I know this is short, I am trying to decide where this is going. I am legit letting it write itsself. Let me know what you think!
Chapter 4
"Child, you don't know what Embry wants. He has been through things, learned things. Ask him. What he wants." Old Quill says.
"What do you want, Embry?" I ask and he moves closer the border line.
"I just want you to be happy. I know that we screwed up, that you went through all that on your own, but I don't want you to be alone anymore either. So. if you decide to leave, I'll sever my ties with the Pack, and follow you anywhere." I blanch at his words, a little unnerved.
"You'd leave everything and everyone you know? Even to just be a friend if that is what I wanted?" He steps over the border, ignoring the soft growls coming from Paul.
"Yes, in a heartbeat. With an Imprint, no matter what the Imprintee needs, I have to be near you. It's very painful to be away for very long or at great distances." He steps closer to me, and I take a step back.
"I get it. The Imprint is making you feel all lovey-dovey and shit. But I haven't been in a relationship in a year or longer. I am not up for that, we can be like, acquaintances for now, and then friends. But I do not want you following me." Hell, I'd be much happier if you just broke the Imprint. I think to myself.
"I just want Victoria to be destroyed, so I can live my life in some semblance of peace, because I have had enough of the supernatural for a lifetime." He nods, his face going cold and steps back inline with the Pack.
"You can stay at Charlie's house. We've kept it up, incase Renee decided to sell it." I scoff.
"Renee isn't able to sell Charlie's house. I am, my name is on the deed. When I leave, I'll sell it and give the Tribe the profit, since you all are the only reason that the Vampire's haven't come back." I watch as all the Pack's eyes light up with the thought of money. It wouldn't be a whole lot, but enough to help them out.
"That would be much obliged. Since none of us have scented Victoria in the area, we will scout and patrol as much as we can. We'll take her down, and you can go on with your life." I nod and walk back to Charlie's old truck, in fading sunlight and drive to the old place I called home a year ago.
Pulling into the driveway was a difficult mental task. I can still see Fork's Sheriff's Department Chaplain Greg Montgomery at my door, telling me how a deputy responded to a wrecked car, and how they found him. His head almost severed from his body, how they thought that he was under the influence and lost control of his cruiser. I knew that Charlie had drank half a beer the entire time Billy and Harry were there, since he was going to take them home, and stay at Billy's so they could go fishing the next morning. Charlie was the Chief, he knew not to drink and drive. So many scandals were brought up in the following days before his funeral, but they all were wrong.
You can do this, Bella. It's a few nights. I berate myself as I climb the steps and open the door.
Everything was the same, but also,empty.
I hope she gets destroyed soon.
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