Two notes before we begin if that's okay?! I wanted to reiterate that I'm messing with canon in this story - that's going to come up more as we make our way through Eclipse and Victoria etc, but everything will have grounding and make sense. Also, how the hell can Carys handle being around Jasper all the time? Jasper in Eclipse was *chefs kiss*. There's a moment in this chapter when I nearly died haha!

Eclipse, Chapter 6

"I... I know this is going to sound strange, but... Would you mind if I called him quickly?"

"For what?"

Carys hesitated. She didn't want to lose her audience now she had the potential to change Leah's mind by even the smallest degree, but she didn't want to say something Carlisle might not be happy with her sharing. Some part of her hadn't expected Leah to actually agree.

"To ask him if it's okay to tell you his story," she explained.

Taking a deep breath, her lips thinning, Leah asked, "Because if I know, the pack will know?"

"Well... That, but I was thinking more... It's his death..."

"I thought you said you could tell me things?" Leah queried. The thinning of her lips, accompanied now by a faint twitch about her left eye, signalled her obvious distaste at the sudden turn. "Now you have to ask permission?"

Carys moaned. "I don't have to ask. I want to ask," she said. "The things I could tell you without - I think they'd be enough, but if you heard his-"

"Fine. Call him."

Carys didn't want to give her a reason to change her mind. She fished around in her bag for her phone and hit speed dial.

"Darling?" Carlisle answered almost immediately, "That was quicker than I expected. Is everything alright?'

Raising two fingers to her mouth, Leah made gagging noises. Carys stared at the ground and twisted her upper body away, though she knew it did nothing.

"Hi, lovely. Yeah, it's all fine - I'm with Leah. And I... We're talking about stuff... I'm going to tell her about us, and I... Well-"

"You'd like to know how much you can share?"

Carys sighed her relief that he understood so quickly. She suddenly imagined he might have been waiting for her to ask.

"Yes. Basically, I don't know if you'd be happy with me talking about your... Former similarities to the pack."

His smooth baritone laughter filled the air. "Is that what you're calling it?"

"Well, yeah," she admitted, glancing at Leah, who met her gaze with a blank stare.

"I don't mind you sharing, Carys."

"Is there anything you'd prefer me to leave out? Just say a general code word and I'll work it out."

"It's alright, darling," Carlisle told her. "I trust you to use your discretion... Perhaps you could leave out some of the beginning - the more personal parts."

"I thought - if it's alright - maybe your job before? How that...," Carys made an inarticulate sound she hoped he'd interpret as "led to the change", "Plus roughly how long you've been a doctor, your ethos, resistance, and some about us?"

"That sounds fine."

"You're sure?"

"I am," Carlisle assured her. "I'll let you go now, so you can tell her."

"I could just talk about us if-"

"Carys."

"Yes?"

"Go. I love you."

"I love you too."

Ending the call, Carys dropped her phone back into the depths of her bag.

"So?" asked Leah.

"So..."

"Spit it out, Carys," Leah exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

Carys took a deep steadying breath and asked, "Would it surprise you to learn that Carlisle died hunting vampires?"

Leah's face fell as if in slow motion, her jaw dropping. "What!?"

"He... His dad..." Carys let out a frustrated breath and decided to begin a little later than her terrible, long-dead father-in-law. "Carlisle was a vicar who hunted mythical creatures like vampires - but he was far more... Careful and considered about it than other people. Instead of just following hysteria and stuff, he searched for genuine proof. He wasn't always popular - being as hesitant to condemn as he was...," she mused aloud. "You could say he was too good at his job by the end."

"What!?"

"He tracked down a group of genuine vampires, and was bitten trying to destroy one with a mob of humans. They didn't know as much as you or I do about the strength of them, you see... He actually thought of vampires the same way you do - that they're all monsters.

"Because of his feelings towards vampires," she went on, skipping whole chunks of the story, "he starved himself until he realised he could eat animals instead. He's the only vampire in known existence who - with no help or guide to follow, because that's a slightly different matter - has never...," she searched for the word, "ingested human blood."

"What!?" Leah cried again.

Rushing on, Carys took a step forward and said, "The mere thought of harming or taking human life has always been entirely abhorrent to him. He's dedicated his life to finding ways to co-exist with humans... It's... It's more than that, really - I guess more to... Bridge the gap? I don't think he'd hurt any living being if he didn't need to exist on something...

