Author's Note: The updates may be far in-between, but the story will continue nonetheless! I actually have the next chapter almost done, so I may post that this week. :)
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Summary: In the thousands of years that she's been alive, Kila has only loved one person. Leah is the reincarnation of that love, and when she meets her, will find any way to stay in town and get to know her. Leahxoc, femslash.
Chapter 2
Troubles….
Three weeks later…
Sounds were too loud that morning.
Much, much too loud.
Even the light shining through the window was too damn loud.
The numbers '5:07 AM' blinked too annoyingly.
The dark mess of limbs tangled beneath the sheets grunted and groaned, moving and shifting to the most comfortable and quietest position. She turned, turned, turned, and turned again, falling to the carpeted ground with a loud thump. With a few choice words and a hand pressing against her throbbing head, she threw the blanket off of her and walked towards the door.
She was clad in short boxers, with little bunnies on them, and a large Superman shirt. Her short hair was messy and made a little faux Mohawk.
When she found herself exiting the hallway, she happened across a scenario with a lot more people than she was expecting.
A man, about twice her size, was yelling at Emily, who was standing next to Leah. Seth was off to the side, trying to mediate them and end the fight, but failing.
"Who do you think you are?! You break my cousin's heart and think that I'll date you if you harass me enough?" Emily yelled back at the man, her arms crossed.
"Please, I can't explain it, but I need to be with you." He pleaded, and tried to grab her hand. She slapped it away.
"I want you out of my house!" Leah screamed at the top of her lungs.
"SHUT UP." Kila demanded, using her authorative and strong voice to gain their compliance. The room temporarily silenced, and looked at the disheveled woman on the other side of the room. Her icy cold stare caused a shiver to run down their spines. "If any of you continue yelling, I will kill all of you." She seethed, effectively keeping the teenagers attention on her. "Now, I don't know what's going on here, and at the moment I don't give a fuck, but I want you," She pointed at the half naked one. "out of this house, or else I will force you out."
The man stole another glance at Emily, ignoring the glare from Leah, and then turned to leave.
The door slammed shut, making the werewolf wince in pain.
"Thanks, Kelsey." Emily spoke after a moment. "I'm sorry we woke you."
"You are very welcome, and don't worry about it. If this happens again, though, avoid all of the yelling by calmly waking me up first. I would rather wake up kicking someone's ass without all the yelling. Good night, Penguin." She waved, and then turned to go back to her room.
The three teenagers exchanged confused and bewildered glances, and after a few minutes of awkward standing, moved to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
1.
"So that was Sam Uley?" Kelsey asked, sipping the sweet nectar of coffee. The three girls were gathered at the dining room table, sipping on their various drinks and adorned in pajamas. Emily wore her long dark hair in a pony tail, and her usually happy face was contorted by worry and fear. Her hands were shaking.
Leah nodded to the question, her frizzy hair moving slightly with the gesture. Her eyes were trained on the can of soda in her hand, watching the water appear in droplets and gather at the bottom of the metal form.
"Yeah. He broke up with me. After 3 years, he just… decided to break up with me." Leah croaked, and started crying. Emily reached a long slender arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She cried on her shoulder.
"Did he threaten you?" Kila asked, trying to ignore the twinges of pain in her chest. Given her pounding headache and delicious coffee, it wasn't too difficult.
"He's obsessed with me, and I don't know why. I don't like him, but he keeps asking me out. How could he do this to us?" She asked, looking to Kila for some kind of answer, some kind of explanation they couldn't find.
"I don't know." She answered honestly. "But I like you, and I like Leah. I may not look like it, but I'm incredibly strong and know how to handle myself. If he comes back here, or does any harm to either of you, I will kick his ass so hard that it'll come out the other end." Kila sipped the coffee, the warm liquid slipping down her throat.
"He claims to be a werewolf. I think he's gone insane." Emily commented, and Kila groaned. "What?"
'I hate the stupid imprint thing. You two are going to have a long, awkward, and horrible road ahead of you.' She thought to herself, and pondered quietly as she took another sip of coffee.
"What? Do you know something that you're not telling us?"
Kila sighed, brushing her free hand through her messy hair. "Let's just say that Sam is going through something right now, and will be having a lot of emotional outbursts. He's dangerous, because he's basically got tons of hormones pumping through his system right now. He doesn't mean to be a dick, but he's going to be, and the only way to avoid setting him off is to give him space."
"It seems like you know a lot about this situation." Emily commented, giving a slight narrow of her eyes to indicate her suspicion of the other woman. The girl on her shoulder gave a loud sob and hugged tighter.
