I know, I know! I was so going to put this up like three weeks ago, I swear! But this stupid computer didn't want to upload this for some reason, so I had to trick it on like three weeks later... Long story. What matters is that it's here now, so rejoice, readers! ;) Anywhoo, this story, which I already have about 70 pgs typed up in my comp, is inspired by aKindofGlory's Maps and Minisinoo's Cowboys & Indians, both great stories that you should check out. ;) Anyways, I'm a lazy updater, so yell at me if I'm slow.

Oh, and in case you haven't realized by now, which would be extremely lame, this is a LEAPER story. (Leah/Jasper, yes, I'm trying to popularize that name... Kind of lame, really) So don't read if you don't like.

Other than that... Enjoy! ;)

It was done. It was all over. It actually happened.

I angrily splashed at my reflection in the pond, making it fade to murky nothing. I wish I could fade like that; disappear off this Earth with nothing to remember me by but the faint rippling of the dirty water. Unfortunately, I was tied down by the heavy weights of Seth and my mother. Yep, only those two. At one point of my life I would have considered many other people weights; my dad, Sam, Emily, Bella, Jacob, and my other high school friends. My dad was dead. Sam was a bastard. Emily married that bastard. Bella was a bloodsucker. Jacob imprinted on that bloodsucker's baby. I had no friends.

The pool of water slowly evened out until I could see my unsteady reflection again. I was beautiful. Stunning, actually. The most beautiful I'd ever been my entire life. The rare sunshine made me look like some kind of other worldly goddess. I was wearing a flowy red dress with my shoulder-length hair elegantly curling around my neck. I was actually wearing make-up. My nails were done. For once, I didn't have a single scratch or bruise on my body. This was as beautiful as I could ever hope to be my entire life. Yet, it wasn't enough.

Because in the end, Sam had married Emily today. I was standing there in my floor-length, silk dress, not a single scratch on my body, a good half a foot taller than Emily in my black stilettos (long abandoned somewhere in the woods behind me) looking so much more elegant and beautiful than Emily that no one could deny it, and yet he didn't even look at me twice before he sealed his perfect life. I spent hours on my hair, yet he married Emily. I was the most stunning woman in the room, yet he only had eyes for Emily. I gave him everything I had, yet he chose Emily. I'm really that pathetic.

Disgusted with myself, I drew my knees to my chest and threw a rock into the pond. I relaxed a little as my image faded. Because, in the end, no matter what I do or how I look, Sam's going to be with Emily. He loves her. Yes, he imprinted, but he still had a choice. And he chose her.

A tear slid down my face. The simple, uncontrollable human action made me shake with rage. I angrily wiped it off. I will not cry. I'd done that too many times. I wouldn't give Sam the satisfaction of making Leah Clearwater shed another tear. It ends today.

Because Sam was married. Officially gone forever. It was utterly revolting how I still had the sliver of chance in the pit of my heart that we'd end up together. Four year… That was a hell of a long time. A fucking lifetime in teenage years. All that gone with a side glance at my cousin. All that we built… Everything… Gone.

My dad… Gone. My heart… Gone. My pack, my normality, my friends, my… my life. Gone. Gone. Gone. All gone.

I could feel tears welling up again. Rather than glance into the pond and see my own disgusting weakness, I wrenched a rock the size of my head, out of the ground with sheer strength to chuck at the water when a flash of white caught my eye in the reflection. I let the rock tumble from my fingers and immediately jumped to my feet and turned around.

"I know you're there, asshole!" I yelled, fury burning my blood. If anyone saw me this weak, I'd claw their eyes out and feed them their own dicks.

A few seconds later, a figure appeared from behind a couple trees. It took me a good couple seconds to recognize that it was the blond leech, Jasper. That surprised me for an instant before rage quickly overpowered. I had never encountered the emotion-fucker before. What could he possibly want from me?

"I apologize for startling you," he easily said.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"By your tone, I infer that you are upset. I apologize for upsetting you."

"Stop fucking apologizing! Just tell me why the hell you're stalking me!"

Was it just me or did he actually just wince? "I wouldn't go as far as calling it stalking, but yes, I did follow you here."

Ha! I knew it! Confusion clouded my face, "Why?" I asked, forgetting to be rude.

He shrugged, "I was hunting in this area when I smelled you. Your emotions were so… strong that I thought the cause behind your emotional distress was something dire."

