*WARNING*

There is a light-ish smut scene in this chapter, if you don't want to read it, skip ahead a couple of paragraphs.

As always, I don't own Twilight. Just my characters and imagination.

PS. See the end for AN of answers to reviews.

Chapter 7

When Leah woke up, it was to a most welcoming sight. There before her, with her eyes closed and her breath gently fluttering against her skin, was Sarah. The sun was shining upon her face, making her appear like she was being bathed in an ethereal light. In the recess of her sleepy mind, she smugly thought that she always knew that her girl was an angel, and this confirms it. As her lover slept on, she continued her gentle gazing of her partner, drinking in the sight of her partner vulnerable to her loving gaze. Sara's golden hair was fanned over the pillow and was mussed in a just had sex look. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept drew her almost undivided attention as she noticed that she was naked, seeing as her lovely breasts were exposed to her now hungry gaze. Softly biting her lip at the gorgeous and delectable assets before her she slowly traveled her gaze lower. Much to her disappointment, the sheets hid the rest of her lover from her. Leah pouted at being denied gazing at her girl's body further, but a soft sleepy giggle soon turned her pout into a small gentle smile. Bringing her gaze up to the eyes of her awake and amused lover, she gave her a sheepish grin at being caught staring at her.

Giving her goofball of a girlfriend a rueful shake of her head, Sarah slowly sat up and like a cat stretched her deliciously sore body, the sheet falling from her as she did so baring more of her to her partners viewing pleasure. Aware that her girlfriend was staring at her and looked about ready to pounce on her, she stretched her arms spread up above her head. As she was about to bring her arms back down, two strong arms stopped her in a firm grip. The firm hold on her arms holding her in place and the close proximity of Leah had her breath hitching in anticipation at the fun to come. Sarah loved it when Leah let her Dom out to play. Usually Leah was so easy going in and out of the bedroom, it was easy to forget she had an alpha type personality. Leah has experienced many forms of seduction, both on her and with her on others. Leah has been a submissive, dom, switch, bottom, top, daddy and a swinger. In all of her escapades, she usually favors a balance of a bottom-top. So, when she lets her dominate side out in the bedroom is always a welcome surprise.

Giving a moan at the restraint and the switch in her partners attitude, Sara was practically quivering as Leah peppered slow seductive kisses up the left side of her neck, slowly moving upward and to the right. Giving a groan at her lovers slow teasing, she leaned her head softly to the right to allow for better access, her eyes slowly shutting as she did so. Her breath hitched as Leah released her right hand, only to pull her firmly against her equally naked body. The feel of her heated skin against hers, along with the firm breasts at her back, made Sarah groan wantonly. Holy fuck, she feels good and she hasn't even really touched her yet! Sarah thought absently. Slowly, Leah's lips worked their way up her neck until they reached her left ear. Softly taking the lobe into her mouth, she gave a firm tug, causing Sarah to release a soft hiss at the brief bit of pain before pleasure took over her senses as the hand holding her slid lower.

As Sarah, began to get lost in the anticipation of what was to come, Leah whispered into Sara's ear just what she was going to do to her in a husky voice that shot straight to her dripping core. Hearing the naughty things that Leah was going to do to her nearly brought her to the brink of insanity as the pleasure built from the filthy words, her imagination and the hand that had reached her center whilst she was distracted. Just as she was about ask if Leah was all talk, since she hasn't been touched yet, she felt two harsh fingers enter her swiftly, causing her eyes to fly open and a short scream in surprise. Before Sarah could even come down from her brief surprise, Leah began to relentlessly piston her fingers into her now dripping pussy. A litany of curses interspersed with Leah's name fell upon her lips as she began to ride her fingers, all the while Leah sucked, bit and lavished kisses all upon Sara's gorgeous neck.

It seemed like no time at all when Sarah was about to come, but before she did, Leah's other hand that had been holding Sarah's hands hostage, quickly and roughly grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into a bruising kiss. The rough handling, the pain and the increased tempo of her thrusts, caused them both to come explosively. As they both rode out their orgasms, Leah never let up on her thrusts, proceeding to prove her words and intending to fuck her partner into a coma. Soon one orgasm became three, until they both lost count how many times they both came. Neither of them remembered who passed out first or when, but when they woke up hours later, thoroughly fucked and sore with smile on their faces, neither of them cared.

After a few hours of just basking in each other's presence, Leah looked over to Sarah with a satisfied smile, only for it to slip from her face as horror replaced it. Where a sweaty and still breathless Sarah once laid, was a bloody and wheezing version of her lover.

