Hello everyone! This is my first fan fiction ever. I've written stories before but they were mostly original. But I've recently become obsessed with Embry so I thought a nice little imprint story would be wonderful! This is set in the future, 2014 I would say. This makes Embry 25, my OC character 24, and Claire 11. Hope it all works out properly for the plot.
Warning: I have never read Twilight and have really only seen the first movie. Yes, blasphemous I know but I don't like the books much and the movies are just too over acted. So I am terribly sorry for those purists out there who know the story far better than I do. I tried my best to stay true to what I have read in fan fiction here before but let me know if I've made a huge mistake or changed too much. I'm not here to rewrite Twilight or bash it at all. To each their own.
~Scottish Melody
Myrna inhaled deeply, the scent of old books filling her lungs and instantly setting her at peace. She continued to restock the shelves, taking note of each book and smiling as she found her favourites. These were her greatest companions, and she treated them with a tenderness unknown to others.
She had come to La Push not long ago, attracted by the reservation and its rich history. As a social historian she loved nothing more than understanding the past of various cultures, the nuances of life that many overlooked. But she specialized in Native American tribal legends. Myrna revelled in the well-crafted stories that had stood the test of so many generations. The history, the strong beliefs, the faith, it all attracted her to ancient legends and mythology, of the trust in higher authorities that had powers beyond her imagination. Who couldn't love such romantic notions? La Push was the perfect destination. She was a fan of the cold, loving to snuggle up to a warm blanket over basking in the sun and she had a great respect for Quileute culture. La Push had everything to offer her, a part time position as the librarian for the La Push Reservation Library with the added bonus of paid time set aside to research the history of the Quileute tribe. She had been here for a few months, already having settled in an almost abandoned house on the outskirts of La Push. It was secluded and surrounded by woods, just what she had hoped for. Myrna had spruced up the house, making it her own and filling it to the brim with her books. In the short time she had been researching she had already become a self-professed expert. She loved the legends and had read them over and over. No matter how many times she had read them, the Quileute stories had amazed her. They were so powerful.
Myrna returned to her desk, waiting for someone to come in and need her assistance. There was no one in the library, it being a lull. But then again, isn't the library always this way? Very few love the library like I do, she reasoned. She sighed, deciding that it was a lost cause and began to research. No time like the present to get some extra work done. She opened her book, Quileute Legends, and began to while away the time until her shift was over.
Lost in her book, Myrna was altogether unaware of someone standing in front of the desk, a load of books in his arms. He cleared his throat a bit, trying to get her attention. Myrna, startled, dropped her book and looked up at him. He was tall. He was huge. She was unprepared for such a huge man to be in the library, carrying around a pile of books that looked like bed time stories…
'I'm sorry. Was lost in my old little world,' she explained as she righted herself and picked up her book off the floor. Gently placing it to the side, she opened her arms to receive the bundle of books. 'Returning I assume?' she asked with a hint of a smile. He nodded sheepishly, tossing her a large toothy grin. He handed over the books and as she scanned them she tried her hardest to supress a chuckle. Ella Enchanted popped onto the screen and she couldn't hold it in any longer. 'Good choice' she said, beaming at him. He smiled. 'They're for a friend's daughter. She's obsessed with Gail Carson Levine. She couldn't put it down,' he explained good naturedly. 'Fair enough. They are classics. I went through a similar phase.' She threw him a grin and finished her task. 'There you go. All returned on time.' He smiled at her and thanked her. His eyes lingered on the book she had put down earlier. He raised an eyebrow. 'Oh. Quileute legends,' she explained. 'I'm sort of your resident historian. I work here part time and research the reservation, its history and its culture, in my spare time.'
'Oh,' he replied, a bit dumfounded that anyone would actually want to research his tribe and their legends. Most people shrugged them off, fascinations of children without any real merit. He noticed she seemed different though. She didn't underestimate the legends. She looked like she respected them. But then again, she was a historian. It was her job to respect the legends. 'My name's Quil,' he told her after a moment. 'Myrna,' she replied with a smile, 'Myrna Adalon. Nice to meet you. Need some recommendations on more books for your friend's daughter?' I can give you a few.' He agreed, and she dragged him through the aisles, chattering on and on about this book or that. After finding a few she thought the little girl would love, she brought him back to the desk and scanned them in. As she was finishing, she heard a commotion from the entrance. Two more huge men entered the library, shoving each other in a brotherly way and laughing. She frowned a bit. Sure there was no one else here but still, it was a library and it had rules. Quil noticed the frown as he heard his friends enter. He turned to them, shushing them and turned back to Myrna. 'Sorry for that. They can get a bit rowdy sometimes.' He smiled at her apologetically. She shrugged. 'It's alright. Not like there is really anyone here to disturb.' She laughed and handed him his books and the two men made their way to the desk. Myrna looked up, hoping they would leave so she could return to her research in peace. In that instance her eyes connected with the man on the right, who was giving her such an intense glare she wanted to shrink away, retreat to the racks of books behind her and stay out of his way. She just averted her glance, gave Quil his receipt and went to say goodbye. But he beat her to it, introducing her to his friends. 'Hey, this is Jake and Embry.' 'Hello,' she mumbled. Giving a name to the man with the glare did not help her unease. This 'Embry' character set her on edge and she didn't like it. Quil noticed the tension and ushered them out, waving behind him as he left.
What had just happened?, she thought to herself. What had I done to upset him? He did not look pleased. She reasoned that she would never know, and was slowly losing interest in finding the answer. Why do I care? I probably won't ever see him again. Thank God. If I never see him again it would be too soon, she thought as she supressed the memory of his glare and shuddered. Myrna sat back down, hoping to lose herself in the legends and forget all that just happened.
Outside, the boys were considerably less rowdy than they had been a moment ago. 'What the hell was that Embry? Freak the girl out why don't ya!' Quil barked, slapping Embry upside the head. Embry just shrugged in return, not knowing exactly what to say. He couldn't understand what had just happened to him. He had an idea but he didn't want to admit it. Had he just imprinted? Embry just sighed. He had set eyes on her and it was like the world stopped. Everything went blurry in his peripheral vision and all he could see was her face, her shining green eyes, her warm smile. She had her black silky hair in a messy bun held together by black and red lacquer chopsticks with little silver bells at the end. A small smile crept onto his face. And then there was her scent, a potent mix of the woods, of old dusty books and of lilies. It was such an odd combination but it seemed to fit her so well. Embry was in shock at all that he felt. He had such a rush of emotions when he thought of her. It was intoxicating but entirely overwhelming. He shook his head to clear his thoughts only to hear Quil yell at him again. 'Answer me man. What the fuck was that?'
'I think I imprinted' he muttered, trailing off. 'No way…on the librarian?' Quil yelled, laughing loudly. Jake smirked. Embry could tell he had noticed the moment it happened and had been waiting for Embry to admit it to himself. Embry gave Quil a shove. She's not just a librarian… he thought.