Chapter 3:

Embry POV:

"Emerald…I"

"What the hell is this?" She balled her fists together, and furrowed her eyebrows. She looked so fierce and beautiful I couldn't speak.

Jake finally nudged me.

"Um…I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Emerald, we all ask that you listen, nothing more." Carlisle stepped to her side and put his hand on the small of her back, gently implying for her to move forward.

"Alright, tell me what I need to know." She was still angry, arms folded across her chest, eyes seemingly piercing through my soul.

"Well, do you know what imprinting is?"

"You said all I had to do was listen."

"…I'll take that as a no. Well, it's how Jake feels about Nessie. You probably know by now that there's more to their relationship than meets the eye. Jacob imprinted on Renesme. It's a sort of devotion he has to her, is happens to us, wolves I mean. It's irreversible. She is his other half, his reason for living."

"I understand. But what does this have to do with anything?" She let her boredom drip from every word.

"Well…you see…today in your class, when I first looked into your eyes…I."

I couldn't say it. She would be so angry, and all I wanted to do was make her happy. Such a fucking vicious cycle.

I looked up at her. She knew what I was trying to say, it showed all over her shocked, angry, and ridiculously beautiful face.

"You…you imprinted on me?!"

"Yes." I hung my head, ran my hand through my hair. She stepped forward, grabbed my hair, ripped my head up so I was looking at her.

"We need to have a talk, somewhere else."

"Uh…okay, where?" What more did she want to know? She couldn't want to fight me could she? There would have been no way I could have fought back. I could never hurt her…

"Why not go to your place Em?" Jake said from behind me.

Her hand was still in my hair, she was still doing the soul-piercing glare. She ripped my head up again, so that I had to stand or get my scalp ripped from my head.

"Let's go."

"Follow me."

I phased, so we could actually run.

We got to my house, and the lights were on, which was a little odd. I guess I'd probably forgotten to turn them off when I left in the morning.

"What the…"

"What is it?"

"I thought you lived alone."

"I do."

"Well I think you have a visitor."

I stepped through the front door, and the heat was on too, which I never used. Then it hit me…she was here…shit shit shit.

"I'll…be right back."

"Embry! Is that you? It's about time."

I stepped into my room, and there was Heather, laying on my bed, completely naked, twirling a condom around in her hand.

"Um…Jesus, Heather put some clothes on."

"Well, what have we here?" Emerald sauntered to my side, trying to hide a smile.

"Heather was just…leaving." I said, to both of them.

She grabbed her clothes up, and shoved the door in my face. A few minutes later, she emerged, stormed past me, fully clothed, and without saying a word, continued through my still open front door.

"Emerald, I'm so sorry I…"

"It doesn't matter, right? You're irreversibly devoted to me now." The sarcasm hung on every word. She was circling me, in the most seductive way.

"I invited her over before that happened. Or well, she invited herself over."

"Uh huh."

She was still circling me, concentrating. I was getting annoyed, so I grabbed her around the waist to stop her.

"Why did you want to come here?"

"Because I don't believe you."

I knew she wouldn't. Who in their right mind would? Especially with her…history.

"Listen to me. There is nothing in my world that matters more than you do now. It doesn't make sense, but that's the way it is. All I ask is that you give me a chance."

My desperation was almost pathetic, it dripped from every word. I had to make her believe me, I had no other choice.

"Give you a chance to do what?"

"Take care of you, love you. Well, I already love you, but I…want you to return the favor."

"So, you have some sort of weird wolfy connection to me, and I'm just supposed to tag along for the ride without even getting to know you first?"

"I never said you couldn't get to know me first."

"Well, alright then." She smiled. It was the first time I had seen her smile, and then I knew that I was going to have to fight hard for her. I couldn't bear to lose her. Her deliciously full lips were almost taunting me. I had to make a conscious effort not to lean towards her, pull her against me…

"Let's play a little game." She grabbed my hand that was resting on her hip and pulled me towards my ratty little sofa, and gestured for me to sit.

"I'll be right back."

She left for a moment. I heard her go into my bedroom, close the door, and then she was quiet. She opened the door, and she smelled different. She came around the corner, and she wasn't a vampire anymore.

"So, you can switch back and forth?"

"Yup." She plopped down on the couch next to me. She was so buoyant, almost happy, such a shocking change to her fierce expression at the Cullen's place.

"Alright, so we go back and forth asking each other questions. Whoever refuses to answer a question first looses, so make them good."

She smiled again, deviously beautifully. It was like everything was in slow motion as I watched her lips pull back…I had to try not to lean forward again.

"I…don't know what to ask. You go first."

"Hmm. Okay." She smiled again.

"How many people have you killed?"

"Humans? None. Vampires, quite a few, but I've never killed one single handedly. Probably 7 or 8."

I was so confused. Why was she doing this? Why was she all of a sudden so happy?

"Alright, my turn. Why are you so happy now and you seemed so furious earlier?"

"Uh…well first because I thought your pathetic little friend that was here was hilarious, and because maybe I realized on the way here, that just because you're a werewolf doesn't mean that you're a horrible person."

"Oh." was my ingenious response. Maybe I really did have a chance at this, at her. At that moment I started feeling something that I hadn't felt in a long time. Hope.

She interrupted my thoughts.

"So, do you live forever?"

"Well, no. Once we decide not to be wolves anymore, we start to age, but right now, I'm not aging at all."

"So…it's a choice? Like how I can choose when to be human, and when to be a vampire."

"It's my turn, lovely."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, lovely."

She smiled again. She was going to be the death of me. She turned away from me, shifting her weight on the couch, so that her back was to me, but she was leaning against my shoulder. She was warm, and she smelled like vanilla, peppermint, and fresh laundry.

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

She giggled. It was like a little girl's laugh. Everything about her was so loveable.

"Well, a long time ago, over 60 years ago, I was just roaming, by myself in some woodlands in Europe. I'd been wandering around for over a year, just aimlessly. You can imagine, that after a year, my clothes would be rather…worn, with hunting and living in the forest and everything. I had been hunting animals for the time being, and I hadn't come across any humans in a long time. Eventually I just went around with no clothes on. I ran into a group of three men hiking in the forest and they thought I was some mythical sex fairy living in the forest. I ended up killing them, because I couldn't go into the city with no clothes on to buy clothes, and I couldn't just kill one of them for their clothes…needless to say, that was horrible.

I had to suppress a laugh. She turned around, hugging her knees to her chest, and looked me in the eyes.

"Hmm. How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Well, a few, but none of them were what anyone would call serious. With the rest of my pack imprinting, I thought that it was more than likely that I would sooner or later. I didn't want to fall in love with someone, and then have you come along, and I'd have to break her heart. Most of them were more like booty calls and less like relationships, if I'm being honest."

The rest of the evening went on like this, question after question. She ended up falling asleep with her head in my lap. We slept there like that, me sitting up, and her lying across my lap. When I woke up in the morning, I was in my bed, in my pajamas, under the covers. Had she done that all while I was asleep?

I went out to the couch, and she was gone.

Chapter notes:

I think from now on I'm going to keep everything in Embry's POV. I can't really make Emerald a very interesting character from her point of view.

This is my first fic. So reviews are REALLY appreciated!