Forget Me
Summary: Embry decides to do something "fun" for a change, with the encouragement of his pack members; he's going to have a one night stand. Embryxoc
Author note: So, I haven't actually read Twilight in forever, and don't remember too much about Embry specifically, but I had a story idea in mind and this setting/character made the most sense for it.
This might be one of my only stories that I've actually finished and have a cohesive plot. There will be 9 chapters for it. Hope you guys enjoy it. :3
Warning: Talks about cancer, family death, and depression. Also has sex scenes.
Another shot went down her throat with ease.
The shot glass hit the bar.
"Another." She said to the bartender.
"Drink that water, little girl, and I'll think about it." The bartender said, and slid a glass of water to her.
"Oh come on, I'm not even drunk yet." She defended.
"Do you remember my name?" He asked her.
"... do you remember mine?" She countered.
"You never introduced yourself to me." He said, and as he went to another customer, she realized that he was wearing a name tag. Unfortunately, they designed the nametag to be fuzzy, like a prop.
Or maybe she was a little more intoxicated than she realized. She would bet $20 on the first option, though.
Temporarily content with the buzz in her head, she turned in her swivel seat and looked around the bar.
For the most part, the bar was fine. Nothing particularly interesting or nice here; there was a new age juke box, sleek wooden tables, LED lights on the walls, and a pool table towards the back. The pool table was slightly obscured from some planks dividing the rooms, but she could see everything inside and it was connected to the main room.
Most of the people in the main part of the bar were with their partner, a friend, or a group. There was a group of people in suits, presumably celebrating after a long day at work, and were making obscene butt jokes down the bar. A few tables away, there was a group of older women laughing hysterically over the dumbest things. Littered throughout the room were other pairs or groups of fours.
This was not a singles bar. She'd made a mistake when choosing a location to forget her day.
That pale, cold, bony hand reaching to her in the sterile room, as if death himself had risen from the grave to possess that body and lay in that bed. Hollow screams as if the wind barreled into a dying tree and screamed into the night. The scent of flowers. The constant beeping. Beeping. Beeping. Beeping.
A group of men were left the pool area, and she found her ideal targets for the evening. All of them were definitely out of her league, but judging by the way they joked and teased with one another, there was a chance that one of them could be interested in her for a night. They were here to have fun, and she could appreciate that.
There were five of them, and all of them wore tight shirts that showed off their muscles. They were all over six foot tall, had short black hair, and beautiful tanned skin. Each of them were absolutely gorgeous, and the poor lighting didn't do them justice.
Three of them put on light jackets once they reached their table, but instead of leaving, sat down and took another drink of their beer. As they moved, she eyed their hands for rings, and sadly, at least two had them.
She looked away, trying to not be too obvious, and reached for her glass of water.
The glass was cold and wet, just like that trembling hand.
"Hey, fuzzy tag guy," She called out, waving to the bartender. He gave her a look, raising his eyebrows at her, but she ignored that. "If you want me to sober up, can you get me coffee instead? I don't like cold shit."
"Sure. I'll add it to your tab." He said, and moved to the back.
The group of old ladies howled in laughter.
She glanced back over at the group of handsome men, and found that one of them was looking her way.
His eyes were smothering, even clear across the room.
She winked at him, adding a slight smirk, and faced the bar again with a smile.
Closest people to her were the butt guys, and she didn't care to join the old ladies tonight, so she pulled out her phone for something to do. As she went through her small purse for her phone, though, she frowned when she found it.
Her new "phone."
She pulled it out nonetheless, and set her purse back down on the seat next to her. As she opened the prehistoric device and casually flipped through the limited apps, the bartender came back with the coffee and set down a small bowl of creamers, and left.
There was a text from her half-brother. She ignored it.
Tetris and solitaire were the only games on her phone, and since she felt like neither, closed her phone and set it next to her. Next, she put a couple of creamers into her coffee, a pack of sugar, and then started to drink.
The group of old ladies howled in laughter again. One of them was trying to get on the table to dance. Fuzzy tag was running over to make her stop.
When she glanced at the group of men again, she found that two of them were missing.
Someone tapped on her left shoulder, getting her attention, so she turned to look at them. To her amazement, the two handsome men were standing right next to her.
The one closer to her flashed a charismatic smile and patted his friend roughly on the back.
"Hi, my name is Jacob and this is my friend, Embry. What's your name?" He asked her.
"Candy." She answered.
"That's your real name?" He asked with a laugh.
"It is at night." She said, smiling back at them.
"How about my friend buys you a drink? You two can talk about how outdated your phones are." Jacob said, not-so-subtly.
