Hello everyone ! Okay, this is my first fanfic ever, so I have no idea if anyone will even read this. I am new on FanFiction so I'm not very good at using it. Plus, English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes please let me know (kindly please, I can be a bit sensitive ;D )

This is a one-shot that takes place in Eclipse, during the fight against the newborns. The pack split up, and Leah was separated from Seth.

Disclaimer: All the characters mentionned here belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and her extraordinary Twilight Saga.

(Please note that this is about loss and mourning. If you don't want to read it, well, don't! ; ) )

Enjoy and meet me at the bottom!

Leah, exhausted, was walking back to the meeting point, thinking over the fight that had just ended. Overall, it had gone rather well. Of course, Jared had been hurt, but he would heal well, and fast. In two weeks, three tops, it would be as if nothing had happened. The others only had light injuries, and would be fine by tomorrow morning. Everything would be fine.

But even though she kept telling herself that, she couldn't help the horrible fear that was growing in her chest. Couldn't help, or even explain, the feeling that despite everything that seemed well, something was in fact horribly, horribly wrong.

Unable to stop herself, she let her slow, tired walk turn to a faster pace, before morphing in a full-speed run. Soon, she was racing as if her life depended on it, as if she could stop anything wrong from happening if she got there soon enough. The pack mind was still not clear enough for her to learn anything, everyone just tending to their wounds, and lying down to rest; the perfect unity she was used to had been blurred out and replaced by a muddle of confused and exhausted thoughts. However, as she got closer, she felt the thoughts start to unite again, but not in a good way. Those united thoughts, mostly emotions really, only enhanced her growing fear.

Pain. Anger. Guilt.

This was so not good. But who, she screamed in her head. She got her answer at the exact moment she finally reached the small meadow that was their meeting point.

Seth.

No. No. NO!

But it was. Lying on his flank, in the middle of the loose circle formed by the pack, was her moronic, aggravating, adorable brother. The one and only thing she had sworn she wouldn't loose, because she couldn't live through it.

Leah.

In the middle of all the other voices, Sam's stood out, laced with guilt. He had stepped forward in the circle, and joined her next to her brother.

I'm sorry. I tried, I swear. I had my eye on him, but I lost sight of him for a few seconds, and when I found him again, they had gotten to him already. I wasn't fast enough. I'm sorry.

She had stopped listening long before he was done. Lost in Seth's glassy-eyed stare, she was trying to process the idea. She had lost him. Forever. He was the only thing that kept her there, and he was gone. Because she wasn't there for him when he needed her. Because she had trusted Sam to keep him safe, and she never should have.

Leah? Leah, look at me.

She did. She looked up at Sam, and the pack felt at the same time as her the agony shift to a burning, raging hatred.

She pounced.

He was much bigger and heavier, but one thing gave her an advantage: he was trying not to hurt her. She, on the other hand, was aiming for the kill.

Leah! Leah, no! Stop !

Stay back!

Sam's alpha voice sent all the wolves staggering back, preventing Jacob and Paul from breaking the fight like they intended to, but had no effect on Leah. Apparently the pain she felt outweighed the Alpha's orders, or maybe it was because, in her heart, she was already not part of the pack any more. Maybe the order simply wasn't directed at her. Part of her mind was listing off possible reasons, but stopped when she realized that she really couldn't care less. However the burning rage had drawn back a bit, enough for her to realize that she didn't want to kill Sam, not really. She just wanted out. Slowly, she got up, let go of Sam, and backed out of the meadow. With a last look at Seth's still figure, she turned and ran. As fast as she could, further and further away from the wretched meadow. Sam silenced the voices calling after her, and soon she could not hear any of them anymore. She had severed herself from the pack, and she sighed in something that could have been relief if she wasn't so... numb.

She had to get away from them. She couldn't interact with anyone in this state, and that included the pack. She only wanted to run, run and never stop. It almost felt like, if she could run fast enough, she could leave the pain behind. Maybe she could run forever, and never stop, she mused. Eventually, the rationnal, human, hurting side of her would wither away, and she would feel better. Maybe. Someday.

She sped up.

So? What do you think? I have ideas for other characters, too; should I do them too? Please review. If you have any character you want to see, tell me. For now I'm only doing the Stories of the grieving, which means the way one particular character reacts to one particular loss. I was planning in doing Seth in the same situation, ( in my head he doesn't react like Leah at all) and maybe a vampire or two. Should I? You tell me ! ; )