(A/N: This may or may not totally contradict everything Stephenie Meyer has said about imprinting in her books. That's what fan fiction is, so live with it. If you don't like it, don't read it. This is dedicated to Leiaaa, because she is the reason I started thinking about imprinting like this. I hope she reads this; otherwise there was really no point in dedicating this to her, was there?)
Fighting
Chapter One
"In a haze, a stormy haze
I'll be round; I'll be loving you always
Always
Here I am and I'll take my time
Here I am and I'll wait in line always
Always"-Coldplay, Parachutes
My fear that imprinting is possible for me comes reality when I see him. We meet eyes for just a second, and then I realize what has happened. The imprint does not feel as strong as, say, Quil and Claire, but it is strong enough.
"Hi," I say, as I walk up to him, deciding to be daring. "I'm Leah Clearwater."
"Um…hi," the boy says. "I'm Peter Lyons." He smiles at me, and the smile reminds me of someone. The person I really want. Jacob Black.
"I…have to go now," I mumble. "It was nice to meet you." I leave before Peter can give me any kind of reaction, knowing that it would make me stay where I was.
I run to Jacob's house, feeling almost out of breath, although of course I'm not.
Jacob answers the door, and I manage to say something that sounds like, "I imprinted."
Jacob frowns. "You don't look very happy about that," he says.
"I'm not," I tell him. "All imprinting does is take away my freedom to be with the one I really want."
"Leah, you know Sam isn't-"
"No, not Sam. Not Sam. You."
"Leah…" the word is no louder than a breath on Jacob's lips.
"So my imprint is made for me. I don't want him. I'm not going to give up fighting, like some animal in a trap. I'm going to beat my imprint." My speech makes me sound a lot more confident than I actually am.
Then, without saying a word, I press my lips to Jacob's, feeling the mix of my passion for Jacob and betrayal to my imprint. I can feel the two emotions create a tornado inside of me, which only makes me want to kiss Jacob more.
As Jacob pulls away from me, he mumbles, "This is going to hurt you, Leah. And I don't want you to hurt. Be with the one who is meant for you."
"No!" I almost scream. "I will not be like Sam! If he kept fighting, maybe he could have stayed with me. If I fight, I can be with you."
"Leah," Jacob whispers again. "If you're insisting on doing this, there's only one way I can think of that you will be able to stay with me. To kill your imprint. Kill the one who is meant for you. And that might kill you, also." Jacob bites his bottom lip.
"I'm a tough girl," I say. "As long as I remember you, I'll be fine. You're the one who's really meant for me."
(A/N: Don't kill me! I know this is probably impossible, but compared to a lot of other fan fictions out there, this one seems pretty believable (to me, at least.) This is a three shot or more, I haven't decided yet. Reviews are love! Even if you plan you flaming me for this. Hopefully there aren't too many of those people out there at this point…)
