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I'll Teach You How To Love (Me)

One of the werewolves imprints on a mysterious woman. He travels to the ends of the earth to find her, and then discovers he has an impossible task. He doesn't just have to convince her to love him. He has to convince her love exists at all.

Right- this is a multi-chapter fic. I own nothing. It's in second person, so you can really pick a werewolf besides Jake, Quil, Sam, and Jared. In my mind, it's Embry, and that may be established later. Each chapter has a song which inspired it. I will provide links to the songs. You need to listen to them to get the right mood. I own nothing. REVIEW.

12. Check Yes Juliet

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“Tell me something first,” she qualifies.


“What do you want?”

You draw in a deep breath. It doesn’t mean anything, you try to tell yourself. It doesn’t mean she loves you, or wants you. It doesn’t mean she’s going to accept you. It doesn’t means she cares for you.

“I want you to come back to La Push with me. I want you to leave this awful life behind and forget it ever happened. I want you to make a new one, one where you’re safe, and loved, and happy. I want to be beside you every day and every night. I want to kiss you. I want to earn your trust. I want you to fall in love with me, and I want it to be as easy as falling asleep.”

She starts to laugh, a desperate, deep, woeful laugh, and you ask what’s so funny.

She gasps out the answer between dark chuckles. “I have insomnia.”

You sigh and take her hand in your own, watching as your dark skin covers her fair. “Look. Metaphors and pretty words and everything… can’t say how I feel. So I’m going to put it as plainly as I can. I’m no poet, Jenny, and I can’t lie to you.” You bow your head and squeeze your eyes shut. In the darkness of your sight, the world swims into bright spots of her eyes. “I love you. I love you, and I want you to come with me and be mine. I’m yours. I always will be. But I want you to return that devotion. I don’t expect it. I don’t ask it. But I desire it.”

She nods. “All right. Let me pack my stuff.”

“What?” You can hardly believe your ears. The way she simply accepts it.

“Screw that, I don’t have any stuff worth carting all the way to La Push anyhow.”

“I… huh?”

You can’t figure out how to form a coherent sentence. You can’t figure out how to breathe. The world is spinning, spinning, spinning, and as you turn she’s the only thing that keeps you at all anchored. You would fall apart if she weren’t there, smiling at your apparent folly.

“You asked me to run away with you and leave this shitty life behind. That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m sick of this, all of this, because frankly it’s disgusting and unpleasant and I don’t want to anymore. So I’m coming with you, kid, unless you changed your mind and you don’t want me.”

You laugh aloud. “How could anyone not want you?”

“You’d be surprised, kid.”

You stand and pull her up by the hand you hold, careful not to use your excessive strength to yank it from the socket. “Run away with me. Get out of here. Come be happy.”

“Didn’t I already agree to that?”


She shakes her head at you and follows as you genteelly open the door for her and she strides out of the little apartment.

Neither of you look back.