"Shit!" Leah exclaimed scrambling out of the bed shivering in horror. The terror of the scene before her made her usually husky voice squeak in fear. The Sara in her bed was not the Sarah she had just spent the last five hours fucking in every way they could think of. This was the Sara of her nightmare, this is the body of her lover dead. This was the Sara she witnessed before they died. This was a nightmare! Just as that thought registered, 'Sara' quickly snapped her head to stare at her, the snap sound suspiciously like the snap she heard that night. Eyes blank and empty like a void showing that no one was home, Leah shivered as the corpse of her lover opened her mouth and blood poured like a river onto the once white sheets.

Backing up against the wall of their bedroom, the corpse jerked her arm in her direction and pointed at her, after opening and closing her mouth twice she spoke, and Leah dearly wished that she kept her mouth shut.

"This is YOUR FAULT!" the voice started as a croak but then became a scream that sounded like a mix of scratching chalkboards and a hiss. Seeing her lover like this, hearing that voice and voicing her own fear, there was only one thing that Leah could do.

She screamed.

With a jolt that nearly sent her off of the bed, Leah screamed as she awoke from her nightmare. The horror of seeing Sarah like that outweighed the pleasure and delight of the first part of her dream. Leah gasped for air as she tried to shake off the last vestiges of terror and sleep. Before she could even so much as take another breath however, the door burst open. Startled, Leah bolted from the bed and picked up the first thing she could think of to use as a weapon against her intruder, her alarm clock.

Thankfully, before she could throw it at him, she realized who it was and relaxed slightly. It was only Charlie, though it took her a few moments to recognize him as she almost forgot that she was in a fictional universe. Letting out a relieved breath, she tossed the clock onto her bed and closed her eyes in relief, leaning on her knees as she just breathed. Although she was relieved that she was awake and somewhat safe, she couldn't help but to berate the guy for scaring her while she was almost calm again.

"Shit Charlie!" Leah panted, her voice cracked as she tried to calm her racing heart, "You scared the shit out of me!"

Charlie gave a breath of relief that she was alright, having heard her screams. The sound made him shiver, Christ, just remembering it made him shudder. Charlie had honestly thought that someone was trying to kill her, the stark terror in her voice shook him to the core. He was so relieved that he didn't even bat an eye at her language or her reverting back to calling him Charlie, he was just glad that she was okay.

After giving themselves a chance to just breath, for some reason they started laughing. Out of nowhere for no reason at all, they just lost it. After a couple minutes of laughter, they calmed down and Charlie just shook his head in bewilderment at his now sheepish looking daughter. God, it's either you laugh, or you cry right? Give another chuckle, Charlie strode over to his daughter and took her in his arms. If Charlie noticed how she gave a flinch and suddenly became stiff at the contact, he tactfully ignored it for which she was grateful.

Releasing his disgruntled child, he mussed her hair up much to her annoyance and smiled at her. Charlie was glad to see that she no longer looked afraid, he hated seeing that stark terror in her eyes and has no wish to ever see that again. It was obvious that she only had a nightmare, and nobody was trying to kill her, which was a relief to the chief. Charlie's job wrought him many enemies, such as those whom he had put behind bar, their friends and their families whom would seek retribution. Charlie is aware that the best way to hurt him is through his daughter, which is why he was going to try teaching her how to protect herself and get her some pepper spray. In the meantime, he could only pray to God that nothing will happen to his little girl in the meantime. Looking into her eyes so like his own, he could see the almost grudging fondness for him and though it is disheartening to not see any love for her father in them, he understands that it is because they are strangers, so he wouldn't begrudge her that. He is just glad to see the fear receding from her eyes.

While she was catching her breath, she was going over everything about her dream and trying to find a rhyme or reason for such a nightmare. The beginning of the dream was actually a memory. It was their fifth month anniversary and they were on vacation Argentina, Buenos Aire's to be exact. They had just come from the beach, they had been at the beach for the past three hours swimming, tanning and making out. Sarah had been wearing her favorite number, a little two-piece rainbow string bikini. The water from the beach was dripping from her hair, some of it was leaking from a stray strand of wet blonde hair and was riveting down her neck, slowly making its way down her breasts. For some reason, Leah's attention was riveted to it, watching as the water made its way down her breast, she found herself jealous of it. As ridiculous as it seemed, she was jealous of a simple element, she wished it was her mouth there instead. It took an embarrassingly long minute to realize she has no reason to be jealous. She has no need because number one this is her girl, if she wants to kiss, like or bite her way up, down, on or across those breasts. Then she damn well can! Second, it was a damn bit of water!

Giving a chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation, she accidently interrupted Sarah's story of some douche from her class taking credit for her thesis on gender equality. Sarah stopped mid-sentence and gave her clearly distracted lover a bemused glance.

