Disclamer: i own nothing Stephanie Meyer owns everything.
a/n: Only second fic but be brutal yep thats about it. By the way I don't condone imprinting.
The Beginning of the End: You will be the death of me!
The sweet smell of his breath entered my nose the spearmint burning as well as it cooled. I closed my eyes afraid of the truth his presence was bringing. I was far against the wall trying to phase through it or to blend in or disappear entirely. If he moved any nearer my heart would burst into tiny pieces. His touch was feverish as his hand danced on top of my skin resting against my elbow and I felt the cool bead of sweat role gently down my spine, the chilling feeling causing my back to arch slightly into him.
The room begins to spin as anticipation began to clog the dense air pouring out a steamy fog between us. His being was like fire, it burned when close, his internal flame burning me from inside out taking the air from my lungs. He spoke my name once in his dark lilting tones and the world began to spin and the stars appeared; my control was waning. He demanded me to look at him but I shut him out pretending not to listen closing my eyes, ears, and soul. I wanted to become that desolate home on top of the hill, the one with the chipped shutters and dilapidated porch swing. The one we used to play on together but it is too hard. If I resurface if I let go of all this sorrow and brokenness if I look into those heavenly dark orbs I will be lost too him, stuck in a world between worlds, limbo.
His sensual fire would burn me a live form soul to skin, to look at him would be heresy against me and humanity. Who would needed another crazy woman thrown out into the stormy ocean waters of love? Of course knowing everything about me including my futile resistance against him he acted simply (yet brought on so much turmoil and devastation in me ) and tilted my chin up to him and like the little child I felt like underneath his massive person, I squeezed my eyes tighter. My heart beat faster tearing at my rib cage trying to reach him, my lungs who were in the way were working overtime in their distress causing me to hyperventilate. The world became light and almost seemed to float.
"Open your eyes," he whispered to me, and I began to fry. He was the sun and I was the stupid shuttle in his orbit, the fire was clutching at my throat making it hard to breath. My soul was dying as my heart began to rejoice in his warmth. What would happen, if I opened my eyes? My heart was taking over me daring me to do the impossible, to surrender to him to let go of everything. To peak from my eyelids to look at him, to see what I fear. What would I find in him, would I see sweet heaven or would I burn in hell?
I caved I broke the barrier letting the floods gates open and let my sanity drown. I watch in horror as the nights storm tore down my little house on the hill breaking it into two. I released my grip on my lashes, eyes flashing through the darkness in which they once lay to see him. I saw more than just heaven or, what we perceive it to be I saw into him a man, a simple man. I saw his being his essence; his hope, his fear, desire, pain what he truly was his entire being flowing into me. My heart body and soul were dripping madly with everything he was his essences filled me. I knew what I must be for him, what I must give to him to be his everything. Yet all the while I watched as he healed me, putting my cogs back together again. His strong hands and soul would fix me save me from my darkness.
However while I saw this beautiful new beginning I also how I was slowly being murdered. My sanity myself was being drowned and as my heart was basking in the sun of my new beginning Jacob. I Leah Clearwater was no longer free; I died. I was Leah Clearwater the imprinted.