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Tearing Me Apart

Summary:
Emily/Sam/Leah multi-chaptered fic. Set post-BD, Sam decides to find some of those acquaintances of Carlisle's and take them down. He has a new lead on the human killers, and goes on a three-week trip to get to them. Who does he elect to bring with him? The one pack member who has nothing to loose. Anymore. Leah Clearwater runs with him in dead silence, until one day she breaks down and reveals the truth. He finds he has a choice to make... again.


Notes:
So... my first multi-chaptered Sam/Leah. all the others have been one-shots. and this one may actually have a happy ending. Spoilers for BD. Adult for Leah's naughty words and possibly some innuendo in later chapters.


7. Chapter 7

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We take down another leech the next day. This one had those horrible blood red eyes even brighter than most. There was a corpse at its feet. I had to choke down the bile as I ripped of its head. It was female… the one they’d called Siobhan, I believe. A massive woman, but incredibly beautiful.

Too beautiful. I mean, it’s not like I’m hideous myself, but it’s downright creepy how beautiful they are. It’s weird. If she were human, the fat would have been disgusting. On a leech, it was mesmerizingly gorgeous.

Makes me want to kill things. So I do.

Sam gets to work on sniffing out the rest of her coven. Apparently, they usually hang around Ireland, but took advantage of their little trip overseas to hunt in a different range.

I try to stop the nausea again. I never get used to how callously and easily the creatures kill. It never stops being absolutely terrifying.

They aren’t human. I don’t understand how Bella Cullen didn’t see that, back when it would have made a difference. And now Jake’s happy with her sparkly spawn, so I guess it doesn’t really matter.

But it pisses me off that she gets everything she could ever want and I don’t have anything at all. She gets to be a vampire and have a pretty baby and both of her one-true-loves in her life and her father’s there and… it’s just not fair. Because I’ll never have any of that. I have nothing.

I phase back. I don’t want Sam to have to deal with my bitterness. My pain. Now that I’ve revealed it… it’s smaller, but it’s still mine. My problem. The pack mind drives me crazy sometimes.

Besides, what can he say, besides “sorry, sorry, sorry” and it doesn’t mean anything?

It never means what I want it to. I want it to mean “sorry I promise never to do it again,” not “sorry you’re going to have to live with this forever.”

I don’t bother ducking behind a tree to change. This forest is sparser, and besides, after that initial bout of shyness, I’m over it. He’s seen it before, he’ll see it again. Doesn’t matter.

Not like I want it to.

I just put the dress over my head and sit down, by his feet. He stays in wolf form for about a second, takes another long whiff of the air, and phases.

Cautiously, he reaches out a hand to me. I let him brush his fingers across my cheek, down to reach my shoulder. I let him lay his hand on the small of my back and step towards me.

I bite my lip and look up into his eyes.

They’re burning. On fire. Filled with so much love that it’s terrifying, really fucking scary. I’ve seen this look a hundred times. There’s two of them, and they hurt for me to look at, even from a distance.

The awed, worshipful one, and this one, the passionate, burning one. The imprinting looks.

Only Sam’s not looking at Emily. We’re somewhere in Kansas. Emily is hundreds of miles away.

He’s looking at me.

He’s looking at me and it means something, it means everything. He’s looking at me like he loves me, wants me, will be mine again.

“Leah,” he whispers.

I feel my heart start to knit back together, hopefully. I try to stop it. I can’t afford that. Not when he’s about to break me again, as soon as we head home.

I shake my head. “What…”

He presses the hand on my back forward, winds the other around my neck, bends to touch his lips to mine.