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Waking Nightmare

Summary:
A new score of vampires threatens the inhabitants of Forks. The Cullens barely escape the massacre but are forced to return to help save what is left of the town. But with Emma on the fritz and Bella's own conflicts of right and wrong, vampires or werewolves, the future of Forks does not look very promising. The worst part… vampires that don't know when to quit keep popping up. And people keep dying. This is the much anticipated sequel to Nightshade. It will be finished before Breaking Dawn is published!


Notes:
All of this belongs to Stephenie Meyer. If you know what is good for you, you will review.


5. Chapter Four Cont.

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dudes and dudettes, mostly dudettes, i am sorry to say that i just realized that my chapter got cut of before the date. and i know that you all wanted to get that part. so here we go. the date part.

Believe it or not, the car ride to La Push was very tense. They had never been completely alone before and it scared Emma. She had no idea how she was supposed to act around him. She was more confident in a group setting, not a one on one environment. Embry clutched his steering wheel tightly, letting Emma know that he was just as uncomfortable as she was. Great.

“So…” Emma said.

“So,” Embry agreed.

Dang it. They were in the awkward silence again. Just like the first time she met him. How did she get out of this one? “So, how was your day?” Could there have been a lamer question in the world?

Embry shrugged. “Like every other day,”

“Oh,” she tried to sound interested.

Embry chuckled. “Don’t worry. I know that it is boring.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a grin.

“What did you do today?” he asked.

“I went shopping with Rosalie for Bella’s wedding,” she wrinkled her nose in the most adorable way. He wanted to take a picture. It was one of the cutest things he had ever seen. But the cutest thing that he had ever seen came just a few minutes later. They parked near the beach. The fire had already been started. The flames rose high into the air, the sparks disappearing even harder into the inky sky above. Emma looked at the fire in excitement. Both of them could smell the s’mores and the hotdogs and hamburgers. They saw the pack and their families already there, happy and celebrating. Suddenly, Embry tensed up. They all told him to bring Emma. This entire thing was for her, to introduce her to the pack lifestyle, and to tell her about imprinting. But what if they didn’t accept her? What would he do then? Leave the pack, or try to convince them that Emma was all right? It wasn’t like they hadn’t met Emma before. Each one of them, with the exception of Sue, had met Emma at some point. She was always up at Sam’s house, it seemed. There was never a week that passed since she came back from Georgia with the Cullens that she had not stopped by to see them. As far as he knew, all of the immediate pack had taken a liking to Emma. Even Paul. Okay, definitely Paul. Then, why on earth was he so nervous?

But back to the cutest thing ever. Emma leaned forward in anticipation. She looked to Embry, her beautiful purple eyes glowing in excitement. She screamed silently at him, begging to tell him that it was all right for her to. He had to acquiesce her.

“You ready?”

She grinned up at him, bobbing her head emphatically. Barely containing a squeal of excitement, she turned to the door. The cutest expression ever crossed her face. She was totally confused. “Where’s the handle?” she asked. Embry just leaned back, content to watch. She peered at the door, looking for the handle. He wasn’t going to tell her where it was. She was just too adorable! Even with her superior vampire senses, she was absolutely lost. Eyes widening, she grinned as she finally found the handle. Pulling it, she pushed the door open. Somewhat sad that the adorable Emma time was over, he- already knowing where the handle was- opened the door.

She waited patiently for him at the hood of the car. Grinning, he thought about taking her hand. He didn’t want her to think that he was being to forward and presumptuous, but he also wanted to tell her that he was interested in her in other ways besides friendship. Oh yes, definitely interested. Showing the courage that the entire pack was known for, Embry tentatively reached out and intertwined their fingers. Emma jumped slightly at the contact. She looked down, slightly confused at his behavior. After viewing their hands for a split second, she looked up at his eyes. She must have seen something that reassured her for she rewarded him with a bright smile before she proceeded to drag him across the short distance to the bonfire.

For his part, Embry could not believe how good it felt to hold her hand. She was so softy and gentle, nothing like he had been led to believe about vampires. And her touch was as cold as ice against his burning flesh. Oh God, it felt so magnificent. It was a relief from the constant burn that he always felt. Most of the pack was not aware of the constant heat- they were all too used to it to notice it. But not Embry, he was always oh so very aware of it. And he had never felt anything so good as her cool touch.

