[x-x] grafted
2 [x] sam/emily
The night slammed its weight on the table with the new moon. It roared with the conspicuous chirping of summer crickets. She met him under his porch, pockets of light coming through the windows. His jaw tightened with a coarseness that betrayed his composure.
"You still don't understand," Sam said, bristling. "Do you?" Beady eyes leaned forward at her with scrutiny.
"No, I understand, Sam," she said, shaking her head. Her voice began to crack where it should have been strong. "It's you who doesn't get it. Look what you've did to Leah."
The faded light did nothing to soften the atmosphere.
"It's not my fault," he said, heavy air clinging to his words. Sam gripped the porch rails hard enough to leave marks. "I can't do anything about this. Do you really think I wanted to leave Leah?" He lurched forward. "Do you think I'm that fucking stupid?"
"Well," she sniffed, "you sure fucked up, Sam." A stinging wetness clung to her cheeks. "You fucked up. Leah won't talk to me ever again, and you -" She strained her words. "I don't even know you."
"But you let me fuck you anyway," Sam said devilishly. "You gonna tell that to your boyfriend back at Port Townshend?"
"Shut up, Sam. Just stay out of my life - and out of Leah's." Emily got up. "Please." She took a step.
"Where are you going?" Sam snorted.
"I can't stay here anymore," she shrugged. "I can't."
Sam yanked her by the arm and brought her close. "You're not leaving, Emily. You're my imprint. You're mine." The shadows carved depth into his rugged face. "We're meant to be. Besides, you whored around with me enough."
Emily absently nipped at his neck, pulling away immediately after she realized what she was doing. "Fuck you, asshole!" She pushed him away, back into the guard rail. "Enough of this bullshit."
"Bullshit?" An undertone of madness seeped into Sam's deep voice. He let a laugh go. "Bullshit? You fucking think I'm shitting you?" He laughed. "Do you know what I've been through because of this? Do you know what I put Leah through because of because of you?"
Emily snapped. "How dare you fucking blame your shit on me?" Her voice cracked. "How dare you blame me for what you did to Leah, Sam?"
He pointed a finger at her. "You shut up," Sam's breath quickened, coming out in shallow bursts. "Just fucking shut up!" He gripped the guard rails tight, shoulders heaving.
"Sam?" Emily said, tears blurring her sight. She raised a comforting hand. "What's wrong?"
There was a loud ripping noise.
"Sam?"
She had no time to move as the sharpest of claws ripped into her face and dug into bone.
"Oh my God, Sam!"
She had no tears.
All she could do was smile.
...smile.
[x-x] a/n
I'm not exactly sure on the details of Sam hurting Emily and Sam may be OOC since he's such an ass here, but wolf hormones might have something to do with that.
