Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and am bored with stating the obvious!

A/N: Thanks for the comments everyone and the ideas for Christian and Kattra's powers. Looks like some peeps want to see the Volturi destroyed once and for all-what do the rest of you think?

Chapter 15 The Ties That Bind

Leah's POV

Peninsula Suites was obviously an expensive place, but everyone knew the Cullen's were rich, so what had I expected? The walls were golden and ecru with fancy molding along the floor and ceiling. The paintings that hung every few yards were all Botticelli angels. Everywhere I turned those hauntingly beautiful angelic forms of perfection watched my progress.

I could smell the leeches as we walked down the brightly lit corridor. How the humans could stand to breathe that noxious odor mystified me. Their sickly syrupy smell burned my nostrils. One was disgusting, but this was just repulsive.

I had to force each step I took closer to room 808. The feeling of dread grew with step, something ominous loomed ahead, I was certain. Clearly that hapless twit, Bella, had gotten herself into, yet, another mess. I swear that's all she did. The damsel in distress who wanted to see just how many men she could sucker into saving her.

Seeing her reaction as I walked through the door was almost worth subjecting myself to their nasty scent. Almost. She stared at me in bewilderment, and naturally, beside her was another stupid man with his arm around her shoulders possessively. Another man that fawned all over Princess Bella. It just so happened that he was the most beguiling man that I'd ever seen.

My entire body flushed and my breathing became labored. The blood in my veins sizzled through me as my eyes roamed over that retched bloodsucker. The jealousy I felt at the sight of his long fingers squeezing her shoulders comfortingly was frightening. I'd thought I'd known envy before, every time I saw Emily with my Sam, but that did not compare to what was growing within me now.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared back at me. Everything in me was demanding that I move forward, closer to him, to place my hot hands against his frigid body, so I took a step back towards the door, trying-unsuccessfully, I might add- to stop the involuntary actions of my traitorous body.

With each small step backwards, a wrenching sensation radiated from my heart. I could almost see a cord stretching out from me and drifting closer and closer to that dark haired vampire. I knew, without a doubt, that it would be bad, irreversible even, if that cord made contact with him.

Sweat glistened all over my feverish form as I fought against the instinct to imprint. It was involuntary, I knew that, but there was no way in hell that I was going to be bound to a leech-to become his lapdog- not without a fight.

What was so wrong with me-broken inside me- that would make a werewolf imprint on a vampire? The whole basis of imprinting was to keep the were-gene alive-to procreate- that would be impossible with the walking dead-this foul abomination. He could not fill my body with life.

Jacob was talking to me, but I couldn't hear him, the blood roaring in my ears drowned all the worried voices.

It took all my concentration not to close the distance and crush my lips against his delectable mouth. A fine tremor worked its way up my body and I shrieked as I flung myself out the door into the empty corridor. I scrambled to the far side not wanting to see anyone in that room.

It didn't help. I could still feel his presence beckoning me. Still smell his sweet scent. I wasn't repulsed by it, I was drawn to it. It sang to me, whispered enticing words, and demanded that I breathe a lungful in and memorize it, become intoxicated by it.

My body was aching and my abdomen tightened as I felt his liquid voice lick over me- "Who is she?"

I no longer had control over any part of myself. My body was burning for him. I was actually crawling on my hands and knees back to the room just to catch another glimpse of his golden eyes. I grabbed onto that thought. His eyes were gold. He didn't drink human blood. It could be worse; I could have imprinted on some red-eyed freak.

What would the pack say? Would I be banished-forced to skulk in the shadows like other parasites? Shit! Would I have to live with Bella? I hated that bitch. She was a self-centered prima-donna that couldn't stand not having every male in the vicinity fall all over her. My own brother was even bewitched by her.

Jacob's hulking form crowded the door frame eyeing me warily as I fought my inner battle on the paisley carpet of the hallway.

"Leah?" He took a cautious step to me then lowered himself to his knees, his hand moving hesitantly to my face forcing my gaze to his. "Leah?" He asked again, his eyes dark and probing.

I shook my head free of him, words failing to come out, tears streaming down my face as the war raging within me neared its end-my resolve melting.

Jake crawled around me and took me into his arms, his hand running through my hair soothingly as great sobs wracked my body. I clutched at him desperately in an attempt to keep myself from rushing back into the room-into his arms.

Seth was suddenly crouched in front of me, fear etched into his kind face. "What's happening to her?"

"I think she's imprinting on that bloodsucker!" He hissed back angrily.

His words echoed through my distraught thoughts, making me face what I'd already known, but couldn't bear to accept. It was inevitable- I was going to spend the rest of my retched life in thrall to an animated corpse. Worse-a part of me was pleased and excited by that thought.

A/N: So we're going to be borrowing a bit from Breaking Dawn down the road I think. If Edward can knock Bella up in Steph's world then Demetri can help carry on the were/vamp gene. I'm sure the Volturi will be thrilled of a vamp/wolf hybrid…but that's for another story. So, feedback please. What did you like what didn't you like? What do you want to see happen with the Volturi? Thanks everyone! I might do a small post of this scene from Demetri's pov, but I haven't decided yet.

Sabrina