Ok Peeps, I have decided to mold together both elements from the books and movies together. Remember, the ultimate goal is having a story that won't contradict anything in the actual Stephanie timeline or storyline.

P.S. I'm really trying to answer every single tidbit or question I had that she just never gave background for. So if you have something you've always wondered about, I'll do my best to believably work it in somehow.

Dear Stephanie,

Don't hate on us for using your works as a muse for a cheaper and slutty knock off version of your vision.

Much obliged,

Fanfiction writers everywhere

*******************************Scent: Part II*****************************

I had been running myself around restless all afternoon trying to cool the jealous energy from watching everyone's version of the events happening earlier this morning. Plus, I had less than two days now till Miss Kimberly returned. The lady just doesn't realize how she holds my life and my heart in her dainty, soft little hands. Hopefully someday I could add holding my dick in her mouth to the list, but today just being on the reservation where I could watch over and protect her would calm me enough. It didn't help that Paul kept inserting these visions in my head, via his own imagination, of Kim falling for these lame ass wedding guests that always strangely looked like a Cullen or himself. Grinding my doggy jaw and huffing through the forest, I shot back images of him holding Amy's hand and walking her down the aisle with a huge pregnant belly. Thoroughly disgusted, we both kept going back and fourth trying to out do the other. Until, as always, anything more interesting happened.

Sooner or later he phased out ready to crash, and I was winding our new and extended northern Forks perimeter right near a certain little cock tease's house. Jacob didn't hide the fact that he always gave his undivided attention to whoever's mind was closest to her place. It was just sad that we all knew it was the best semblance to a girlfriend he had, and it was little more than stalking. Jake was embarrassed and thoughtful for a minute. The guy needed some bad.

The coast was all clear. If you can exclude the ugly Volvo parked out front and the permeating smell of the sugary sweet death that accompanied its driver. Recently we always picked up a trace of someone new and vampy in this area, but after following three false alarms we realized they were always Cullen trails. We couldn't tell them apart from other neck suckers yet, but they always took the same route back to their crypt. And of course I didn't have to use my nose to guess that the air was filled with the probable sexual tension that floats down from her oddly always open window………Excuse me while I barf. Everyone on the planet besides her got the obvious jizz-like taste that fills your mouth when you think about being with a Leech. Well maybe everyone except Embry. If we didn't get the guy to agree to get horizontal soon, we might have come to the conclusion that he is either gay or quite possibly jonesing for vampire pussy. I have never, in my life, truly wanted a guy I spend so much time with to be gay until someone jokingly suggested the other option. We even offered him some leftovers from Paul's past sexcapades, but he just abstained like a little Indian monk. He said it was because he didn't like any of the girls on the res, but I always asked him if it was because he didn't like any of the girls on the res with vaginas. He never saw the blatant humor that spouted from my mouth, but I loved busting the guy's nuts.

I was almost back to the road leading into La push when the new shift started phasing in. Paul, Brady, Embry, and Sam were all coming on to replace the current runners. I always liked to do an extra loop before going home because it took me past Kimmy's house. But since it would be a fruitless venture today, I would just run the normal route to avoid getting a whiff of something that smelled like her, and have to go home with a boner. I was running next to the road, and spotted the tailgate of a truck I recognized. I was going faster than it, but slowed down to get greet its driver. Emily had one elbow leaning out the window of Sam's old bronco, and the other hand was leisurely playing with the radio. She noticed me next to the truck and gave me a little wave and an overdramatic wink. The front seat next to her was full of groceries and I relished in the idea of all the food I would eat from her kitchen for the next week. Then she made the turnoff to the cottage and I veered the other direction towards home.

