Author's Note: Well, hello again! This chapter was actually supposed to be out by a days ago but the internet wasn't cooperating towards that goal!.

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I don't know how this chapter shaped out but hope you like it and continue to enjoy it. To one of my reviewer who doesn't have an account here Pai Chan,I wasn't sure if you were yelling at one point but the *lol* put me at ease=p But I must say I completely agree with you. Even though Sam feels for her deeply doesn't mean Hermione feels anything for him… I mean HE imprinted NOT her! I was thinking the exact things you said when I was writing this chapter! It as like you read my mind! =) So, I agree that she wouldn't give in too easily; I will make sure of that ;) …. Am I giving away too much away? =)

So, without letting MY ramblings take up most of the word count, I give you the third chapter of MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE.

Disclaimer: Yes, I am Queen Jo, Bow down to me now!

If I WAS Ms Meyers, I highly doubt my vampire would sparkle and be worth millions….Just a thought.

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The night curtain lifts up;the morning sun rises.

The shadows are sometimes scarier than the dark.

I dash through the fields like a man possessed, I have branches scratching at my face, thorns pulling at my shirt; I even trip on a root but it doesn't deter me from my destination. I am exhilarated, I feel like a series of euphoric explosives have exploded within me. I feel a happiness that I feel I haven't felt for what feels like eons. I could burst with happiness. In fact, if we could phase due to intense happiness, I think I would be out of my clothes and on my four limbs. Thankfully, uncontrolled phasing only occurs when you have a loss of temper. Still, I feel like I could burst with elation and be the first werewolf to prove that theory wrong. However, I really don't favour meeting my imprint naked… well not right away, I don't…I shake my head the thought. FOCUS! I tell myself but I can't help slip a grin over the thought.

I am half way there and as I tread the familiar path; how often have I trudged this way to make my way to the Wilkins? Innumerable times. The only bare thread of sanity keeping me together these past months was the somewhat familiar air I breathed in when I was at their house. Maybe it was because it was where it all began or the strange hum I felt in the presence. It was warm and protective. The moment you entered that place, you felt the strange, slightly intoxicating buzz of magic. The ancient aura you felt at those ancient Quileute meetings, around the bonfire. The hum of a peculiar vibe. It's hard to explain but it made my imprint more real in my mind. I mean, she is real; everyone saw her, even if it was for a fraction of a moment that no one can explain, everyone saw her. So, she was not just some figment of imagination that my mind concocted out of desperation or seclusion. But being in that house made her so very much real. Not real to the touch but to the senses. It was like I could taste her within the house. Now, that I think of it, I MUST have been going crazy without even realizing it.

Anyways, I always was on a lookout for an opportunity to visit that place. After my first visit, I was not expecting to go back there. Only when Mr. Wilkins called me to ask if I knew anyone who could fix their 'telly', I jumped in as the expert. I wasn't an expert but I had been doing odd jobs back in high school and fixing electronics got you a decent sum. That was my way into their house after that. Every time, any repairs were needed, I requested if not outright begged for them to call me. Since then I was their unofficial repairman, from the plumbing to the engine of their car to the toaster. They probably thought I was in desperate need of money or whatever but it worked out for me. Sometimes, it was also for dinners or brunch that I was called in for but whatever the occasion, it made my day.

With the thoughts of a possible meeting with my imprint on my forefront,her smell gets stronger as I reach closer and I guess it reassures me that she might stay this time around. I feel nothing but pure joy that is until my mind returns to me filled with anxiety. Apprehension fills me and suddenly I feel doubt and fear creep in, even if I hate to admit it; the fear of rejection creeps onto me and suddenly everything feels cold. The warm summer wind has somehow turned bitter cold, the sweat running down my spine chills my bone and the gloomy wet forest looks bleak and frosty. I sigh as I slow down and ultimately stop. I take in a few haggard breaths to ret regularity in my breathing. My heart is beating against my chest both due to the strenuous run and anxiety. Strangely, I believe its more anxiety than the run. All my thoughts have moved into territories that my worst nightmare belong to. The nightmares that have plagued me since the first time I've seen my imprint. Of losing her, of not ever finding her again, and mainly of rejection. Yes, mostly of rejection. I can't help but feel how she has already left me once without realizing it and in its own way, abandoned me. These thoughts cloud my mind. I can hear the voice of rejection, the voice of fear, the voice of pain that I have been living with, since I saw first and last saw her, buzz in my ears. The voice keeps telling me she doesn't want me, won't accept me. What if she loves someone else already? She could be married with kids for all I know about her! Why would she love a freak like me anyways? Thoughts that made me inflict pain on myself during nights plague me .