"Sure." Candy laughed, and watched as Jacob patted his friend roughly on the back again, and leave to join their other friends. Embry awkwardly took a seat next to her.
"So, you're in the stone age too, huh?" Embry asked, pointing to her phone. She laughed, and when the bartender looked her way, pointedly took a drink of her coffee to show she was behaving.
"Actually, my iPhone broke this morning. This was the best I could do on short notice. I still need to order a replacement." Candy explained, and flashed the bartender a smile as he came back over.
"Can you get us a couple of drinks? I'll take another beer, and what do you want?" Embry asked, looking to Candy.
"Screwdriver. Please?" Candy said with a pleading smile, and to her happiness, he nodded and got to work.
"So, where are you from?" Embry asked.
The rest of their conversation was a blur.
She vaguely remembered telling him to call an Uber ride. Kissing him in the car.
And, when they were at his place, they stumbled inside.
His place was… simple. Clean. There was a couch, TV, and a few other things she'd look at later. Maybe.
She refocused her attention on the very handsome man behind her, and put her arms around him. She couldn't reach his face for a kiss, so she had to reach up with her hand, pull him down by the neck, and kiss him that way.
He pulled away.
"You're really drunk. I don't want to take advantage of you. You can sleep on my couch, if you want." He slurred, his eyes half-lidded.
"I came here to fuck you. Do you want to do that on your couch or your bed?" She asked.
They kissed again.
Somehow, they made it to a bed.
The room kept moving around her. Staying upright was difficult.
She pushed him onto the bed, watching him bounce slightly, and then crawled over him. "You're warm," She commented between sloppy kisses and trying to get his shirt off.
"I can warm you up." Embry said with a shit-face grin, and stretched to put his hands under his head.
Candy got to work on his pants, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down. Pulling them down was a little difficult, but in her drunken haze, she was determined. She pulled, she yanked, she nearly fell over, but she got them down.
When they were down, and he was completely exposed, her eyes lit up like Christmas.
He was built. And big.
And… asleep.
She blinked, standing at the end of the bed, and staring at his pretty face.
That was asleep.
His eyes were closed, his mouth partway open, and his beautiful body was completely exposed.
Candy wasn't giving up yet.
She crawled onto his body, kissing along his thighs, hips, abs, chest, neck, and face. She planted kisses everywhere, gently caressed him in very sensitive places, and watched his face to see him wake up and be ready to fuck her.
Nothing.
He was out.
She reached for the nightstand next to his bed and slammed her fist on it, making a loud sound.
Nothing.
The thought of continuing without him being awake crossed her mind, but she wasn't that creepy, nor that drunk. She contemplated finding his liquor stash, or maybe satisfying her needs on her own, but that sounded too pathetic even for her.
All of a sudden, her body became heavy, and she was tired from her earlier endeavor.
She lay down next to him, and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
1.
December 2nd, 5:15 AM
The sound of a phone ringing woke her up.
She groaned, wishing the asshole would answer his phone, and wished the stupid phone would stop.
Light was streaming through the open window. The air was cold. Her body felt heavy, her head filled with sand, and her pillow smelled strange. Everything felt uncomfortable and annoying.
Then, she sat up with a jolt, and fell out of her bed.
That was her phone.
She scrambled through the room, trying to find her phone, and found her green purse lying on the floor. Her tired and cold fingers numbly went through her purse, fumbling through the damn thing, and eventually she just dumped her stuff out. Once her deceptively hidden and ridiculously loud phone was exposed and on the white carpeted floor, she grabbed it and went to the next room.
… which happened to be the bathroom, but that would work.
She opened the phone and pressed it to her ear, and cursed loudly when it rang again.
She pressed the green button this time and pressed it to her ear.
"Hello?" She tried to say, but her groggy, morning voice gargled it to oblivion. While the other person spoke, she tried to clear her throat.
"What the hell is with your voice?" Her brother asked.
"What the hell is with you calling me so early?" Candy countered, and took a seat on the toilet seat nearby. The bathroom was surprisingly clean, and she appreciated that. Most of her lays couldn't clean for shit.
"Why aren't you at the hospital? I got here and they said that mom's been here alone all night." He asked.
"I've been there every day for the past damn month. You haven't even seen her in two months so don't you dare get on my case for not spending more time with her." Candy seethed, and tiredly rubbed her gross face.
She realized that she was still wearing the clothes from last night. She didn't even get laid.
"Didn't you get my text? I brought people from my church to see her. She was disgusting! She was covered in puke when we got here!"