That is until Sam (who had only phased in moments ago from the front yard of the cottage) announced he had business with the elders and phased back out again without any explanation. I'd heard this "Once upon a time" before, and the happily ever after to this story usually ended with her clawing at the backboard of their bed. I was so close that the sick little bastard inside of me called curiosity made an appearance, but I phased out too before anyone could get where I was going with it. I jogged down the path that Emily's car had taken and steadily snuck up to the edge of the yard. By the time I'd got there the bronco had been lazily parked and the driver door hung wide open. I could plainly see the groceries were still in the front seat, but more importantly, I could smell the fragrance of skin and Emily liquid that was drifting from the open front door. Finally, I heard them. Sneaking closer, I was just hoping that there was so much wolf scent covering this whole area, that my presence would go unnoticed. I'm pretty sure we all did it. We weren't all gay for each other or anything. But when you have such strong ties to people like this, don't be surprised if your bro ever wonders what your face looks like when you shoot a load. This wasn't the first time I'd caught them. Hell, I'd put money on the table to say everyone in the pack has sat in on a Samily session at least once. We couldn't really lie to each other, but if the question never came up you could keep certain things you'd seen out of mind. Once, Paul caught Seth lingering on patrol a little too long around the area where he had a girl in the back of his cousin's Chevy. And I swear, seconds before I came into a wad of tissues in Kimmy's hand that I picked up a quiet Quil sigh from behind a tree.

It was just the side effects of being in a pack. Being in a pack of bored and horny gentlemen like myself, who simply can't be trusted with the gifts we are given. Ever so much closer, I tiptoed like a silent fucking ninja to the back of the truck. Low and behold, my view of the kitchen and its activities was a box seat. She was sitting on the counter between the kitchen and the table; He was standing between her legs. Sam was licking and sucking all over the parts of her breasts not covered by the bra. Her arms were around his shoulders and she stretched her neck so that she was looking at the ceiling. I could smell her alright. That pussy was wet and juicy and ready to have some meat rip it open.

Emily's top was gone and that pesky bra was getting unclasped by Sam's expert blind hands, without breaking his mouth or tongue from its suckling contact with those mama her bra fell from her shoulders and he brought his face up from her body to look at her. It took her a little longer to bring her head down and open her eyes. They were staring at each other and panting like there wasn't enough air.

Without speaking or making any sound, he lunged in and grabbed the hair at the back of her head and they shared a long and rough, passionate kiss. The Kiss grew louder and more urgent and he started making his way down from her mouth, to her jaw, and followed her neck back to her now bare breasts. He sucked that nipple hard into his mouth and she spoke for the first time. Her eyes were closed again as she reached out and held his head to her breast.

In almost a whisper, she delicately sighed "Oh Sam…..Oh Sam…Oh..…" Her words were like fuel on a fire. He kissed his way down to her stomach and then lingered on her belly button as he stuck his tongue out to lick his way back up to her neck. They parted for only seconds before they were kissing again. She reached for his arms and squeezed tightly around his biceps like she was trying to get his attention. But alas, he knew what she wanted without having to be told. He moved in for the zipper of her pants and after he had the fly down, he gave both her ass cheeks a firm squeeze and lifted her up to his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and now it was her turn to suck all over his neck. He scooted the vase of flowers aside and layed her on the kitchen table.

Grabbing both sides of her jeans, he started to pull them down and he helped shimmy them off the rest off. Next was her panties and he took a lot of care to caress up her legs to get to them. Even slower than her jeans, she lifted one knee and then the other to slip off the last item of clothing between his mouth and her delicious cunt. The air was so thick with Emily's scent; you could have smelled her from Oregon.

There was another moment of calm and loving staring as she lay completely naked before him. She held her hand to his cheek, and he lulled his head into it and closed his eyes for a loving moment. He reached for her hand and dragged it away from his cheek to kiss her palm. But then the fire returned and he leaned over her body to kiss in between her breasts, then her stomach, and then right above her pussy. She gasped and brought her head up to look at the ceiling again. He was just as ready as she was by the way his cut off shorts were sporting wood that could reach across the table. He then bent down and took a long sniff of the honey he was about to eat up. Waiting for her to take a breath, Sam took one ….really…fucking …slow lick right down her wet lips. She shuttered and reached for his hair. One slower lick and he went straight to work, plunging his tongue in and out. You could tell the parts she really liked because he would slow down sometimes and vibrate his tongue on her clit. It was at these moments that she would lean herself up and alternate between staring down at him with her mouth open and squinting her whole face like she was in pain. After a few seconds he would always relent and go back to plunging deep inside her. By the time he was ready to suck her dry, both his hands were wrapped around her thighs to restrain her legs while he was face deep in her pussy. She was panting and moaning and covered in sweat. He really liked seeing her writhe in pleasure by the way he was alternating slow and vibrating licks. Then he finally moved his hands further to her hips to get leverage and swung both legs over his shoulders.

