Title: Legendary Travesty

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Leah/Esme, established Bella/Alice (Bellice)

Author: Mirandyscrow

Rating: R

Summary: AU Leah imprints in Eclipse. We follow her as she deals with the consequences that this extraordinary event causes. This story take place about a month before the beginning of Eclipse and will be a femslash pairing. If you don't like it then don't read it. Thanks!

Spoilers: Let's say everything up until Eclipse is fair game, but I'm twisting a lot of facts and timelines to suit my story.

Archive: Sure if you really want it. Lol, it would be a surprise to me, just ask my permission first. (It's nice when people ask)

Disclaimer: Did Bella and Alice hook up in New Moon? No? Well I guess that means Twilight isn't mine. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Any and all other brand names belong to their respective owners. I do not make any money on this story. Please don't sue; I only have a box of Easy Mac as collateral. BTW Easy Mac is the property of Kraft. :P

Author's Note: I don't have a clue where this idea came from. I was actually focusing on going to sleep and this plus five other prompts popped into my head and played around in my skull until I wrote them down and attempted to give them a fair shot at being written. Now here we are.

Author's Note #2: I am aware that some of the events don't exactly travel the exact same timeline of the book and/or movie. Please know that it is entirely on purpose to fit the story. So please no comments about, 'how it didn't happen that way' because I'm sure I've messed up the timeline by simply having one of the pairing(s) Bella and Alice, lol.

Big thanks to faithlessfate for being an awesome beta and making this a story worth reading! All careless mistakes I claim as my own.

Special thanks to Bablefisk for being my first beta! You rock!

Chapter 2: Say Goodbye to Sanity

It was Friday evening which meant it had only been three days since Leah saw the most stunning woman she'd ever laid eyes on. A beautiful woman with an equally beautiful name.

Esme.

She'd recognized the Cullen matriarch from Jacob's pitiful thoughts of Bella, and knew who it was she'd imprinted on.

It had only been three days since that day. It had only been three days since she decided to ignore her imprinting and she was miserable. Ever since she'd decided to disregard the call towards the woman, she had started to get sick, and got sicker each day. She hardly slept and her appetite was mostly non-existent. Sometimes the thought of food alone would send her into fits of dry heaving. So far she had been able to successfully keep her imprinting hidden from the pack and her family, but she knew it was only a question of time. She pushed her mental barrier to its limits everyday and anytime she felt it drop, she focused on her old rants of Sam, Emily, and Bella. The pack would always choose to block her out whenever she did that, and as such they didn't notice the few thoughts of Esme that filtered through.

Leah's musing was interrupted by the clatter of Seth's fork against his plate as he reached across the table for more roast and potatoes. She glanced around the room and returned her eyes to her dinner plate. The food had long ago stopped looking like it was supposed to, and the mix of foods looked even less appealing than when she sat down. For the rest of her family it was just a typical dinner, but for Leah it was pure torture. She felt a piercing gaze on her and just waited for the question she knew was coming.

"Is everything okay, Leah?" her mother asked.

Leah glanced at her mother. "I'm fine," she said and dropped her eyes, deciding to poke at some half mushed peas on her plate.

"But you've barely eaten anything," Sue said, studying her daughter with unabashed concern.

Leah chose not to reply and took a big bite of mashed potatoes, holding back the grimace that threatened to take over her face. Her mother's usual fluffy, buttery potatoes tasted like sour cinders as they washed over her tongue. She swallowed with difficulty and took a large gulp of water. The liquid did little to wash the bitter taste out of her mouth.

Leah successfully choked down the rest of her dinner in front of the watchful eye of her mother. As soon as dinner was done she volunteered to wash the dishes. Her mother and brother were surprised with her offer, but chose not to comment or argue.

As Leah dried the last glass and placed it in the cabinet, she felt the queasiness she had become very accustomed to these past few days return. She walked to the refrigerator and placed her forehead to the chilly surface.

It brought no relief.

