A/N: Here's the finale! This project was so much fun.

6.

angels in the clouds rain down
best believe it

The following Saturday night was the night of the winter formal. Sue had styled Leah's hair into big, soft waves, made her promise to take pictures later, and dashed off to work. Seth went to work, too, but Leah wasn't lonely. Whether she liked it or not, she had none other than Paul to occupy her couch and eat whatever food that was in her pantry.

Sue had surprised Leah with a new dress when she found out that Jacob had asked her to the dance, and Leah felt overwhelmingly guilty as she stared at herself in the mirror. In her pale pink dress—falling just above her knees, flowy at the skirt, and off the shoulder—she looked great. She looked gorgeous. She just wasn't going to the dance with Jacob as a date. She had told him she was going so she could trap Rosalie, but she didn't want him as a date. She was still super annoyed with the way he had asked her. It had been so fucking tasteless.

Leah fussed with the thick satin ribbon wrapped around her wrist one last time before she went out to the living room, waiting for Jacob to arrive. Even though he wasn't her date (did he know this? Probably not), he was still her ride to the dance.

Paul, who laid on her couch, his eyes on the TV and his hand deep in a bag of Doritos, sat up quickly when Leah entered the living room. His eyes were suddenly on her, and they were as wide as the moon.

"Damn, Lee-Lee," he said. "You clean up good."

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Paul. Your bum ass is just lucky you get to stay here while no one else is here."

"You know my pops doesn't have any food."

"Mm-hm. Sure."

Having almost forgot, Leah went back to the kitchen, where she opened a drawer and took out a medium-sized knife. She stared at it in her hands. This better kill a fucking demon. She removed the ribbon from her wrist and strapped the knife to her thigh. It might just cut off her circulation in due time, but it was secure.

There was suddenly knocking on the front door, and Leah realized that Jacob was early.

"Are you gonna get that?" Paul called from the living room, even though he was closer to the door.

"Lazy ass," Leah muttered, walking over to the entryway. She opened the door, and there was Rosalie. She wasn't just coordinating with Leah—she was matching, too. Her dress was the same pale pink, but it was longer and curve-hugging. She countered the look with dark eye makeup, which popped against her glowy skin. She looked like a dream. She and Leah even wore black heels of the same height so they could be just as tall as each other, like always.

Then Leah realized Rosalie was holding a bouquet of yellow roses.

She wanted to fucking cry. Then she remembered she had a knife strapped to her leg.

"Well, are you gonna take these roses or not?" Rosalie asked, grinning. "I know they're your favorite."

They are, Rosalie. They are.

Leah took the flowers and went to the kitchen to dump them into vase with water.

Rosalie stepped into the house and leaned against the wall, looking down at Paul. "Hey, Paul," she said, her voice a soft purr. She smiled at him, baring her white teeth.

He looked up, taken aback. There was something about her that made him very turned on and very afraid. Really hot girls like Rosalie were always fucking nuts somehow in order to compensate. He just couldn't put his finger on what made him so afraid of her.

Leah returned from the kitchen and grabbed her purse off the couch.

"You got the car tonight?" Leah asked Rosalie. She knew that going with Rosalie was bad, but she decided that keeping her close and pretending that nothing was wrong would help her protect Jacob.

This better fucking work.

"Yeah." Then Rosalie put on a disgusted expression. "My brother doesn't need it for once since Columbine picked him up earlier."

"Okay."

Rosalie grabbed Leah forcefully by the hand, tugging her out of the house. "Let's go, baby girl," she said excitedly.

"See ya, Paul," Leah called over her shoulder as she shut the door.

The girls were gone, and Paul was still in a strange daze.

Ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door. Paul got up from the couch to answer it, and Jacob stood on the welcome mat, dressed nicely in a dark gray suit with a white shirt and black bow tie.

"Hey, Paul," he said. "Is Leah ready yet?"

"She left with Rosalie about ten minutes ago."

Jacob's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah, I don't know, man," Paul replied. "They seem to be getting pretty serious. They were matching outfits and Rosalie got her flowers and called her 'baby girl' and shit." He paused before leaning in. "Do you have a phone charger on you?"

Jacob, pissed off and annoyed, just turned around and stormed back to his car.

"Fuckin' prick," Paul muttered, shutting the door.

Because there was nothing on TV, Paul instead spent a good half hour staring at the yellow roses on the table. He sat right in the kitchen chair and stared at it. They had him mesmerized in the same way that Rosalie had him mesmerized.

