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Switching Scars

Chapter 1:

With a sigh, I nested myself further down in my seat and perched my feet on the glove compartment. I pulled against the seatbelt as it rubbed against my neck and collar bone then wrapped it around my knees. With my head resting against the slightly fogged window, I watched Lyre pump the gas from the side mirror. I drew small doodles in the fog with my pinky as I waited for him to get back in the truck. My back was stiff and my knees sore from sitting in the same seat for over twenty-four hours; just recently I got a headache and my chest started to burn. I needed to get out of the truck. He also needed to get better seats.

When Lyre re-opened his door, he looked at me with the same smile he held the whole trip; a smile that was forced and overflowed pity. He took his wallet from the cup holder, "You hungry or anything? Can I get you something to drink?" He asked the same thing every time we stopped or every handful of miles. "You should eat something soon; you haven't eaten since we left." He sighed when I shook my head. He hopped into his seat and shut the door. "Can I make you something to eat when we get to the house at least?" he asked as he started the engine.

I straightened up in my seat. "Yes," I said. "I promise," I added when I got a sharp look from Lyre. I slid my fingers through my hair, using them to unknot my auburn locks. I pulled my legs up onto the bench seat, sitting cross legged, and leaned back against the door. I looked out the front windshield for a moment before drawing my attention to Lyre. He'd grown almost a foot and a half since I last saw him, four years ago. He looked like a man now; his face was still round but has leaned out considerably to reveal a stronger jaw line and nice cheekbones. The large tattoo on his shoulder complemented with his russet skin that suited him more now than ever now that his muscles have filled out. His originally long hair was now cropped and spiked, but his deep rusty eyes were still the same as ever. Though, it really bothered me that he looked more than content in his cut-off shorts with the weather was cold enough for snow.

"You feelin' o.k.?" Lyre asked once he noticed me staring at him. I nodded and pulled my fingers through my hair once again. "Thank you, Lyre." I said softly. I realized that I hadn't said that to him yet. "Thanks… for what?" Was my cue to continue: "For coming to get me without asking any questions." I dropped my gaze to my lap. "I also apologize for calling you out of nowhere. I-I didn't know who else to call." I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself calm.

Lyre patted my knee with an abnormally warm hand, "Everyone is allowed one of those 'free' cards." His smile changed to one that was sincere and loving. "Everyone trips up. To be honest, I do expect you to tell me at some point but that's not until you're ready." He patted my knee again and chuckled, "I just expect the same someday." I couldn't help but smile.

I rolled my window down a crack to allow some fresh air to flow though the cab of the truck, and took a deep breath while I closed my eyes. I took several deep breaths to calm my head and stomach. I think it was nerves that caused my stomach to feel like it was in a vise-grip and my brain feel like it's about to explode. It's been just about four years since I've been to La Push; even then it was only a short visit when my family and I stayed in Forks. I met Lyre on that trip when my car broke down; we've stayed in contact since. I wasn't sure why it was Lyre I called in my time of need, nor was I sure on why he agreed to come get me. I guess Lyre was just a good guy. I owed him a lot for what he's doing for me: the two straight days of driving from La Push to Chicago and back, allowing me to stay with him even though we still hardly knew one another.

I used my left hand to lightly massage my stiff neck, and then slowly slid my hand down to my collar bone. A flash of hot pain shot though my chest when my fingers brushed the still new gash. 'Stupid, freaking windshield.' I though as I followed the zigzag line, over my shirt, along my collarbone until it lead between my breasts. I knew that it was going to leave an ugly scare, and there was nothing I could do about it. Still taking deep breaths, I almost forced my muscles to relax. 'I'm safer here, nothing will hurt me here.' I thought. I cocked my head back and forth in attempt to stretch and pop my neck. 'I missed the smell of here.' I rolled the window down a tad more, allowing the wind from the open window blow my hair around. 'It smells so clean. I could really get use to this.'

I re-opened my eyes when I felt Lyre's hot hand rub my knee again. "You ain't fallen asleep on me now, are ya? We'll be there in a few minutes." He still had his warm smile. He removed his hand from my knee and placed it back on the steering wheel.

I smiled lightly back at him. "I'll try not to." I replied.


I started to hear voices slowly crawl into my head. They were deep, assumingly male voices. At first, I couldn't comprehend what they were saying but slowly I was able to make out words and sentences. I think there were two or three of them, some of the voices sounded the same to me. Only one stood out the most; spoke the clearest. It was a deep voice, like he using his chest, whilst still keeping a light undertone as if he was keeping a hint of modesty. "It's not like I meant for it to happen! Another pack-sibling imprint is pretty much the last thing we need." It said. "Keep your voice down, she's still sleeping." A voice I recognized as Lyre's said. I took that as a cue to let out a groan from deep in my throat.

