Hope For Me
This is Leah's imprint collection by me. There's loads of people i know she'd never imprint on, but since this is a fanfiction, she will. Vampires. Werewolves. Something else?
1. Chapter 1
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Edward and Leah.
I wanted to cry. I really did, I’d taken all I could handle. Every emotion I felt seemed to be worse then the last. Sam had Emily, Jared had Kim, and Quil had Claire. Even Jacob had Bella. The stupid girl had finally decided which of her “true loves” she wanted to keep. I could imagine how Edward felt; it’s the same way I felt.
All of it, just piling up inside of me, ready to burst.
I realised, quite suddenly, that I was crying, huge, cold tears, flowing down my face. I wondered why they were cold, but only for a second or two. Because after that second, they were being wiped away by granite hands. Hands as cold as winter itself.
I smelt the sweet scent. The scent that all the other werewolves hated.
I never told them how appealing I found it, I never told them how I craved to have someone smelling as sweet as that, someone to hold me, someone who’s scent alone could comfort and sooth me.
No, I never told them that.
Opening my eyes, I saw the beautiful, solemn topaz eyes of a vampire.
And I felt it.
I felt the spark that Sam had tried to describe, but couldn’t.
The spark that Jared, Jacob and Quil all thought about.
And god, it changed everything.
It wasn’t like I thought it’d be. It wasn’t as if we had joined suddenly. It was like we’d ALWAYS been joined, like I’d just not known he was there, like a part of me I didn’t know existed had just taken its first breath.
Like a cold, winters night, curled up with a loved one and hot chocolate.
Like the first snowflake, lovely and new.
And I was suddenly free. It was as if every atom in my body had come alive, like they were singing.
I smiled, gently, cautiously.
His eyes were glittering with confusion, but he read every thought in my head and he understood.
Edward Cullen smiled back at me.
Three days later.
Edward and I became almost inseparable. On the weekends we were together in Forks or his meadow, on the nights I normally camped out with him, we were only really apart when he was hunting or when I went to school. It was all going perfectly, being with him gave my heart wings, lifted me through the fog and gloom. We’d spend days sitting, just sitting with each other, him holding on to me as we talked and watched the animals.
It was going fine.
Until the Pack found out.
Tell me what you think, I’m not sure whether to carry it on or not, but you can be the judge of that. Just…review.
I could make it a series of one-shots and end this here, or I could do that later and carry on this story. Vote now please or I won’t do either.
a) Carry this story on now
b) Make it the one-shot idea
It’s up to you spoons!