"What did you expect me to do, Brandon? People in the hospital puke."
"I thought you would, you know, make sure she was presentable when we got here. I've never… I'm trying to save her soul, here, and-" Brandon spoke, but was interrupted by someone. They sounded panicked.
He didn't say anything for awhile, but there was sound in the background. There was some crying. Someone said "stand back!" and "get out of the room!"
Candy quietly listened, and gave a tired sigh. She eyed the shower, and wondered if Embry would be okay with her using it. Since he was such a neat freak, he would probably appreciate cleanliness.
Maybe they could finish what they started before she left.
As she waited for Brandon to tell her what was going on, she looked over at the window next to her, and found that it was still nighttime.
What was that light from earlier, then? She wondered.
"Mom almost died! Get over here!" Brandon yelled at her suddenly.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Mom just died! Her heart stopped!"
"Did they revive her?" She asked.
"I- yes! They did the shocky thing and everything!"
"She's a DNR…." Candy groaned irritably.
She rubbed her eyes, taking deep breaths, and pressed the red button to end the call.
She was finally dead. She was finally at peace.
Then they fucking went against her wishes and revived her, when they weren't supposed to. Candy was going to have some yelling to do that day.
2.
December 2nd, 6:30 AM
When Embry woke up he was… confused.
There was a cold draft in his room, which wasn't common. There was also a new scent of perfume that he didn't recognize.
As Embry sat up, he was even further confused, finding that his shirt was pulled up (but not off), and his pants were around his ankles, by his shoes that were still on. His boxers were by his knees.
There were small patches of glitter all over his body, and some kind of residue, which he soon guessed was lip gloss.
He sat up further and pulled his shirt down, and then stood up to pull his pants back up and button them. The bathroom light was on, along with a slight humming from the fan inside, and he realized that he left the window curtains open last night. Hopefully no one stopped by last night or early this morning, otherwise they would have gotten a very embarrassing eyeful.
Jacob would never let him live that down.
He didn't need that in his life.
He stood in his room a little longer, listening for his guest from last night, but heard nothing. His tiny house only made the usual sounds that morning.
All that was left of her was her scent; which, beneath the perfume, he absolutely loved. He could have spent all night just sniffing her, because of how addicting her scent was.
He loved how she smelled.
Remembering the coffee on her breath, he remembered his own morning coffee, and walked out of his room to the kitchen. On his coffee maker was half a pot still left, and it was about luke warm. She hadn't left too long ago.
"Thanks for letting me stay over last night. Sorry we didn't get to do more. Hope you don't mind, I used your shower and made a cup of coffee to go. I'll mail you back your thermos.
-K"
… and that was that.
He hadn't known her very long, but the idea of never seeing her again sent a sinking feeling into his chest. The idea of never seeing her again, never smelling her again, and never hearing her voice again genuinely made him sad.
"That's how one night stands go, Embry." He grumbled. "Even if you're a complete moron and fall asleep before the 'stand' part."
That didn't make him feel better, and an embarrassed heat spread across his cheeks and face.
All they did was kiss. He fell asleep as soon as they got to his bed.
He reached for a mug in his cupboard, poured himself a cup, and put it in the microwave.
Her scent still lingered in his kitchen.
3.
December 2nd, 9:00 AM
After showering, getting dressed, and drinking his coffee, Embry went over to Jacob's for breakfast.
Jacob now had a small house on the edge of Forks, next to La Push. He owned the house with his imprintee, Renesmee, though she was usually busy spending time with her family. Jacob sometimes went with her, but even though he loved her, he didn't love her family.
Embry rarely saw them together, but Jacob thought about her a lot. Their relationship was slightly strained from the distance, but they made it work. Jacob spent most of his time patrolling and spending time with his pack.
Most mornings, Jacob's pack met up at his house for breakfast. Sometimes they talked about their lives, sometimes they didn't talk at all, but it was a good bonding time for them. Embry enjoyed the closeness they shared along with the casualness of their dynamic; they could be as friendly or distant as they wanted with no judgment.
When Embry got there, the food was already cooking and Leah was at the table, quietly reading the paper and waiting for breakfast. Jacob was at the stove, wearing his wife's pink apron and whistling a tune.
As soon as Embry entered the room, Jacob turned to him and flashed a wide grin at him.
"Embry! How'd last night go?" He asked excitedly, and nearly dropped the pan he was holding. The bacon continued to sizzle on the frying pan, and he quickly turned to put it back on the stove burner.
"I told you he wouldn't be able to handle a one night stand. He's too soft." Leah said from the table, only briefly glancing up at him from the paper.