"It's complicated. But still," Kila said, leaning forward and locking eyes with the girl two chairs from her. "It's important that you understand just how dangerous Sam is, and that if he confronts you again, find me. I'll give you my number so that you can call in an emergency. I don't care what time, place, or awkwardness of the situation. If you need me, call me. When Leah stops crying, I'd like you to tell her what I told you, and make sure that she has my number." She explained, and though confused, Emily nodded.
"Thank you."
"Anytime." She said with a smile, and leaned back in her chair. She reached her arms above her and yawned into the air, arching her back slightly.
2.
"Stop hitting on me, you faggot!" Leah screamed, causing the other woman to pause.
Confused, Kila popped a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth and put the lid back on the jar. She put the silly, owl-shaped cookie jar back on the top of the fridge. When she turned back to Leah, she found the young girl turning red, presumably from anger. Her shoulders were bunched up, eyes narrowed, and nostrils flared.
"I don't want your cookies, or your milkshakes," Leah seethed, and pushed Kila's left shoulder with her hand. "I'm straight. I have a boyfriend." She shoved her again, but with both hands. "Keep your gayness away from me. I don't want any of it!" She screamed, and tried to punch her in the face with her right fist.
Kila pivoted on her foot and guided her hand away from her, using the back of her hand pressed against her wrist, effectively diverting the attack and causing Leah to stumble slightly.
"What is going on in here?" Her father asked from the doorway, his hands resting on the spikes of his wheels. "Leah, what are you screaming about?"
"She-! I-!" She stammered, eyes wide. "She's gay!" She accused, pointing at the girl casually leaning against the counter and eating her cookie.
"Leah Clearwater, that is extremely rude! Apologize to her immediately!"
"No! She should apologize to me!" She screamed, and stormed out the room. "Everyone here is STUPID!" The girl yelled from the hallway, and slammed a door shut.
Harry and Kila shared a confused look. "I'm sorry about Leah. I have no idea what got into her. She's usually not like that."
"It's okay. She's been through a lot lately." She commented, and he nodded.
3.
"It must be so exciting to have your own house." Leah commented, collapsing onto the couch and stretching her limbs comfortably.
"Yeah, I like it. My parents helped me buy it, but I paid for most of it." Emily said, and sat down on a rocking chair near the couch. Kila silently nodded and sat in an empty seat. Her attention was to the window on her left, which had a beautiful view of the coastline.
"We should break it in with a party." Leah suggested, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. Her dark eyes sparkled against the light, and flickered between the other two people in the room. "We're 18 now, and it's my last year in high school! I think I deserve a party."
"You deserve a party?"
"I mean, you deserve a party, for all your hard work… and should let me enjoy the benefits of your hard work, too." She corrected, both of them laughing.
"I agree with Leah. A party would be a good idea." Kila said, turning to face them. She pressed her elbows against her knees comfortably, leaning forward slightly and slouching her shoulders, unaware of how uncomfortable she just made Leah.
The young Quileute girl went rigid, even by the sight of the neckline dipping only an inch lower than usual. Her legs crossed together and her hands fidgeted awkwardly, her gaze subconsciously locking onto the cleavage poking through the darkness of the woman's shirt.
She was already wearing white short shorts, leaving her long dark legs exposed, and a long sleeved sweater that although wasn't revealing when standing upright, allowed just enough bosom to peak through when leaning forward. The light was perfect so that it glorified her every angle, and revealed just enough to show her beautiful skin and features. 'She looks like a glorious chocolate goddess.' Leah thought to herself, relishing the sight.
Something stirred inside the young girl, and she couldn't help but move her gaze to the woman's supple lips, which moved to words that she couldn't understand. Her heart was racing, and blush was beginning to tint her cheeks.
"What do you think, Leah?" Emily asked her cousin, suddenly noticing how quiet she was. "This was your idea, I'm surprised that you're not contributing."
"I need to use the restroom." She blurted, and practically ran to the bathroom on the second floor.
The two women exchanged a confused look. "Your boobs are showing." Emily commented, and the woman looked down at her hanging shirt.
"Huh, I guess I need an undershirt with this sweater." She commented, and leaned back in her chair. "I wonder if that's why she ran off?"
"She has an overactive bladder sometimes. I wouldn't think much into it." She said with the wave of her hand. "Are you serious about paying for the food?"
The other woman grinned, the wolfish nature hidden within her poking through. Although not scared, Emily couldn't help but be temporarily fascinated by the animal personae taking over her facial features. "Of course! You just bought a house! You can't afford a proper party. I'll provide the food, and help out with whatever else we need."
