Author's Note: Alrighty let's try this again. So my other story I posted sucked! lol no reviews and I don't even think anyone read it bahaha! but hopefully this one will do better! New Moon fic and this was really spontaneous. I was actually gonna make this Jacob&Bella but ended up with Embry and Leah :] whoo! I like them too. Haha anyways please review and enjoy if you can. If you don't like it TELL ME!!! I gotta improve somehow :] ~cRuzA95

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do NOT own the totally awesome characters of NEW MOON by STEPHENIE MEYER

"I thought you'd run screaming. . ."

Chapter 1

I saw how he treated her and I couldn't stand it. It killed me, pained me, to see that she was so blind and oblivious to the fact that he treated her like crap. She was too good for him and she didn't deserve to suffer anymore. But I couldn't voice my opinion, although I knew she wouldn't listen to me anyway, I could never tell her how I truly felt. It would have crushed her and I hated, more than anything, to see that look in her eyes. That look that would break my heart—shatter it I should say. But I hated so much the way she just took the pain and I couldn't believe Sam could treat her like she didn't matter.

Being a werewolf made everything incredibly more difficult seeing as I couldn't just walk away from the girl I was now connected to. I can't believe I'd imprinted on Leah Clearwater. Get a grip, Embry Call. I repeated to myself over and over. How the hell was I going to tell Sam that I'd imprinted on the girl he used to and still loved? Although Sam had Emily now I knew he would wring my neck—or less dramatically, make me run patrol til I couldn't crawl.

As I walked through the La Push reservation carnival I deliberated on what my alternatives were. I hadn't even realized that I'd been looking for her until I saw Leah standing alone in line for the Ferris wheel. I felt suddenly relaxed forgetting the plan that had just been so perfectly clear in my mind. 'Well . . .' I heaved a gust of air out of my lungs. 'I mine as well tell Leah before I get to Sam. I'm not going to sit here and suppress this any longer.'

It had been a week since I'd realized that I was completely and totally in love with Leah. And I was relieved that I could manage to keep my thoughts to myself while in wolf form with Sam nearby which was hard. Now I understood why it killed Sam so much to be away from Emily for too long. And he saw her every freaking day! I'd gone a week without Leah and like Sam had done with Emily, I guess I'd turned into a bit of a stalker but still keeping my distance.

As I walked over to Leah my heart began to race and I had to fold my arms tight across my chest to suppress myself from wrapping her in an enormous bear hug.

"Hey, Embry," she said as she turned and smiled. She was hands down the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life. I couldn't help myself so I felt a huge, and probably cheesy grin stretch across my face as her smile knocked the breath right outta me. I stopped a few feet in front of her. Wow I was starting to get really movie-cheesy.

"Leah," I said, ironically enough my voice rang with enthusiasm as I tried to tone it down. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, hesitant now.

"Yeah, do you wanna ride the Ferris wheel with me while we talk?" She asked. She probably thought I didn't see her eyes wander past me to Sam and Emily who I could hear chatting happily behind me as Emily tried to shoot the duck targets.

"Sure," I replied, again a little too enthusiastic. I could feel Sam's gaze burning a whole in my back. But nothing could cause my good mood to lessen as I stood here, next to the most amazing girl in the world. 'Yep, I am getting cheesy' I thought to myself.

When the people on the Ferris wheel filed out the off ramp I pulled out six bright yellow tickets and shoved them in the ticket box before Leah could even get hers out. I guessed she didn't see me so I grabbed her hand when she went to put the tickets in the box.

"Already taken care of," I said, happy with the cool tone in my voice. I cracked a smile at her, not letting go of her hand as I towed her to the next seat. When the ride started I'd forgotten I was still holding her hand. So I let go automatically when she looked at me strangely.

"So I guess I owe you three tickets." She laughed slightly, looking at me apologetically.

I snorted and laughed. "Na it's all good, I won like fifty from a bet with Quil." This made her laugh and I sighed with relief. It sounded so perfect—like music to my ears.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" She kept the smile on her face and I knew I couldn't bring up Sam or she'd get that look in her eyes . . . the look I couldn't stand. But I had to tell her how I felt . . . but what if she didn't like me? What if she still loved Sam? Oh who the hell was I kidding; of course she still loved Sam, but I knew with every ounce of my brain that I couldn't not tell her. Even though Sam was still and always would be in her heart, I couldn't help but hope that she would have enough room for me in there somewhere . . . somewhere in the heart that I couldn't bear to break. The heart I yearned to mend.

I hesitated but sighed in defeat. "Alright Leah, we both know that you're still in love with Sam." She flinched at the mention of his name and looked down. My stomach tightened into a knot as I strained to keep from shaking—not because of the Ferris wheel that was now speeding up but because I hated to see her like this. "But you have to know," I continued. "I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you and I don't think I have the strength to do it anymore. I hate to have to watch you being tortured every time he looks at you and I want you to know that even if you don't want me to be, I'll always be here for you."