"I fell asleep. She was gone before I woke up." Embry tried to say casually, and added a smile and a shrug. "I guess it's not my thing."
"How'd you fall asleep? You were all over her at the bar." Jacob laughed.
"As soon as I laid down on the bed, I was out." Embry explained awkwardly.
"Next time, we'll add energy drinks to our booze. She was really pretty, too. Did you at least have fun before you fell asleep?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Before the sleeping part it was fun." Embry said, trying to keep the same fake smile from before. "She took my thermos, though. She left a note saying that she'd mail it back to me."
"Did she leave her number?" Leah asked.
"No." Embry said, his heart clenching yet again.
She didn't leave anything for him.
"It was his first time, don't be mean. Did your first one night stand leave his number?" Jacob asked, turning to Leah.
"At least he orgasmed." She said with a shrug, and gave Embry a pointed look.
"Let's go out again tonight. This time, we'll make sure you have enough caffeine." Jacob said, sounding determined.
"... alright." Embry said, and avoided Leah's piercing gaze.
Her dark eyes looked a little too much like Candy's.
4.
December 2nd, 2:00 PM
The cold air felt good on her face.
The repetitive sounds around her were near melody. Footsteps, conversation, occasional laughter, crying, and random cell phone rings. All of the sounds blended together, kind of like elevator music.
She turned the metal thermos in her hands, and took a closer look at the design. There were dents in it, making it look like a damaged trash can, but the design was purposeful. The dents were perfectly straight lines, the shapes a mix of triangles and rectangles, and the colors were a mix. Each plane was a different color.
There was a small Starbucks logo at the bottom.
She still had a plethora of hickies along her neck, which she had to use make-up to conceal. When she was in the shower, she also noticed that her body was incredibly sore. Her lay last night was strong.
He had good taste in coffee, too. The only kind she could find was an organic coffee blend from Hawaii, which she doubted was sold in stores here. That meant he probably special ordered it.
Fancy.
Her cheek still hurt from that morning, pulsing on occasion. When she had more time, she would go somewhere to get aspirin.
When Uber went to the bar so that she could pick up her car, they got there just as someone was attempting to break into her car. They used a crowbar to break the passenger side window. She'd been so unbelievably pissed that she ran out of the Uber car, without thinking, and sprinted at the asshole breaking into her car while screaming obscenities at him.
She yelled more curse words than she even thought she knew.
Of course, running at a guy wielding a crowbar had been a dumb move, but luckily he'd been equally dumb. Instead of hitting her in the head with the crowbar, he dropped it and punched her in the face instead. She kicked, scratched, and hit him multiple times, but he ended up getting away.
And then, when she got to the hospital, she got to deal with the hell that is Mormons trying to tell her what was best for her mother. Brandon was trying to get their mother off of the DNR list, despite their mother having repeatedly said that she did not want to be resuscitated.
If she had money, she'd sue the hospital. Probably.
Now, since Brandon was causing such a fuss, they were temporarily revoking their mother's wish to be on DNR, which was illegal as fuck.
She had made her peace with her mother's death already. So had her mother.
She was ready to die.
5.
December 2nd, 9:00 PM
The more he drank, the more difficult it became to pretend like he wasn't thinking about her.
Her long black hair, the curve of her waist, those beautiful small lips just begging to be kissed, that scent- oh, that scent was worth killing for. Just to be near her, smelling her all over, inhaling her, breathing her, being-
"What about that girl?" Jacob asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.
Embry looked in the direction he was pointing, at a blond girl at the bar. She wore a short tight skirt, high heels, and silk black shirt with the sleeves cut open. She wore more make-up than Embry had ever seen in his life.
Aside from lip gloss, he was pretty sure that Candy didn't wear any make-up. If she did, he didn't smell it on her or notice.
"Too much make-up." Embry said.
"Come on, you're trying to have a one night stand, not a relationship. She doesn't have to be perfect."
She was. Embry thought miserably, but dared not voice his thoughts. He knew his feelings were dumb. Candy was a one night stand, nothing else, and he got too attached because they kissed.
… maybe if he slept with someone else, he would stop thinking about her.
"Alright, fine." Embry finally agreed.
5.
December 3rd, 9:00 PM
Another day, another shit show.
Another shot down her throat.
Another shot glass hit the bar.
"Another." She said to the bartender.
This one was much nicer.
He gave her two.
6.
December 3rd, 9:00 PM
Another night, another girl.
This one had dark hair, just like her.
7.
December 10th, 9:30 PM
A week had gone by since Embry's first one night stand, and Jacob was getting concerned. He just watched him leave with the seventh girl.
