Chapter Ten: Truly An Miasma

"Sammie," Sam murmured from behind.

Tears brim in my eyes. I know what I have to do. I hate Twilight more than I ever have for simply existing. I breathe wiping my eyelids. I straighten my posture shrugging off the emotions that were unraveling inside. Slowly I turn around.

"Hi Sam." I say in an aloof voice.

Slightly sighing, I lean my backside on the cabinet and putting my palms on the counter-top when I realized I'm bending my fractured wrist without pain. Puzzled, I brought it up to investigate when Sam cusp my cheek forgetting it altogether glancing in his ardent mocha eyes. If he didn't come on so strong I could fight these feelings better.

"I need to talk with you privately." He said removing his hand. That's three times now he wanted to speak with me in confidentially.

There were noises of people approaching in the extended hallway. Abundant chatters no less. Mr. Edward and Jessie entered the dining room entrance carry loads of boxed pizza with others filing in behind.

Sam offers assistance in unloading the pizza's from the two males arms while I immediately return to the chore of setting the plates next to the boxes and began preparing iced cups for drinks. Libby offers to help and I don't refuse. I lean into her whispering an apology as we stand in front of the Frigidaire filling cup after cup. She nods in a weak smile.

"Sammie!" a young male calls out excitedly.

I look up in time just as Collin embraces me in a tight-fitting hug knocking a cup full of ice out of my hand. Immediately, my attention adverts to Sam. He stands on the other side of the breakfast bar seemingly calm eyeballing Tucker who's watching me by the dining room entrance.

"Are you better?" Collin asks bringing my attention back to him. I smile as we pull apart.

"Yeah, I am." I reply watching Libby pick up the spilt ice. Collin notices and bends down to help her apologizing.

"Ah! There you are. Give me hug, girl." Allison said to me wrapping her arm around my neck squeezing my shoulder into her side. "How are you? Tell me the truth." she said tilting her head up since I had two inches on her height.

It seems as though everyone came to a halt in their activities in getting food and drinks and delayed conversations in anticipation for my answer. I sigh, feeling a much heated blush throughout my body.

"My ribs are somewhat sore and maybe I am little drained. Dr. Cullen brought a piggyback which I'm grateful." I say quietly gazing at our feet.

Thankfully everyone resumed their activities paying no more mind to Allison and I as she pulls away to look at the compact bag on my back. She narrows her eyes in puzzlement examining the oxygen backpack. I suppose her being in the medical professional she'd know more than anyone if the bag is indeed special.

Is Libby correct on her assumption about Alice? I highly doubt Carlisle would be forgetful in sending me home without one. Then was the delay because it had to be shipped or brought to him? More reason to do last-minute X-rays?

"Every so often a patient don't have insurance is the reason the hospital keeps a few for necessary times. We only carry non-brands at the hospital but nothing comparing to this pretty compact and expensive piggyback." Allison said frowning at me. Her examination confirmed my silent observation. I shrugged as if I was clueless.

Someone sighed in annoyance in direction from where Sam stood. I didn't glance his way afraid he'd lose control from hearing this knowledge that the vampire doctor must have bought it for me. I didn't need any more excitement or problems. I'm just about at my limit in this universe. Twilight has me snapping and saying things to my best friend that I'd never do normally. It also seems my morals and integrity have been left behind too. I would never have given into the teenage hormones that affected my judgment in kissing Tucker when I felt so strongly for Sam even though there's no such romantic relationship between us.

"Sammie, are you going to eat some pizza, gorgeous?" Tucker said standing in front of me eating a slice startling me out of my deep thoughts.

Slowly shaking my head no, I had to blink a couple times to completely free my mind from the mounting difficulties. Being in the center of this miasma with these two absolutely awesome and handsome young men, I couldn't find my breath any more than I could eat even though I had a fresh supply delivering through the tube under my nose. In a promptly manner I excused myself and paced in a brisk gait towards the garage without acknowledging anyone on the way out.

After shutting the door, I hoof it to Tazzy getting in the driver's seat. Resting my head on the seat, I closed my eyes. All I need is the air I breathe. At least for now I had control over that.