Leah clutched her stomach and cleared her throat to ensure she would sound as normal as possible. "I'm going for a walk," she yelled up to the ceiling.

"Okay," her mother said, "Take your cell phone."

"Do you want some company?" Seth called back.

"No, I'm good," Leah said and walked out the door, walking as calmly as she could until she was sure she was out of sight. Then she ran as fast as she could to a large shrub up ahead, and made it behind the shrub just before she became reacquainted with her dinner. She was thankful no one was around to witness her odd behavior. She used her foot to put some dirt over the mess and walked toward the treaty line. Every night for the past three, just before nightfall she would stand at the line and Esme's faint scent always floated to her nostrils. It served to calm her, but it riled her inner wolf. It had become routine for the wolf. She knew it wouldn't be long before she would need more.

When Leah made it back home, she told her mother that she was heading to bed early. She lay in the middle of her bed; eyes closed tightly waiting for the solace of sleep to come. It didn't take long for her to begin moving, trying to find a comfortable spot. She was still tossing and turning long after her mother and brother went to bed. She grabbed her cell phone off the charger and looked at the display. The digital numbers told her that it was 1:30 in the morning. She'd been trying to get to sleep for nearly five hours, but it felt a lot longer. Leah got up from her bed and quietly made her way downstairs. She plopped down on the couch and used the remote to turn on the television. She mindlessly channel surfed, dutifully ignoring her nagging inner wolf that told her to find her mate. She finally found a movie to watch, but as the opening credits moved across the screen she felt her eyes go heavy.

-x-

Leah walked into the smoky club. She took in the barely dressed waitresses and the drooling patrons. The air was thick with the smell of liquor, sweat, and lust. She removed her overcoat and draped it across her arm, revealing the scarlet, collared shirt. A tight solid black vest hugged her curves over the shirt, which matched the tailored black slacks that fanned out slightly at the bottom, revealing a glimpse of the deep red strappy four inch heels Leah wore. She didn't think there was any way the woman she was looking for could be in this place.

"I need six beers, a whiskey sour and one martini, extra dirty!" a nearby waitress yelled to one of the bartenders. Leah walked to the bar and yelled over the pounding beat of the latest techno hit coming from the speakers. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a woman." She reached out, lightly laying a fingertip on the waitress' shoulder and addressing her.

The waitress turned from the bartender preparing her order. She eyed Leah with lust in her eyes. "Almost everyone in here is looking for a woman, sexy."

"The woman I'm looking for is special," Leah said impatiently.

"Your special lady got a name?" the waitress replied.

"Esme," Leah stated simply.

The waitress smiled. "You're in luck. Look to the stage there, gorgeous. You won't be disappointed." She gathered her drinks from the bartender and started toward her table, "I wouldn't mind being your special lady when you're done with her," the waitress called over her shoulder.

The waitress added an extra sway to her hips, but it was a waste of energy on Leah, because the wolf's eyes were soon transfixed as she took in the woman dancing on stage. The dancer lazily twirled a lasso in her hand her body moving with fluidity of the waves in the ocean. When Esme spun around, Leah saw that the vampire wore an auburn leather bra with glittering metal studs adorning the cups and matching tight leather pants. Her feet were clad in shiny black leather boots. The vampire's silky caramel hair shone under the lights. Leah just watched as the other woman danced, her hips swaying and grinding to the thumping bass of the music. Their eyes met; topaz and chocolate darkening in lust as the world melted away around them.

A crash and shriek in the back of the club brought Leah out of her trance. A hooded figure ran to the stage, grabbing a bottle of vodka from a nearby table. Leah began running to the stage when a mob of panicked patrons moved against her, forcing her toward the door. She elbowed and shoved people of the way, desperately trying to get to the woman onstage. She was nearly there when she spied the hooded figure throwing off his cloak. Someone knocked her to the floor, her head bouncing off the corner of the one of the stylish metal chairs. The last thing she saw before passing out was Sam standing over the burning and squirming Esme, his laughs mixing with her angel's excruciating screams.