What is up with that girl? he thought. What the fuck is up with her?

He gave up on that and decided to make himself useful by finding a way to charge his cell phone. He looked down at it. It was at 15%.

The thing about Paul Lahote was that he could keep a phone. He always cracked the screen within two weeks, but he would keep that same busted phone for as long as he possibly could. He just couldn't keep a charger to save his life. He usually bummed a charger off anybody around (usually Jared), but as he searched through the Clearwater residence, his findings were fruitless.

"They gotta have a fuckin' charger somewhere," he mumbled to himself as he scavenged every single square inch of the house. He knew they wouldn't get that mad at him—he was family, basically.

Paul looked in Sue's and Seth's respective bedrooms and found nothing to charge his phone with. He finally went to Leah's room, and still, nothing. He searched everywhere, and when he finally got to her desk, he found something rather unexpected in the bottom drawer.

In the bottom drawer of Leah's old desk was a book. It was thick, brown, old-looking, and titled The Metaphysical World and You. On the inside cover was a stamp that said it was property of the Forks Public Library. He flipped through the book and found Leah's bookmark in a chapter called, So You Need to Kill a Demon.

"What the fuck?" Paul said aloud.

He read the entire chapter three times, trying to wrap his head around it all. Whatever Leah was going through, she was dealing with something real and fucking terrifying. The demon the book described fed on human flesh, and one of the easiest ways it could trap humans was through seduction.

Wait.

Paul thought about the yellow roses again. He thought about Rosalie. He thought about how she had been messing around with Emmett right before he died. (Even though Paul didn't go to Forks High, it was still a small county; everyone knew that Rosalie and Emmett had been a couple of some sorts.) And then how the same day that Rosalie had come to Jacob's house to ask Quil out, Quil had died that night. Both Emmett and Quil had been apparently mauled and partially devoured by bears.

But… but…

Paul ended up skimming through the entire book, which took a half hour. His phone, naturally, had died by that time, but he didn't care. He had other things to worry about. He figured it out: Rosalie was possessed by a demon and had murdered Emmett, Quil, and possibly Mike. Rosalie was even being especially warm to Leah the last couple of times Paul had been around the both of them.

But they're best friends, Paul tried to tell convince himself. She wouldn't kill her best friend. Leah isn't next. Leah is not fucking next.

Except she is.

Paul booked it out of the Clearwater house and bolted down the road to Jared's. Jared would help him. He had to.

Pounding on the front door of the one-story house, Paul practically begged Jared to open up.

"Jared!" he hollered. "Jared!"

Jared suddenly swung open the front door. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded.

"I need your help," Paul said, out of breath from sprinting down the street.

"I don't have a charger," Jared said dismissively, trying to shut the door.

Paul stuffed his foot in the space between the door and the doorframe. "No," he said. "I actually need your help. Can I borrow your car? Please."

"Where are you trying to go?"

"The high school," Paul said urgently. "I need to get there as soon as possible."

"Well, I don't wanna go," Jared replied stubbornly.

"Can I just borrow the damn keys? I'll be quick."

Jared just sighed and dug in his pocket for his car keys. "I don't know what's going on," he replied, disgruntled, "but I hope this helps."

Paul grabbed the keys from him and hopped into Jared's car, situated in the driveway. "Thanks!" he called out the window.

At the dance, which took place in the cramped gym of Forks High, one of the first sights Jacob found was that of Leah and Rosalie dancing together in the middle of the dancefloor. He stood by the punch bowl with the staff chaperones, just watching them. Under the bright blue lights and in their coordinated outfits, the girls looked like a dream. But Jacob was so angry that this was his nightmare.

Leah played me, he thought. She fucking played me for Rosalie, of all people. I should have seen this coming.

Leah caught Jacob's stare, seeing him for the first time at the dance, and gave him an apologetic look from the crowd that said, Don't go, I can explain. Jacob wasn't buying it. Instead, he just turned and left the gym, walking to the dimly lit hallway. Leah felt like an asshole. She had to keep Rosalie close. She didn't have a choice tonight. Jacob would never see that, though, especially now. Leah stopped dancing and just stood there, watching him leave.

Rosalie, who had been dancing with Leah since they had arrived at the dance a while ago, had suddenly disappeared into the crowd by the time Leah turned back around.

No, no, no, no, no.