I argue with myself like a fool in the middle of the woods. Call me a coward but the fear of rejection overpowers my senses and I turn back to where I come from. I run back in shame but I don't go back to the cottage. Somehow, I don't think I can face them. I don't think I can face myself. I am a coward; running away from my fear. The pack has been helpful and supportive of me. They always were since losing my imprint and I don't want to disappoint them. I mean I was all up for it less than 10 minutes ago. I mean I was literally tearing down the forest like a mad man. But fear cripples us and I run. I run away from what I've learned to associate with happiness and longing and sorrow and pain. All I can do is run. If only I could run away from my thoughts too that projects an image of my imprint in someone else's arm without the knowledge of my presence.

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AN: (I was going to leave it off here but thought better than to=) Also, I found a better place to leave off at ;D Enjoy the rest of the story. NO INTERRUPTION from now onwards, I promise! =) )

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I jog dejectedly towards the small quaint house that has seen better days among the slightly newer, nevertheless worn down houses. No matter how bad it looks, it is still home. The house where I practically raised myself. My dad died of a heart attack when I was about 7. Mum did odd jobs to make ends meet and I was left alone. I don't feel neglected by any chance. I just never saw myself as a kid anyway as much as I saw myself as an adult even when I was growing up.

I fall face down on the bed and groan to myself. I turn around and cover my face with my hands and then pull at my hair. I groan aloud in frustration again. I ran out of the cottage in search of my imprint and then turned away like a coward afraid of rejection. I don't what fact I am more embarrassed about. The fact I am displaying my emotions out so vulnerably or that I am a coward, despite being my 21 years.

I am not a man who wears his heart on his sleeves but almost for the whole year now, I have been nothing but a mess. I feel humiliation, despite the fact no one knows of my cowardice, yet. I feel embarrassed and yet slightly miffed for overreacting. I guess, it's god's one way to say 'Don't rush'. With these thoughts, I turn over face down again on the sheets.

I must have been more tired thought because I slowly lull to sleep, or it could just be a relief of some sort…

I don't remember falling asleep but when I wake up to a loud vibration from my pocket accompanied by the loud music, it is alarmingly bright outside. You have to remember that this is Forks. The one place, where days as such deserve a 'Sunshine Holiday' if days as such are present. Glancing at the clock by the bed, its 11 am.

My phone says it's the Wilkins's number. I groan. God must love me today.

"Hello?" I say the customary greeting while answering any phone call.

I was expecting the motherly voice of Mrs. Wilkins or the gruff sound of Wendell but it's a different voice that speaks. It has the strong English accent that Mr. and Mrs. Wilkins speak with but it belongs to someone clearly younger.

"Hello, is this Sam?" It is sweet and sounds like the melody of soothing wind chimes in the midst of a pleasant gust of wind. And in that instant I know, this is my imprint. It is my imprint. My imprint. I am talking to my imprint from whom I was running away just moments ago. I feel like jumping around the room imagining everything is a trampoline but I refrain myself. I am melting from just four words. I am so lost in my musing that I don't hear the next words she says.

"….So, is that okay with you?" She finishes. "Uhh...Mr. Uley?" Huh. SHIT. What did she say? I didn't even get her name. SHIT!

"Yes, sure…uhh.." I stutter out…real smooth, real smooth. I mentally groan

"Hermione, I am Hermione. I realized I didn't give you my name. Well, thank you. Bye" She adds before she hangs up.

Hermione…mmm…such a beautiful name….but what did she want. SHIT!

But the sun shines brighter.

End Notes: This is not a cliff hanger… Even though, I was slightly going for the effect=p And if anybody found the 'Sunshine Holiday' thing weird, it happens. My friend used to go to this boarding school where it was only snow or cold or more cold ,so on the very rare occasion they got to see the sun, there was something called the 'Sunshine Holiday'.

Always open to your suggestions, ideas, views and wonderful critic =)

Until next time.

Yours one and only,

Iberis Galloway.