Breathe Sammie.

Someone opened the passenger door. They sat in quietly not muttering a word. And I was grateful for that. Though in mere seconds, I knew exactly who that person was without opening my eyes. With every ounce of magnanimity that flowed throughout my body to do the right thing, I could not turn him away. My heart wants him regardless of how it affects anyone. It seems a part of me has become selfish and undisciplined. True flaws indeed are within; I smile.

Heaving a huge sigh as clarity reserves my well-being. It's as if a cedar log has removed itself off from my chest, although undoubtedly it will cause a disturbance between Libby and me. I turn my head towards my seat-mate and open my eyes.

Sam's coca eyes blazed into mine with such passion it brought mist to my eyes. The effusive feeling that transpired between us in less than a minute overwhelmed my mind. I didn't know where I began or where he ended. It was much of a interlacing in and out through our tissues and veins together. If I ever knew anything as in God's truth, my soul has permanently wrapped itself with Sam's and it as if I have always been meant for me to stand by his side for eternity as one.

We are one?

When he releases me from the penetrating gaze, my heart starts to beat erratically against the sternum in my chest. I turn my head straight closing my eyes and resting my head on the seat.

Just breathe.

Sam exhales noisily. I feel him adjusting himself and stretching out his legs. "Sammie, - I need to explain important matters to you." He said in a composed voice.

I clear my throat opening my eyes glancing at him. "That the imprinting just completed itself, right?" I say nervously in an uncertain voice.

Sam eyes widened. "Not only do you know how to speak our language, but you know about imprinting." He said this as if it pleased him.

"No Sam. I'm not familiar with either one, really. I wasn't lying when I told you last Sunday I didn't like the story. I haven't read it at all and my information came directly from Libby." I stated to him truly. "And I have no idea I'm speaking your language; its regular English to me all the way around." I added. Sam frowned.

"What repulses you from that story?" he asks in anxious tone. I glance away not saying anything. "Is it the wolves or the vampires?" he demanded in a whisper.

"Sam, I have no qualms with the werewolves." I replied in a whisper looking at him. "Well, one." I added as my eyes glimpsed at the clutter of boxes biting my lip.

"Is it me?" he asked nervously. I shake my head no. He sighs in relief.

"So, Sunday, you didn't completely imprint on me but now you have?" I prompted looking for at least an explanation in his eyes.

Sam smiles with no hesitation in pulling me to his chest encircling his thick arms around my torso kissing the top of my head.

"No." He murmured sighing. I glance up at him in alarm that I have may deceive myself into misinterpretation of his embrace.

"Sorry. It seems that what I feel is one-sided." I muttered following with a sigh gazing in a downcast as I begin to pull away. Of course he wouldn't feel that way about me. He imprints on Emily Young.

Sam then pulls me over the compartment and into his lap as if he didn't like the separation between us. He lifts my chin up meeting his profound coca eyes. A serious expression becomes his dominant feature on his face. He breathes.

"Samantha Corine Huntley, I've loved you from the very moment I set my eyes on you in the pictures your aunt received in the mail back in June. I know that sounds crazy, but it's the Gods honest truth. I swear." (I found myself nodding and I become mystified from his confession.) I even hung your aunt's photos of you in the hallway just to get a photo of you and it seems I became obsessed." Sam coughs nervously over his shoulder then came back searching my eyes and face to see if this information disturbed me.

My heart swells with joy from his enlightenment. I relax in his hold placing my left arm on his shoulder to reassure him, leaning in a little in his chest that I'm not bothered in the least by his obsession.

Sam lowers his gaze in a downcast. ''So obsessed, I've wanted to break up with Leah because of it. But I didn't want to hurt her. (One hand grips my waist; his finger from the free hand is drawing circles on my exposed knee feeling his pain as he speaks.) I never wanted that. I got angry a lot over it. Then suddenly, I am thrown for loop into a world I thought were just legends and myths. It made the relationship with her that much worse." he lets a breath out. I gulp.

"Often I'd daydream about you and your mom moving here." (I feel dizzy.) "But I didn't want you mixed up in all this. Sammie, you deserve so much more than what I could give you. I realized it was a pipe dream. This made me angry even more." Sam stated sincerely kissing my cheek. I genuinely smile in utter bliss.