Embry, who was the student DJ for the dance, suddenly cut off the current song and starting scratching at the turn table. The crowd tried to figure out what song was next, and when all the teenagers of Forks High School heard, "Cash Money Records taking over for the '99 and the 2000," the air was filled with cheering and even more people got on the dancefloor.

Leah pushed through a bunch of people, looking for Rosalie. This was her absolute favorite song, so it was strange how she wasn't on the dancefloor with everybody else. Leah kept shoving through the multitudes of people, and that was when she literally ran into Bella. She tried to keep moving, but Bella grabbed her arm.

"I really don't have time for this," Leah began, trying to wriggle out of her grasp.

"Leah, you have to get out of here," Bella commanded, her brown eyes wide. "Go."

"Bella," Leah shouted, "I have more important things to worry about, and if you're gonna lie to psych me out, you might as well be better at it."

"No, you don't get it," Bella replied. "You really have to go. It's about to start."

"If there was real danger," Leah replied, "you wouldn't be here. And I don't know what 'it' is, but if 'it' was such a big deal, you'd be trying to protect yourself instead of following me around. Now let me go!" She shrugged out of Bella's grip, shoving her in the process. She kept going through the crowd, heading towards the hallway that Jacob had gone into.

The hallway was dark, and the music of the dance echoed eerily. Near the end of the hallway, however, was a stream of bright blue light coming from a window attached to a door. Leah ran to it and opened the door. It was the pool room.

Leah fearlessly opened the door, and that was when she saw Jacob and Rosalie standing at the edge of the pool several yards away. Rosalie's back was turned, but her hands were in Jacob's hair and she was leaned in close. Leah couldn't tell what she was saying to him, and his eyes were closed.

Not thinking, Leah charged towards them as she yelled, "Let him go!"

Rosalie turned around, and by the time she saw Leah, she had already been pushed into the swimming pool. Jacob held onto Leah, and they stepped back as they watched Rosalie emerge from the deep end, her dark eye makeup bleeding down her cheeks. She pushed her hair back and out of her face, and when she opened her eyes, they were filled with pure rage.

"You. Got. Chlorine. In. My. Hair."

"Get the fuck over yourself," Leah said sharply.

Rosalie suddenly levitated out of the pool, causing Jacob and Leah to stumble back even further. Rosalie floated so she could be above the pavement, and she swiftly floated down. She blocked the door.

Laughing slightly, she strained her hair, letting it drip onto the ground. "I am going to eat you whole, Leah Clearwater," she said, slowly advanced towards her.

Leah pushed Jacob away and backed up as Rosalie kept moving. "I thought you only ate boys," she replied.

Rosalie tossed her hair back. "I go both ways."

"You know what, Rosalie?" Leah asked, edging towards the back wall, near a line of metal poles. "You've always been a shitty excuse for a friend."

"Oh, I have?" Rosalie asked. "Are you sure you wanna say that?"

"You're rude," Leah went on, "your school shooter jokes are wildly inappropriate given the state of the gun control in this country, and you're not even that likeable."

"That's so funny," Rosalie replied sarcastically. "'Cause I really could've dropped your lame ass at any time. Any bad friend would have done that, but I know how to keep my fucking word. I've always been loyal to you. I was always on your side. Shit, I even brought you yellow roses, your favorite flowers, because I thought you were my date! I did all that for you—nobody else—and you're gonna call me a shitty friend?"

Jacob looked absolutely hurt all over again. It made Leah's heart ache. Even worse, Rosalie wasn't wrong.

"Leah," Rosalie continued, "I've always had a soft spot for you, no matter how lame you can be, even when you switched up on me for Jacob, of all people. Do you not remember what I told you? Jacob is disposable, Lee. I'm not."

"Leave him out of this," Leah said. "This is about us."

"I mean, yeah, me and Jake did fuck our freshman year," Rosalie told her casually, still advancing towards them. "If we didn't, I would have just died that night Columbine and his girlfriend tried to sacrifice me to Satan. But besides that, you let Jacob get between us, so if anybody here is a shitty friend, it's you."

"You're fucking lying," Leah said, shaking her head.

"She's not lying about us," Jacob murmured.

Leah turned to him. "What?"

"She's not lying," he repeated, shameful.

Rosalie grinned. "Good boy." Then she closed the space between her and Jacob, snatching him by the throat.

