Okay...so a couple of things before we get going so to speak, lol. I do not own Twilight and I never will. Just so this is clear, this story is AU. So please, don't flame me demanding to know where Esme is. Other than that, critiques and suggestions are welcome. Enjoy!

My life was weird enough before I became a werewolf. My boyfriend, whom I deeply loved, had vanished without a trace and I didn't know where he was. And then, when he came back…everything changed. He wasn't my Sam anymore. He was something different. We tried to make it work, but it just wasn't to be. Now, he was about to marry my second cousin who had once been like a sister to me. And I was a werewolf, the only girl among a bunch of guys.

Sure, the pack was pretty cool most of the time, but they really didn't understand what it was like for me. And I know I could've handled things better, been a bit more cool about it…but I just couldn't then. I couldn't let my bitterness and my anger and my hurt go long enough to be who I once was. It was like the Leah Clearwater I had been was murdered, never to return. I wasn't going to be happy again. I wasn't going to truly laugh, or smile any more.

But just when you think things are set in stone…everything can change again. And that was what I learned the day I imprinted on someone that I considered to be a mortal enemy.

Jake had imprinted himself on Bella's daughter (now that was pretty freakin' weird, if you ask me) and Seth and I were trying to keep up on the patrols. My little brother was doing pretty well and so was I. I hadn't really wanted to get cozy with Jake, but I had to look after Seth. He and Mom were all I had left so wherever he went, I went. That was the way it had to be. Also, if I was honest with myself, hanging out with Jake was a lot better than being in La Push around Sam all the time. Why torture myself like that?

I had come into the house to make my report to Jake and he was with Renesme, of course (what a mouthful! I could see why Jake had started calling her Nessie. Much easier.) so I turned to go up the stairs. I was about halway up the flight…and collided with someone. I went flying backward and landed flat on my butt at the bottom of the steps. My head hit the floor and I groaned. It wasn't bad or anything, it was just embarrassing to be in such a vulnerable position in a house full of leeches.

"Leah? Are you okay?" a concerned voice asked from above me. I looked up, ready to roll my eyes and give one of my usual snappy comebacks…and my words died before I could even get them out.

It was sunny outside, a rarity for Forks and the light was streaming in through all of the windows that the vamps had in their house. Coming toward me down the stairs was the doctor, Carlisle. He looked like an angel from a painting or something and I wondered why I'd never really seen him before. His face was bright, just as bright as the sun and his butterscotch eyes were like magnets. I couldn't look away from him and I didn't even want to.

Maybe it was the sunlight or something, but I felt like I was on fire, like I was burning from the inside out. What was happening to me? Why did I feel like this?

Carlisle knelt down beside me and I noticed that instead of reeking like all of the other vampires…he smelled really good, like sandalwood or something. Maybe he used a better body wash than the others or something.

He cautiously began feeling the back of my head and I wanted nothing more than for him to just rest his cool hands on my face. Usually, touching vamps wasn't too pleasant, since they were so much colder than us but with my new inner fire, his touch felt…nice.

"Doesn't feel like the skin was broken." he murmured. I could listen to him talk all day and frowned a little. Since when had I been such a fangirl?

"How do you feel?" he asked, looking me full in the face. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't get my damned brain to work! He was absolutely, without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous men I'd ever seen and I'd been rendered speechless.

"I...I'm fine." I stuttered. He smiled before helping me up to my feet. His cool fingers still felt really nice and I wondered if I needed to go take a cold shower or something. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Sit down for a few minutes." he said as he moved into the kitchen. I watched him leave. Even his flippin' back was sexy! I plopped down onto the sofa and snorted. I really needed to get someone to take my out on a date. The guys in the pack viewed me like a sister, so nobody was exactly lining up to take me out on Friday nights.

Carlisle returned with some water in a glass, and an ice pack for my head. I wanted to say, Just put your hand on my head, but figured that would be a bit awkward so I took the ice pack from him and put it on my head. He stood there for a moment and it occured to me that his face seemed just like the sun to me.

Just like the sun? Oh crap...

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