"Would you be willing to get alcohol?" Emily asked, a little quieter than before, and caused the other girl to chuckle.
"I think we should try to keep this a sober party, but I'll bring some beer and other light drinks for some of the older folks. My experiences with mixing Quileutes and alcohol has not always been positive."
"You keep making comments that indicate you've been here longer than a month." Emily commented, her suspicious stare again landing on the dark skinned girl. She shrugged.
"Maybe I have." She teased. "You're a smart girl, so I'm not going to lie to you. I am, however, going to avoid straight up telling you what or who I am. Hmm…" She hummed, suddenly thinking of a fun game. "I want to make a game of this."
"A game?" Emily asked, leaning forward in her chair and eyeing the strange woman.
"You can ask one question each day, and I'll answer truthfully. Sometimes I'll answer in riddles, sometimes I'll answer directly." She told her, leaning back in her chair, relaxed. She crossed her legs over each other and took a sip of her water. "You can have one more question for today."
"Are you a threat to me or Leah?" Emily asked instantly, not even pausing to think.
The older woman nodded, impressed with the question. "That's a logical question. No, I'm not a threat to you or Leah, or anyone in this village for that matter. I protect the people I care about, and since I've been here, you and Leah are on my list of people to protect. I will not harm either of you. Have you told Leah any of your suspicions about me, by the way?"
"No, she has enough on her plate." She answered, a little more relaxed.
"I would have thought you'd ask if I was human or not."
"Well that would be a stupid question. Of course you're human, despite what you want me to believe." She retorted, and stood up from her seat. "Do you want anything from the kitchen? A snack? I have cheez-its and Pringles."
"I'm good, thanks."
4.
"WOOOOO!" A boy screamed as he streaked through the house pantless. "I'm naked! Free Willy is finally freeee!"
A group of girls giggled in the corner as the man ran around the house, making a loop through the kitchen, living room, dining room, and eventually stopping outside to rest.
The small house was pretty crowded. Clusters of teenagers littered every room, and a drink lingered in almost everyone's hands. Music drifted from the living room, a mix of techno and remixed pop music blasting into everyone's ears. Some people swayed or tapped their foot to the rhythm, while others would occasionally burst into dance and move like they were having a seizure.
"Hey Emily," Kila greeted over the music, approaching a circle of girls conversing and exchanging random stories. Although she recognized most of them, two or three were completely knew to the werewolf. "Want to dance?"
A grin spread along the girl's face, and she nodded. The half-quileute girl set down her drink and joined the other girl to the middle of the living room, where the furniture had been pushed to the side and was currently empty. Kila walked over to the iPhone plugged into the speakers, and changed the song.
You're a trouble-maker, you're a trouble-maker, Olly Murs played from the speakers, and Kila reached her left hand out to the other girl.
She pulled her into a left side pass, one of the basic steps for West Coast Swing, and continued dancing into the song. They had danced together before, but this was the first time they danced in front of other people. Emily's reaction time was slightly slowed from the alcohol she had consumed, but otherwise she followed excellently.
From the side lines, Leah watched in both amazement and envy.
She had gotten particularly gussied up for the party, having done her hair and wore make-up for the first time in months. She wore a plain pair of jeans and a tan half shirt that turned to strands of beads for the bottom half. Purple sparkles made her eyes pop, and matched her purple feather earrings.
"Wow, they're amazing! I wonder if they compete?" Shelby asked from her side, openly gawking at the complicated dance moves.
"They're not that great." Leah retorted, gaze never leaving the pair.
'What is it about Emily that makes everyone I love leave me for her?' She thought to herself, and froze. 'Love? I don't love her.' She snorted, and took another drink of her Screwdriver.
At the end of their dance, Kila dipped Emily, and the crowded burst into applause.
They both took a cheesy bow, changed the music back to the original playlist, and went back to socializing.
"I didn't know you could dance, Emily! That was amazing!"
"No, I wasn't, Kila is an amazing lead."
"A lead is nothing without a good follow. You were beautiful and amazing." Kila told her, and didn't miss the slight blush of her already red cheeks.
"I've never danced with someone that… experienced before! Most of those moves I'd never even followed before. Were some of those African derived?"
"You know your stuff. Yeah, some of it was Samba, and I threw in a tiny bit of East Coast Swing. One of the fun things about West Coast Swing is that you can dance to pretty much any song, and- Leah!" She said, startled when the glass beverage in Leah's hand shattered. The group jumped back and watched the pieces fall to the ground at their feet. Some of them were barefoot, and one of them got a minor cut.
"… I'm sorry." Leah stammered, eyes wide and hand shaking.
