Broken Moon


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AN: Thank you for reviewing. I know that most of my stories are too sad and there is always death. For those that don't know... well, I lost my husband. It's a very hard process and I feel that I am still on the second stage of grieving. I am trying hard to cross that line, to the next stage, until I can completely find acceptance. I just hope that you bare with me, in this chapter of my life. I don't ask for pity or anything like that...

I just want to be able to write, my stories, with my own style. If the characters are OCC, sorry. But it's my imagination, my own view and that's how I see them and how I want to write them. Please, don't send me PMs telling me that I should've done something like this or like that. Also, don't tell me how to live and feel. I am not a doll, that can change her expressions and feeling at the switch of a button (I am saying this to a specific person). I have never PM'ed (if that's even a word) a person and told them what I wanted from their stories, how to write and what I wanted them to do in their stories.

It doesn't work like that. It's disrepectful and despicable. We are all individuals and that gives us the diversity and creativity to write amazing fanfics. I appreciate those that review and leave awesome comments and kind PMs. I love you all for caring and for worrying. I just wanted to speak my mind and transfer my frustrations to words. I apologize if I have offended anyone. But this is mainly for an individual that is truly irritating me beyond words.

Thanks again for those kind people that are amazing and awesome.

PS: I am not writing this to any of the people that reviewed! I am writing this to a specific person that totally annoys and irritates me.

Serenity Vega-Leigh


Content

I groaned when the chirping of the birds began to get louder and the rays of the morning sun invaded the room. I covered my face with the bed sheets and rolled over onto my stomach. I was sprawled on the bed, sighing with contentment. I still needed a few hours of sleep to feel completely rejuvenated. I felt so tired, sleepy and hungry!

I heard the turn of a doorknob and the door softly opening and I quickly opened my eyes. Where was I? I'd forgotten where I was. I was no longer at my house. I didn't remember stopping at a hotel to rest. I didn't even make it to Alaska. I had followed a werewolf and then Leah, she bit me and everything went blank.

I sniffed the air and caught an enjoyable scent. I rapidly turned on my back and covered my face with the comforter. I was afraid to face where I was. I didn't want to know, but at the same time… It was him!

"Good morning," a deep, thick husky and sensual voice said. I slowly uncovered my face and found myself staring at those deep gray wells of his. I unconsciously touched my hair and tried to rearrange it as neatly as possible.

My eyes fell over him, examining and inspecting his figure. He was tall and had a pleasant smile on his rosy lips. They looked beautiful on his russet skinned face. His midnight black hair was trimmed short and his bangs covered half of his right eye. I felt the itch to run my fingers through them.

I swallowed hard as he took a few steps closer. I couldn't believe how handsome a man could be. It was a crime against nature. It just wasn't fair. He was gorgeous and breathtaking. Ruben didn't hold a candle to him. He was utter perfection; unadulterated perfection!

He had a tray with food and a glass filled with orange juice in his hands. He was neatly dressed and he smelled divine; a combination of his cologne, salt, sea breeze and earth. He smelled freshly showered and looked mighty handsome. I slyly began to pretend that I was sneezing, just to sniff my under arm and make sure that I didn't smell funky.

I lowered my eyes to the bed and swallowed hard. I smelled like blood! Great! My heart was beating hard and I could feel the air leave my lungs as he got closer to the bed. I wanted to speak to him, but my voice in the mornings was horrendous. I felt shy and I hated the insecurity that was consuming me. I didn't want to be like my mother when she found out that my father imprinted on her.

I didn't want to cause him pain. I wanted to learn to love him. I wanted and needed to give in to my destiny. I wasn't running. I would never run from such an amazing thing. I was just too afraid to fuck this opportunity. Everything I touch turns to caca, pure shit!

I wanted to be strong! There was no Addivani; it was only me. There was no more Ruben; it was only him. I gathered my strength and smiled at him.

"I brought you breakfast." he said, setting the tray on the night table beside the bed.

I stared at him then at the tray on the table. I swallowed hard and fidget on the bed. I was a bag of nerves. I didn't know how to react. How do you talk to an angel like him? He was my guardian angel! My protector and defender!

