~Leah POV~

By the time I woke up, Naomi was just getting into Port Angeles, her dark eyes scanning the buildings around us. She seemed remotely surprised at the quietness of the town, as if she had never seen a small town.

Clearing my throat, I pulled my chair up to a straight position and looked over at her, batting the annoying fringe of dark hair falling in my eyes. Naomi glanced over at me and gave me a brief but formal nod before looking back at the road.

"Is it always this slow around here?" She asked me casually.

"Typically, yes. Wait till you get to La Push. That will really throw you off." I stated, propping my legs up on the dash. From the back of the car, the Nick kid snored, his puffy hair growing more wild by each jerk of his head.

"It probably will..." Naomi stated slowly, looking thoughtful.

"What part of England were you from?" I asked, wanting to change the subject, or at least wanting to know why she though Port Angeles was so slow.

"London, of course. We were a high class family, so it only made sense to be in the big city."

"You separated by families?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Just to say who was better..." she muttered bitterly. "Or if they opposed our family, they wanted that to be known. It was better for Father anyways, if he had the name of the opposition, he could send his guard to eradicate them."

"And I thought our pack drama was bad." I stated, sniffing distastefully. "Your family sounds like the Volturi."

Naomi snickered, her eyes narrowing.

"The Volturi. I take it you're not on good terms with them either?" She asked.

"Not at all. 'Course we typically hate all bloodsuckers. Except the Cullen's." I sneered. "We all revere them because they don't do anything wrong. Nope, not at all."

Naomi frowned a little and glanced at me for a second before looking back at the road, growing quiet. Behind us, Nick snored loudly and then jerked, his eyes opening. He lifted his head and looked around quickly before leaning his head back again and falling back asleep. Naomi, who was looking in the mirror, sighed and tightened her grip on the wheel. Her arms were trembling violently and her head was now tilted so that her hair was in her eyes. I observed for a second, wondering if I should tell her to pull off the road before she destroyed the wheel of the car, or everything else.

Just as I opened my mouth to suggest it, she let out a short breath and her grip loosened.

"You should count your blessings, Leah." She stated. "Your bitterness with the Cullen's... it seems all too trivial. I don't believe they would do anything wrong at all."

"You know about them?"

"Our family studies every piece of vampire lore, to better prepare ourselves against them. They are, after all, our enemies. If we study their tendencies and habits, we'll be better prepared for when they attack."

"When... You know it's coming?"

"Like I said, enemies." She pushed her foot down further on the gas, edging the speed up to the near eighties.

"Careful. This isn't a sports car." I stated distastefully. "And I don't have the funds to repair it if you slam us into a tree."

"Wouldn't your primary concern be your health?"

"I'm certain I could survive it."

She smirked a little

"We all could."


~Naomi POV~

I was remotely surprised at not only how right Leah was about the pace of La Push, but how peaceful it seemed. The roads were dirt, something I barely saw back home, unless we were vacationing in the countryside. Most of the people ambled along slowly, those that I could assume were locals. In the distance I could see a few tourists, easily distinguished by their camera's and paler complexion.

Like you. I pointed out, smirking a little.

"Right here." Leah told me, pointing to a violet house with two stories. Each window had a thing of flowers on it, and the house itself was painted a light violet color. Behind it, the forest stood ominously, the many trees preventing me from seeing far. It only figured that the wolves lived here. It was the all too perfect location.

I pulled into the driveway and turned the key. Behind me, Nick jerked immediately awake and looked around.

"It's so... green." he stated, as if he had been paying attention. I only rolled my eyes and opened the door to the car. Leah was chuckling lightly and looking back at Nick with an amused expression. Hopefully, Nick wouldn't be too much of a burden on her. I could tell she was already put out with me, even though she was being remotely civil now. Maybe it was just her outright personality, and with time we could-

"Carry your own stuff in, Naomi." She called, scratching her head. I rolled my eyes, dropping any hope that she might be tender under neath the hard shell. Following her demands, I grabbed all of our bags and lugged them in. Inside I could hear rapid footsteps.

"Hey, Leah, you're back! Did you already kill the new girl?" A male voice asked. He sounded like he was in the awkward transition between boy to man, at least in his vocal regions. I glanced toward Nick slightly, knowing that he had already gone through that change.

"Haha, Seth. Why don't you be a good pup and get her stuff."

I rolled my eyes as the boy laughed.

"Not happening. That's you job, Lee."

With a deep breath, I pushed myself up the stairs leading to the door and then toed it open with my foot. Leah was standing at the far end of the room, next to an open door that led to their kitchen. Seth was nowhere in sight.

"Too late, already done." I stated, smirking. "Where do you want me to put them?"

Leah chuckled and pointed down the hall as a gasp came from behind her. I leaned to the side and found a boy of maybe fifteen staring in at me, a carton of orange juice in his hand. His hair was spiked up, and he seemed far too tall for his age. He didn't seem to have grown into his body yet.

"I-Is that her?" Seth asked, turning away and slamming the orange juice down on the counter.

Leah didn't answer aside from a quick hiss. She whirled on Seth, fist raised, then turned back to me. Her eyes were narrowed into slits. I twisted and threw all the bags into Nick's arms and crouched a little. I could tell, without thinking, that Leah was on the verge of attacking me and I had to be ready for it.

The attack didn't come though. She twisted around again and ran out the back, launching off the deck.

"Leah?!" He called after her, his voice cracking up an octave, followed by a swear and him running after her.


AN: Why does my writing always come out bad at the end... at least in fics... sorry about the long delay..