Bella? Is that you?

Chapter 18

LEAH'S POV

"Come on!"

Kate shook her head, I wanted her to meet my brother, but she was nervous. I knew he'd like her, so there was nothing to worry about.

"No."

"He'll like you, kitty."

Don't ask, I called her that once and it stuck.

She shook her head, looking at me. I don't know why she was so nervous. My brother wasn't a shifter, he'd moved a few years ago. I knew he'd like her.

"Kitty, I want you to meet him, it's important to me. He's the only one you can meet. I was thrown off the reservation and ............"

I trailed off thinking. The truth was ............. My mom had found out about the imprint and called me a freak. Not because I'd imprinted on another woman, but that I'd imprinted on a vampire. It was a shock to me as well. But I care about Kate. She accepts me being different and that means a lot to me.

"Leah? What's wrong?"

I was standing by the bed. We shared a bed, but nothing more had happened. I wasn't quite ready yet, and Kate understood that.

"I ........... My mom heard about the imprint. She doesn't want to see me. She called me a freak for imprinting on a vampire. She didn't care about me imprinting on another woman, just that you're a vampire. I told Seth, and he wanted to meet you. He wants to see the person who is making me happy. That's what he said. But, she just won't accept it. I don't know why she's acting this way. I thought she cared about me."

Kate grabbed my hand, pulling me onto her lap. She kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around her. We lay like that cuddling. She held me, as I got upset and let me get it all out. I looked up at her, and she was watching me, concerned.

"Leah, I ........... Leah, I love you."

She ......... She loves me?

Me. The person who imprinted, after meeting her just once?

I knew I cared about her, but I never thought she would feel like that about me.

"I love you to, kitty."

She smiled, kissing my nose.

"Don't worry about you're mom. If she can't accept you, then .......... Well, you have me, and your brother. Along with everyone here."

She kissed me, and I lay my head on her shoulder. I really cared about her.

She started rubbing my back, and I sighed.

'I hate seeing her like this.'

I heard that and looked up at Kate, she was worried about me. She looked down at me, and I felt her squeeze my hip.

"Something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"Silly kitty. You could never hurt me."

She shook her head, smiling.

"I'm never going to get rid of that nickname, am I?"

I shook my head, smiling. She had made me feel a little, about everything.

"No, and will you please meet Seth?"

Kate groaned, as I looked up at her.

"Fiiiiine. You know I can't say no when you look at me like that!"

I laughed, she was write. She couldn't resist my, 'puppy dog eyes,' look.

"I know. But, you wouldn't have agreed if I hadn't done that."

She mumbled something, but I heard something about me being cute.

I kissed her and cuddled in beside her. I felt better now, that she supported me when my mom didn't.

HOPE'S POV

The more I thought about it, the more I realised I did like her. But, would she hurt me the way Jasper did? She seemed nice, but I was afraid to trust her.

I was out in the woods walking and saw a flash of white fur.

"Hayley?"

A small white fox turned and looked at me. She walked over, as I sat down. She phased and sat next to me. There were a few leaves in her hair, and I laughed, picking them out. She must have been running through something.

"I'm not going to ask where those came from. Are you feeling OK?"

She nodded, shaking her head.

"I was running and they got stuck in my fur. I can't get everything OK, when I'm like that. I'm feeling fine, Lucas was bothering me, and running like that, helps me set off steam."

I nodded, and she stretched. Had she hurt herself?

"Hey, did you hurt yourself?"

"No, I'm OK. What about you?"

I knew she meant to ask was I OK, and nothing else, and I nodded. I didn't know what I wanted to do, and wanted to think about it. I spent a little while with her, and went home. I knew I needed to think about this, and spent the rest of the day and night thinking. The more I thought, the more I realised that I needed to talk to her. I knew I was afraid that she would hurt me, but I needed to talk to her. She could be the person I need who will show me that I can trust her, and help me get over what he did.