"Without going into too much, he's been a doctor for well over two hundred years-"

"What!?" Leah all but shouted her surprise this time.

"-and he's all but immune to the scent of blood. He trained himself to that from day one, but, well, it took a while to stand it without too much pain. That's why it took him a bit before he properly began to practice-"

"What!?"

Carys hesitated. "Are you going to keep saying what?" she asked, looking about them. The trail remained empty, but the way Leah was reacting, she wouldn't be surprised if someone were to come running, fearing something more sinister was going on.

"What?" Leah asked quietly. She shook her head. "No..."

"Would you like me to stop?" Carys worried aloud, twisting her hands together in the strap of her bag, where it crossed her midriff.

Once again, Leah shook her head. As if ridding herself of her shock, she said:

"Do you really expect me to believe there's a bloodsu-fine." Catching herself before she said the word, she asked, "D'you really expect me to believe he's Van Helsing?"

"Was. And... Was Van Helsing a vicar? I can't remember."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Leah looked her over, her gaze devoid of censure. Slowly, she fell to something akin to pity, or sympathy at the very least.

"Oh, Carys," she said. "He could've lied to you about all this."

Shaking her head, Carys gripped her bag strap and said, "He could have, but he hasn't."

"How do you know?" Leah asked, a faint crinkle appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"He hasn't," Carys told her. "And... Everyone knows."

"Everyone?"

To explain that Carlisle was a marvel, a curiosity, in the vampire world open her up to more questions and further disbelief. Instead, Carys simply raised her chin, met her friend's gaze head on, and said:

"He wouldn't lie about this, Leah."

"Fine," said Leah, her displeasure evident.

"You don't believe me?" Carys asked. Her voice was faint, and she was embarrassed to hear how upset she sounded.

Leah kicked at her ground, frowning sadly. "You've just told me he's done sort of... The impossible, if he's really the-the..."

"First?"

"Yeah."

"So are you," reminded Carys gently. Perhaps there was hope after all.

Leah floundered for a few moments, then slowly said, "Okay... I guess it's possible... Improbable, but... Possible... Still could've lied," she muttered more to herself than to Carys. "Fine. Say I believe you."

"Do you?"

Leah sighed. "Yes," she said. "I wish I didn't, but yeah. Fine. Makes sense. We know they feed on animals," she explained, adjusting her hair with one hand. "Okay. Say I believe you. He's a vampire who hates being a vampire, so he never touches a human. What happens next?"

Carys, her confidence boosted a little by her friend's belief, focused on the main shareable parts of Carlisle's life. As if she was giving an overview of a book at first, she quickly laid out the wider plot points: Carlisle trained as a doctor for decades across Europe before he travelled to America after a while; he constantly studied and furthered his expertise; he was alone for a long time before he (she gave no real specifics) found others; and when he met her, he knew she was his mate.

It didn't take long before she reached the point where she could elaborate and share more details - it was as much her life as his. By then, Leah no longer reacted with surprise or disbelief. She listened quietly, eyes wide, lips parted, hooked on Carys' every word.

Carys told her how Carlisle held himself back, stealing what time he could by bumping into her in the halls or staffroom; that he went to the diner and bought coffee he'd never drink, just so that he could bump into her, offer her one, and wish her a Merry Christmas. She told Leah about her homesickness in the months to come; how he and Sarah helped her through; how they became friends, then best friends.

She told her about her feelings towards him, and how she avoided him for a while when she realised she was in love with him; that he gave her the space she asked for; that she had her suspicions at times but didn't want to believe them, even going so far as accepting Sarah's explanation that he had a rare form of anaemia.

She told her that over time it became harder and harder, until, eventually, he started making his intentions clear.

"And then... We started dating, and... Well," Carys said with a smile that was just as embarrassed as it was fond, "he used to hold my hand - wearing gloves, so I didn't notice the difference. It took me a few weeks to put everything I'd noticed and dismissed together...

"I wrote a list of all the signs. After a few days, he came over and asked to see it. He even added points to it which I couldn't have known," she said, remembering how different things were back then. "He told me what he was, and I'll admit, I was sick a few times at first-"

"He made you sick?" Leah whispered, blinking as if the words surprised her.