"Don't worry about it. It looks like your drink was empty, so we just have to clean the glass up. Emily, can you get a first aid kit, and Sarah, can you get the garbage can from the kitchen?" Kila directed calmly. "Shelby, and person with awesome earrings, can you make sure that no one steps on the glass?"
All of them nodded and went to work. When they all scattered or got preoccupied with their task, she turned her attention to Leah.
Her palm had been sliced by the glass, and blood was beginning to drip to the floor. Kila reached over to her hand and gently brought it closer to her to inspect.
Before her eyes, the cut began to heal.
She smiled at the awkward girl. "It looks the cut is shallow. Go to the bathroom to rinse it off, and you'll be fine. If the cut is still there, let me know and I'll bandage it up." She said with a wink, and gently pushed her towards the bathroom.
Unknowingly to the three girls, a dark shadow loomed by the front door.
5.
"I told you, I'm not interested! Leave me alone!"
"I can't, I love you! What if I took dance lessons? I can change for you."
"Change by turning invisible or going away! I don't want to see your face! You broke my cousin's heart!"
"And I feel terrible about that, but-"
"'But' nothing! I'm seeing someone right now! You're too late." She finally stated, her arms crossed and glare baring a hole into his head. He paused, eyes wide, but then shook his head. Like usual, the shapeshifter was shirtless and sweaty, and although didn't smell good was a sight to look at. She was adamant about not dating him, and had absolutely no interest, but sometimes it was difficult when he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"No you're not." He stammered.
"Yes, I am."
"Who are you dating?"
"I'm dating…" She paused, and turned to look in the house when she heard a sound.
Walking down the steps was no other than Kila. Her hair was messy and she was adorned in her usual pajamas; bunny boxers and black wife-beater shirt.
"… Kila. I'm dating Kila."
Sam burst out laughing, his loud voice booming on her front porch and echoing into the nearby trees. "Kila? She's a girl!"
"So?" Kila asked, catching onto Emily's plan and coming up behind her. She snaked her arms around the girl's waist and rested her chin on her shoulder, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.
The man froze, eyes bulging and breath caught in his throat. His eyes went back and forth between the two, confused and terrified, and just stood there for half a minute.
Then he turned and bolted into the forest, presumably to transform into his wolf form.
As soon as he was gone, Kila removed her arms from the girl's waist and closed the door, eyeing the young woman closely. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine… thank you for going along with that." She thanked, and gave her a hug.
"Any time. Want me to stay here with you for another few days?"
"I would appreciate that."
From the staircase, Leah watched the two hug.
'They're dating now?' She thought angrily, and stared at the two.
"How do you feel about eggs and bacon?"
"You are definitely my favorite." The werewolf girl replied excitedly, and skipped after her into the kitchen.
"Do you have any faults, Kelsey?"
"I suck at board games and have an unnatural obsession with wolves."
6.
"Since your car is fixed, how much longer do you plan to stay here?" Leah asked one morning at breakfast, avoiding eye contact with the other girl. Kila crunched down on her cereal, and after a moment of chewing, answered her.
"I'm moving over to Emily's." She answered, and the girl choked on her food. "Since your ex is on the verge of violence, I don't want to leave her alone for too long, and she appreciates the company. I'm staying in the extra room."
"Sam is really a nice boy. I don't think he'll hurt her." Harry commented.
"I disagree." Kila commented, taking another bite of her food.
"So it's true?" Leah asked, now looking her in the eye.
"What's true?" Kila inquired casually, curious but a little unsure about where this conversation was going.
"You and Emily are fucking, aren't you?"
"Leah! Language! That is extremely rude!" Harry scolded. "Go to your room right now!"
"You're not the boss of me!" Leah screamed, and looked back at the werewolf sitting calmly in her chair.
"You're scared that Emily will take me away from you like she took Sam?" She asked, and wasn't surprised when the young girl slapped her across the face.
"Leah, I raised you better than this."
Leah just sat there, staring at the older woman with a deep hatred bubbling from the depths of her soul. She didn't know why she was so angry, or why her body was shaking with pure rage, but it was and it felt like she was going to rip out of her skin. Beads of sweat were beginning to pool on her skin and glisten against the light overhead.
"I think you should go for a walk, Leah." Kila spoke slowly, watching the girl's pupils begin to dilate and her teeth elongate slightly. "Harry, you should get out of here."
"What are you talking about, Kila?"
Leah tried to strike her again with her hand, but Kila caught it. "ROOOOOOOOAR!" The girl screamed in her face, morning breath causing her face to scrunch up in disgust.
