I don't own any of the twilight characters or anything, this is purely for fun. Enjoy Embry, I know I would ;]
Embry's POV: One Dark Night
I can't take this anymore. I'm used to hearing thoughts of the pack when on patrol or even in wolf form, but this? This is just too much! Jake finally had imprinted on Reneeseme. Awesome right? Well no, mostly because we heard every sickening thought of how much he loves her and wants to protect her. I mean seriously, the thought makes me throw up in my mouth right there. I didn't want anyone to protect, or to love. I had too much on my plate as it were, so adding to that mound of drama and secrecy, well that wouldn't be such a good idea. I'm Embry Call, the lone wolf...or so I like to call myself. I like not answering to anyone, or more importantly an imprint.
I see my friends slowly loosing their minds with worry over their Imprints. I don't want that...do I? I shake my head instinctively, of course I don't want that shit. I want to answer only to myself, and myself only. It's been almost three years since we've helped the Cullens with their vampire problems (the Volturri) and I have yet to see another vamp, and for that, I'm glad. I just wanted my life to go back to normal...one where I don't have to lie to my mom about where I am, or who I hang out with, or why I mysteriously disappear from school sometimes.
Of course, that brings on a whole round of questions from Mrs. Call. Mostly they revolve around me getting involved with drugs and illegal crap (god, if only my mom really knew what I was doing). She'd probably be freaked out, maybe kick me out of the house. I wasn't willing to risk it, so I keep my wolf pack a secret from her.
"Em?" I hear my name called from across the meadow I sat in. I look up to see the worried eyes of Jake and Quil. These two are probably my best friends, but lately, I haven't seen much of them.
"Whats up Jake," I nod at him and make eye contact with Quil, not bothering to get up to greet them. "Quil, you don't look so good." I state. It's probably because of Claire. Poor bastard imprinted on a toddler. Try having to explain that to her parents.
"Sam said you were out here, alone." Jake says, stating the obvious.
"So?" I counter. I like being alone...alone is good.
"Are you-?" I hold up my hand to stop him.
"I'm fine, seriously. Why can't everyone just accept that?" I ask becoming upset. I start to shake, the tell tale sign that I'm about to phase. Of course, I'm not as bad at it as Paul is, but still. I'm known to have a semi-short fuse these days.
"Alright, Alright." Quil says patting Jake on the shoulder. He takes a seat right across from me and crosses his long legs over each other. It never ceases to amaze me how fast we grew up, looking more like twenty year olds when we were fifteen. It was really awkward for me, espically since I had all this strength that I didn't know what to do with. "So did you hear? A group of hikers were attacked today." Jake says, starting out slowly.
Right now, this is the last thing I want to hear. I'm already running triple patrols, I'm barely getting enough sleep as it is. I can't help the sigh that escapes my lips. "What is it this time?" I ask even though I am sure I already know the answer. "More vampires..."
"We think so." Quil gives me a small, sad smile. "Why don't you just let your mom know?" He asks, like that will solve all my problems.
"I just...can't right now." I say, completely frustrated as I run a hand through my hair. I had always liked it long, but lately, I keep it shorter. Sam thinks I'm rebelling against my true nature, against the wolf within me. Fuck it, I really don't care anyways. "I don't want her to think differently of me. Most people we tell are freaked out at first. What if she kicks me out?" I ask, putting my head in my hands. I can't be anymore frustrated.
"Embry, I highly doubt your mom would do that to you. She loves you too much." Jake says at length. It's like he's upset that I choose to keep this secret to myself. I shrug and turn my head away from my brothers. They are so concerned with me, it makes me feel uneasy. Jake had to run away to be at peace with himself, maybe I should do that too?
"Did running away from your problems help?" I mutter more to myself than to Jake. It's him who shrugs now, I can see the hurt in his eyes when he turns to me.
"I ran away because I didn't know what to do. Then I imprinted, so now I'm just where I need to be." I nod, already knowing the story. Fuck, I've heard it over and over, and over again in Jake's head when we go on patrols.
"I don't know where I need to be." I admit, laying out in the grass. The Cullen's had told us about this meadow, and it is really peaceful, when people aren't interrupting your peace. "I just wish to any god really, that I can find my place." It's quiet, like they are digesting my words. I hear a small sound off in the distance, it sounds like a scream. As if on cue, all our heads whip to the west. "What do you think it is?" My voice sounds scared, which I can't control.
"I don't know." Jake says, standing up. Another scream and my heart is leaping in my chest...but why? It's like my body is reacting to the scream, like it was my family or friends. I would do anything to protect them, anything...but some random person? For all we know, a vampire is attacking...