“Finally!” Jacob yelled.

“The guests of honor have arrived!” Paul chortled.

“Oh, you two,” Emma sat down beside Paul, grinning from ear to ear.

All eyes zeroed in on their hands. They still held on to each other, almost subconsciously. It felt so natural to hold on to each other, to keep that constant touch, that neither realized what they were doing. It was as if they had suddenly found a missing piece and now that they had it back, they were never going to let it go.

The wind shifted, sending a warm burst of air towards the little group. Emma leaned into Embry instinctively, burying her head in his neck. He could have crooned with pleasure. What he didn’t realize was that Emma got a good whiff of the normal humans. And boy oh boy, did they smell good. NO! She couldn’t… not now… eww! She didn’t want to eat any of them, even if they did smell so good. Charlie’s blood had tasted like elixir and eery since, she had craved it more than anything else in the world. That’s why when Izzie came home Emma tackled Embry. Werewolf always seemed to clear her senses because of the rathe ugly smell, but it worked. Now, she was doing it again, thankful that Embry was nice enough to let her. Granted, he probably had no idea of the torrent of schemes to lure one of them away that filtered through her head. She was very glad that Edward was absent. He no doubt would be snarling and all around unhelpful.

As food was passed around, Emma did her best to not focus on the delectable looking s’mores. The hotdogs and hamburgers even enticed her senses, but she staunchly reminded herself that she was true vegetarian and paid them no mind. She talked to Paul and Jacob, happily leaning on Embry for support after she got bored sitting erect. They talked about cars- which she didn’t understand at all- and some video games- which, thanks to Emmet, she completely understood- and then movies. After a while, Embry wrapped an arm around her waist, effectively pulling her into his lap. She didn’t mind. Embry was comfy.

“Story time!” Jacob suddenly yelled.

Emma looked up at Embry. “Story time?”

Embry nodded, all the color in his face draining suddenly. She felt his heart speed up and he started to slightly perspire.

“Are you all right?” she asked him. Putting a tender upside down hand on his forehead, she noted that he was much warmer than usual.

He nodded again. Gulping, he answered her question. “Story time happens all the time. It’s where we tell the legends of the pack.”

“To do what? Refresh your memories?” she quipped lightly.

He gave a strained chuckle. “Sometimes. Or to induct new members into the pack,”

“How lucky,” Emma mused, turning ever so slightly so that she could watch Billy tell the story. Mr. Black sat in front of the bonfire. The light etched an almost eerie shadow on his face. He looked so grave that Emma understood the severity of the situation. She felt honored that they trusted her to be there, listening to these important legends.

Billy began. He told of the first great chief and the invading army, the treacherous servant. He told of the three wives, the cold ones, imprinting. He went on, telling other legends, like the great grandson of the chief who saved his entire tribe and other legends that she had no idea where irrelevant now that the original legends were finished. Embry did not relax as she lay on him. Rather, he seemed to become more and more anxious, as if waiting for something to happened. She listened for any threat with one ear and the stories with another. They were far more interesting.

It was after midnight when the legends were finished. Nobody wanted to leave quite yet, so they stayed to make more s’mores. Then, Jared and Paul remembered that they had brought fireworks. They ran off to Paul’s truck to get them. Emma sat, mulling over all of the legends. She understood why the wolves liked to hear them again and again. They were very interesting. She snuggled down on Embry, awaiting the fireworks, completely missing the pitying looks being shot at a desolate Embry.

It felt like she was missing something. But what? She had no particular reason to need to know any of the legends. In fact, she was quite content not knowing any of them. They made her think that something was amiss, and she did not like that at all. It was oh so aggravating. Why would she need to know about the first chief werewolf dude or the whole imprinting shebang. Who cared? Not her- ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. She got it. She totally got it.

Embry had been focused on talking with Jacob about the display of pyrotechnics. Mostly how they all feared the fact that Paul and Jared were setting them up. They all could die right then and there. He jumped when Emma squirmed out of his hold. He looked up at her with confusion.

“Wha-”

She looked down at him with smoldering eyes. “I think I should go,”

“We’re not finished, yet,” he protested.