"What's got into you chuckles? Giving Leah an uncertain smile, she chuckled at the pout on her face for the nickname. Giving her a sheepish grin for being caught not paying attention, Leah dragged her eyes from her girlfriend's chest to her face. Quirking an eyebrow at where Leah was originally looking, she rolled her eyes at her horndog of a girlfriend.

Seeing the eyeroll, something inside of Leah shifted. Narrowing her eyes at her girlfriend, she decided to show her what had her in such a state. With that thought in mind, she seduced her girlfriend into their bed.

The memory started after she had fucked her girlfriend to the point they both had passed out.

"You alright now kiddo?" Charlie's concerned sleep husked voice penetrated the maelstrom of memories, both of the actual memory and the nightmare. Leah was tempted to say that she was fine, but she knew that she was anything but fine. But she wasn't going to be telling Charlie anything anytime soon. For one she still didn't know him very well, besides being a superficial secondary character. Second, because there is no way she can tell him the real reason for her pain and she didn't want him to find out about her sexuality until she had countermeasures in place should his reaction be extreme. Besides, she wants to keep Sarah to herself for a while longer, she was never the type to share and this is no exception, especially when it comes to Sarah.

Instead of answering, she gave him a shrug and ran her hand through her hair trying to fix it from the bird's nest that it was after Charlie messed with it. Feeling the sweat and grease in her hair, she grimaced. Leah is not normally a vain person, but she does like to be clean and she dearly hopes that there is hot water for her to take a long shower soon. With thoughts of getting clean in the near future, she gave Charlie an assessing look as she wondered how long she was asleep if he is already in his uniform. Does he sleep in that thing? Leah wondered as she could have sworn that the last time she saw him he wore the same damn thing. Giving a brief glance to the window she saw that it was really grey outside, so she couldn't tell if it was.

Seeing the confusion on his daughter's face, Charlie suddenly got an uncomfortable look on his face and began to fidget. Suddenly he wasn't so sure if it was a good idea for Bella to go to school a day after arriving. Should he give her some time to adjust first? But then again, he doesn't feel like it is a good idea to head in to work and leave her all alone so soon after her arrival. Oh well, mind as well let her decide.

Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his before he spoke up.

"I need to go into work, got a case." Seeing her raised eyebrow and unimpressed look on her face, he grew more uncomfortable.

"Okay?" Leah drawled in a confused tone, she was confused as she thought it was obvious he was going to work. Either he had just got home, wore his uniform to bed or was going to work. Beside she has no clue why he needs to inform her this, is he seriously asking me for permission to leave for work now that I am here?

Ignoring her tone, he continued; "well I already signed you up for school."

Leah let out a groan in dismay. School. Worse…High School. Leah let another groan as she realized where this is going.

"don't tell me-"

"That you start today and need to be there in twenty minutes." Charlie finished as if she hadn't spoken, again tactfully ignoring his only child's dismay. If this is how our interaction are going to be like, I think I can get a handle of this 'Dad' thing. Charlie thinks smugly and happy for a successful conversation between them going beyond two or three sentences.

If this is how our interactions are going to go, I might need to prank the shit out of him at least twice a day. Leah thought half in glee and half in exasperation. Leah hated high school with a passion. She hated high school before she went to high school and she hated it when she was in high school. Even when she was out of high school she still hated it because she still had to deal with the annoying little shits she went to school with on a daily basis at work. The fact that she is attending high school for a second time?

WHY?!

What kind of fresh hell is this?! This was the worst kind of hell that her lazy ass could think of. This is also the main reason that she feels she and the Cullen's would never get along. Sure, they drink blood and kill Bambi or Winnie the pooh every now and then. Good for them! They are vampires, if she didn't kill someone human or otherwise, then they wouldn't be vampires. But please explain to her the logic of why a group of immortal blood sucking creatures would subject themselves to going to high school over and over again?! In what universe does that make sense and sound like a good idea?!

For that alone, she has dismissed them as friendship material…

Though knowing her luck, she might end up begrudgingly care for the bloodsuckers.

Fuck my life!

Leah was so aggrieved about having to attend high school again, it took a moment to fully comprehend just what Charlie had said and she could practically feel the blood drain from her face.

"twenty minutes?" Leah practically whimpered as she realized she would have to take a shorter shower than she planned and even then, she would probably be late. Not that she cares of whether she is late or not, but it is the shower time that is the issue here.

"Yup!" Charlie clasped her shoulder in commiseration as he jauntily left the room calling over his shoulder as he left. "You'd better hop to it; otherwise the water will get cold."