"No!" Leah jolted awake, the remote clattering to the floor. She picked up the device, eying the television. "That would explain the dream," she said, watching as Jessica Alba jumped into the arms of Bruce Willis onscreen.

She switched off the television, placed the remote on the table, and walked up the stairs. She opened the door to her room and stopped in shock. Esme was perched on her bed with lidded eyes and the same leather outfit from her dream. Leah rubbed her eyes and glanced at the bed again. There was no one there. She shook her head and climbed into bed. She needed to get as much sleep as possible since she was going to be patrolling for most of the night tomorrow.

Leah suffered through the dream four times that night before she finally gave up on sleep.

-x-

Patrol turned out to be highly uneventful, and that's how Leah found herself sitting on the ground, senses extended to their limit for any hint of some action. She couldn't find anything out of the ordinary for several miles. She hopped up and stalked back and forth next to the treaty line, feeling her eyelids beginning to droop. She needed to stay awake so Sam wouldn't get on her case again. She had already drifted to sleep twice tonight. Leah's legs felt shaky as she slumped onto the grass and her eyelids slipped closed.

"Leah, check in!" Sam's booming voice entered her head.

She jumped awake. "Everything's normal here, Sam," she said groggily.

"Your patrol is done. It was actually done an hour ago. How about you stay awake for it next time?" Sam told her nastily. Leah heard a few snickers over the pack link.

"Give me a break, Sam. There hasn't been a threat in months. My sleeping this one time isn't going to destroy us," Leah griped back before shutting him out of her mind and heading home for another restless night.

-x-

Leah ran; her heart pounded in time with the fast stride her paws held as she chased after her prey. The large buck ran in zigzags, hoping to lose the large grey wolf easily closing the distance between them.

Leah suddenly jumped, using a rock to launch herself in a diagonal toward the buck. She clamped her teeth on the deer's throat, following the buck's fall to the ground. She enjoyed the struggling of the animal beneath her and squeezed harder every time the animal squirmed. She pressed a large paw to the buck's body and jerked her head once; taking her bloodstained mouth off its neck once the crack reached her ears. Titling her head to the sky, Leah howled out for her conquest. She surveyed her kill before she once again sank her teeth into the thick neck of the impressive buck.

-x-

Sunlight shone through the soft white curtains of Leah's room, the light breeze from the opened window carried the scent of fresh dew and pine. The distant chirping birds gently roused Leah from her slumber. She opened her eyes with a smile. If all she had to worry about was three or four days of a crappy feeling then she could handle ignoring her imprint just fine. She paused at the stale metallic smell that reached her nose and looked at her blanket. It was covered with blood. There was a large bone lying on top of the covers, licked clean. Leah's face took on a look of panic and horror as she jumped from bed, hand firmly covering her mouth while she rushed into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet.

Sue Clearwater hurried into the bathroom when she heard the loud footsteps and retching from her daughter. She went back to her room and grabbed a robe, quickly kneeling to gather Leah in the soft terry cloth. Sue rubbed her daughter's back until the heaving stopped. As Leah slumped against the bathtub, Sue stood, wetting a small towel with cool water and placed it against Leah's forehead. "Are you okay?"

Leah nodded shakily.

Sue glanced at her daughter. "Leah," The girl in question looked up at the strange tone of voice her mother held with questioning eyes. "Is there anyway you could be pregnant?" her mother continued with a small amount of dread in her eyes.

"How? Ma, the second I turned wolf I couldn't have children anymore, remember? This is just a little stress. I'll be fine in a day or two you'll see," Leah said and ushered her mother out of the bathroom. She tied the robe belt tight around her waist, washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were tinged red from the tears that sprang up from her early morning meeting with the toilet bowl.

She brushed her teeth and frowned at the taste of bile, blood, and mint in her mouth. "I thought…I could have sworn it was a dream." She studied her reflection once more.

"Lee, I gotta go!" Seth shouted through the door, knocking frantically.

Leah opened the door, tamping down the urge to roll her eyes at her dramatic brother. Seth rushed forward, but paused as he looked at his sister. "Lee?"