“I have this… feeling,” she made up a quick lie. “I need to go.”

Embry groaned and started to stand up. “Fine, Emma. I’ll take you home.”

“NO!” Emma protested with wide eyes. Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at her in confusion. She shook her head, clearing it slightly. “It’s fine. You stay here and watch the fireworks. I’ll run home.”

“What? No,” he disagreed, standing up to tower a whole foot over her. “It’s dangerous, out there.”

“I’ll be fine. You’re forgetting that I’m a cold one,” she hissed.

Embry froze. Whenever it was suggested that he bring her a bonfire, no one even thought to think that Emma the vampire might be insulted over the whole cold ones suck thing. From the look on Embry’s face, Emma gathered that she had totally misinterpreted his reasons for inviting her to the bonfire. But, there was no going back, so she would just ride out the events.

“If you didn’t want me around any more, it would have been better to just tell me instead of embarrass me in front of everybody with those damn legends, Embry Call!” she snarled.

Embry had to blink his head for a second to clear it. He could not process what she was tell him. It was impossible for him to process it. Once he did comprehend it, he took off after Emma, running as fast he could to catch up with her. She wanted to walk and clear her head, so he caught up with her rather quickly. Luckily for him, Emma never paid attention.

“Emma,” she squealed loudly when he grabbed her arm.

Immediately, she regained her composure and gave him a good, solid punch in the face. He let go of her arm as she intended and fell back swearing. He was lucky that his blood smelled horrible and even luckier that it never entered her mind to use his incapacitated time to run away from her. If she did, he never would have caught her. “Jackass,” she snarled.

“Oh, that hurt like hell,” he said. She hadn’t hit him hard enough to break anything, but there would be a great big bruise. His mom would flip.

“Good,”

He quickly remember what he was there for. “Emma, I swear, I never wanted you to think that you were unwelcome.”

She sighed. “I know,”

“Then why did you leave?” he asked, flabbergasted.

“Because I thought that that was what you wanted me to understand before I said it. Then I saw your face and realized that I probably had the wrong idea. But, it was already said and I wasn’t going to back down or say sorry.”

“Why did you punch me?” he asked, more than slightly annoyed.

“Because I am pissed at you,”

Good reason, he thought sarcastically. “I am sorry for making you mad at me,” he apologized. The first thing to do was to get back on her good side. After that, he could confess his undying love and devotion.

She folded her arms across her ample chest, pushing them up even further. Embry gulped reflexively. “You are forgiven,” she said at last.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. Now on to the hard part. She beat him to the punch. “I know what you wanted me to understand from the stories,” she whispered.

He froze. “A…and *gulp* what do you think about it?” He prayed that he would like the answer.

“It’s not fair,” she whispered.

Fuck. “What’s not fair about it?”

“You all should not be forced to love someone that you don’t. What if there was someone else, someone that you had given your heart completely to, and then you up and imprinted. That would totally destroy the other person,”

She had no idea, Embry thought. He nodded. “I know.”

“Izzie’s already in love with Edward, and I’m not going to try to get her to love Jacob, Embry.” Emma said defensively.

Embry blinked. “What?” he snarled defensively. How could she be so ignorant? This had nothing to do with either one of them and still, she brought them into it? What the hell was wrong with her?

Emma took on a defensive stance. “I don’t care what you do or say or think, Embry Call. I’m not going to help this pack play matchmaker with somebody’s feelings. Izzie chose Edward and I’m not going to try to change that. Edward makes Izzie happy and that’s all that she needs.”

“You are so stupid, you know that!” he yelled, fists clenched.

“Oh, you arrogant bastard!” Emma screamed back.

“This has no fucking thing to do with Jacob or your precious Izzie!” he ranted.

Emma stopped completely. That was not what she had been expecting. “Oh,” she looked around, more than slightly confused. “Really?”

“Yes, really, Emma.” Embry groaned in frustration. “Jacob and Bella were always the farthest thing from my mind tonight.”

Emma bit her lip. “Missed that one. Sorry?”

He shook his head. “You are such an idiot, sometimes. You know that?”

“Oh and you are the King of Smarsville, ehy… Embry.” She was defensive again. Dammit. Could he not do anything right?