Did all leeches speak like this?! Oh, yeah, this was the Civil War inbred, redneck one. "Well, now that you've seen that I'm fine; will you please leave me alone?" I hissed through my teeth, not wanting to be completely uncivil.

He seemed to hesitate. To my surprise, he began walking towards me, stopping within a couple yards, "Your emotions seemed to be… particularly powerful," he said.

"Why do you give a flying fuck?!" I demanded, angry that a bloodsucker was trying to talk to me about my emotions. My blood boiled again. He looked sympathetic for a second before I decided I wasn't mad at him anymore. In fact, I wasn't mad about anything. Like all my worries disappeared and I was free… It was the same feeling I got when running alone with none of the boys around, when nothing existed but my instincts and the rhythmic sound of my paws hitting the ground. I hadn't felt like this in… too long. Sam didn't matter anymore. Nothing did.

Suddenly, I realized that this was all the blond leech's manipulation, and I should probably get pissed over it, but I was too high on this new feeling to care.

"I was simply concerned about your wellbeing."

I blinked. It took me a second to realize he was answering my earlier question. "Why?" I sighed, watching my red dress twirl in the slight breeze. "We've never met before and I hate you. Shouldn't you be delighted that you have a chance to sneak attack me?" I didn't know why I was asking these questions. I was simply curious and too stoned out to care about the weight of my words. I'd shoot myself in the head tomorrow.

"There's something… different about you, Leah Clearwater." I blinked in surprise. I hadn't expected him to actually answer my question.

"I know. I'm the only actual bitch in history." I said, rolling my eyes.

He gave me a look. Was that pity in his eyes? Cuz if it was, I'd have to rip that pretty yellow hair off his scalp… Tomorrow. Once he stops acting as my drug dealer. "No, it's not that. It's… the way you feel."

WTF?! "What the fuck are you talking about?" I voiced my thoughts.

A muscle in his jaw clenched, "I've been alive for over a hundred and fifty years, but I've never encountered anyone with emotions like yours."

I laughed bitterly, "Wow, I'm a freak to the freaks, too!"

Blondie gave me an annoyed look, "Don't say that. Bella was the exception to Edward's power and I wouldn't consider her a 'freak'."

I sniggered, "And look where they've ended up. What're you insinuating, leech?"

Ok, maybe sexual cracks weren't so great to make to a 150-year-old vampire. He didn't even seem to get it. "I suppose you aren't the exception," he thoughtfully said, half to himself, "but rather you have a strange effect on my power the same way as Bella does on Edward… However, that might not even be me. It might be you. Then again, it's Bella who's different, not-"

"You do realize you're talking to yourself?" I boredly said, watching a butterfly flutter its orange wings. Man, I loved being high!

"Oh, I apologize."

"Well, stop it. Just answer my question."

"Which one?"

Oh, now the leech had a sense of humor. Just great. I struggled to remember under the spell he had me under. Oh, yeah, "Why are you here?"

His cold topaz eyes locked on mine. For any other woman in the world, the sight might have taken their breath away, but I was unfazed. They didn't do much for me… Ok, I'll admit, they were ridiculously smoldering… and he was ridiculously attractive… and I didn't mind the whole surfer dude blond dye job, but he was still repulsive, as physically attractive as he was, since he was still a vampire and we were kinda mortal enemies… Too much time had passed. Why didn't he blink? Or breathe? Or- Well, not breathing made sense. If I smelled as bad to him as he smelled to me, I would stop breathing as well. Unfortunately, I couldn't control some of these things. Why wasn't he speaking again?

Finally, after flat out staring me down for a couple seconds, he began speaking again, "There's something about you," his voice was so low I had to struggle to catch it, "Something so… raw, so… primitive, so… passionate about your emotions. They're just so strong."

I blinked at him in confusion, "Cool. Is there anything wrong with feeling strongly?"

He shook his pretty blond head, "No, it's just that…" He turned to dazzle me with those absurdly alluring eyes of his, "Your emotions are so… intriguing. Prepossessing, even."

So he gets a kick when I'm a moody, depressed bitch. Great. "So take your little calming spell off."

He did. Immediately, I felt the consequences and rage, bitterness, and self-pity returned at a full-blast. "Why the hell were you messing with my emotions?!" I yelled at him. To my surprise, he closed his eyes and breathed in deep. His nose twitched as he smelled me, but his complete ecstasy overcame the scent.

