Author's note: … I am sooooooo sadistic to my characters. And to back it up, FAIL at science. So, if something doesn't make sense anatomically wise… just assume that it's magic. Or something.

Also know that it gets less serious and angsty as the story goes on.

Also know that this is a little clip of the ending, and that the next chapter is like... a month or something before this happens.

Also know that I haven't read the series in FOREVER… so I'm bound to make a few mistakes. I hope it doesn't say anything about my personality that I make so many Twilight fanfics…

Summary: An Embryxoc story. Two shapeshifters. Just mindless bickering or is there actually something behind it? Or is it just mindless hot sex and arguing?


Shifting Shapes Part 1: The Beginning of the End

You

Embry…

His hand is wrapped around mine.

"Look at me. Calm down. Cass, calm down."

I stared into red eyes, trying, willing myself to stop shaking. I held onto the warm hand that was wrapped around mine.

Embry…

Your hand is so warm…

It's so cold here.

"You're going to be fine! But you need to calm down!" Someone yelled at my face as those red eyes stared into mine. They were entrancing, but not calming or anything near mellow. If anything, they brought back… memories…

That hand around mine…

It's keeping me here…

It felt as if I was sinking deeper and deeper into an ice lake, cold waters engulfing my body into oblivion, sinking deeper and deeper into the black abyss.

"Cass." A different voice spoke, replacing the previous one. I was so deep, now, that I could barely hear it. New eyes stared at me though the water. Chocolate brown, soft, wet eyes stared at me. Tears were streaking down from them.

They're so beautiful.

I could still feel his hand against mine. It felt as if I were holding onto the flat side of an iron.

"Stay with me." He begged softly.

He's why I'm here. I thought calmly.

"Stay with me." He repeated. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

They're so beautiful…

The world stopped shaking, but my vision decreased. The grip I had on that holy hand faltered. The blood seeping from my wounds increased…

I was sinking deeper into the frozen lake. Any time now I would hit the bottom, and my ice body will smash into a thousand pieces.

But I can still feel the hand wrapped so warmly around mine.

"No… no… Stay with me…" He begged and pleaded, closing his eyes to let the tears fall and cascade down my face. His forehead against mine caused me to shiver.

I hadn't realized how cold I was until I felt his forehead against mine. His heated skin against mine. His warm tears caressing my face, almost burning the skin off.

All of my senses seemed to be in overdrive- everything was either too dull to notice or screaming at my face.

You're why I'm here…

Another small shiver when a warm object was pressed to the side of my head. Maybe I was imagining the shivers, because he didn't notice that I wasn't dead yet.

I haven't reached the bottom yet.

The rest of my vision passed. Darkness encased my sight.

The blood spooling in the back of my throat tasted horrible. I tried to cough it up. I failed.

I don't feel any pain… why am I dying…?

"I'm so sorry…"

No… I'm here because of you… I can't leave… I love…

"Cass…" He sobbed.

You.

I couldn't feel his hand anymore.