Phoebe and Sadie, i update this purely for you. Now you can stop bugging me about it!! :)

Leah's Point of View

Jake had gone home. There was nobody left.

I had been running around the forest on my own for over an hour now, and my eyes were starting to ache with tiredness, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to go to sleep, and have to dream.

My heart beat quickened as I thought of those mixed up dreams in which Sam's face popped up everywhere. I pushed myself harder, forcing my legs to move faster, slamming into the ground as I wound my way through the dense forest.

Leah- mum says you have to go home and get some sleep.

I jumped as my little brothers voice wound its way into my head. Seth.

Go away. I all but hissed. I wasn't in the mood for an argument. Hanging out with Jacob had put me in a good mood, and I wanted to cling onto that feeling.

You hung out with Jake? Seth's tone was surprised.

I frowned, not bothering to reply. I sighed, and slowed my footsteps, turning regretfully back around. I knew that Seth, under mum's instructions, wouldn't leave until I got to sleep.

That's me! Seth thought, cheerful as always. But seriously- Jacob? I thought he only hung out with Bella now.

Well, maybe it would do him some good to get away from her.

Seth's mind was blank. Why?

I sighed in irritation. Maybe because she is so obviously in love with this Edward guy that it's actually pathetic, and that even Jacob can see it and it's now tearing him apart?

There was a long pause, and I listened to Seth think that over- then something occurred to him. Something that made my face flush bright red, and a hiss to explode out my mouth.

Oh God Leah- you're not in love with Jacob as well, are you?

NO!! I screamed. I was near enough to see him now, stood, not concentrating, at the edge of the forest. I threw myself at him, my sharp, angry teeth snapping inches away from his face.

Okay, okay! Seth gave in, swearing as he shoved me off him, slamming me up against a tree. Okay- I get it! You don't love him!

No- idiot! Try getting that into your thick brain already!

Okay, okay!

Both breathing heavily, we glared at each other for a moment longer, then Seth slowly moved away from me. I was still growling, almost spitting in my anger.

Seth changed back into a human, his hands rubbing at the red marks around his neck. I hesitated, considering attacking him while he was weak and distracted, but then I sighed and changed as well.

"Sheesh, Leah!" Seth complained. "Just because I can heal fast doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!"

"Then stop being an idiot!" I shot back.

Seth glowering at me, not answering. I turned on my heel and started to stomp off towards mum's house, the closest one to us.

I was three meters away before he dared to mutter, "Calm down, Jacob- lover."

I turned- and leapt at him. He ducked around me, and my flailing arms met thin air. I growled, and span around.

Seth was stood behind me, grinning away.

"Catch me if you can, Leah!" He sang, then dashed off into the darkness. I felt shivers run through me, but I pushed them back, forcing myself to stay calm.

"Run while you still can, freak!" I screamed into the darkness. "Because when I'm done with you, you'll be running with three legs!"

I was met with only a laugh. I followed the sound of his footsteps as he tore around the edge of the forest, heading towards the lake near to where mum and Charlie were living.

"Get back here, you piece of scum!" I hissed. I raced along the silent street, trying to keep my voice down, but my anger rode through.

Seth had reached the house, and was fumbling with his keys when I caught up with him, elbowing him in the ribs as we spilled through the door into the dark hallway.

"Come here you idiot!" I yelled.

"Leah- shut up!" Seth hissed. "Or else you'll wake mum and Charlie!"

"Bit too late for that, I think."

Mum's voice floated out of the darkness, half amused, half irritated.

"Now you've done it." Seth sighed as he padded through to the kitchen, flicking on lights as he went.

I dashed after him and clipped him around the head with the palm of my hand. He pulled away from me, frowning, and patted his hair back into place.

"Shove off, Leah." He muttered his mouth full of a bite of apple.

I grinned. "Why? Don't you want Callie seeing you like that?"

Callie was the girl that Seth had imprinted on just under a month ago. The first time he'd asked her out, she'd said no. She'd changed her mind later, of course, but I still took great delight on bringing up his original failure in every opportunity I got.

Seth's face turned a little pink and he turned his back, ignoring me.

I danced around him. "Ahhh- is the little didums still upset because the nasty Callie wouldn't go out with him?"

"She is now!" Seth said hotly, tearing into his apple again.

"Then why d'you care about your hair? Unless you're scared she might change her mind again!" I said gleefully.

"Shut up."

"Because Callie's always doing that, isn't she? Swapping and changing. Doing this one second, another a moment later. Bit annoying isn't it?"

"You shut up about her!" Seth hissed, his hands balled into fists.

Mum had followed after us into the kitchen. I could see that Seth was getting worked up, and I knew it wasn't fair, or right, to go on at him like this, or insult Callie. She was actually a really sweet, nice girl- perfect for Seth, but I was jumpy and still angry with him, so I kept on probing.

"I'm right though, aren't I? Dance lessons first, then yoga. She likes a mix, doesn't she? How about Seth this week, Tom the next or…"

I didn't get any further. Seth pounced on me, his hand punching every inch of me he could reach.

"Oh for God's sake!" Mum sighed, reaching forward and dragging Seth off me. His face was red and he was panting. One of my long nails had scratched his face. I watched as it slowly faded into nothing but a red mark.

"Leah- apologise to Seth." Mum ordered.

I gaped at her. "What? No! You didn't hear what he was saying on the way over…"

"I think the whole street heard." Mum said grimly. "Just do it, Leah."

I crossed my arms, my eyes flickering between Seth and mum. I was expecting Seth to look smug and gleeful, just like he had always used to look like when we were kids and I got the blame, but his face was still red, his eyes worried. I realised with a jolt that he had thought I was being serious.

"Sorry, Seth. I was just…joking." I muttered.

Seth regarded me for a moment, then yanked his arm free from mum and stalked past me. A moment later, I heard the front door slam.

I sighed, and sank into a chair, suddenly feeling tired. "Sorry about waking you, mum." I mumbled.

She came over to my side and stroked my hair back from my face.

"How are you doing?" She asked softly.

She was talking about Sam. She thought I'd never get over it. I let myself wonder, for a moment, if I ever really would.

I shrugged, unwilling to have this conversation. "Okay, I guess."

Mum carried on stroking my hair, waiting.

"I saw Jake yesterday." I offered as a deterrent.

"Oh really?" Mum smiled, cheered. "Charlie always speaks very highly of him."

I smiled too, before replying. "Yeah. Yeah- he should. He's a good guy."

I heaved a sigh again, then stood up, stretching.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" Mum asked, her sharp eyes flashing over my tired posture and the dark half circles under my eyes.

I considered going home to a small, dark, empty house- and shuddered. "Yeah. Thanks mum."

I bent my head forwards so that she could peck me on the cheek, then walked past her, up the dark stairs into the guest bedroom. I didn't bother turning on the light. Enough moonlight was coming in through the open window to allow me to see as I quickly changed, then pulled the blinds shut over the empty street.

I turned back towards the bed, taking a deep breath. Maybe the dreams wouldn't so bad tonight. Maybe because I was in a different bed, a different house…

I shook my head. Of course they would be just as bad tonight. Just as bad as every other night in this hell ridden life.

I slipped between the cold blankets, shivering. I pulled my legs up to my chest, and wrapped my arms around them, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for sleep to come and find me.

A long time later, it finally did.

And for the first time in over five years- I didn't dream of Sam Uley.

I dreamt of Jacob Black.