“You don’t know what’s going on at all, do you, Emma?” he asked quietly, afraid to look at her. If he looked at her contact colored eyes, he would loose what little resolve he had. She always made him forget what he was going to say, and she absolutely no fucking idea as to why! It made him want to groan and shout in frustration.

She shook her head. “No,” she replied in a whisper. It made his heart melt.

“You were right about the imprinting thing, Emma. Just the wrong people,” he confessed.

“Did Paul imprint?” she tried to sound hopeful.

He groaned. She had to know. She just had to. There was no way that she was this dumb. She just didn’t want to tell him no, that she wasn’t interested, that there was someone else. Oh God, no. What if there was someone else? What would he do then? Rip the lucky bastard to shreds? Probably, he had admit. He could not even think of anyone other than him touching his Emma in such an intimate manner. If he ever found out, he would tear them to shreds with his bare hands.

“No,” he whispered very very softly. “He hasn’t yet,”

“Wh… who did?” she sounded so scared, it cut him through the heart.

“I did,” This time, his words were so low that they were barely audible. Embry himself had to strain to hear it.

“Oh,” Emma looked like she was going to cry. “I see,”

Embry deflated completely. Here it came. He prepared himself for rejection. It never came. Well, at least, not in the form he expected.

“Tell her I said congrats, ‘kay?” she turned around.

Embry looked at her retreating form for the second time in ten minutes. “What do you mean, tell her congrats?” he couldn’t help but call out.

Emma turned around, smiling sadly. “Isn’t that what people say to one another when they find their true love, their other half?”

Embry nodded. Yeah, she was right about that…

“Good night, Embry. I won’t keep you from your Lady Love any longer.”

Embry had to stop her physically again by grabbing her arm. He spun her around and looked deep into her eyes. “What are you doing?” she squeaked. He let go. He had scared her.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded, “Don’t leave. Not again. You’re not keeping me from my Lady Love at all, Emma.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Yes, I am. You are here with me, not with her. I am therefore hoarding you from her and that is unacceptable,”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m starting to…maybe… no. Not at all.” That was his Emma. As blunt as ever.

He sighed through nose. “I told you earlier, that we only shared the legends with those who were being inducted into the pack.”

Emma grinned. “Was she there and I didn’t see her? You, jerk. You should’ve introduced us,”

“You ignorant idiot!” he thundered.

Emma glared. “That’s not ver- mmphf!”

He couldn’t take it any longer. She wasn’t going to get it unless he told her directly. But, he couldn’t force himself to do that. So he grabbed her head and pulled her close to him. He brought his burning lips down onto her icy red ones and kissed her with all that he had. This was not a soft, gentle kiss, but rather a harsh, demanding, do-you-finally-get-what-I’ve-been-trying-to-tell-you-all-night-long kiss. Emma did not do anything, much to his chagrin. She just stood there and took his mastery over her face. He pulled away panting. She hadn’t even needed air out of habit. DAMMIT!

“Do you get it now?” he yelled, “Do you understand finally?”

Emma’s hand flew up to touch her tingly lips. Barely, she nodded. “You love me,” It wasn’t a question, but rather a statement. He nodded. “You imprinted on me,” she continued. Again he nodded. “And you had no choice. God just made you love me?” He nodded for a third time. “Do I have a choice?” she whispered.

His heart stopped. Was loving him really all that repulsive to her? Did she really not want to love him? Trying to keep his eyes from tearing up, he gave her the truth. “Yes, yes you do. You don’t have to love me if you don’t want to,”

Emma sighed. Reaching up, she traced his lips with her icy fingers. “I think that I could love you very much,”

Joy blossomed throughout him. He smiled with happiness. She could love him. She was willing to try. He had never been so happy. Grabbing her wrist to keep her hand where it was, he gently kissed her fingers. Emma watched him in fascination. No one had ever kissed her fingertips before. It was an odd sensation.

Letting go of her wrist only to pull her tightly against him, he whispered, “I think that I could love you very much, too,” Emma closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat soothingly. Neither one of them even saw as Jared and Paul shot off the fireworks as a lament to Embry’s failed imprinting. They would find out tomorrow how much of a failure it really wasn’t.