"I wanted to keep you calm," he admitted, his eyes still closed, "I wanted to keep you from experiencing any strong emotions."

"Why?" I demanded, crossing my arms hotly over my chest. This conversation was lasting too long. Who ever thought I'd be carrying an actual conversation with a vampire? I was losing my touch. I needed my own time to bitch over my messed up life. This blond, movie-star-like leech was throwing off my groove.

Jasper's eyes snapped open, scaring me with their feverish lust. He took a few steps forward, out of the shadows that swallowed him up and into the direct sunlight. My breath was immediately knocked from my chest as he sparkled like a diamond in the light. No- diamond was too boring and ugly a thing to be used to describe his magnificence. Every plane of his unreasonably smooth, hard skin had burst into a strange multi-colored rainbow that outshined the sun. The visible skin he showed was like a crystal ball, reflecting colored light, every shade imaginable, into the air. I almost had to squint to look at him. Sure, I might be a werewolf and he a vampire and bound to despise him for the rest of eternity, but I was a sucker for beauty and this was just… unbelievable. But I managed to pick my jaw off the ground and stare at him with cool indifference.

Those molten gold eyes were going to kill me. "I feel what you feel." Duh. "You make me feel alive." Oh… no duh this time. That was rather unexpected.

I couldn't help but blink like an idiot at him, "What?!" That wasn't quite a declaration of love, but it might as well have been.

He groaned and closed his eyes in bliss, "See, even your confusion is more powerful than anything I've ever picked up from other people. I haven't felt for over a century. I never know when I feel something, if it's my own or someone else's. But it's never my own. I can't feel anything. I seem to only be able to feel others'. But with you, Leah, I feel. Maybe I'm just feeding off your emotions, but I feel. And that's enough for me."

I considered it. It didn't make any fucking sense at all. "Why do you want to feel confusion? Anger? Jealousy?" I wondered, "Cuz that's all I can fucking feel these days."

He breathed in deeply, "You're mad at me, Leah."

"I know."

"I like it."

I couldn't help but frown at him. He might as well be jacking off to my emotions. I should be put in the same room as Sam and Emily to get worked up enough for Jasper to procreate other Renesmees… On second thought, ew. I chuckled slightly to myself at my own messed up mind. I could see Jasper enjoying the side effects of my humor, too. He really was like a little emo boy. But most emos cut themselves to know that they could feel. No blade was sharp enough to cut Jasper so he used me instead. That made me laugh. I was Blondie's switchblade. Ha.

He raised an amused golden eyebrow at me, "Are you laughing at me?" He questioned.

"You betcha," I said, giving him a cheeky grin. Unfortunately, nothing I do or say can piss him off. He was too happy basking in my emotions. Humph. Why was I here again? Time to make my exit. It would be horrid for my reputation to be spotting chatting with a leech.

"You look beautiful, Leah."

I paused, shocked with his small confession, "What? And if you're just saying these things to get random emotions out of me, I swear, I'll-"

"Sam doesn't know what he's missing."

I fell quiet for a few seconds. Was a Cullen actually trying to cheer me up? This day kept getting stranger and stranger. "I'm gonna leave now," I said, picking the bottom of my dress off the grass and briskly walking away. As soon as I found cover, I'd undress, then take off. But where were my shoes? Oh, well, I could just-

"Looking for these?" He asked, a black stiletto dangled over his index finger.

I glared at him, "Should I even ask why you have my shoes?"

He shrugged, "Bread crumbs are harder to follow, Gretel."

So the blood sucker did have a sense of humor. "Because the little wood creatures kept eating them," I said, giving him a dirty look. Not at all amused, I marched right up to him and snatched my shoes away.

"I could eat your shoes if I wanted to…" Jasper mused.

I looked up to see those white, fangless teeth gleam. Yes, you could, I mused in my mind, not like I'm gonna let you, though. I twirled the heel around my finger once and sauntered off. It wasn't until I was halfway to my house when I remembered how I was supposed to be sad.

Idk why, but Jackson Rathbone as Jasper really doesn't work at all for me... No offense die-hard fans, but he's too little kidish for me. Jonathan Waud has it, though his face's a little too sharp, or a blond Sean O'Pry, who definitely has that haunted look in his eyes going on for him... Yup. A mix between the two is what I imagine... Really random here...

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