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"Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop."- Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

"Are you fucking crazy!? There is no way in hell I'm wearing that!"

We were at the Cullen Crypt, in her room. The Halloween party was in full swing by the time I got here, and I was quickly 'ushered' up to Rose's room by her frat boy husband. And by ushered, I mean he threw me over his shoulder like a caveman, said in a weird British Cockney accent, "Mi lady requests your presence." and brought me to their room. He quickly left, and that's when she thrusted this abomination into my hands. I took one look at it and threw it back at her.

She laughed and shook her head, the sound of the leather jumpsuit in her hands squeaking as she moved. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, her red painted lips pouted.

"C'mon! Its Halloween! You promised!"

"I didn't promise shit!" I crossed my arms around my chest. "Rose, if I wanted to look like a furry, I'd phrase!"

What was her brilliant costume idea you ask? She's wearing the tiniest sexy red riding hood costume I'd ever seen. A red hood was pulled over her glossy blonde hair- which she curled at the ends. Her legs donned ripped fishnets and she wore the latest red Christian Louboutin pumps. And guess who she wanted to be the sexy big bad wolf? You guessed it! Me! In a silver leather jumpsuit that looked two sizes too small. It left nothing to the imagination. It had a tail sown in. With grey fur accents at the cuffs and the ankles. I was going to be some weirdo's fantasy. And here she was, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"This isn't just any regular costume! It's custom-made Versace! Look I know it seems a little…" She trails off.

"Fetishizing?!" I finish her sentence.

"I was going to say unorthodox. But you'd look hot in it! It's not a basic cat suit, it's a wolf suit. You're guaranteed to grab all the attention tonight!"

"Rose…" I groan. I never thought she'd pull this. I expected sexy. I expected something slutty. I wasn't expecting this.

"C'mon Leah! Pretty Please?!"

"Fine. But you owe me big time!" I huff and grab the monstrosity out of her hands.

She sticks out her tongue and places black Christian Louboutin in my hands. "Oh, trust me! I'm doing you a favor!"

She turns around and impatiently taps her foot. This was the first time I actually got to look at my surroundings. Of course, its grey walls and white marble flooring. A staple in rich vampire homes. A white vanity the size of two fridges sat in one of the corners. Right next to it was a walk in closet that appears to be bigger than my entire house. And an ultra-king-sized bed fitted with red silk sheets was positioned in middle of the room. The room screamed Rose...and it smelled like rotting candy and Chanel no5. I reluctantly undress and pull the 'wolf' suit on. As I pull on the Louboutin's I turn back around.

"Is it supposed to be this tight?" I felt like I had a permanent wedgy.

"Yes, it is. Oh Leah! You look so good! Here! I have some of the finishing touches." She pulls out wolf ears and a black collar choker.

"Are you sure you're not a furry Rose?" I look incredulously at the items in her perfect pale hands.

She says nothing as she zooms around me. She puts on the accessories as she sits me down at her vanity and starts doing my hair and make-up. Within minutes, she seems satisfied and finally backs away from me. "Ta-da!"

"Miss fairy godmother, is this Cinderella ready for the ball?"

"See for yourself!"

Looking into her vanity mirror, I saw someone who looked familiar. But she definitely wasn't me. She looked sexy. Mysterious. Like a Bond girl or a woman out of a noir movie. Red plump lips and a smoky cat eye- when done right, can make you look like an entirely different person. And I was staring at this familiar yet strange face in the mirror. Like it was the first time I had ever seen my reflection before.

"Well? Do you like it?" Rose said, hesitantly placing her hand on my shoulder. I blink and meet her eyes through our reflections.

"Do I look better than a particular person?" I didn't dare say their name. Say her name. Anyone who knew would know exactly whom I was talking about. I was in the lion's den, I needed to choose my words carefully.

"Ha-ha! Always! Now, do you feel ready? I know this is a lot to take in."

Did I feel ready? Yes… and no. I still didn't know how to go about the little fairy. Or her used to be fascist war general husband. Esme and Carlisle were easy enough. Rose and Emmett were already on my side. And that just left Bella…and her spawn. Who I wasn't sure was here. Last I heard, from Jacob, Nessie wanted to go trick or treating. They'd be tagging along with Quil and Claire. They left earlier. But who knows if Bella wanted to show off her child to her high school friends? She acted as if Nessie was a trophy. And I guess, to a certain extent, she was one. A testament to Bella getting her successful happily ever after. But cracks were already appearing in the foundation. And it hasn't even been 2 years of marriage.

Despite some doubts, I turn around to look Rose dead in the eye and say, "Let's fuck shit up!"

