At 6:30 pm I am walking to the vampire house again. It's been a month since we found out about how one of our mortal enemies is coming to one of our Alpha's wedding.

Why the hell it's gonna take an hour for the little one (meaning Alice of course, not Nessie as that would most likely not end well) to do my hair and makeup, I really have no idea. I also don't know why I have to look pretty tonight. The wedding – tomorrow – I can understand but tonight? Who gives a shit? Nobody's coming that I would need to look good for, right?

I ask Alice this when I arrive and she answers in that annoying sing-songy voice of hers, "No, nobody new should be coming, but of course, it's really hard to tell with all the wolves that will be there. As for why I'm doing this, it's purely for entertainment." She says all of this while leading me up the stairs to the third floor of the mansion. We stand in front of a large door. She smiles at me and opens it.

Holy shit. My jaw is on the floor. In front of me is the largest bathroom I've ever seen. On a shelf along the entire back wall there are about 50 different types of curling irons, flat irons, hot rollers, wavers, and hair dryers. On the counter there are millions of various bottles and containers of lotion, masks, foundations, concealers, creams, and other things that claim to improve any physical flaws. I really hope they didn't buy all of this for me. They'll be pissed when Alice finally realizes my hair and skin are perfect already. Not to sound full of myself, but I don't need any of these products – I never have and as long as I phase, I never will.

Once again, I don't want to sound conceited but I am beautiful and I know it. My skin is several shades lighter than anybody else's on the reservation but it still has that coppery glow that shows I am Native. My hair, which looks dark brown but is actually the darkest shade of red, falls down my back in the beach waves that most women waste money and time trying to get but I have naturally. My features are angular but not severe, My eyebrows are arched and I have long, thick, curly lashes that give me an exotic yet amazingly beautiful appearance. My eyes are large and a piercing shade of bluish-green, thanks to my mother. My body is slender but curvy, a rare body type but one that always made my friends and Emily jealous. My lips are plump, pouty, and pillowy. I've never had acne in my life. I am the most beautiful woman in La Push and Forks, possibly even the entire state of Washington. My appearance rival if not exceeds that of Rosalie's. I am the Quileute Aphrodite. Too bad it doesn't matter anymore.

While I sit in front of the huge mirror and Alice purses her lips, trying to find something that needs fixing, I slide my eyes shut. I remember when I could walk into a room and every man – and even some women – would turn and stare. I would smile. Someone would call me beautiful and I'd thank them graciously. That still happens but there are no smiles or kind words in return now. Instead, I keep doing what I had been doing, not allowing myself to think of the past.

Alice finally decides to put my hair up. I feel her gently twisting and braiding it and finally pinning it on top of my head. She lets a few loose tendrils fall around my face, and my bangs sweep across my left eye, ending just at the bottom of my nose. She sprays it with some hairspray. "What do you think?" she asks. I open my eyes. My hair is up in a carefully messy twist. The lights reflect off of it, showing my lighter red sun streaks. It accentuates my high cheekbones and shows off my slender neck. "Perfect." I whisper. She grins at me. "Now, for makeup, I was thinking really natural. We'll wait until tomorrow to really blow everybody away." She opens a drawer. Inside, there seems to be every type of makeup imaginable. My eyebrows raise slightly but my mouth remains shut.

She begins to dab a cool liquid all over my face. "You don't need it of course," she assures me. "But I need to use this sometime and I made sure to get your perfect shade so.." she shrugs her bony shoulders. She sets the tiny bottle down and begins to blend it all out. "So what's with the long hair? I thought long hair meant long fur?" She grabs some translucent powder and begins sweeping it on. She's obviously trying to start a conversation and, help me God, I actually answer. "For the guys, yeah. For me, no. I'm the only female shifter – ever. So I'm kind of like a new breed of my own. Completely unknown, unexplored or researched." She nods thoughtfully. "That must be hard for you. I'm sorry." Now I shrug. What's hard for me is when people try to give me sympathy. Karma's a bitch and that's all there is to it. She grabs some blush. As she brushes it over my cheeks with a gigantic fluffy brush she asks, "Why are you so bitter all the time?" My eyes close again. I am not answering that question.

After a few moments of silence, Alice apologizes. "I guess that was a little too personal? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so blunt." I snort. Well, duh, that was personal. Now she has a bronze eyeliner in her hand. It's silent as she draws a line right at my lash line, adding a flick at the end. I glance up at my reflection in the mirror. The golden shade makes my eyes look more green then blue. She adds some mascara, making my lashes look like the most expensive pair of false eyelashes. She then grabs a cherry lip stain from somewhere in the seemingly bottomless pit that is the drawer and then freezes when she looks at my lips. "Leah.. Is your lip pierced?" she asks, shocked. I fight the urge to snicker. Then she looks at me, really looks at me and takes in all the small details.