"Oh no, not like that," Carys chuckled. "He told me he was a vampire - then I threw up a bunch. Afterwards, he explained everything... I was terrified, don't get me wrong, but..."

"It was him...," Leah breathed.

"Yes," Carys confirmed, nodding. "It was him."

She waited quietly for Leah to process the information. It took a while. By the time her friend opened her mouth to speak, Carys had stifled two yawns, and had her arms wrapped around her torso, bouncing up and down to keep herself warm.

"How old is Carlisle?" Leah asked.

"Old, but not that old."

Leah rolled her eyes. "How old is old but not that old?"

"He was changed in sixteen-sixty-three," Carys said, smoothing her hands over the sides of her trousers. Nibbling her lip, she realised with a jolt she was worried about her friend's reaction to the news - Leah was the first person she'd ever told about it. Everyone else had known already.

Leah took the news in her stride, briefly raising her brows. It looked to Carys as if she was pleasantly surprised by the news. Had she thought him older or younger, Carys wondered.

"Hmm... How old was he when he changed..?" Leah asked.

Emboldened, Carys said, "Twenty-three. My age."

"That's... That's..." Leah's tone suddenly gave nothing away, her face a mask of impassivity. After a minute of mute consideration, she turned and headed back the way they'd come.

Carys followed. She wished she'd had more time to work out what Leah was thinking before she was confronted with little more than the side of her face, across which her thick shoulder-length black hair swung with every step. Instead, that was all she was left with for the long walk.

Attempting conversation was no use. Each time she tried, it either ended up with her having a one-sided conversation for half a minute or so, or trailing off within a few words.

Carys had all but given up when a shout of "Carys!" went up behind them, the instant they returned to the road.

Whirling around, Carys caught sight of Seth running towards them. She hid her surprise when he slid to a stop a few feet away. He'd grown taller still, and the last traces of boyhood had left his face. His long hair was the only thing he'd retained throughout.

Wrestling with his t-shirt for a few moments before his grinning face reappeared, followed closely by one arm and then the other, his boundless energy and enthusiasm refused to let him stand still. He sidestepped around the two of them in an spiralling, tightening circle as he began to ramble:

"Is everything okay with you two now? I was gonna say hi - when I ran past before," he explained to Carys as if she already knew he'd been close (she hadn't), "but you guys were hugging, so I figured I'd give you some time. If you're friends again, are you going to hang out-"

"Seth."

"-more tonight?" he continued on, paying Leah's interjection no heed. "Can Embry and I tag along?" Pointing high over his shoulder, he indicated behind him, in the general area of the forest. "We're on patrol with Jared just now, but we'll be off in an hour. Embry doesn't think it's true you're living with vampires now, but I said you were." Head tilting, he asked, "How are you still alive? And what's that like?"

"Seth!"

Seth came to a halt, staring at Leah, who had finally gained his attention by yelling his name at the top of her lungs.

"Yeah...?"

"It's customary to say hello before bombarding people with questions," she reminded him, rolling her eyes.

Seth's grin all but split his face in two. "Hi, Carys."

Carys, who had been on the verge of grinning from the moment she saw him, gave in to the full weight of her reactive excitement. Sometimes it felt as if Seth radiated warmth. Throughout all, even when he could have appeared insulting by insinuating she should have been killed by the Cullens by now, there was nothing but genuine, kind, open curiosity.

"Hi, Seth!"

Darting toward her, he bent his knees, giving her just enough warning to brace before he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her a few inches from the ground. Carys' breath caught on a soft inward wheeze. Her arms flailed, trapped at her sides. He was hugging her so tightly she could hardly breathe, and his heat didn't help. Was this what her childhood dolls would have felt like if they'd been able, she wondered.

Heartwrenchingly earnest, he squeezed Carys one last time and, with complete sincerity and utter calm, ever so quietly said against her ear:

"I'm so happy you came... Thank you. Lee needs this."

The moment he set Carys back on her feet and judged her able to stand and breathe on her own - which took a couple of seconds as she hauled in a couple of quick, deep breaths - he turned back to face his sister.

"So? Can we hang out when I'm off patrol?" he asked, clapping Carys on the back and causing her to lose all the breath she'd just caught up on, "Oh, sorry Carys. You okay?"