Leah jumped on the girl, transforming into her wolf form and breaking two of the chairs and part of the table in the process. Her giant paws landed on the werewolf's shoulders and left shin, and large canines snapped at her face. Frantically, the woman being crushed by the weight and tangled fur, tried to get in a position to defend herself from the assault.
"Harry, run! Go as fast as your little wheels can carry you, and I'll handle this!" She yelled, hoping that the old man had listened to her request and left.
Her feet managed to find the wolf's belly and push, causing the snarling mass to land on the back of the couch and send both flying into the (not lit) fireplace.
Kila stood and ran to the door, opening it and getting ready to physically throw the large wolf out of the building. "I loved that couch." She whined, and when Leah had recovered and was charging towards her again, she easily ducked and made the girl leap into the yard.
Although she expected the girl to turn around and come back, to finish the fight, Kila saw the furry creature disappear into the woods and not return. Using her hearing, she could tell that she was still running in the opposite direction.
When she turned around, she found Harry gasping for breath on the floor, his wheel chair knocked over and feeble old hand reaching for her, while the other was clutching his chest. She quickly ran over to him, picked him up carefully, and ran to the car.
1.
Seth Clearwater was sitting in one of the vacant chairs with his mother, gently stroking her hair and repeating that Harry would be fine.
A few chairs from them, Kila sat with her iPhone in her hand and stretched out comfortably. Quietly, she pondered how Leah was going to react to the situation at hand. Since she already transformed, her hormones should be more regulated and she thus have less mood swings, so she would be able to handle the situation better than she would have.
On the other hand, it's difficult for anyone to hear that their father had a heart attack, nonetheless, that they caused it.
A doctor walked in and approached Sue and Seth, causing them to look up with red eyes. He stood, his hands together, still adorned in his scrubs from operation just moments ago. "I'm sorry… we couldn't save him."
For a second, they just stared, but then came a strangled cry erupted from Sue. She broke down, and Seth tried to move her back to their chairs.
Kila turned and looked down one of the hallways, and saw none other than Leah walking towards them.
Before she could reach them, Kila got up and hurried to her, so that she wouldn't see her family yet. "Is my dad ok?" She asked, her voice raspy, likely from dehydration.
"Let's go outside. I have a feeling that you're not going to want to see your family yet." She calmly advised, and guided her to an exit.
Once they were outside, she told her what happened, and wasn't surprised when she ran away from her. She ran into the parking lot, past the cars, down another street, and then back into the forest.
"Your likeness to her is uncanny…" Kila whispered into the wind.
2.
"She was never good at receiving bad news." Kila mumbled to herself as she watched the rain stream down the window. "I should probably turn tonight… I've already prolonged it for a few days too long."
"Get out!" Emily screamed from downstairs, and Kila sighed.
"Again? Imprinting didn't turn you into ass holes last time I was here…" She grumbled, and suddenly heard a scream and loud growl.
Something broke, and there was a loud bang.
Kila quickly ran downstairs to find Emily crying in a corner, hiding her face and trembling from the monster in the middle of the living room.
"Sam, what did you do to her?!" She yelled, and ran over to the crumbled person on the floor. When she got closer, she smelled blood.
At her appearance, the monster whined loudly and bolted out of the house.
3.
"I brought you Thai food." Kila announced as she approached the young Clearwater, a white plastic bag in her hand that smelled of spiced vegetables.
"That's my favorite."
"I know." She answered simply, and they both walked to an empty table near them.
The waiting room was pretty much empty, except for the two. It was late, past midnight, and they were waiting to hear word about their friend and cousin. They had been waiting for about two hours, and Kila had just left to get them food.
"Even my parents don't know that this is my favorite dish. How did you?"
"I didn't. It's my favorite, too." She said simply, and opened her own paper container to reveal the same meal as her.
"Oh." She replied, numbly, and started eating.
"Since you're a shapeshifter now, you'll need to keep up your strength by eating about twice your usual amount. I bought us a few different meals to keep us full."
"Thanks." Leah said simply, and avoided looking at her as she devoured the food.
4.
A few hours later, Leah was fast asleep in the other girl's arms, and Kila couldn't help but love the warm creature cuddling into her. The smell of wolf and woman mixed together and brought back memories of half a century ago, and for the first time in years, she felt a tranquility wash over her. The feeling of peace, and love, filled her heart and left a small smile on her lips.
'She's warm, just like her. She's a shapeshifter, just like her ancestor.' The dark woman, clad in sweats and a t-shirt, placed a small kiss on the top of her head.
Leah shifted slightly, and cuddled closer to her.
'I hope this moment never ends. Please, whatever celestial entity is out there, let this never end.'