With a whimper at the thought of a cold shower, she practically flew to the bathroom to get to the shower before the warm water is gone. As she headed to the shower, she could help but think that living with Charlie will make her more paranoid or stressed then when she was living with her college roommate.

The man was a menace!

After an admittedly lukewarm shower, Charlie dropped Leah off at her new school before heading off to work. The car ride was awkward with tension due to Leah glaring at the side of his head anytime she thought of the terrible shower and his cheerfulness at her grumpiness. Leah is not a morning person at all, on top of having a terrible nightmare and waking up his cheery attitude; it is an honest miracle she hasn't either pranked him yet or tried to kill him. But the day is still young, and Charlie Swan better watch out because she is not his daughter. Leah is of the firm belief of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, she will always strive to get even and then some regardless of whom is the target of her wrath.

With that said, she walked into school in a foul mood. Mrs. Cope wasn't helping her mood get any better either, with her condescending attitude. The woman kept trying to pry into her reasons for moving with her father, the gossiping harpy took almost fifteen minute just to shut up and print her damn schedule! When the woman finally gave Leah her schedule, she damn near fled the office as if the hounds of hell were after her ass.

Once she deemed herself in a safe distance from the harpy, she released a relieved breath and took a look at her schedule. Leah only had to look at the first three classes before she realized that she was wrong. She wasn't in hell, hell sounds nice right about now because she realized she is in a much worse place.

Purgatory.

Before Leah could pray to any God or Goddesses who would listen if she could go back to being dead now instead of this, a voice from behind her just about scared her back into being dead.

"Hi!" A pubescent male voice suddenly spoke up from behind her, causing her to whirl around with a squeak.

"Holy Mother of Fuck!"

Leah and the strange Asian grease monkey stared at each other in shock for a moment. The boy was shocked at the language and Leah from the little freak appearing out of nowhere! After a moment of silence, they both spoke at the same time.

"Why would you-"

"Did you just say-"

"-do that? What is-"

"-Holy Mother of-"

"-wrong with you? I mean what the-"

"-Fuck?" They both finished in unison, not realizing that they drew the attention of one of the teachers in the office until a looming presence was behind Leah.

"What did you both just say?" An ominous voice sounded behind her, causing Leah to close her eyes and take a deep breath before she simply lost it despite the teacher at her back. Even though she reigned in her annoyance, she couldn't help but release a frustrated breath as she said what both her and the boy before her was thinking.

"Ah Shit!"

"Detention!" Ignoring the twin groans from the students before him, he sent them both off to class and continued on his way to his class. Which unfortunately for them was their first class. Both of them released another groan as they grudgingly trudged after the teacher, Leah glaring at the creep before she did so.

Neither of them was aware of the amused amber eyes whom had just witnessed the entire scene.

Author Note and Review Answers.

So, I know I said that the Leah would meet the Cullen's and the Blacks, but this scene just crept up on me. I have to confess, I love Sarah and honestly wish she didn't need to be killed off for Leah's character development. So, I have decided to have her feature in flashbacks, dreams (i.e. nightmares) and mentions. Also, I figured as a person who has PTSD, she would have a nightmare and a mini panic attack after her first night in an unknown environment. I also kind of wanted to establish a bit of a camaraderie between Charlie and Lea first.

I promise that the next chapter will have at least the Cullen's since she is in school with them and things will start to kick off.

Ok onto the review Q & A (from newest to oldest)

Child of Dreams: I will take Leah into consideration, also what did you mean? Also, the summery says McCarthy because my spellcheck on my compute kicked in and I forgot to change it.

Guest: I am glad you like it and don't worry her knowledge of the story won't be completely useless. But there will be changes to this story compared to cannon, both by Leah and the verse itself.

B4bidden: Wow! Everybody likes Leah as a pairing I see! Well Like I said before I will take it into advisement. When I get closer to having Leah (the OFC not the wolf) ready for romance I will put up a poll. Although, I in full disclosure I had already planned on Paul being a sort of best friend/ frenemy for Leah. But I am glad you agree that they would make good friends. Like your username by the way, it is cool.

Lynettecullen: The plot should start in the next chapter when she meets the Cullens. Please be patient, I just wanted to establish and build up her character a bit. I want to make her seem like a realistic character with the appropriate response to her trauma before we get into the whole self-insert screw with cannon plot.

Marlastiano: Yes…pink. I figured something absolutely ridiculous should set her off, kind of like the last straw and the color of the room was the result. I hate that color, therefore my character hates that color. Also, that was another change from canon and just subtly or not so subtly showed her how screwed she is if something even in the book cannon is different. While I don't plan on making her future knowledge useless, I find it amusing how the small changes to the story freak her out and plan to torture her for a bit. Sorry not sorry! 😊