"Yeah." The word came out as more of a high pitched note than an actual word.

Leah snorted at the way Carys coughed and wheezed, but returned her attention to her brother. Shaking her head, she adopted a faintly apologetic tone and said:

"Carys isn't staying, and Mom says you have to come straight home. You can't hang out with anyone tonight."

Seth was scandalised by the news. "But Embry just got Zorro on DVD!" he informed her in a horror-struck tone. "Zorro! We were going to get popcorn!"

"You've got school in the morning."

With those six words, Seth's argument died on his lips, which firmed and twisted as his brows lowered over saddened eyes.

"Fine... Bye Carys..." Hanging his head, he accepted her farewell with a wave, and, dragging his feet, made his way back into the trees.

Carys bit her lips together. It wasn't funny in the slightest, but... Well. It was also hilarious. She didn't think she'd seen anyone tug their t-shirt off so slowly, so dejectedly. Hands gripping his collar, he'd taken five steps and raised it less than an inch before Leah slumped against Carys, in obvious defeat.

"Ugh. Seth?" she sighed.

Seth turned, a comically hopeful expression on his face. He was ham-acting in the extreme by the point he asked:

"Yeah, Leah? Was there... Something else...?"

Chest heaving, Carys covered her mouth and nose to stifle her snort of laughter.

"I'll talk to Mom so long as you watch it at ours."

Seth's entire being sagged with relief. "Thanks Leah." Then, when a howl rang out somewhere in the distance, he stiffened, turning his ear towards the source. "That's Jared. I should go."

With that, he took off running. A moment later, a second howl split the air, far closer this time. Despite herself, Carys flinched.

Leah was kind enough not to mention it as she pulled away.

Heaving a heavy sigh, she met Carys' eye and explained, "He's wanted to see that movie since it was in theaters."

"He's a sweetie pie. If not a truly terrible actor," Carys chimed in affectionately. Sobering, she eyed her friend carefully. "About... Carlisle..."

"I-uh... I don't know if it changes anything," Leah said, crossing her arms and ducking her head. "You're right - he doesn't sound quite as bad as... Some... But I'm not gonna stop hating him just because... He's still a vampire," she finished quietly.

"I understand-"

"Maybe we can-?"

Having spoken over one another, they broke off as one. Leah raised her head.

"You go first," Carys offered.

"Maybe we can come back to it when I've thought about it some more."

"Yeah? Yeah! 'Course!"

"Alright... Come on. Mom's started frying."

"You can smell that?" Carys asked, surprised by the sensitivity of Leah's nose in human form.

Leah laughed and lightly shoved her. "No, you idiot," she said. "It's dinner time!"

They ambled slowly back towards Carys' car, moving on to other things, as the subject of Leah was off the table now as well. Any move in that direction was met with the distinct impression that Carys was walking on eggshells, which made her nervous. The last thing she wanted to do was push too far.

Instead, they moved quickly on to Sue and Seth, and how they were getting on - outside the issue of phasing, of course.

They discussed Sue to the point that Carys was assured once again that she was doing better than she had been, but was understandably struggling at points. She'd gone back to work quickly, which had initially worried her children, but it had helped her to be occupied. She was more involved with the Pack than ever, but had been convinced to slow down in recent weeks.

That led to a brief segue onto the subject of Charlie.

Despite not knowing the full extent of what they were all going through, and having both a daughter and long hours at work to contend with in Forks - he was helping her however he could. They'd been friends for almost as long as he and Harry had been, and he was a great support for Sue. It was a relief to her to have someone to talk to in the good moments as much as the bad. He, unlike others Leah alluded to, didn't only treat her as "Harry's widow".

Seth was proud of his new life - as he'd told Carys on the phone the week before - but Leah elaborated on that as well. In addition to Harry's excitement about his oncoming shift, Seth's pride came from having been brought up with the legends, and now being able to protect his people as his ancestors had.

He'd also been happy when he'd phased for the first time and Leah had been there, learning the control she'd need to shift back into human form. For the preceding week, he'd been filled with the fear she'd left him behind to grieve alone.

Furthermore, he'd found himself included in something that occupied his body and mind; something he could throw himself into in the midst of his pain, grief, and loss. He'd even found brothers of a sort he'd never imagined. That those brothers included Jacob Black and his best friends was an added bonus beyond his wildest dreams.