…

Tinker Bell out did herself. I would never tell her that. I would rather die than admit to how gorgeous the party was. It was like a Tim Burton wet dream. Walls donned white and black swirls, the floors were checkered black and white. Black chandlers hung above us. Skeletons, creepy doll, artificial stalactites. Hot Topic had nothing on this party. And that's when I clued into the rest of my surroundings. Or more specifically, the people.

Remember when Rose said everyone would be talking about me? Well, she wasn't wrong. I felt the eyes stare at me, the whispers of the former Forks high school students talking about me.

"Who's that chick standing next to Rosalie Hale?"

"I have no idea but she's hot! I'd totally smash!"

"I wonder if she's the next adopted Cullen."

My senses were overwhelmed. Thankfully, there was an excellent bar tender who would give me what I needed. Rose dragged me to the refreshment station, where Emmett was stationed. He was dressed up as a grandmother. He wore a pink cardigan, a white powdered wig, gold round glasses and a maroon dress. The cardigan was comically too small on his wide muscular body. He gave me a low whistle.

"Sexy. Rose about what I asked earlier about-" He wiggle his eyebrows at Rose, who immediately puts her hand over his mouth and gives him a peck on his forehead.

"Nice try smartass. But the answer is still no. Give Leah something strong, she's gonna need it"

I arch an eyebrow at them both. They were one of the weirdest vampires I've ever seen. Then again, most of the vampires I've come across I've killed or ignored their existence completely. Or at the very least tried to avoid them like the pledge. Within seconds, he's finished making the drink.

"Aroooooo! Here ya go She-wolf! I call this, the Midnight Howl!" He hands me a tall glass of his concoction. It was blue, somehow sparkly and smelled like blueberry and unidentifiable alcohol. I gingerly take a sip. Holy shit.

"This is the best tasting drink I've ever had. How did you manage that!?" It was like a blueberry explosion on my tongue. Sweet but sour. It was perfect.

"Magicians never reveal their secrets…unless its for a price." He wiggles his eyebrows, the small golden glasses wiggling back and forth.

What the hell does that mean?

"You're a fucking weirdo."

"Leah! You're here too?!"

I turn around and see Jacob and Embry, both dressed in the pack trademark uniform- cut off jean shorts. I haven't seen nor talked to either of them since Rosalie kidnapped me. Which was 2 days ago. Seeing Jacob with his trademark goofy grin made me want to slap him upside the head. They somehow snuck up on me. I should have been able to smell them. But my nose has committed suicide via vampire bleach stench, and I can no longer smell anything significant. At least that was a bonus.

"Yeah. I was Rose's +1. Don't think I've forgotten that stunt you pulled Jacob." I glare at him. And that asshole has the audacity to laugh at me! He gives me a hug and clears his throat.

"I'ma just- I'll be over here." Embry awkwardly shuffles himself towards the open bar. I don't blame him. He doesn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

"Yeah, about that…I'm sorry for not being upfront Lee. Blondie over there made it clear that I couldn't tell anyone and it meant a lot to Nessie. Will you forgive me?" Damn those puppy dog eyes.

"You're forgiven…if..."

"If?"

"...you do my laundry for a week." I smirk and move out of his arms.

"Isn't being nice your new thing?" He groans. I give him a pointed look. "Fine. But only 1 week. And that's that."

"Deal?"

"Deal!"

He gives me a toothy grin as he drags me to the dancefloor.

"Jake! What the hell are you doing!?"

"C'mon! Let loose!" He starts dancing. Or should I say flopping around like a fish? He has no rhythm. And it's embarrassing to watch.

"Jake…people are staring." I could hear more whispers. Most of it was garbled mess, but I could pick out a few.

"Whoa who's that guy?!"

"Look at those abs…"

"Wasn't he that guy from the reservation Bella was friends with? The guy with the black motorcycle?"

"You're an embarrassment Black." I turned around and smacked right into something hard. The drink that I had completely forgotten I had was now all over my torso, dripping down my cleavage. A hand on my right shoulder steadies me.

"Watch where you're- Edward?" Yep, of course it was Edward Cullen. Dressed up as Gomez Addams from The Addams Family. His bronze hair was slicked back, he wore a fake mustache and a black tailored suit. His eyes met mine as he straightened me back onto my feet.

"Hello Leah. Nice to see you at the party. I do hope you've been enjoying yourself."

"Yeah, it's been good! Emmett made me this drink." The drink that was now spilled all over my breasts. His eyes flickered down for a fraction of a second before he pulled his hand away from me. If I were human, I'd never notice. But I did notice. And now I'm just standing here like a complete moron, looking directly into his devilish amber eyes while my cheeks burned, attempting to act like this was normal.

"… So how are-"

"Edward! Where are you? Renesmee wanted family photos by the jack-o'-lantern outside." The voice was like hearing acrylic nails on the chalkboard.