"Oh god, you don't think it's a vamp, do you?" Quil says as he stands next to Jake. If anyone were to mess with us, they would probably regret it...mostly because I am like a hardened rock, I'm pretty hard to break, but I can break your fucking neck no problem. Trust me, I've done it to immortal vampires.
"Let's go check it out." I suggest, brushing the grass from my jeans. The day is coming to a close, the sun setting behind the mountains. To any human, it looks pretty, but to an inhuman werewolf (no, shape-shifter) It looks absolutely gorgeous. The colors blend together and I can see each ray as the sun sets. Jake nods to me and I phase instantly. I love the feeling of my bones reforming, the way my senses come alive, and the way my heart beats with the anticipation of a fight. Oh how I love a good fight.
Another scream, this time closer. I look at Jake and Quil, who are both in wolf form and take off running. I follow the sounds in the forest while a loud snarl comes from next to me.
Embry, you need to be more careful, what if it's a trap? Quil's voice sounds in my mind. I guess it helps with the pack mentality, when we can hear each others thoughts, but most of the time...it's just annoying and embarrassing.
Let him be Quil. It's okay, we've got his back. Jake scans the pack mind for Sam. He's probably at work...what do we do? If I could shrug, I would have. It's not like I keep tabs on the Alpha.
Yet another scream and I know we're getting closer. My whole body is on alert, just by this scream. It sounds painful, like the owner is hurt. Instantly, my mind fills with worry. Why? I'm not completely sure. Jake comes to a stop right in front of me, making me skid into the ground. Jake's ears a pressed against his head and a long, warning growl escapes his muzzle. I wonder why he does this, until I see what he's staring at. It makes my heart hurt, literally. I feel this tearing sensation, kinda like a heart attack, but I know I'm too healthy to have one.
In the middle of the clearing is a vampire, with bright red eyes and long, mangled blonde hair. He's very tall, probably as tall as I am, and has muscles lining his arms and legs. He's snarling at something, his eyes fixed on the ground. It draws my eyes there too, and when I do, I wish I hadn't. A small girl is propped up on her elbows, moving backwards from the vampire. Her hand is clenched around a small knife, and I can see blood everywhere on her arm. This time, I give a growl. No one so small and delicate deserves to die this way. I take a measured step forward, wondering why the vampire hasn't noticed three large wolves yet.
Then I hear her voice. "Don't come any closer." Her voice doesn't quiver or fumble. Is she even scared? "I will hurt you." She warns in a small voice that I'm really not sure she can follow through with her warning. The vampire just laughs sending shivers through my fur. I growl again, this time the vamp's head snaps up to mine and I can't help the sound that comes from my chest. I take another step forward, snarling.
"Just what do we have here?" His voice is melodic, much like the Cullen's but different, deadly. Embry, careful... Jake's voice is low in my mind. I can't think about them right now, I'm just more concerned with her safety. What the hell is happening to me? She leans her head back, her hair is the prettiest color of brown (I never thought that was possible), and her dark brown eyes connect with mine.
In that moment my world is clear. The need to protect her above everything else. I don't care if Jake and Quil can see and feel what I am, I just don't care. I'm too connected to her. The girl's audible gasp brings the vampire's eyes back down to her. I snarl again, wanting his concentration on anything but her. "Well this puts a damper on my meal." She snaps her head up to him and gets to her knees. I can see she favors one arm when she lifts herself up off the wet ground. Night is in full swing now, the darkness makes everything seem dangerous, but I can see everything perfectly. One plus to being a shape-shifter. Before I can process what is happening, I see her arm (the one with the knife) connect with the vampire's neck. His scream is menacing, and I wonder if she actually hurt him. Can knifes hurt immortal undead vampires? "You bitch!" He sneers, pulling the knife from his neck.
"I told you to leave me alone." Her voice punctuates each word, her small hands clenched into fists at her side. She glances back at me, well the wolf-me, and takes off towards us.
"Get back here!" He bellows loudly, I give him another growl. The way she runs is exotic, I can see that her jeans hug every curve on her small body, and that the shirt she wears is torn and tattered, like he was playing with her. The thought alone makes me howl. She is extremely fast for a human, maybe it's because she's small, I'm not really sure.
what do we do? Quil asks suddenly taking my thoughts back to the threat and off the girl.
Kill him. I snarl again as my pack mates nod. I go around him, blocking the girl from his view. At least she is safe for now, that I can concentrate on the fight. I'm ready for this fight, this is one fight where I actually want to rip the fucker's head off because he hurt a human. No, not just any human. My Imprint.