By the time they'd exhausted the subject of Leah's family, they were standing by the car, saying their goodbyes. They hugged one last time before Carys slid into her car, closed her door, and lowered the window as she got herself situated.

"I'll see you soon?" she asked. By now she was almost definite of a positive answer.

Leah smiled. "I'm warning you now - might have to bring Seth along. D'you think you'd be allowed?"

"Please," Carys scoffed, turning the key in the ignition. The car smoothly and quietly hummed to life. She wasn't sure how to phrase "Carlisle wouldn't've worried so much today if Seth had been here", or how it might sound, so, instead, she said, "I don't need permission."

Leah stepped away from the car, lost in thought. Carys pulled away, turning the car around.

"Hey," Leah called as she was about to pass the house again, "How's your sister?"

Carys slammed on the breaks, pulled the handbrake, undid her seatbelt, and lowered the roof of her convertible. Turning in her seat, she leaned forward and fixed Leah with a nonchalant stare.

"Good question," she chirped. "Which one?"


"Mary Alice Brandon-Whit-! Oh, you're there."

Having entered the house in a huff, yelling the name, Carys' voice dropped to a grumble when she was confronted by the entire family. Spread across the two sofas and an armchair, Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Edward, and Bella sat expectantly.

Carys took a double-take upon seeing the brunette. Her glare - reserved for Alice - eased to a faint furrowing of her brow.

Throwing her bag lightly onto the table by the door, she crossed to the wide armchair on which Carlisle sat, and squidged in beside him. He adjusted himself, wrapping an arm around her and shifting so she had a bit more room.

"Hi, Bella," she said. "Sorry about that..."

Bella, about as alarmed by Carys' entrance as the rest of the family, had the guts Alice seemed not to, to ask, "Is everything okay?"

"Just an... Issue...," she said, waving off the concern with a tight smile. She looked between them all. There was something going on already.

"We were waiting for you," Edward explained. "Bella wanted to speak to everyone about-"

Oh God, not again, Carys thought, mentally rolling her eyes. Edward smirked.

"-the issue of-"

"I think," Bella cut across him, obviously agitated, "with Victoria running around, it might be a good time to revisit my humanity." Sliding forward in her seat, she turned a look of pleading appeal on them all.

Carlisle squeezed Carys' side, and she, in turn, squeezed his knee.

Bella continued, "Victoria's becoming bolder, and it really makes more sense than ever for me to be able to help. I get that, Carys, you're not ready to change, but I am, and I could help. My blood's more potent than most humans, and with my luck... Isn't it a bit foolish to have me sitting around helpless when I could be of more help more as a vampire?"

Carlisle spoke first.

"There are seven of us, Bella. And with Alice on our side, I doubt Victoria's going to catch us off guard. Think of Carys - think of Charlie-"

Carys zoned out of the conversation. Something about what Carlisle had just said lit a fire in her mind. A familiar feeling rolled through her, twisting her stomach. What was it? It wasn't his tone... Or the way he'd squeezed her side as he'd said it.

Esme had leant her voice to the discussion, and Emmett was speaking when Carys suddenly calmed. She lifted her hand from where her knuckles pressed lightly against her lips, to flick her wrist, slashing quickly through the air. Jasper removed the feeling instantly, and she returned her hand to her lips.

She non-verbally apologised, but she needed to focus and calm wasn't what she needed. What was it about what Carlisle had said? It would annoy her if she couldn't put her finger on it...

"There are seven of us, Bella." No, it wasn't that... What was it...?

"Think of Carys - think of Charlie?"

Carlisle spoke directly into her ear, and Carys glanced up to find Edward's and Rosalie's eyes on her. The others were studiously ignoring the interaction, focusing on the conversation at hand, diverting Bella's attention.

"No," she muttered, sitting forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "It wasn't that... I don't know... It'll come to me..."

Alice was rolling her eyes when Carys tuned back in, saying, "I'm offended. You're not honestly worried about this, are you?"

"If it's no big deal, then why did Edward drag me to Florida? Why did Esme take Carys to London?" Bella demanded, making a rather good point (Carys thought). "Carys," she turned to face her, "what do you think? Aren't you worried too?"