"Sam, Sam please….I can't ….I can't hold out any more. Please, please baby.."

He stuck three fingers in her hard and kept his tongue lapping at her clit. It was the exact moment she let go because my nose was not only flooded with a fresh and thick batch of Emily juice, but her legs started shaking around his head and her mouth hung wide open and quivered.

Her breathing started evening out and she layed spent across the table without the energy to even reach up to him. After sucking every last drop, he stood up and smiled down at her. Not just like he was pleased with himself, but that he was so genuinely happy that she was happy. When she caught her breath she smiled back at him. Before she could say anything he scooped her up bridal style and kissed her scar before giving her another long kiss on her mouth. The kept their lips locked as he made his way up the stairs one step at a time.

It should have made me feel warm and tingly in every single man part that I owned, but it only succeeded in making me miss Kim more. How could she do this to me? I mean, we're young, and sure.. I couldn't provide for her the way she deserved yet…but…but well,…she's my god damn imprint! And if I want to live with her and spend every waking moment with her, than this wolf should be allowed to fucking bulldoze anything that comes between him and that plan to the fiery pits of vamp hell. Or at least be able to slap the shit out of somebody to avoid her going away and leaving me like an unwanted SP-ED kid in a Kmart parking lot.

Four days after the look that changed my life, and around 11 minutes after breaking the secret to her, I casually suggested we have a dinner at Applebee's, then dessert over a slice of wedding cake which I would ravagingly devour off her naked body, following consummating our runaway marriage, multiple times. She'd compromised on the Applebee's bit, but suggested instead Dairy Queen after dinner instead. I held that woman's hand across the booth and realized I would gladly follow through on either itinerary if it made her happy. ……Jesus, and finally little Jared wakes up to look at me with his dumb, mocking bulge. He and lefty-Lucy had become soul mates in the last 6 months. If anyone thought I masturbated too much pre-Kimmy, I would be breaking Guinness world records now. At the rate Kim was going with the introductions to new parts of her yummy bits, Lucy and baby Jar-Jar were going to become life partners. Ha Ha, until Lucy catches him cheating with that slut around the corner, Righty-Rhonda. EwwaaaaAHHHHH! I'M CREATING WB SHOW CHARACTERS OUT OF MY HANDS!!! KIMMY COME HOME!!!! Before I had an accident and shot an impressively heavy shipment to the back of Sam's bronco, it was time to skedaddle on home. No Kimmy, but plenty of pork chops and mashed potatoes. I would have to make do with the pork chops.

Johnny greeted me with the fagish normal admiration he always bestowed me.

"Hey Bozo, guess what? You gotta clean the bawthoom bafor dinner."…oh Johnny, how you will never know the feel of a woman's embrace.

"Yea, well mom can suck my big fat di…" I stuttered to a stop prematurely due to the eye contact she had made with me from around the hallway corner. I didn't fear her evil sorceress powers, just the embarrassing verbal arsenal she would rain on me in front of old Quil. The information that would certainly make it back to "other" members of his family, and inevitably be played for all the guys in detail. A dude can survive a lot in a warzone, except having all of his buddy's witness him getting panty spanked by his mom with a stainless steel spatula.

I gave Johnny the stink eye all the way to the stairs and scowled even worse at him on my way to the 2nd floor. I am a ruthless, killing animal with the ability to knock a tree over with my own body strength. So you'll have to excuse my irritation when I see myself in a mirror, soft scrubbing a sink.

Old Quil came over sometimes for dinner. He and my Grandpa had been besties since they were kids. They had been in the Marines together and married the same year and all that. If those fang-bags had come back fifty years ago, the old guys prolly would have been pack brothers. Ever since Gramps died, my dad kinda took over his spot next to Quil during games and holidays and stuff.