They sat at a booth across the room from the door, and their first beers were near empty. Embry's bottles, the recent ones, still sat on the table near them. He'd practically chugged them, and switched to shots when he met a girl at the bar.
This wasn't a singles bar, or a party one in the slightest. This was a casual one, where the lights weren't low enough to seduce anyone in a drunken haze, but rather light enough for friends and family to enjoy a drink together. Jacob was honestly surprised that there was a single woman, close to their age, willing to go home with Embry that night in a place like this.
"I heard he yelled at Leah the other day." Paul said in a low voice, and glanced at the empty bottles in front of them.
"Yeah. He's been getting aggressive the last few days. I've been having him patrol more often to get rid of his extra energy, and I told him not to go out tonight… but he insisted." Jacob explained, still watching the door where they left.
"Do you think it has to do with his mom?" Paul asked. When she passed away, Embry had become distant and slightly aggressive, like he was now. This somehow felt different.
"I don't know. He hasn't mentioned her. He'd only had sex with one girl before this week."
"Do you think he's just… horny? Getting something out of his system?" Paul asked.
"I don't know. Hopefully he doesn't hurt anyone in the process, though." Jacob said, remembering all too well the guilt and anguish that came from Sam's first transformation. Emily was permanently scarred.
"How about we have a guys night at Sam's house. No girls. We'll keep the group small and casual, and see if we can figure out what's going on."
8.
December 11th, 10:30 AM
Her lay from last night kicked her out early, so she ended up at the hospital with nothing to do.
All she could do was listen to the beeps.
When her mother was conscious, she'd watch her yell and scream. How she was a worthless daughter, a terrible human being, and everyone was the scourge of the Earth.
In her yelling, she could hear the pain. The torture.
She was supposed to be dead.
When her mother started going on one of her rants, cussing out every type of person she could think of, Candy tuned her out and reached for the thermos on the bedside counter. She held it in her hands, admiring all the colors, and realized that there was a small scratch on the side.
She wondered if she had made that, or if that was already there.
She wasn't sure why she hadn't sent it back yet. Maybe she'd buy him a new one to replace it, and send that one.
The colors were hypnotizing.
Before she knew it, her mother was quiet again. Fast asleep.
Remembering that she had a new phone now, and didn't have to rely on the shit phone, she reached over to her bag and pulled it out.
9.
December 11th, 8:00 PM
Embry was aware that everyone was acting strange around him, but he did his best to ignore it.
They sat in a group, in Sam's living room, on his plethora of couches and cushions. Most of the couches were broken, to some extent, because of the shapeshifting wolves constantly wrestling on them.
Emily did a good job in making the house homely. The lighting was warm, the traditional decorations beautiful, and the house always smelled like something was baking in the kitchen. She loved to cook, and everyone loved to eat her food.
Embry sat on a cushion on the ground, similar to how Seth was by one of the other couches, and didn't bother messing around with Jacob next to him. Usually at gatherings like this, he'd end up wrestling one of his friends to the ground, but not that day.
The sound of Leah entering the house made him tense, along with the following feminine voices. Emily and Leah were having a girl's night with some friends.
"Yeah, I got a call about the room. She's showing up at my place tomorrow." Leah said, and Emily congratulated her.
Just hearing her voice agitated the hell out of Embry. He wasn't entirely sure what it was; something about her pitch, the way she spoke… something.
"You okay, Embry?" Sam asked, getting his attention. He was sitting on the couch, next to Paul.
"Yeah. Fine." Embry said rigidly, and glanced at his phone next to him.
This night couldn't go quick enough.
"So what's been up with you, Em? I heard you chewed out Leah the other day." Seth asked him, and instantly, all eyes were on him.
The front door closed. The girls were gone.
Embry shrugged.
"He's also been getting laid a lot, too." Jacob added with a smirk, which caused the group to smile and laugh. There were a few 'congrats' and air fives thrown his way. Embry tried to act casual, smiling and laughing with them, though it was forced.
"So why did getting laid turn you into a dick?" Sam asked, and the room quieted. He took the topic much more seriously than the others.
"Don't know what you mean." Embry said.
"You've been aggressive, distant, and not acting like yourself. We're worried that you're going to hurt the girls you've been sleeping with." Sam said, apparently not bothering to dance around the issue.
Everyone stared at him.
"You all think that I'd hurt someone?" Embry asked.
"... I thought we agreed to be casual about this?" Jacob asked Sam in a low voice.
"I have control over myself. I'm not going to hurt any of them." Embry said with confidence.