Just relax! You could look like a clown and he'll find you extremely beautiful! I thought wryly.

"If you don't like the food, I can go and hunt with you." he said, smirking at me.

Did he know what I liked? Nah, I just misheard, right? He must know! He was my father's good friend or was it my grandfather? Mommy?!

I gasped as his lips curved into a perfect smile, decorated with white straight teeth and dimples. His smile actually made my heart beat a thousand times faster. It was so bright that it illuminated the room. He had the same effect as my mother's smile. He could turn a gloomy day, beautiful.

I couldn't help smiling at him. I felt happy, joyful, giddy and content. I was safe and I knew that I would always be protected in his arms. My eyes drifted from the food to him. I really didn't like human food, but I would not let him know. He'd been kind to me and I would reciprocate the feeling. I couldn't hurt him! Something inside me just wouldn't let me!

"Thank you," I whispered, knowing full well that he would be able to hear it.

He chuckled and walked towards the windows. The sound of his laughter made my stomach feel like hundreds of thousands of butterflies were fluttering their wings to take flight. I was so nervous around him. I couldn't describe it! It was strange. I felt alive and sad at the same time. I couldn't believe that I felt so happy, just by hearing him laugh and chuckle.

But like always, I had to think of her. The thought of seeing my mother sad, erased every feeling that I had felt earlier. I no longer felt content. I felt a void, a gap growing larger in my heart. If I was happy and she was sad, didn't that make me a hypocrite? What about my promise to always make her smile?

"You're welcome!" he said. His husky voice brought me back to the reality. I watched as he walked to the window. He smiled at me and turned to stared outside.

I felt a tear descend down my face and I quickly wiped it with my sleeve. I looked away from him and felt the sting of more tears behind my eyelids. I didn't blink. I wouldn't cry! I left my family to find my own happiness, right? I would find it! If I turned my face, I would be staring at it! He was the answer to many years of prayers! I could extend my hand and practically touch my happiness in the form of a handsome heartthrob!

But I still, couldn't shake the hurt and pain that I was feeling. I had always hid my pain and kept it so deep in my heart, that it became second nature to feel numb and dead inside. I still had a broken heart… I was broken and wrecked. Was there any hope for Broken Moon? Can he really be the sun that would help me shine?

One treacherous tear slid down my face and before I was able to wipe it, he'd turned to face me.

"Oh, no, Moon! Don't cry!" he said, ambling towards the bed. He sat at the edge of the bed, a couple of feet away from me and touched my leg. "Please, don't cry." he said softly.

I sobbed and wiped my tears away. Why was it so hard to start anew? I was away from home, in a new place that I knew for sure would bring happiness; yet, I still felt like an empty shell! I still felt the same: empty.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, trying to laugh.

He scoot closer to the bed and his hands slightly trembled as he cupped my face in them. "You don't have to worry. Just don't be sad anymore, please, Moon." he said, smiling down at me.

I nodded, watching as he stood from the bed and walked to the window. He turned around and leaned against the wall, still staring at me.

I lowered the covers and reached for the food, without removing my eyes from him. He was very tall, almost reaching the ceiling. He could easily be more than seven feet tall. He turned to face the window, and I felt deprived of his handsome face.

I reluctantly placed the plate on my lap and stared at the scramble eggs and toasts that were on the plate. To be honest, they smelled good and I was famished. I grabbed the fork and began eating, taking slow bites. I continued to stare at him, every fluid movement and step that he took. He was intriguing and fascinating. I loved everything about him; his hair, smile, the softness of his hands, his voice and everything that made him. I wasn't in love with him, but I knew that I was attracted to him!

He turned around to face me, a big grin on his perfect russet face. I felt the heat of my embarrassment grace my cheeks. I lowered my eyes to the plate and continued to chew on my food. It was awkward, I had so many questions for him, but I didn't want to bother him. I had already taken over his bed, and probably, soon… I would take over his entire heart.