It took me a moment to pry my eyes open and keep them open. I lifted my head from the pillow it was rested on and pushed myself up. I was lying on my side, on a sofa, facing the back cushions. I pushed myself into a sitting position, having the quilt that covered me to fall to my hips. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my elbows on them while dragging my fingers over my eyes and forehead then through my bangs. I let out another throaty groan as I stretched my back. "Soleil? You awake?" I heard Lyre call to me. "Do you know that you talk loud?" I said back to him. I heard him, and his guests, laugh. "Sorry, we were trying to be quiet." I rolled my eyes with a smile, "Right."

"Come join us, we got food." Lyre tempted. I gathered my hair onto my shoulder before I tossed the quilt off my legs. 'Lyre must have taken my shoes off.' I thought when I saw my bootless feet. I stood up, adjusted my sweater, then made my way toward Lyre's kitchen and hoped that my makeup didn't smear to where I looked like a raccoon.

"Have a nice nap, sleepyhead?" Lyre asked when I rounded the dividing wall. I nodded and folded my arms across my chest, "How long was I asleep?"

"A good… three or so hours. You were asleep since we left the gas station." He said as he looked at the clock on his stove. Lyre was perched on his counter, eating an apple, while his three guests were sitting around his dining table with several packages of junk food and drinks in the middle of the table. "Couldn't blame ya though, you stayed awake with me the whole trip." Lyre said as he took a bite of his apple. I nodded as I dropped my gaze to the floor and adjusted my stance.

"Soleil? You remember my friends, right? You met them last time you were here." Lyre said, causing me to look back up at him. I tried to shake my head in an unnoticeable way. Lyre rolled his eyes and pointed to the boy that was sitting closest to me, "He's Quil." I nodded my head as a greeting at him; I got a smile and a wave in return. Lyre pointed to the next boy, "He's Jacob." I gave the same head nod to him; I got a smile and a 'Hi' in return. Lyre then pointed to the last boy, "And that's Embry." Lyre emphasized 'that' in a way one would point out a disgusting object; I assumed it must have been in a playful manner. "Guys, you remember Soleil. You should, at least, remember her. She's the one with broken down jeep, about four years ago."

When my sight glided from Jacob to the last boy, sitting the furthest from me, it felt as if my heart would stop. My throat and chest tightened as butterflies, no…bats, swarmed in my stomach. I could feel my cheeks heat up rapidly as my heart's rhythm fell out of beat and fluttered several times. For that moment, I couldn't see anything but him and his deep chocolate colored eyes. He was perfect to me: high, angled cheekbones; a strong and sharp jaw line; russet skin that seemed to glow. It took everything I had to keep my attention on his face and not his shirtless chest. My breath caught, "I-It's n-nice to meet you." I stammered out as I forced my palms to my eyes, breaking visible contact with him. I slid my fingers over my forehead and into my hairline as I dropped my gaze to the floor.

Lyre said something I didn't catch. I made myself look at him, "What'd you say?" I asked. I felt like I looked like a deer-in-the-headlights. He seemed agitated, "I asked if you were hungry." I was about to shake my head 'no' when I got another sharp look from Lyre. "You should eat something."

I tried to give him a polite smile, "I, actually, am kinda hungry." I said lightly. I got a bright smile from Lyre as he jumped off the counter. "Good! I remember that you liked Fig Newtons, so I got some at the store for ya before I left." He then tossed, felt more like a pitch, the yellow package at me. I gave a real smile to him, "Thanks." Somehow my gaze slid from Lyre to Embry. It caused me to relive those same odd, unnerving feelings until I dropped my gaze to the treats in my hands. I focused all my attention on opening the stubborn parcel.


Author's note: Well, I hope you liked it! I had this idea for a while and I finally decided to get it out. Just to let you readers know, this is not solely going to be an Embry/OC fanfic, oh no, I'm going to add in a deeper plot than that just to make it more interesting! And to spice things up, I'm going to have a Leah/OC later on in the story. She needs love too; after all she's been through.

Anyways, here are some explanations for this first chapter:

Lyre:

His name is pronounced like 'liar.' A Lyre is an ancient Greek instrument from the harp class. His name will make sense later on:]

Soleil:

Her name is pronounced like 'Soul-lay.' Soleil is French for 'sun.'

If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them!

p.s. this takes place after Breaking Dawn.