"Haven't you noticed yet," Alice sighed, covering Carys' preoccupation, "that Edward's just the teeniest bit prone to overreaction? And with you two gone, it made more sense for Carys to go too so that Carlisle could help."

Bella's tense muscles visibly eased, and her pleading tone was gone when she asked again, "Carys?"

Carys glanced at Jasper. He winked; her lips twitched. She looked at Bella again. Then sighed. The tension that thrummed through her had lessened a little, but it was still there, in the back of her mind. Something to do with Alice was bothering her. It was definitely Alice.

Edward stiffened a little. Carys looked at Carlisle over her shoulder, blinking slowly, tiredly. He squeezed her side again, taking her appeal for what it was. She wasn't ready to have the conversation. Again, it seemed.

"We've known for months now that Victoria's after you both," Carlisle answered slowly. "You've known for longer... You trusted the wolves to protect you before we returned, Bella. What's different now that you have double the protection with the addition of the family?

"The only difference I can see is that you once more have the potential to be changed. I would be sorry to have to remind you once again that the transformation is not limited to those three to five days of excruciating pain. You will be a newborn once you've changed. We've spoken about this at length - you surely understand the implications by now."

In the face of Carlisle's quiet reproach, Bella remained silent. Carys turned to look at her, and found her face blazing with colour.

The conversation had ended as swiftly as it had begun. Bella and Edward rose to leave the room. As soon as they'd gone, all eyes returned to Carys, and she sat up, remembering her original annoyance when her mind returned to the issue of Alice.

The distraction Bella and then Carlisle had provided had rid her of the immediate effects of her half-realisation, and her thoughts turned, sending it further from the forefront of her mind.

"Alice," Carys whispered, eyes glinting as she slowly sat up, focusing on the petite vampire. "I've heard you've been using some interesting names for the shapeshifters..."

Carlisle slid to the edge of their shared seat, and cocked his head. "Alice? What were you calling them?"

"I only call them what they are," Alice easily explained.

"Which is?"

"Dogs."

"Dogs!" Carlisle laughed aloud - a happy, indulgent sound that Carys didn't trust for a moment. "Are we all calling them that?"

"Certainly not!" Esme announced, shifting in her seat, horrified at the mere suggestion.

None of the others - except for Jasper, whose Adam's apple visibly bobbed up and down, but chose not to alert his wife or siblings - felt any reason not to actively agree with Carlisle and Alice. They glanced at Carys, who made an effort to keep her hands from curling, but Carlisle's approval was a boon they hadn't expected, and couldn't deny.

"Why were we left out of the joke?" Carlisle drawled, adopting a warm smile as he looked between them. "Or, slur, if you could call it that?"

Carys wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss Carlisle or cry when Emmett spoke up this time, grinning as he said, "We didn't think you'd be okay with it."

She rocked backwards, biting her lips together and shaking her head. Carlisle stood. No longer able see his expression, Carys watched as Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett blanched, realising he'd entrapped them. Alice must not have been looking in that future direction.

"Edward," Carlisle said softly, "will rejoin us soon. He will be listening until he does. Carys, love," he said, his icy gaze and tone warming as it fell on her. "I don't wish to talk for you, if you'd rather...?"

Esme met her eye and hid a smile. Carys sank back, toeing off her shoes and curling her legs under her. Settling herself into the most comfortable position, she pulled a cushion from behind her back and hugged it to her.

"You know what, my lovely? I trust you. I can jump in if I think there's something you've missed."

A/N: this chapter was originally going to include a few more of the wolves, but by the time Leah had her reaction, I decided it was better to leave it for later. Btw, sorry about the words that missed spell check the first time. This was another phone written chapter, and autocorrect did me wrong...

Thank you to: Ella (Sue's completely amazing, I love her! And I completely agree. I think it's super weird that Sam gets away with at one turn saying they're whatever their imprint needs them to be, and at the other saying it's all about furthering the line. The only real proof he has of that (because it's so rare) is the Third Wife - and that's one instance. The Quil and Claire imprint and Renesmee and Jacob imprint are made even more questionable (and they already were!)), derniermom, jhaenox, souverian, Lizzie B, 19irene96, BMBMDooDoo- Doo- Doo- Doo (I have a definite soft spot for Leah! I'm so glad you appreciated it!), CarlaPA, and Lucefatale for your reviews!