He paced around the room, playing with his hands as I slowly ate. I felt like in high school again. It reminded me of when I met Ruben. I should erase him from my mind and replace him with the man that stood before me.

"Um," I said, trying to articulate the words and make them come out of my lips. He quickly stopped pacing and turned to face me. His eyes opened widely, expecting what I would say next.

"Yes," he muttered, standing in front of the bed, the sun rays that penetrated the window behind him creating a large shadow of him over the blankets.

I rested the plate on the night table and sat straight on the bed. I found it hard to use my words to communicate with him. I wanted and felt the urge to use my ability to speak to him, but I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around me. I didn't want to push him away from me.

"Well," I said awkwardly, playing with my hands nervously.

"What is it Moon?" he asked worriedly, sitting at the foot of the bed. I felt the bed sag under his weight and I quickly curled my legs under me.

"Are you shy?" he said softly, laughing heartedly.

I bit my lower lip and nodded. It was the truth! There was understanding in his eyes. I felt myself relax as I stared in to his gray eyes. I looked at my food and took the plate in my hands.

The food was good and edible. I smiled at him and continued to eat. When I was done, I swallowed the entire orange juice in less than a second. I was still hungry, but what I craved was something different. I wanted blood, a lot of it.

"Was it to your liking?" he asked worriedly, scooting closer in the bed to grab the plate in his enormous hands.

"Delicious," I nodded and offered him a smile. I didn't know what to do or say. I was awestricken by the perfection of my imprinter. He made me feel protected and I really felt at home. I still ached for the loneliness of not having my parents with me, but I knew that I had found my place in the world.

I decided then and there that I wasn't going to fight my destiny. I would embrace it with opened arms. I just needed time to adjust to the abrupt change and turn that my life had taken. I would! I knew I would and could!

He was staring at me. There was no sadness in his eyes. It felt good to stare in to his gray orbs. They only held love, protection and the desire to keep me safe.

"How old are you?" he asked curiously.

"Seventeen in body and in age." I mumbled, playing with the bed sheets between my fingers. "I stopped aging at nine." I said, staring at him.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't at your birth." he whispered softly, grinning at me.

I shook my head and shrugged. "It's OK. You didn't miss a lot!" I laughed, looking at the ceiling.

"Why do you say that?" he asked inquisitively. "Aren't you happy with your life?"

I took a deep breath and shook my head. He was my imprint, right? There was no need to lie to him. He was the person that was meant to protect my heart.

"I'm not happy." I confessed, pulling the covers to my face. "I haven't been happy for a while, sir."

"Sir?" he asked amused, raising a perfect brow and staring at me. "Do I look that old?" he asked oddly.

"Um, well… no… but," I stuttered, feeling the heat of my embarrassment getting stronger in the form of a blush. "It's just… well; I was taught… my father taught us… to respect our elders."

"You aren't good with words, are you?" he asked softly.

"Not really." I admitted, chuckling.

"You can use your ability with me." he said happily. "I won't freak out!"

I stared at him in confusion. He knew so much about me, but I didn't know much about his life. I wanted to know everything about him. I would give my new life a chance. I was going to embrace every good, redeeming quality that he possessed and I would embrace every habit that my mysterious imprinter had. What's his name? I needed to start there!

"What's your name?" I muttered, adjusting the covers all the way up to my shoulders.

"My name is Embry Call." he answered, getting to his feet and walking towards the door. "You can call me Em."

"Why are you leaving?" I asked disappointedly, removing the covers off me and running towards him. It was so fast that I startled him.

"Em," I uttered, running my hand through my forearm. "Ugh…" I muttered annoyed. I couldn't articulate my words correctly. "Why are you leaving?" Great! I sounded needy!

"Um, well, I was going to take the dishes downstairs." he replied, smirking at me. "But I have a feeling that you want me to stay with you."

"Ohh," I laughed self-consciously, scratching my head nervously. "I thought that I had pushed you away!" I said with relief.

I wasn't going to pretend to be someone else. I would be me and hopefully he would make me fall in love with him. He was going to help me forget Ruben! Yes, he had to!

