*A/N: Why am I always so nervous to start a new story?! Alright, so, this is just another story that I've had in my head for what seems like forever! I've always loved the Seth and Lizzie story in my head, but there's something about this one too that has had its place in my heart for a long time now. Now, I'm happy I get to share it with you!
For a long time after I read Breaking Dawn, I thought about how the Jake and Nessie relationship would work itself out. I had a million stories in my mind and it wasn't until I found fanfiction that I realized that people actually wrote stories about Jake and Nessie! Lol . . . I spent many months reading over dozens of stories that were similar to those I had in my head and others that were completely different than I had imagined. I fell in love with so many of those stories, but eventually I stopped wondering about Jake and Nessie's lives and began wondering about their children.
This is where I found my major obsession – the children of Jake and Nessie, grand-children of Bella and Edward. I found myself loving the idea of, and quite frankly wishing I could be, their daughter lol . . . and a million storylines about their daughter (and a sexy son) fell into my head. So, if you are a reader of This Is Me, you know one of those stories. Here, you'll find another.
I really don't plan out my stories perfectly. I like to see where they take themselves and sometimes, I surprise myself by finding new twists and turns. Lol . . . for that reason, among many obvious others, I doubt I could ever be a professional writer. I have however found a particular passion for writing fanfiction!
Oh, and to give credit where it is due – almost all of these characters belong to the lovely Stephanie Meyer. And just to get a little imagery going here – I tend to picture my wolves as being older, manlier, than what they are like in the books or movies. No disrespect intended to the author, cast directors or actors, but I like older guys, always have. Lol and so I picture the wolves (Jake, Seth, Sam, Embry, Quil, etc) to look around 30-35 years old.
****And for this story, let's pretend wolves aren't stinky to vampires. Instead, let's pretend their blood smells really yummy to vamps! Hehe***
My chapters are usually pretty long, but this is just to get us started so it will be very short.
Oh and I do write lemons, so you've been warned!
I'll shut up now and let you read! I really hope you like it!
Title: "The Abandoned Wolf's Lover"
Chapter 1 – Middle of Nowhere
Third Person Point of View
He walked into the tiny bar located in some tiny town in Missouri, surrounded by twenty miles of nothing but forestry. The bar was dark and filled with smoke. The smell of tobacco and alcohol hit him as strong as smelling salts. An old Hank Williams song played on the run-down jukebox, "I'm So Lonesome, I Could Cry." He grinned and thought I hear ya, Hank. He scanned the crowded room filled with drunks, and quickly found his target.
Her back was to him as she sat at the long bar. But, he didn't need any more of her to see that she was beautiful. They all were. She had long, red hair that curled and twisted beautifully down her back, hugging her perfectly-shaped hips. He shook his head as she laughed and charmed her way through a conversation with the two unsuspecting boys that sat on each side of her. He frowned at the sight. Those boys couldn't have been over twenty-years of age, and yet, they were doomed. She'll break their hearts, he thought.
He strolled through the room until he found an empty stool at the bar. He sat and waited for the bartender to offer him something to drink. The bartender was no doubt a Harley-lover. He'd decked himself out from head to toe in Harley-Davidson gear. He was a large man and looked to be in his mid-forties. He approached his new client without fear, a very unusual reaction indeed.
The bartender spoke in a husky, raspy voice, suggesting he'd spent far too many years smoking pack after pack of cigarettes, "Don't believe I've ever seen you before."
"Nope. I've never been to this part of the country."
"Hmph," grunted the bartender. "Well, this here's my bar and I don't like not knowin' who's in it. So, why don't you go on ahead and tell me your name."
"Embry," he said, offering the man his hand and a broad, white smile. "Embry Call."
The owner of the bar shook Embry's hand, grinning widely, "Fred Johnson. Good to meet ya. Now that I know who you are, what can I get ya to drink?"
"Make it the best bourbon you've got."
"Fred gave a sharp nod of approval and said, "I like you already. So, where's about you from?"
"Northeast," answered Embry, "up around Seattle." He took the shot glass Fred offered him, filled with bourbon he could already smell. His sharp senses picking up the sweet scent from across the counter.
"Seattle, huh? Ain't never been up there. What brings you to these parts?" Fred asked, already friendly with his new customer.
"Oh, just . . . hunting," responded Embry.
Fred looked a little confused. "Huntin? Huntin' season ain't for another couple of weeks." Fred checked the calendar that hung on the wall behind him. October 15th, 2036. "Yep. Two more weeks till Huntin' Season."
"Guess you could say, I'm just getting set-up," Embry signaled for another shot. He downed it the moment Fred passed the small glass back to him. Fred accepted his story willingly and they continued their small-talk for another half-hour.
But, as attentive as Embry may have seemed to the bartender and anyone else who may have been watching him, Embry was actually focusing most of his attention on the beautiful red-head that sat only five stools down. She was still giggling and mesmerizing the men who were surrounding her, which by the time the half-hour had passed, had grown to six. She laughed and touched them playfully. A small touch on the cheek, on the forearm, on the hand, on the chest. They were putty in her hands. She had them right where she wanted them.