"Isabella." I say, holding my empty cup as a 'friendly' hello. I don't think I came across as friendly. I wasn't going to hide my distaste for this creature. She whips her brown hair over her shoulder and smiles adoringly at Edward. She's dressed up as Morticia Addams. Wearing a long black dress that flared in the right places but hugged her curves. She looked good. But basic. The only thing that stood out was her red lipstick. She places a rather disgusting opened mouth kiss on Edward's lips. Her tongue licks his lips as he just stands there. He makes eye contact with me before he adverts his gaze. The sight makes my stomach feel like it's turning inside out. She finally turns to me, as if she just realized I was here. That dirty snake! She wasn't fooling me.

"Oh Leah Clearwater! Hi! I hope you're enjoying the party." Oh, give me a break Bella. Even as a vampire, you're still a shit liar. Two can play that game.

"Yeah, I am actually! You totally wouldn't happen to know where the bathroom is? I got Emmett's latest concoction all over me and I need to freshen up." I'm mocking her at this point, my fake Valley Girl voice mirroring her own.

"It's upstairs! Now if you excuse us…" Bella pulls Edward's arm towards the patio.

"I can take her." He says firmly. She gives him a look and he adds, "She's not familiar with the house layout. She'll probably wander around before she finds the bathroom."

"But Edward, Renesmee-"

He pulls his arm out of her hands. "She can wait a few minutes. Leah is a guest; we should be respectful. And I'm allowed to have female friends Bella." She huffs, gives me a dirty look, and disappears back into the crowd of people.

He gestures to follow him and so I do. Up the spiral staircase, through what feels like several hospital white hallways and to the left, a massive white marble bathroom.

"You vampires sure do love the color white." I muse, looking at the marble sink countertops. He chuckles and hands me a towel.

"I do apologize for bumping into you and spilling your drink onto you. I was so eager to see you and I didn't realize you were moving towards me." He was excited to see me? I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach.

I start wiping my now sticky self with the towel he gave me.

"It's fine." It's funny how you can think about someone a lot. Make up scenarios in your head as to what you would say to them. But as soon as they're directly in front of you, your brain scrambles. I had a hundred million things to say, but nothing came out of my mouth. To avoid any more awkward silences, knowing full well he can hear my thoughts, I tried to clean myself. But it was futile. The alcohol has long since dried. It was stuck to my skin and leather suit.

"Here. Let me help you." He wets a cloth, and without any warning, holds my face in place with one hand. The other hand starts dabbing my face, moving lower as he finishes sections. I held my breath, as he paused at the nap of my neck. As if an invisible force pushed him away from me, he was no longer standing by me. With a thud, he was now up against the white wall. The cloth was haphazardly dropped on the floor.

"Are you okay? Why are you backing away?" Were my intense feelings too much for him too handle?

He didn't respond to me. He just stood there as still as a statue. His eyes scanned my body. And, in that moment, I felt like an elk. And he was the wolf. His eyes darkened to the blackest color I'd ever seen. His lips parted, but no words came out. All I could do was stare back at him, thinking about how good his lips felt against mine. And in that moment, I felt the heat and wetness dampen my thong. His nose flared. His onyx eyes held my gaze. I knew he smelled my arousal. We just stood there, a few feet away from each other. Neither of us breaking eye contact. I'm not sure who moved first. I can't think straight. But we were closer now, both of us leaning towards the other. Only inches a part. I looked at his lips. They were pale and soft. Kissable. He licks them and it sends a shiver down my spine.

"Edward I-"

As I spoke, the enchantment that held us broke. He abruptly turned around. He flung the bathroom door open with unnecessary force as he stormed out. Vanishing from my line of sight. Where he was going…I wasn't so sure. Back to Bella? Maybe. I could've help but feel that strange tight feeling whenever I thought about the two of them together. I wasn't sure what that newfound feeling was. Picking up the long forgotten cloth, I finish cleaning myself. With one more look at the mirror, I leave the room that would have been labeled a crime scene. Walking down the hallway, I get to the twisted staircase where a small childlike person dressed as Bonnie Parker blocks my path.

"You should leave my brother alone. Do you think a happily married man would rather be spending his time with a mongrel than with his wife?" The child's annoying voice rang in my eardrums. Of course, Tinkerbell would antagonize me.

I cross my arms.

"Look here pixie, you know damn well that Bella isn't going to s-"

"Rosalie told you? How joyous! It seems like she loves giving her dog a bone." She smirked. Her tone was condescendingly pointed.

