral. "No wonder they hate you. Bella Swan's a kid; she doesn't know better. You? Hah! You sure fooled me. Here I was thinking you were my friend. What was it? A joke?"
Carys bristled. "How dare you," she growled right back. "I didn't know it was still happening, so don't you dare suggest our friendship was based on some ulterior motive! I don't love you because I was pretending to - you're one of my best friends, for god's sake."
Leah stared at her, looked her up and down, searched for any sign she was lying. Carys lifted her chin and pushed up onto her toes a little, just enough to put her slightly higher than eye level. She knew Leah wouldn't be able to find fault with a word of it.
Growling deep in her chest, Leah stormed across to the sofa, picked up a cushion, and, thrusting it to her face, muffled a scream of anger.
Carys jumped, her breath catching in her throat, heart thudding against her ribcage.
"I hate you," Leah announced when she was done, dropping the pillow. "I hate you. I hate Carlisle Cullen. I hate his family. I hate you! You ruined my life, and you don't even know much! We have to share a fucking mind when we're-we're-" She huffed, trying again as if something was stopping her from saying the word.
"Wolves?" Carys asked.
Leah clicked her fingers and nodded. "The tip of the fucking iceberg of humiliation. As if being naked in front of that bunch of-!"
"Naked!?" Carys cut in before she could stop herself, eyes wide.
Leah spared the wall a glance, and nodded. "Clothes don't exactly stretch that much, and it's not like it's easy to control myself when I'm around those assholes all the time."
"You mean...?"
"Oh, it's fine," said Leah, sarcasm dripping from every pore as she dismissed Carys with a wave of her arm, "Sam's had a word, and none of them looked at me like that anyway. Why would they? I'm just the hateful ex, so angry, I did the impossible. If I've ruined most of my stuff, it's because I can't control myself."
"You're the first woman to become a wolf?"
"That they know of, yeah."
"So... Wow..."
Striding across the room, Carys took Leah by the hand despite her protests, leading her upstairs. They both knew Leah could have stopped her at any point. They reached the bedroom, and she released her, ignoring her muttering - even when the parts she heard were involved how she could kill her, snap her like a twig, with little to no effort - in favour of pulling the second drawer of her dresser open.
Carys hadn't been running since Carlisle had returned, so she grabbed those clothes first. He'd spent time in her bedroom, but he'd never rifled through her drawers before, so she doubted he'd suddenly made a habit of it.
"What're you doing?" Leah demanded from the doorway when Carys began checking items and stuffing them into the rucksack she sourced from beneath her bed, opening and closing other drawers. She realised. "I don't want your charity!"
"This isn't charity." Carys thrust a small pile of old t-shirts at Leah. "Vampire?"
Leah shook her head.
"It isn't charity," she went on, shoving the mass down to make space. "Say you wouldn't do the same for me if I'd said what you just did, and I'll stop."
Silence.
"Good. Now. We're not going near underwear 'cause that'd be weird for everyone involved, but socks?"
"Why? Fine. Yes. Now, why?"
"You can hate me all you want, but bugger it if I'm going to hear you're out there ripping your clothes off every five minutes and not giving you spares."
Leah hissed. "You think I can't afford clothes?"
Placing a hand on her hip, Carys straightened, still kneeling, turning away from the bottom drawer. "We're the same size, and if you're gonna shift and destroy them, d'you really care where they came from if it means you don't get caught out by those dicks?"
Floundering, Leah waited until she was done, taking the rucksack when it was dropped in her arms. "I'm not wearing these."
"Then keep them in case you change your mind."
"Do you even have anything left!?"
"Do you?"
Leah glared, shouldering the bag, turning to storm, heavy footed, back downstairs. Another knock at the door stopped her in her tracks, and she waited for Carys to answer it.
Grabbing her purse, Carys paid for the pizza, closed the door, threw her purse onto her bag, and lifted the box in Leah's direction.
She passed her, grabbing the box on the way out the door, with a, "Our friendship is over."
"See you soon!" Carys called after her. "Love you."
Leah didn't so much as turn her head. "No you won't!" she yelled back, flipping Carys her middle finger over her retreating shoulder.
Carys closed the door, leaned against it again, and slid to the floor with a huff, dropping her head, gripping her ponytail. She sat there for a while, then sighed, fished her phone from her pocket, and called for a replacement pizza.
Hanging up after placing her order, she grimaced and dialled again.
Esme answered after the second ring. "Carys?"
"So... You know you wanted a shopping trip...?"