I had to lean forward and put my elbows on my knees as I crushed my wadded up fists into my forehead. I took deep breaths but disappointingly I could feel myself vibrating. I had to concentrate on how to breathe so I wouldn't phase right here in this tiny seat and hurt her. I would never forgive myself if that happened so I wouldn't let it. As if the director read my thoughts the ride was over but I was still shaking. I got off quickly and she stepped off behind me. I was surprised when she didn't say goodbye and walk off but she stayed by my side. I shoved my fists into my pockets keeping my head down and racking my brain for the right words to say. I caught sight of a bench and sat down; she sat down too surprising me again. I didn't look at her leaning forward onto my knees again taking deep breaths to stop the shaking.

When it was only my fists still slightly shaking I let myself peek up at her. Her face was serene and beautiful, almost calm except for her eyes. I was surprised that she wasn't scared or shocked but pondering, it looked like. I wanted to break the silence but she spoke before I could.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" she asked cracking that gorgeous smile I loved so much. 'My smile,' I suddenly thought. My muscles relaxed and I felt me jaw drop. I looked at her dumbstruck and speechless. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I ducked my head into my hands hiding my face. She laughed and I couldn't help but smile into my hands at the beautiful sound. I felt her lean towards me as she placed her hand lightly on my shoulder and whispered, "I was about to give up on you."

I couldn't take it anymore, "Now you've done it," I said teasingly. I stood up taking her hand and pulling her up into a tight hug crushing her against me. I closed my eyes and felt her arms wrap up around my neck. I wanted this moment to last forever.

My eyes snapped open as I realized that I hadn't even told her the real depth of my feelings and the reason why I felt this way. Would she still want me once I told her I was a werewolf?

"I've been dying to ask," she said, pulling away to look at me. "Why do you, Sam, Paul, Jared, and Jake always feel like you're running a bizarre fever?"

"How ironic," I replied reluctantly. Leah looked at me with skepticism in her eyes.

"What?" she asked confused. I was at a loss for words and had no idea what I was supposed to say. She waited patiently as I grimaced at our feet. I reached up and grabbed her hands which were still around my neck.

"Let's go somewhere quiet . . ." I whispered leaning to gently brush my lips against hers—full and perfect wondering if she would pull away. I only meant it to be a quick peck but failed to lean away before she leaned up on her tiptoes kissing me full on. I couldn't resist so I hugged her closer wrapping my arms tight around her waist. It was amazing how much smaller she was than me, I realized, when it felt like I could have hugged her and myself. When she started to pull away I held her tight for a half second more before I relaxed my arms enough for her to be able to lean back and take a deep breath.

"I know a place where we could talk in privacy." I looked at her, astonished that she seemed to know that we needed to be completely alone.

"Sam did this a lot didn't he; taking you somewhere quiet to explain things." I suddenly caught on. She just nodded taking my hand and leading the way to a path that broke the forest wall behind the fortune-tellers tent.

It took a second to tear my eyes away from her face to look around for a bit. We were on the path that led out to the cliffs. She slowed down a bit and fell back beside me, letting her head rest on my shoulder. I was surprised she was even tall enough to reach it; seeing as when you're a werewolf you get a lot bigger than the average Joe I thought that she would have been shorter and colder. She seemed to be the same temperature I was but I knew that was impossible.

When the trail finally fanned out we kept walking but I stopped a couple yards short from the edge of the cliff. She stopped too looking up at me as if I was being foolishly cautious. I turned to her and she turned too so she was facing me full on. I looked into her eyes seeing the reflection of the full moon in them thanking to God I wasn't like a normal werewolf.

Leah smiled at me and I had to smile back. I took both her hands in mine and sighed deeply. I was getting frustrated with myself and was disappointed when I started shaking again and I let my head drop, looking at our feet again.

"Just breathe," she said softly. "I know it's hard but it's ok; just take your time." I couldn't believe my ears. I lifted my hands to take her face in them and stared into her eyes. Could she possibly know my secret already? Had Sam told her that that was the reason why he had to be with Emily? I shook my head and realized that I had stopped shaking. My whole frame was still. Leah reached up and took my hands away from her face. "Your hands were starting to make me sweat," she laughed.

"Leah," I hesitated. She looked at me; waiting patiently for me to find my words. "I know I should have said this first but . . ." Leah looked at me with cautious eyes, confusion swimming in them. "I'm a werewolf." It came out in a whisper; that was all I could manage without shaking. She seemed to hear the seriousness in my voice and understood right then, that this was not another one of my jokes. My head dropped immediately as I saw her eyes widen and her mouth drop open. I felt her hands leave mine and I closed my eyes and struggled to calm myself—I started to shake again.

"So this is what Sam tried to tell me when he left me for Emily. . ." she breathed. "And why you guys shake when you're mad and are always really warm?" She caught on quick and didn't miss much. I looked up slowly and into her eyes already knowing what I would see in them. But once again, she surprised me. Leah was smiling. It was my smile again and she reached up to touch my cheek. I reached up too, intertwining my fingers with hers and sighing with relief, knowing she understood.

"I thought you'd run screaming," I said sheepishly.

She raised one beautiful eyebrow and laughed lightly. "I must be a magnet for you giant Quileute boys." I chuckled and leaned down to press my lips to hers, pulling her closer to me again.

I heard a twig snap and I broke the kiss, snapping my head to back to the trail instinctively pulling Leah behind me. It was Sam. Emily was standing beside him, holding his arm and looking worried or hurt up at her fiancé's face. He was shaking violently and I automatically knew what he was here for.