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Waking Nightmare

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!

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

8. Chapter 6 continued - at embry's house

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Embry skidded to a halt in front of me. I took one glance at his face before latching on to him. Not even phased in the slightest, he held me tightly. For once, I let someone hold me and did it feel good.

“What’s wrong?” he pressed his lips to the top of the crown of my head.

I heard the heavy footfalls as the large football players rushed towards us. Well, rushed for them. Even for humans, they seemed lumbering and slow. They could not be present for my confessions to Embry, and it could not wait. No! I needed him now! “Can we go somewhere private?” I pleaded.

“Of course,” he replied like it was the most reasonable question in the world. I was so thankful.“C’mon,”

Embry must have senses his approaching teammates as well. Swiftly, we moved as fast as we could without arising too much suspicion. I heard the shouts for Embry to stop, the pleadings and the threats. If I was a better girlfriend, i would have let him finish practice. I wasn’t. I needed Embry more than I had ever needed that boy’s blood. We ran past Embry’s car- we would move faster on foot. s we left the parking lot, I heard the panting athletes stop following us.

Embry led. He moved slower than I wanted to, but I was unsure of where he was taking me. We dashed through backyards and over fences. Dogs snapped at Embry’s ankles but shrunk away from me in fear. They weren’t quite sure what I was. We took too long entirely, it seemed, but we finally arrived in a spacious backyard. Embry’s backyard.

Gingerly, he opened the back door. Few in La Push felt the need to lock their doors during the day. No one was home. Still, better safe than sorry. His family did not yet know of my existence and now what not the time for introductions. “This way,” he motioned for me to follow him.

The only room that I had been in in Embry’s house was his living room. It was the main room but a comfortable one. I would love to meet the decorator, but he seemed to shy away from the subject of me meeting his family. It had been three days since he confessed his imprinting on me, and honestly, our relationship had changed drastically. There were more awkward silences and we were suddenly unsure of ourselves. Not to mention that Embry seemed keen on the idea of constantly sucking face. He really liked that. Embry led me up the stairs and down the hall to his room. He flushed bright red whenever he saw its messy state. He startled to mumble apologies, but I didn’t have time for those.

I swung the door closed. Embry looked slightly startled. I did not want to know where his mind was going. I let one venomous tear fall from my eye and then another. Before he could blink, I was bawling into his chest, clinging to him for dear life. I had propelled myself at him with such a force that we went sailing to his large and comfy bed. Neither one I noticed until some time later.

“Emma!” he cried, terrified. He had never seen me cry. He probably did not even know that vampires could cry. He thought that we were mindless beasts. Far from it. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t speak, not even to answer his questions, to soothe his fear. I held onto him and cried until I could cry no more. Only then, could I explain everything. “I almost drained someone, today,” I whispered.

Embry sat up and threw me off of him. “What?” he snarled.

I was so exhausted and sad that I could not even come up with a good retort for his actions. I clutched myself, trying to keep me from falling apart, and nodded. “I did. I would have if it hadn’t been for Jasper. He stopped me. I never understood why it was so hard to combat the bloodlust until now. Even whenever it was Izzie, or when I was an unfed newborn, I did not loose control like I did today.”

“Did you…?” he couldn’t even bring himself to finish the sentence.

“No,” I looked up at him, pained that he looked at me like I was a monster, “I didn’t. Jasper saved me. Helped me fight it. He took the lust for both of us and kept control. It was amazing. The boy is back at the Cullen’s now,”

Embry looked at me, confused. “I thought you said that you didn’t,”

“I didn’t. We interrupted someone else in the middle of draining him. By the time that Rosalie got to him, the venom had mixed to much in his blood. There was nothing we could do except bring him home for Carlisle to teach.” Emma answered truthfully.

“Why not just kill him?” Embry asked. He must have thought that any life was better than that of a vampire.

“We do not murder!” I yelled at him, angry. I was angry that he blamed me for my weakness when no transgression had passed, angry that he bore resentment to my kind in general, and angry that he seemed afraid to touch me. Didn’t he know that loving me would be dealing with these lapses, these moments of weakness?

He flinched. “I know,” he whispered. “I know you don’t. I’m sorry that I even said it,”

“You should be,” I snapped, “You must really hate vampires if your first inclination is to kill a living person in the middle of their transformation!”

“I don’t hate all vampires, Emma.” He reached out and pulled me against his stone hard chest, “I just hate some. Those who would kill recklessly, those who end the lives of people, those who think that they are superior and have the right to wreak havoc where they choose. Those are the vampires that I hate. Not you. Never you. I love you, Emma.”

I sniffed and threw my arms around his neck. “Thank you,”

Embry held me tightly. Words choked in his throat. There was nothing he could say. The moment was too perfect to last. We both heard the font door swing open. Nonsensical chatter filled the air followed by exasperated sighs. I could not contain one of my own. I was loathe to leave. A propinquity had blossomed between us and I feared that an interregnum would destroy it.

“Do you have to leave?” he asked me softly.

“Only if you want me to,” I honestly answered.

He pulled away from me. I couldn’t help but pout. He chuckled as he walked towards his bedroom door. Was he going to walk me to the door? Escort me there so that I could not massacre his family while his back was turned? It hurt me and infuriated me. Almost silently, he reached up to the knob. I heard the grindings of metal and blinked whenever the locked clicked shut. Grinning, Embry rushed back to my open arms, where he stayed contentedly for quite some time.