Quil Sr. and Quil's mom did NOT get along to say the least. Something about Quil's dad and college or something. I'd really never cared enough to ask. So every time Old Quil gets nostalgic or needs to mull over something pack related, he comes over and hangs with my dad instead of chilling with his own son. But you know, if my kid ever married someone like Mrs. Ateara, Id fuck a chainsaw to be around anybody but her too.

The three of us boys didn't have anything in common except being bored to tears listening to my mother go on and on about everything she thinks needs to be talked about during dinner. My Pops was a reserved kind of guy. Never over elaborated or asked a lot of questions. I think it was his natural stability from living with my mom. She was definitely the instigator of chastisement in this house. My dad pretended like he supported her punishments, but I knew he chuckled at my dirty jokes just as much as I did.

The first to go was the mashed potatoes, thanks to Aaron. Little creep always took more than he could eat and after 7 or 8 bites of his full plate, he'd start to swirl and squash his food together out of boredom. Johnny couldn't stand pork chops and started dropping each bite of his under the table into Cannibal's (our dogs) waiting mouth. Mom kept asking old Quil about how his wife and grandsons were doing. Gossip and news she was probably already privy to, but knew Quil loved to yak about it. The old hippie wasn't as lame as I'd made him out to be. In between retelling stories of him and Gramps clearing "those Viet Kong son's of bitches out of their little jungle" as he put it, and telling some of the funniest old man jokes I'd ever heard, I didn't mind having him around most of the time.

Normally after dinner, Aaron went to go play Barbies in his room or whatever the hell he does, and Pops and Quil would take their beer into the T.V. room and watch old football or Dirty Jobs or something equally as man friendly. Johnny worshiped Quil and always wanted him to hear the stories of his day's adventures. (Even though it was normally something as lame as going to the post office with my mom, which he always tried to flourish on by adding excitement and explosions) If I couldn't make up an excuse of why I had to go upstairs fast enough, Quil would always call to me to join them so he could ask about everything up in the pack. All we younger guys knew the older ones were all pretty jealous that it was our job to take on the protective burden instead of them. Even my dad, who would never ask me about it himself, always seemed to pay just a little less attention to the history channel when Quil would make me elaborate about the current going ons. There was never really a lot to tell since we didn't see much action, but I always tried to make it seem important or that we definitely had the upper hand( which we totally do). But I never led on to exactly how exciting most of it is. No reason to tell the 40 year old virgin how great last night's sex was. I filled them in on the old vamp we took out this morning, never ad libing in any jokes at little Quil's expense, like I normally would. And then let them know about the Brady stuff from the Clearwater's yesterday. Of course, these old farts gossiped like women, so it shouldn't have surprised me that they already knew all about it.

"Yea, yea…..Sue gave Miranda a call this morning. Said the kid did it in front of his family. Takes a lot of guts if you ask me. Don't know exactly how I would have handled something like that." Again, he was staring off into space at the end of sentences. Probably over soured at the thought of being born too early for this. "So, you guys are thinking about having the initiation party this soon?"

He was referring to the get together we always threw to welcome whoever had turned wolves' family members into the circle of those who were wolfed out and those who knew. It was decided because of Brady's amazing control over himself that the party should happen sooner rather than later, never knowing what vampire shenanigans' we might have to tend to. It really was encredible how quick Brady adjusted to it all. Besides the LSD shit in his head, it was ridiculously easy for him to stay calm, and even phase in and out on command. Nothing like what we went through with Collin. That little shit spent 5 whole days as dog before he finally had piece of mind enough to come back person shaped. The following week he had three blurps of uncontrollable wolfplosion. Which is why he now slept out in his parents cleaned out utility shed. The funniest occurrence definitely being the first time he tried to whack off after the change. There he was, lying in his now too small bed, stroking himself and thinking about how he was going to fit Jenna Jameson in it with him, and suddenly he was furred out in the middle of his room. Some of the guys were called over because after his whole family figured out what he was doing, he was too embarrassed and upset to change back. Watching the guys try to lead that dope out of his house without breaking any furniture or door frames was like watching a Chia-pet be maneuvered through a doll house. The whole time Collin's mom was trying to shield her favorite crown molding from her oversized horny sun. What a little turd.