"No!" Leah roared, trying to push Rosalie away. Rose was much stronger than she was, though, and she swiftly threw Leah into the back wall with a single shove.

Leah crashed into the metal poles, knocking them down. They fell into her back and one even crashed into her head. Leah just about saw stars until she got a hold of herself and looked up to see Rosalie's teeth sinking into Jacob's chest. She had thought she was hearing sirens, but she was actually hearing his screams.

Leah got up, grabbed a pole, and smashed it into Rosalie's back, which didn't hurt her as much as it distracted her.

"Could you calm down?" Rosalie asked, throwing Jacob's seemingly unconscious body into the swimming pool. She wiped blood from the corner of her mouth.

Leah hopped into the pool after Jacob, keeping his head above water as she cradled him. His entire chest was open as his blood spread quickly throughout the pool, but he wasn't entirely unconscious. His eyes were wide open in shock and he was shaking as he panted. His eyes flashed over to Leah.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him. "I'm so sorry."

His eyes rolled back and his body went limp. Then she knew he was gone.

"See, baby girl?" Rosalie asked. "Isn't this what we've always wanted?"

"You killed him, you evil-ass bitch!" Leah screamed, still holding him. His blood surrounded them—it was a morbid sight.

Rosalie suddenly grabbed Leah by her arm to pull her out of the water. She flung her back into the metal poles, but Leah landed on her feet.

"It's like I told you," Rosalie said menacingly as she slowly approached her, the sound of her heels echoing throughout the room. "I always keep my word."

Leah reached behind her and grabbed one of the poles. She swung it at Rosalie, and in a lucky hit, it knocked her in the head. Shocked, Rosalie paused. Then Leah smashed it into her head again, causing her to stumble back. She hit her in the head a third time, which had Rosalie onto her ass on the floor. With a grunt, Leah stabbed Rosalie in the stomach with the pole. It went right through her.

Rosalie made a choking noise at first, and then she was silent for a moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was weak.

"Fuck you."

Leah bolted out of the pool room and ran back down the dark hallway. Sopping wet with pool water and Jacob's blood, she ended up running into Bella yet again in this hallway.

"Leah, we need to get out of here," Bella said urgently, gripping her wet arm. "It's starting."

That was when the gunshots began.

From the passenger window of Bella's ancient, orange, pickup truck, Leah saw multitudes of students in formal wear running away from the high school. Bella began to pull out of the parking lot, and Leah could still hear all the screaming.

"Are you gonna explain to me what the fuck is going on?" Leah asked as Bella tried to get her truck to drive as fast as it possibly could.

"Edward and Jasper planned on shooting up the school during the dance," Bella replied. "They were going to find you, Rosalie, and Jacob, and hold all three of you hostage. They specifically wanted to torture Rosalie and kill her off for good."

"Why Jasper?" Leah asked in complete disbelief. "Why would he wanna kill his own sister?"

"I don't know," Bella replied, shaking her head and staring out at the dark road. "Edward must have gotten something into him. They've been hanging out a lot."

There were tears in Leah's eyes now. "But why would they shoot up the school?" she demanded.

"I… I don't know. Rosalie always calls Edward 'Columbine.' Maybe he thought he ought to live up to it. He's a psycho, I swear to God."

"But he's your boyfriend."

"I was going to break up with him," Bella said. "After he made me help him sacrifice Rosalie during the party. But he told me he'd hurt me if I broke up with him or told anybody what we did or what he planned to do."

"So why did you go to the dance at all if you knew he was gonna shoot up the school?" Leah asked.

"I just wanted to get as many people out of there as possible," Bella explained. "Especially you, Jacob, and Rosalie."

"Well, we don't have to worry about them now," Leah said glumly. "Rose killed Jacob, and then I killed Rose."

"Wait, wh—"

There was a loud, startling crash on the hood of the car as a dark figure landed on it. Bella suddenly swerved the truck, and the next thing Leah knew, her world had gone black.

When Leah resurfaced, she realized they had crashed into something. Broken glass surrounded them. Branches poked through the open windshield. Her head, now bleeding, had smashed into the dashboard. She sat up and looked to Bella, who was unconscious. Her head was pressed into the steering wheel, and the horn was going off.

Leah prodded her gently. "Bella," she said. "Bella." She moved her so her head was off the horn, and she wasn't responding.

Fuck.

Leah unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the truck, not sure what to do next. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But when she went around the side of the truck to Bella's side, she couldn't even breathe.