He never lost control with women. Aside from Leah, he loved being around girls. They were sweet, delicate, and he treated them like porcelain dolls. He never lost control or got angry at them.
"Why not just try dating? Get to know someone? Are you just looking for intimacy? Is that why you're going out with a girl every since night?" Sam asked.
"I was just having fun." Embry answered.
"Is it about your mom?" Sam asked.
"No." He answered immediately.
"There's nothing wrong with sex, Embry. That's not what we're worried about." Jacob spoke. "You've been acting differently the last few days. It's the way you act, the way you talk… you're different, and something is really bothering you. I tried to talk to you the other day, but you shut me down. I really want to help you, but that can only happen if you talk to me."
"If you guys are just going to interrogate me all night, then I'm heading home. Have a nice night." Embry said, no longer pretending to be okay. Jacob physically recoiled from his rejection, and Embry felt a small pang of guilt, but that didn't compare to never seeing her again.
10.
December 12th, 8:00 AM
She had overslept.
There was a note on the nightstand by her head.
The pillow and sheets were impossibly soft and smooth against her skin. She'd never felt anything so heavenly before, so perfect, and she wished that she could stay wrapped up in a warm cocoon all day. As she turned her head, further relishing in the sheets, she inhaled the scent of soap and vanilla shampoo.
She opened her eyes again, to the note, and read the perfect handwriting.
"Left for work this morning. Help yourself to the kitchen and shower. Last night was fun."
"Maybe I can seduce her into letting me live here." She pondered, delving and nuzzling into the soft pillow.
Normally, Candy didn't sleep with women. Men were easier to get a night with. When the opportunity presented itself, she was more likely to sleep with a woman, since they were usually cleaner.
She planned to leave her number. Hopefully Sydney would be calling for another booty call, and Candy could enjoy sleeping in this wonderful bed again.
A creak from the door caught her attention, and she sat up slightly, looking at the door.
A man was standing there. He wore a clean suit, had a dozen roses in his hands, and his face turned completely white when they locked eyes.
Candy froze, hoping this wasn't what it looked like.
As the minutes rolled by of just staring at each other, she suspected that her fear was true, and gulped down the heavy lump in her throat.
11.
December 12th, 5:00 AM
Embry didn't usually stay the night at their house. They usually came to his.
That morning, he woke up in a new room, a new house, new sheets. New smells.
There was a body next to him. Warm, soft, and breathing quietly.
She had bright pink hair that was sprawled along the sheets. Her eyes fluttered softly, as if lost in a bad dream, and she grabbed the blankets to pull up her bony figure. Her pale skin practically glowed in the soft light, pale as snow, and her pink lipstick smeared across her lips and around her face.
Her heart-shaped face and pouting lips were cute, especially when his cock was in them. This girl was great with her mouth.
Embry couldn't recall her name. He wondered if Candy could do anything like her.
Alone in his thoughts, the apartment deathly quiet, he let his mind finally wander to where he constantly barred it from going.
The girl of his dreams laying there, her midnight black hair sprawled along the pillows. Her thin lips parted slightly, just like this girl's, and her breasts leaning against the bed. This girl, whatever her name was, had small breasts and didn't seem to eat much. She had a tiny frame, her bones stuck out in too many places, and there were places for his hands to rest.
Candy had places for his hands as if she were made for him. Her hips, her waist, her breasts, those luscious butt cheeks. Everything about her screamed to be touched, to be ravaged, to be tasted. He wanted to delve inside of her, to thrust all of himself into her, and to feel her warmth.
To have her here, exhausted from a night of fucking, to hold in his arms… he would give anything to have that.
If it didn't sound so ridiculous, he'd say that he was in love with her.
In lust, maybe. He compromised with himself, but he still wanted to see her again. Everytime she slipped into his mind, keeping her away was near impossible.
She stalked his mind, his dreams, and his heart. She had a death like grip on his soul, as if the further he was from her, the more pain he was in. Being so far away from her, with no hope of seeing her again, crushed him.
Embry jerked, feeling a hand in a very sensitive place, and looked down to see a pale white hand on his dick.
The owner of it, the girl, smiled seductively at him and gently stroked him.
His heart sped up.
"Keep thinking about whatever you were thinking about." She instructed, and moved down the bed. Her hands moved, gently caressing his thighs and moving across his body, and she situated herself between his legs. Embry's breath caught in his throat as she leaned down, gently taking the tip of his penis into her mouth, and lathering it with her tongue.
He imagined Candy using her tongue that way, her head between his legs, and her hands caressing his balls. The girl's head lowered over him, sending a guttural groan from his chest, and he watched her with awe.