"You can't push me away, not unless… you want me to." he said softly, "Not unless you want me to stay away from you." he said, his eyes filling with sadness.

"No! I don't want that! You're my soul mate, right?" I asked bluntly, leaning against the door.

His lips curved in to a breathtaking smile. I couldn't describe him. He was perfect. His face was flawless and his skin was so smooth.

"I'm your soul mate!" he said smugly, nodding his head. "And you don't want to push me away, right?"

"I don't." I quickly said, "I don't want to push you away." I said, placing my cold hand on his warm forearm.

He looked down at my hand and then looked up at me. "Sorry!" I mumbled, removing my hand from him and taking a step back. "I just thought… never mind… sorry!" I quickly added, gesturing with my hands.

Great! Just shut up and stop fucking everything up, Mallory!

I felt embarrassed and humiliated by my inexperience with this man. I guess that was the reason they all ended up with Addivani.

Fuck, Addivani, why don't you come here and take him away from me! You might be the first person to break the imprinting bonds! I thought sarcastically.

I shouldn't be thinking about her. I had better things to think about. I needed to let go of the past and embrace the future. Embry Call, my soul mate, the man that made my heart pound faster and hectically, was my future.

I heard noise downstairs and sighed, placing my hand on my chest. It was Leah. I could smell her scent and I felt my heart dance with happiness. I was determined to make her like me! I would become her friend and confidant!

"It's my Aunt Leah!" I muttered cheerfully, balancing on the balls of my heels, like a child. I quickly relax and calmed down.

"She's here!" I said excitedly, smiling up at Embry. "Do you live with Leah?" I asked; my grin dying on my lips.

"NO!" he said shaking his head vigorously. "Your aunt is an old, very old friend."

I touched his hand and looked up at him. I sighed and felt a pang of jealousy invade my heart.

"You two are friends. Also, you two were boyfriend and girlfriend." I said a little upset, but hid it behind a smile.

"How do you know?" he asked skeptically. "I never told you about my history with her."

I let go of his hand. "I-I just know, Embry." I said, walking back to the bed, my knees touching the mattress. I felt sad. Why? I didn't know; I just felt defeated.

I was in an emotional roller coaster. I went up and down! I needed to change. I needed to change for me, for him, for our life together and for our future.

But, what if Leah still had feelings for him? I didn't want to be the Addivani of this story. I didn't want to make her suffer if that was the case.

First, I needed to find out if there were any feelings left between them. Second, I would react accordingly. I wasn't going to jump in to conclusions without having hard evidence. Embry was mine! Well, he was my imprint... imprinter... whatever! Anyways, thirdly, if she had feelings for him; I would step aside. But only after I knew that she was truly, madly and deeply in love with him! Yes, that's what I would do.

"So, are you thinking that I still have feelings for her or she has feeling for me?" he asked, placing the tray on the dresser.

I looked up at him and nodded. Boy, this imprinting shit was sharp. He was attuned to everything that was regarding to me.

"Well," I said softly, playing with my pants, my very dirty pants. "I just don't want to be…"

I sighed and flopped on the bed and reaching for a pillow. I hugged it tight against my chest and sighed again. He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his large hands. I felt a chill run down my spine as he held my hands. I've never experienced such intensity, just by touching.

"Moon," he began, kissing the back of my hands softly. "There is nothing going on between us two. Our relationship ended seventeen years ago. To be exact, it was the day that you were born when I ended the relationship." he said, smiling up at me.

I felt my heart skip a beat and butterflies in my stomach. I felt pride for him. I was giddy, his words brought the light back to my heart. I couldn't describe the emotions that surged through my heart. His smile had the power to make me happy once again.

"Good!" I said satisfied with his words. "I don't have anything to fear! You're mine and that's it!" I said, pulling him up.

He laughed, as he stood beside me. "Strong and beautiful!" he said contently, cupping my face in his warm hands. "I only want to see you smile with happiness!" he said, kissing my forehead and hugging me.

I smiled. It was a smile that truly showed how content and happy I felt.