"Yup. Sam said we'd have it his place or Sue's day after tomorrow. He's adjusting really well. We figure it'll only take him a little while to be ready for a real patrol."

"Heh, that's good. Would be horrible for that family to have to loose their other boy for very long."

Quil was referring to Brady's older brother. Sam knew him in High school. Came back after he deployed to Afghanistan, 7 months later in a body bag. Now that we knew Brady had the gene, it was really bitter sweet for all of us to think his brother probably would have been one of us, and lost his life fighting the wrong war. Quil quickly leapt into a dramatasized lecture about tactics and honor and the tribe. He was always trying to be helpful, but the man was just so long winded. Where as Billy was an elder that emanated cool, Quil tried a little too hard to be all knowing. Billy just was, Quil obviously had to work at it. Little Quil genetically couldn't help being such a weirdo punk sometimes I guess.

We bantered back and fourth about tribal council stuff for a few more minutes before he exhausted all his input on the matter, and started asking us if we knew the stories behind the tattoos the covered his always concealed arms. Everyone had heard these stories a million times, but we all played clueless as a salute to the old guy. He did have some pretty sick tats that went back to his younger days, but you can hear about the origins of "Lucky Betty" (the pin up style mermaid under his elbow) only so many times, before you can't even pretend to be curious anymore. Impressively, he did do most of them himself. And Besides being the guardian of all the tribe's wolf related documents and artifacts, the tattoos were one of his biggest contributions. He and my grandpa were the first actually. Getting matching Quileute wolves that mirrored the ones most of their fathers had, when they joined up in '64. So when Sam made the change, he asked Old Quil to ink him up in honor of the tribe's history. Every wolf since has carried the symbol of life long brotherhood.. Even Leah, strange as we thought it was when she asked. Something we could all be a part of even after we stopped phasing.

I gradually made my answers more boring as I steadily walked backwards to the kitchen for some ice cream. And who I am kidding, probably two or three more helpings of what was left from dinner. This boys' still growin. Scooping myself a bowl, I snuck up the stairs while they were watching a really intense play of a game they'd turned on.

Alone again in my room, with nothing but a sad few scoops of mint chocolate chip to soothe my aching heart and lonely dick.

I probably had a good hour before Quil left the house, and could easily remedy the time by at least getting to level 2. I had to get up early for morning patrol anyway. The last three days had been eventful, but somehow miraculously normal. Like it should be this way. It amazes me how mundane and ordinary life would be if a person didn't know about any of this. Even most of the people on the reservation went about their lives like any other day. But it's better this way. 99% of everyone else doesn't have the balls or knowhow to handle a world that looks like this; Covered in bloodsuckers and evil nightmares.

When I turned off my Xbox, the channel was just finishing the commercial and continuing with the movie it was playing. The old man was bitching about arthritis and cars and shit going too fast. But the saggy old guy did have a point.

"Get busy living or get busy dying"

"Balls to the wall dude…..balls to the fucking wall." I said, holding my fist to the television as if he was going to reach through the screen and pound me.

As soon as I turned it off though, I immediately regretted it. The sounds were bad enough. But the smell, the smell hanging in the air was worse than any leech or dead body I have ever encountered. Approximately 20 steps away, and behind two closed doors, my parents were plugging and it was sweaty and messy. I was grateful that Aaron and Johnny didn't share my heightened senses. As much as I would love to shove them in a barrel and push them over Niagara Falls, I would never make them bare witness to such mutilating and disgusting mental images first. Pops was most likely on top, and by the sound of it, mom was griping onto the sheets…oh…oh god…I can't take this. I rolled over and tried to hide my head under my pillow. For the first time in my life, I actually thought I could smell death coming for me. He was slow and torturous and tasted like my gag reflux. I bit back bile and the urge to get up drive a power drill through my temple.

Death was in this house alright. And it smelled like my mom getting plowed.

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