"You must really like her." The girl said, and then swallowed his entire length.
He moaned, breathing hard, and tried to stay composed.
She bobbed up and down, using her wicked tongue, and he imagined Candy doing such wonderful things to him.
She kept moving up and down, sending pleasure through his body, and he struggled to not orgasm too soon. This was too much, too much good, and he felt his end nearing.
"What's her name?" She asked, removing her mouth from him. Embry looked down at her, confused, and watched as she playfully rested her face next to his penis. His shaft rested against her cheek, and there wasn't an ounce of shame in those eyes or on those smiling lips.
"What?" He rasped.
"The girl you're thinking about. What's her name?"
"... you'll laugh." He said. She shrugged.
"Is she a stripper? Politician? Professional clown?" She guessed, and nipped at the side of his throbbing penis. He gave a sharp inhale of breath, not expecting the sensation on such a sensitive area.
"No… I almost slept with her once. I met her at a bar. She said her name is Candy." Embry explained with labored breathing.
"Oh! Dark hair? Kind of looks asian or something?" She asked, and Embry's heart sped up.
"You know her?" Embry asked.
"Yeah. She was a little… extreme for me. I've never seen someone drink so much liquor before."
"Do you have her number?" Embry asked.
"... yeah, but if she didn't give you it, there's probably a reason." She said uncertainly.
"She took one of my thermoses. I still haven't gotten it back." Embry said, amazed that he was able to come up with an excuse so quickly.
"Hmm… tell you what. I'll send her a text later, and if she says it's okay, then I'll give her your number. How does that sound?" She asked.
"That sounds amazing, thank you." Embry said, grinning impossibly wide.
"You're welcome." She said, and gave him a wink. Her tongue shot out, moving to the side of his dick, and maneuvered the sensitive anatomy with amazing precision. Then, she sat up, and crawled over him. "Now would you help me out, dear?"
Once her entrance was above him, his head meeting her lips, he reached down and aligned him with her.
12.
December 12th, 5:00 PM
Kikato stopped by the window of the small house, overlooking the backyard, and watched as two squirrels fought and played. They chirped at each other, ran at each other, paused to stare, and then continued running and climbing through the fir tree.
The yard was small, but it was surrounded by a dense forest filled with life. This entire area was controlled by nature, the air smelled clean and fresh. Most of the roads were dirt, the paths wound through forests, and at first glance, the locals seemed nice enough.
Kikato was honestly surprised that she was allowed to live on a reservation. She had thought that they were secularly Native American people, but the ad didn't specify her decent, and the woman renting the room didn't care.
The house had three bedrooms, and although it wasn't in great condition, was very spacious and mostly clean. Rent was cheap, the owner was very relaxed, and if she wanted, she could do house work to help pay rent. The walls could use a new coat of paint, the kitchen could use some remodeling, and some of the furniture was broken beyond repair.
Strangely, there were giant slash marks on the walls. The owner said that they were from a pet dog they had in the past, but Kikato had seen enough horror movies to know otherwise. Her working theory was that they were murdered by a monster hiding in these woods.
Maybe she'd work out a deal with the monster to bring it food, so that it wouldn't eat her.
"My daughter would live here, too. I want you to meet her before we make any decisions." The owner, Ms. Clearwater, told her nearby. "I think you two will get along."
"She sounds nice, from what you told me." Kikato said numbly. Leaving her mother at the hospital, alone, always made her feel nervous. She was the most active in the daytime and gave staff a hard time. "Is there a gym nearby?"
"My daughter jogs every morning, so you could join her for that, but no. There's not a lot in La Push, and you'd have to go to Forks or Seattle for places like that. If you like exercise there are a lot of activities in the area to do." Ms. Clearwater explained.
Kikato's phone started ringing in her pocket. She pulled it out and recognized the number as one of her mother's doctors.
"I'm sorry, I need to take this." Kikato apologized, and answered her phone. After they relayed the message, she nodded and thanked them, and hung up. "Sorry."
"It's fine. Who was that?" Ms. Clearwater asked.
"... how old did you say that Leah is?" Kikato asked, changing the topic.
"Twenty seven. She works as an assistant at the veterinary hospital in Forks. She loves animals. Do you have any pets?"
"... no. I like animals, but I'm not really a pet person. For me, at least." Kikato answered awkwardly. "When can I meet Leah?"
"You can meet her today, if you want." Ms. Clearwater said with a wide smile.
"Cool, that would be nice. I'm couch surfing right now, so getting a living situation figured out would be nice to do sooner rather than later." Kikato told her.