"So when your mom passed and your aunt told my mom that you were coming to live with her, I, Sammie, became the happiest I've ever been. (My body fills will butterfly's in delight but void any emotion to surface on my face.) It's wicked, I know 'cause I know the price you pay for that every day and whatever hurts you hurts me, believe or not." He pauses to sigh intertwining our fingers.

I love this man.

"When I saw you Sunday, well you-", Sam leaned his head against the seat breathing hard locking our gaze, "-you literally took my breath away." He breathes. I breathe.

"You took mine, too." I say in a nod tucking the strands that had fallen behind my ears. My eyes close just as Sam leans in and begins feather kisses on my cheek. My heart skips a beat. I sigh in contentment.

Then he leans back and exhales. I open my eyes to his. My hearts speeds into a frenzy.

"Sammie, I've been confused since Sunday." Sam pauses to brush my long hair completely away from my face and holding his hand there gazing into my eyes passionately as he continues speaking. "I couldn't tell if I had imprinted or not since I already have these unexplainable feelings for you before and became stronger when we met and I interacted with you; which by the way, is why you met Old Quil in the hospital. You see, he had been around the last pack to know the genuine of an imprinted mate and suggested to come see you without considering what time it was." He sighs.

"You didn't pass and it broke my heart and I want no one but you, Sammie." He expressed deeply squeezing my shoulder.

I glanced away my eyes falling on the clock on the dashboard biting my lower lip in confusion from the powerful emotions that happened not just ten minutes ago. Sam didn't imprint on me. Libby was right. I sagged in his hold as grief swallowed my being. I found it ironic that both Charlie Swan's daughters fell in love with both alphas. But, just as I wanted my wolf to imprint on me, Bella will be relieved that Jacob doesn't on her. Tears fell from my eyes. I just couldn't freaking help it.

"Sammie please look at me." Sam said wiping my tears away. "What just happened to us a while ago" - tears brimmed over in his eyes as he breathed- "Was a full and complete imprint, baby."

I gasp.

Then Sam cusp my jaws with both of his large warm hands slowly and gently towards his velvety smooth lips and finally caressing mine. It's purely blissful. Our lips move as if composing a symphony making divine music together. As I straddle him, my hands encircle to the back of his neck as he grips on to my waist just as my hands grip his silky locks, we never lose the connection; if anything the kiss becomes much deeper and passionate as we move our lips synchronizing with each other. My hair falls around us sheltering us. He groans in the back of his throat. We break breathless but he continues to plant kisses down my neck.

'Ahem.' Someone clears their throat to get our attention following giggles.

Sam and I startle from the emotions as both of us turn our heads in direction of the sound on my left. I blush immediately crawling graciously out the passenger's side window in a nervous fit. I stand-off to the side for Sam to open the car door. I brush my fingers through my hair pausing midway looking at their grinning faces except for the two frowning that have halted my anxious action. Sam steps out in a tall god-like smoothly way.

At the moment everyone seems speechless. In order of appearance starting on my left surrounding the passenger's side of the Trans-Am are Collin and Brady in grins glancing in between Sam and I. Tucker is glaring at Sam. Sam glares back. Jessie is watching them both in readiness to separate an anticipated fight. I pray that there will be no confrontation with the two men myself. Libby is scowling and stares at me with fright.

Oh freaking hell.

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Author's note: Okay. First I want to make it clear. To Sam & Emily fans; I apologize. I did warn that there was one change into the Canon couples. I mean no disrespect at all. Emily is in this story and properly distinguished gracefully. It will all fit into the plot. Secondly, Sammie kissing another not long after the first is awfully bad in a persons character all the way around. However, the devotion and powerful feelings of an imprint changes this especially to someone going through a scenario such as in this story. Anyway with that said, sorry this chapter is short from previous ones. Chapter 11 will be uploaded in a few days. I encourage you to please review. I need responses to these chapters and want your feelings; whether they're negative or positive. Thank you to those with the lastest reviews. You know who you are. It makes me feel appreciated. :)