"Not now, Seth," she said, tugging on the robe again. She sidestepped him and went back into room to gather her clothes for the day.

She threw on a simple black t-shirt, form-fitting jeans, and white tennis shoes. She surveyed herself and nodded to the image in the full body mirror. Leah had a fleeting thought of putting some make up on to cover the dark circles under her eyes. She grabbed a hairbrush and ran it a few times through her hair in frustration. "What would be the point? There's no one to impress anymore."

There were three quick knocks on her bedroom door. "I hear that talking to yourself is a sign of insanity," Seth called through the door.

Leah tossed the brush on her dresser and opened her bedroom door, "There's only a problem if you start answering yourself," she replied with a forced smile.

"I'll keep that in mind then." Seth rocked back on his heels. "Can I come in?"

Leah motioned halfheartedly with her arm and walked away from the door. Seth followed her into the room and closed her door.

"What's wrong, Lee?" Seth asked as soon as the latch clicked on the door.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" Leah asked a little defensively.

Seth raised his eyebrow at her tone, "Well, besides the fact that you just answered my question with a question, you're my sister. I know when something is happening with you."

"Seth, I'm going to be okay. This is…this is just a small relapse from my break up with Sam and a little stress," Leah said guiltily, hoping her brother would drop the subject. She pulled him into a hug. "Thanks for the concern, little bro."

"You're alright Lee, even if you are a big fat liar." He ruffled her hair and broke the hug.

"Why do you do that?" she asked him, smacking his hands away and smoothing her hair.

"Because I know you hate it," he responded with a cheeky grin.

"I love you too, Seth even if you are a pain in my ass everyday." She shoved him playfully toward the door before smoothing down her hair.

"Leah!"

"Sorry, ma!" Leah said. She looked at her brother who was on his way out of the door. "Are we sure she's not a wolf too? She's got ears like a hawk."

"I don't know," Seth replied with a smile, "Maybe we should watch her really closely during the next full moon." He left her room and closed the door.

The scent of sausage drifted up the stairs through the small crack beneath Leah's door, and wrapped itself around her, making her gag.

"Breakfast!" her mother yelled from down below.

As her mother sat her breakfast down, Leah felt her stomach lurch. Regardless of the tiny portion she was served, every time she lifted the fork, the acids in her stomach swirled. She finally gave up and picked up the piece of toast from her plate. Leah took a small bite from the corner of the toast and chewed slowly. She faked a swallow and waited for her nausea to pass as a bit of the starchy residue slipped down her throat.

Just as Leah was sure she was going to start heaving into her plate, the phone rang. Her mother left the table to answer it in the other room and Leah waited until her mother was completely out of the room when she struck. First, she wiped the liquefied toast out of her mouth and onto a napkin. Then, as quietly as she could, she began placing her food on Seth's plate. He looked confused but did not question her actions. He ate a little faster to cover up the newly added amount of food on his plate.

Leah was so focused on getting the food off her plate that she failed to notice the disapproving glance her mother shot her. Sue came back into the kitchen without a word and picked up her daughter's plate from the table. Leah started to get up from the table when her mother's voice stopped her.

"Sit down Leah," her mother commanded and turned from the stove with a new plate of food. She placed it in front of Leah.

Leah looked at the plate felt sick at the thought of food. "I'm not hungry," she said and pushed the plate away.

Sue slammed a hand down on the table. "I don't care, Leah! You are not leaving this table until you finish something from that plate of food. You need to at least try to eat."

Seth kept his eyes fixed to his food as he ate even faster, motivated by the tension quickly creeping into the atmosphere.

"Ma, I'm a grown woman. I decide when I eat and when I don't and I am not hungry," Leah declared with confidence, her eyes showing more than a little defiance.

Her mother's only reply was a single elevated eyebrow as the older woman settled to eat her own breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, Leah found herself sitting at the kitchen table alone attempting to glare a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage and toast out of existence.

-End of Chapter Two-

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~MC