First attempt at a Twilight fic, tell me if it sucks. Ha, if it sucks. Get it? Yeah, I know, rubbish at jokes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters, Stephanie Meyer has that pleasure, I am only manipulating them for a short while and then she can have them back.

And there she was. And that was it. The moment I had waited for. The one thing I had wanted for so long. Her. I had waited for her so long. And now she was here. Standing there in the back pew waiting to take a seat.

Pew.

Shit.

I was about to be married.

I shifted my gaze form the- my ebony haired angel to my brothers to see if they had noticed. I felt sweat glisten over my body and just hoped that people, everyone, would just pass it off as pre wedding nerves. That's all it was. I was as nervous as hell.

Fuck.

I couldn't do it. It couldn't get married to someone who wouldn't matter anymore. It wouldn't be fair to her. I don't think I could even love her like that anymore. How could I when I had the most beautiful, stunning young women sitting there? She was made for me, and I was made for her; the perfect match.

Her dark black hair shone with a reflection of the light that was beaming through the chapel windows. Her eyes were distant; she wasn't quite here. She was daydreaming and I was glad. If she were completely awake then she'd probably have seen me staring by now, right?

I once again checked quickly to make sure no one had noticed my obsessive behaviour. They hadn't. I looked back at her. Surely I couldn't have met her before. I would have remembered, right? She must be one of Emma's guests.

Emma.

Poor Emma.

I don't want to hurt her. How am I going to pull this off without hurting her immensely? What would happen to her? Would she turn mean and bitter like Leah did after Sam? Would she turn into a wolf?

I tried to shake off those thoughts, especially the last one. That just couldn't, wouldn't happen. Not to Emma. I stole a quick glance back at my angel. She was talking to a guy that I immediately recognised as Emma's cousin. Was that who she was? Emma's cousin? Shit. I couldn't do this. Not after Leah. Not after I watched the way it tore her up deep inside. Not after I watched her turn into a bitter bitchy person, half of what she once was. Not to Emma.

But I had to.

The irresistible pull that I had seen many times in my brother's thoughts. That pull to her. How could I not? I wasn't strong enough to resist and I knew it.

With that thought in mind, I walked.

Made to be a short, 500 word, one shot of what would happen if a wolf imprinted at his own wedding. I choose Seth because of the Leah aspect. This didn't end the way I had intended it to, and I'm thinking about extending it. Comments make the world go round!