"You don't have anywhere to stay now?" Ms. Clearwater asked, her face falling.
"I've been staying with friends. I left my last apartment to help with a family member that was ill."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Are they doing better, I hope?"
"No… they died earlier today." Kikato answered, keeping her face straight.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Were you close to them?"
"I'd rather not talk about it." Kikato said, and she nodded in understanding.
13.
December 12th, 7:00 PM
That evening, during patrol, Embry ended up by a small creek.
The sun had set. Stars were coming out.
A soft breeze rolled by, brushing along his coat of fur, and he shivered despite not being cold. He shook his body, his fur coat moving with the movement, and he padded closer to the small babbling creek.
He lowered his head, lapping up the cool liquid with his tongue, and slurped up the refreshing liquid into his mouth.
Everything was quiet.
The crickets were beginning their nightly routine of chirping. Bats were flying above. Nats were coming out.
He could sense Sam's pack in the back of his mind, within reach but not constantly intruding in his mind. If something happened that night, they would be able to help him, and vice versa. Having the mindful space to himself was nice.
The downside to times like this, though, was thinking about her.
He didn't have anything to distract himself with.
He used to have this problem with his mother. She died so suddenly, so young… he drank and he ran to forget about her. To not dwell on the past.
He'd gotten used to ignoring things because of that. Escaping was easier than accepting death or the harsh reality of life. Focusing on running, food, videogames, sex… those things were easier than thinking about what hurt him the most. Because of that, people accused him of being distant.
Life was too painful. Too hard.
14.
December 19th, 9:00 PM
Another week went by. He didn't hear anything from Candy.
Maybe that girl had been lying. Maybe she only said those things to get him off.
Embry sipped his drink casually, standing on the sidelines as everyone else seemed to enjoy themselves.
Sam was hosting a "werewolf Christmas party." All of the wolves in his pack and Jacob's were invited.
The event was outside, to prevent more broken furniture, and Emily had outdone herself in preparing for it. Lights were strung up, tiki torches were lit, a campfire was lit, and there were large tables out with tons of food. None of the food would be left by the end of the night.
Younger wolves wrestled and played. Older wolves laughed and jested with each other over drinks.
There was a socializing circle that Embry pretended to be part of, but only occasionally listened to the conversation taking place. He was on the edge, blending in by laughing with them, but rarely contributing.
"So what's imprinting like?" One of the young ones, (Ian?) asked Sam and the other imprinted wolves.
"It's like nothing else. It's like… your whole world disappears, and nothing matters except that one person." Sam explained.
"It's like all the gravity in the world shifted, and now it's only taking you to that one person." Jacob offered.
"So it's like… you just suddenly really love them?" Ian asked.
"Yes but… it's extreme. As if you've loved them your entire life, but you didn't know it until you saw them. At first sight, you just know that you want to spend the rest of your life with them. As if nothing else in the world matters. That one person is your life, your dream in life, and you'll do anything to make them happy." Jacob explained.
Embry was a mess from just a one night stand… he couldn't imagine himself imprinting.
"When I imprinted on Emily, I did everything I could to ignore my feelings for her. It drove me nuts. I tried to focus on anything but her; she was in my thoughts, no matter what I did, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I knew that I would die if I couldn't have her in my life. She was the only one for me, no matter how hard I tried to forget her." Sam explained, and as he did so, Emily came up from behind him and wrapped an arm around his back.
Embry's heart fell, a cold feeling spreading through his chest, as he realized something.
He could relate to all of that.
No. No, it's not possible. I would know if I'd imprinted. Embry internally chastised.
But then he heard that voice.
That laughter.
His ears picked up, instantly looking around for the sound, and he found her.
His heart skipped a beat.
He forgot how to breathe.
She was there.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was moving towards her.
Nothing else mattered.
When he reached her, she turned, and he froze in his tracks.
"Yeah, yeah, that works out." Ms. Clearwater said, on speakerphone with someone. "I'll talk to you again tomorrow, Kikato. Have a nice night."
Embry instantly turned on his heel, going back to his spot, and felt absolutely mortified.
His cheeks burned with heat, he somehow lost his drink in the hurried daze, and to his further embarrassment, Jacob was asking him what he was doing.
The entire group looked at him.
He froze like a deer in headlights.
"I, um… thought I heard someone I knew." Embry said, and in that instant, he knew that he'd been wrong.
When he heard what he thought was her, his entire world stopped. Everything revolved around her, he didn't care about anything else, and she was all that mattered. She was the one for him.
All he wanted was her.
Embry Call had imprinted.