She was good. He would give her that. But, why she was taking the time to play with them he couldn't understand. Hell, he couldn't understand half the shit they did most of the time.
After he had drunk nearly half the bottle of whiskey, he decided it was time to intervene. She wouldn't get to play her game all night long. After all, he had other places he needed to be, other things he needed to do. He stood and pushed his way through the swarm of men that encircled her. That pissed some of them off.
One particularly wasted, scrawny guy shouted, "Hey! I am standing here!" The drunk turned to his friends and showing all the pathetic male-bravado he could muster, he signaled toward Embry and said, "Look at this! Big, big man comes in here. In our bar. Ain't even welcome here an' then he goes an' interrupts me while I'm talkin' to the lady!" He turned his head back to face Embry and said, "Fuckin' freak! Learn some damn manners you son-uva-bitch!"
Embry smiled, entirely relaxed and responded, "You're right. But, you see, I just couldn't hold myself back any longer." He returned his attention to the red-head whose nostrils were flaring as she discreetly sniffed the air around him. He recognized the look of hunger in those dark, brown eyes. She was thirsty. "But, I was hoping this lovely lady would want to accompany me somewhere else."
She looked him up and down, unsure of him. She'd recognized something different in him as they always did. But, as their pride and confidence always won as well, she became smug and playful once again. "And where's that?" she purred. Her voice was angelic.
He grinned back at her and took another step towards her. "Wherever you want. Any place but here." That usually threw them off. Their beauty often kept others away from them, or from being too forward with them. But, they liked it. In fact, it was how he usually got the female ones. Sex.
She narrowed her eyes at him, challenging, waiting for him to back down. But he held her gaze. Strong and confident in himself. He lifted an eyebrow, a cocky, but silent question, So?
The drunk beside him started again, "Aw! Now c'mon! She don't wanna be seen with the likes of you. This here's a classy gal and she's gonna want a man that's gonna treat 'er real nice. Not some stranger that walks up to 'er and talks to 'er like you been doin'!"
She stopped him before he could continue, holding up one hand and silencing him. She never took her eyes of Embry and he never took his off hers. "Fine. Let's go," she conceded. Embry smiled. Triumph. She was his now.
He paid Fred for their drinks and walked out of the bar with the most beautiful woman that had been in there. Once outside, he offered to help her with her coat. She accepted. As he stood behind her, watching as she tucked one arm at a time into each sleeve, she asked, "So, where do you want to go?"
"How about for a walk?" He suggested. They really should have seen it coming. But, they were just too damn egotistical. Every last one of them.
She looked out into the darkness, nothing but pitch black. "Out there?" He nodded, but said nothing. She smiled sweetly at him. "You're not afraid to go out into the dark?"
He shook his head from side to side, grinning cockily. "No. Are you?"
"I'm not afraid of anything," she responded. With those words, he gestured for them to start walking. He offered her his arm and she took it willingly.
"So," she began, "you seem incredibly sure of yourself. Coming up to me in the bar the way you did."
He smiled. "Years of practice."
"Are you admitting to having seduced many women over the years?" she inquired, a teasing tone in her sultry voice. She stroked his arm lightly with her cool touch.
"You could say that," he answered. They continued to walk for several minutes, away from the lights of the bar and into the darkness of the unknown.
She stopped, turned to him and shoved his back playfully into a large tree. He chuckled. She moved towards him, a predator clearly after her prey. She placed her white, porcelain hand on his chest and skillfully ran her fingers up his chest, to his neck and into his short, black hair. "You are very sexy," she purred. "I could quite literally eat you."
Her full, red lips were centimeters from his. "Mmm. I bet you could."
"And your confidence? So appealing," she inhaled deeply, "I could certainly spend decades playing with you." She moved to kiss him, but he stopped her, moving out of her grasp, away from the tree.
She watched him carefully with her sharp eyes as he moved around her. "You aren't like anyone I've ever known," she whispered, doubt and intrigue soaking her voice, "but, I like it. You're different."
Again, Embry smiled at her. He took a few steps back. "Do you really want to play with me?" he asked, sex dripping in his deep voice.
Her eyes flashed. "Yes."
That was just the word he wanted to hear. Not that he wouldn't have done it anyway. "Turn around," he demanded.
She giggled and did as she was told. "Now what?"
It only lasted for a few seconds. He phased. Became the wolf that dominated his spirit.
She turned, pure shock and confusion clouding her perfect features. Clearly she had never heard of such a creature existing.
She tried to run. But, he jumped in front of her.
She tried to attack, but he was already prepared.
She sprang, growling and hissing.
He sprang, growling, too.
They collided mid-air.
He caught her by the throat and with one terrific snap of his jaw, her head went flying across the forest floor. Her body flailed about until he was able to chomp it into pieces as well.
When he was finished, he phased back into his human form. He went to where the remains of his jeans lay in the dirt, removed the lighter he always carried with him and set fire to the remains of the red-headed vampire.
He stood naked as the flames danced before him. In the dark he whispered, "You were right. I am different."
*A/N: Okay, so? Should I keep going? Is anyone interested? I hope so! Please review and let me know!