I know what she sees. Three piercing on my left ear, one on my right. Two piercings in my left eyebrow. One in my right nostril. Two on each side of my full bottom lip. If she looked down she would see one in my belly button and if I opened my moth wide enough she would see the small, glistening silver stud glinting in my tongue. It's the only one of my piercings that I keep something in. The others are just small indentions. Yeah, I was rebellious. So what?

She looks like she wants to say something but the look in my eyes must stop her. So her eyes seem to glaze over for a second or two instead and then she focuses on my face again. "Jasper will be here in 4 minutes and 3 seconds. Put this on," She gestures to a stack of clothes at the far end of the counter I hadn't noticed before. "And put these in. The bottom holes." She says handing my long dangly black earrings with one hand while the other brushes the stain on my lips. Then she leaves the room and I am alone.

I walk over to the pile. Everything is my size. That's.. creepy. I look at the clothes. Strapless bra, underwear, a one-shoulder horizontally striped shirt. Acid wash skinny jeans. Red pumps. I throw them on and look in the mirror. I am not pretty, nor beautiful, nor gorgeous. I shine like the sun. But it's not enough. He still chose her over me. There was a time when I was the nicest girl you'd ever meet. Now I am dead and it shows. My eyes, always filled with light and love and laughter before, are now cold and unforgiving, and blank.

I look up at the clock. 7:29. I hear Jasper downstairs. Apparently he was hunting.

I open the door and turn off the bathroom lights. I slowly walk down the stairs. The shoes are no problem. And anyway, I was always taught to walk with grace and self-assurance no matter what. When my heels hit the floor, everyone looks at me. Emmett whistles and I smirk. Smirks are the closest I ever get to smiling. Even Carlisle's eyes widen slightly, not enough for a human to see, but enough for me to notice. Edward blinks in astonishment then rolls his eyes at Emmett, probably responding to some vulgar thought. Rosalie glares, along with Bella. Alice and Esme and Renesmee smile. Jasper just looks at me in an almost.. Judging way. But I recognize the look in his eyes. I have seen it before in many other men's. This is fun. Good for my ego, at least. Jake gives me a wolfish grin and is the first to speak. "So. Venus is back." He says, using my old nickname from the rez, like the Roman goddess of loves and beauty. Carlisle smiles. "You look wonderful, Leah." He says kindly. Edward nods. Bella smacks him. Emmett seizes the opportunity to make a cheesy joke. "You sure are one hot dog, Leah," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. Everybody groans and Rosalie rolls her eyes. "The others are already over there." Jake tells me, obviously referring to Seth, Quil, and Embry. "I'm about to leave with Nessie." I nod. "Okay." He grins. "I so can't wait to see everyone's reactions." He cackles and then picks up Nessie and walks out the door.

I check the clock and saunter over to Jasper, swaying my hips. Hey, I can have fun right? I tilt my head and look up at him innocently. Even with the shoes, he's still 2 or 3 inches taller than I am. "Are we going? I don't want to be late. Remember, it take a while to get there." Assuming we don't go over 100 miles an hour, which, seeing as you're a Cullen, you probably will. The trance seems to be broken. "Of course," he murmurs. He turns and walks toward Alice and leans down – way down – to peck her on the lips. They smile and then he turns to me. "This way." He says, his voice expressionless but his eyes betray him. They have that familiar glimmer of admiration. Then he turns and walks out the door leading to the garage I assume, obviously expecting me to follow. I heave a sigh and walk behind him. Once in the garage, he goes over to a shiny black car in the corner. Damn. A Lamborghini Gallardo Sypder. 2010. Of course, it must seem like a tricycle compared to the other cars in her but still.. Shit. He grins at me for the first time ever over the shiny hood. "You look very nice, by the way. And you're much prettier with your mouth shut." He says before climbing in behind the wheel. "All thanks to your wife'" I remind him before sliding into the front seat beside him.

A/N: I updated quickly, didn't I? By the way, I haven't put a disclaimer in any of the chapters yet so this is me saying I don't own any characters. And I don't know if it would be wise to let me. I'd probably make Bella die and Sam and Carlisle make out and Emily light Renesmee on fire and stuff like that.. Yeah. SO all this shit belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I also didn't get any reviews for last chapter. Come on guys. Please? With cool whip, sprinkles and cherries on top? Low calorie too!(;

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Akilah

PS: There are links of pictures of the dresses in upcoming chapters on my profile. Check them out! Or don't. There are also picture of people who I would like better as Leah. (Namely, Megan Fox, Mila Kunis, and Jessica Lowndes.) A misture of them is what I see in my head when I write Leah. Js(:

Also, the reason I described Leah in so much detail appearance-wise is not because I am obsessed with looks but I wanted y'all to understand how mu Sam and Emily have hurt her. They made someone so gorgesous believe she's not. Also, it will tie in later.

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