"I'm no one's pet thank you very fucking much. And while this was fun, I sure as hell ain't gonna entertain you. Go bug Clyde, Bonnie. At least he'll pretend to care about your feelings. " He was probably dressed up as Clyde. At least that's what I assumed he'd be dressed as. If she was Bonnie, he must've been Clyde. Which was all kinds of corny.

I push pass her, my shoulder knocking her shoulder.

"You-" She sputtered. I didn't catch the rest of her sentence as I rejoined the festivities. A random Pitbull song was blasting on the speakers and a bunch of intoxicated party goers were sloppily dancing on the dancefloor. A drunk wannabe frat boy wearing a fire fighter costume threw his arm around me.

"Hey ba-be wanna dance?" He slurred; his breath reeked of alcohol.

"No thanks. And if you put your hands on me again, I'll make sure you only have one good arm left." I yank my arm out of his grubby hands and storm up to Emmett's table.

"Where's Rose?" Rose was gone. Jake and Embry were nowhere to be found. And the only familiar face was the poor vampire stuck on drink duty.

"Kitchen. Mom and dad are out of town. Rose is in charge of making human food. Usually, mom makes a feast, but things have been rather tense around these woods." I can imagine.

"Thanks Emmett." I turn to leave, only to realize I had no idea where the kitchen was. "Where is the kitchen?"

"To the left. Can't miss it."

I walk to the direction Emmett pointed to and opened one of the doors. He was right. Rose was there. Icing a multi layered Coraline cake. But she wasn't alone. A little girl dressed as Wednesday Addams sat on one of the stools, swinging her legs as she ate a candy bar and read a book. The sound of the door opening and closing made them both turn towards me.

"Hey. Nice cake." I say as I place my cup in the sink.

Rose finishes what she's doing with the cake and turns to me.

"Thank you. This is fortunately the last thing I needed to prepare for tonight."

"Where's the 2 morons?" I have no idea what time it was. Let alone if the boys were still around. My mind was fuzzy. My nose was stuffed. I felt like shit. I just wanted to go home.

"Jake said he had to switch with Seth for patrol. Embry wanted to be home before his mother got home from work. She's rather displeased with him being out so late." Nessie says this, without looking away from her book.

"Oh okay. Thank you, spa-Nessie. Anyway, I wanted to say thank you for inviting me. But I was gonna head out."

"You're leaving already? But I wanted to watch movies." Rose pouts and places her hands on her hips.

"I'm just not feeling it." I look over at Nessie. As I do, she turns her head, her chocolate-colored twin braids swaying from side to side, as she diverts her eyes from my gaze and she re-focuses on her book.

"If that is what you wish Leah. At least let me drive you to the border." Rose takes her apron off and washes her hands. "Sweetie, do you want to come with us?"

"No thank you auntie Rose. I'll wait for mom and dad to get back. We still have to take pictures in the Alice in Wonderland garden." Nessie says, continuing to read her book and promptly ignore me.

I don't blame her. Kid probably hates me. I willingly came into their lives and sped up the inevitable. But she doesn't know that. I wonder what she does know. Its hard knowing a piece of vital information that no one else knows. I can't imagine how hard this was for Rosalie.

"Let me get my keys and…" I put up my hand to stop her.

"I'm a big girl Rose. I can walk home. Jake's on patrol. I'm safe." I tell her. At this point, my body just needed to be away from these smelly mythical creatures. I will never understand how Seth is immune to their bleached decaying odor

She quirks her eyebrow, sighs, and gives me a hug. "Fine. But since you're leaving early, take some slices of cake with you."

…

Finally, home. Home sweet home.

After a awkward jog to my house (which is incredibly uncomfortable to do in leather) I was finally in my no vampire safe haven. No pack politics. No vampires. No Bella or Sam. Just me and my comfy bed. But first things first, I needed to shower.

The moment I closed and locked the front door, I took off the jumpsuit and threw it down the stairs. It was Jake's problem now. Kicking off my heels, I went up stairs as quietly as I could. I could hear Seth snoring in his bedroom. He had school tomorrow. I closed the door to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. I scrubbed until my skin was tinged pink. I had felt some relief. My sinuses were cleared up and I no longer smelled like Willy Wonka's monster factory. Hopping out of the shower and putting a towel around my body, I go into my bedroom. I was surprised to see a note on my bed. Maybe mom came by earlier. I pick up the note and read it. Only two sentences were written in elegant cursive writing.

Meet me at Sully's Burgers tomorrow at 7.

We need to talk.

AN: Hmmm... I wonder who wrote that note?

This took forever for me to post, and I do apologize. University opened again, and I was working a full-time job, so I had no time to sit down and write. But I finally had the time to sit down, listen to my Leah playlist and write. A big thank you to everyone for being so patient. Thank you silent readers, followers, faves, and reviewers. You guy's rock! And have a happy Halloween!