It was Rosalie, illuminated by the truck's headlights. There was a hole in her stomach from where the pole had been jabbed in. She smiled, blood staining her teeth. "Hey, baby girl," she said.

Leah stepped back into the truck, scared for her life. She frantically reached under her dress for the knife strapped to her thigh. She got it out and hid it behind her back.

"Don't you understand?" Rosalie asked, walking towards her. "You can't kill me. You can't ever get rid of me no matter how hard you try."

"You're so obsessed with me," Leah replied. "You say I'm lame and have no life, but all you do is call me 'baby girl' and stalk me."

"It's because I love you, you idiot," Rosalie said bitingly. "I may be a 'bully' or a 'heinous bitch' or even a 'literal demon,' but I did it all for you."

"That's not love," Leah told her. "That's not even close."

"Baby girl, it's all love." Then Rosalie quickly closed the space between them, but Leah was quicker. She brought the knife up and plunged it straight into her heart.

Rosalie gasped.

"You were my best friend," Leah whispered, "but this is it."

Rosalie's voice was faint. "You fake-ass bitch," she whispered back. Then she collapsed to the ground, the knife sticking out of her heart.

Leah stepped away. Rosalie looked so peaceful, dead on the ground. Even with all the dark makeup and blood, she still looked like an angel.

Rosalie was no angel, though, and neither was Leah.

Leah had just killed her best friend.

She turned around, and she saw another pair of headlights along the road. The car quickly pulled over, and Paul, of all people, popped out of it. Leah ran towards him and practically smashed into his warm arms.

"I figured Rosalie out," he told her. "I was trying to find you so I could tell you, but my phone died."

"Your phone's always dying," Leah said. "It's okay. I'm okay."

She shut her eyes, stuffed her face into his chest, and breathed. She finally breathed. Even with faint police sirens in the background, she was at ease for the first time in a month.

The police sirens grew louder, and when Leah finally opened her eyes again, she and Paul were suddenly illuminated by red and blue lights. She glanced over at the dead white girl on the ground with the knife in her heart, and the other dead white girl in the truck.

This looks bad.

The police car pulled over, and Leah realized that the driver was Chief Swan.

Of course.

She and Paul separated, putting their hands up and bracing for the pain.

Leah gasped and sat up from the couch in her living room. Looking down at herself, she realized she was still in the outfit she had worn to her birthday party. Her breath still tasted of alcohol, weed, and vomit.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!

Startled, she looked at the coffee table. Rosalie's cell phone was lit up and vibrating. Someone was calling it.

Leah got up from the couch and picked up the phone. A contact by the name of "EC" with several heart emojis was calling. She answered the call and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked tentatively.

"Thank God I just left my phone at your house," Rosalie said. "Are you alright, baby girl?"

"Uh—um—uh—," Leah stammered.

"Uh, um, uh," Rosalie said, mocking her. "Fuck, you sound like a tweak. Look, I don't know if you know this or not, but a huge fire just broke out at the cabin where your party was. I'm with Emmett and he's driving me to your place. I'll see you in a minute, okay? And don't act like I'm still not mad at you calling me a hoe."

Leah sighed, coming to terms with reality. "Okay," she finally said.

Rosalie hung up, and Leah back sank into her couch.

Oh my God.

"Hell is a teenage girl."

No Angel

fin.

Final A/N: Alright, y'all. That was No Angel. I had a lot of fun with this quick little project. It allowed me to be profane and funny and not at all serious, which is great every now and then. It was a good writing exercise and a brilliant distraction from real life troubles.

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Playlist:

Chapter 1 - Lady Gaga and Florence Welch - "Hey Girl"

Chapter 2 - Sky Ferreira - "Everything is Embarrassing"

Chapter 3 - Little Mix - "Power"

Chapter 4 - Charli XCX - "Secret"

Chapter 5 - Charli XCX - "Baby Girl"

Chapter 6 - Charli XCX - "Dreamer"

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And now a special thanks to:

-Megan Fox and Amanda Seyfried for their performances in Jennifer's Body

-Jennifer's Body as a whole

-Stephenie Meyer (I just realized right now that I never put any disclaimers, but I do not own Twilight, Jennifer's Body, or anything else)

-SeDona (Lady Blackwater), for all the undying support and being such an angel in my life

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Thanks so much to all who have read, reviewed, favorited, and followed this story! It was a nice ride.

Now and foreva,

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