First Imprint Sam's Story.

Chapter 34: Fear

Chapter 34 - Fear

Sam's POV

So here it was. New Year's Eve and I was spending the morning in a field surrounded by God only knew how many vampires. The stench was enough to permanently damage my sense of smell. Jacob had joined us early in the morning and we confirmed our strategy. When Jacob gave the sign, we had planned to come out of the forest and reveal ourselves to the Volturi. The hope had been that the element of surprise would stop the Volturi in their tracks.

And the idea worked. When the Volturi came to the clearing that we were in, Jacob asked us to step forward. Both my pack and his stepped out of the woods and stood side by side with the Cullens and their allies. Thanks to recent changes on the reservation, we now stood at 16 werewolves, 17 including Jacob. It had halted the Volturi's procession and now here we were playing a waiting game.

I looked at the three leaders of the Volturi with little interest while they stood in the middle of the field. Edward was talking to them now, holding one of the leader's hands. I was hoping they would attack for the simple reason that I needed something to vent my frustrations on. Thanks to them my wedding was ruined. Thanks to these stupid, worthless, pieces of shit, my Emily had walked around the house for the past few weeks like a zombie.

And that brought me up to my current problem. The reason I was standing here like vegetable. Her reaction was resurrecting my greatest fear.

What if Emily had finally had enough? What if she decided I wasn't worth the bother any more? Since meeting me, she had been injured leaving her with permanent scars, she had been alienated from her family, she had slaved away in the kitchen for a pack of unruly wolves time after time, she had been left to worry over and over again, and now her dream wedding was in shambles.

Why the hell would she choose this life, when she could be offered something so much better with someone else? The idea of Emily being with anyone but me was enough to make me want to run across the field and attack every single vampire in sight. I imagined someone else seeing her special smile that she reserved just for me. It was enough to make me want to yell. The pain from that thought was unbearable, and I was glad that I had found a way to block my thoughts from the rest of the pack.

I thought of Emily again with longing. While I knew that I wouldn't be able to live without Emily in my life, and that I would love her until I took my last dying breath, I feared that Emily had finally reached the point where she would say "no thanks jerk off" and would leave. It wasn't like I didn't deserve it.

After we had made love on the lounge chair the day I told her we needed to postpone the wedding, she had said, "You know what kills me Sam. I didn't need the big wedding or any of the fancy stuff that went with it...that was my mom and Stacy. I just wanted to be your wife so bad."

I had wanted to throw her in the car right then and there and take her to Vegas. But my number one priority was making sure she was safe. I had to focus on training the wolves for this battle. Because if we failed against the Volturi, I had no doubt that they follow our scent back to La Push and wipe out our families.

"Shouldn't we attack?" one of the new wolves asked in a nervous voice, interrupting my memories.

Seven! I couldn't believe seven more kids had changed into wolves over the past few weeks. It was solely because the Cullens had sent every vampire they had ever met to the little town of Forks. The new wolves hadn't even stood a chance and had changed within a couple of weeks of each other. Luckily, Jacob's pack worked with me and we had been able to get some great practice sessions done. It helped that we couldn't read their thoughts. We could practice attacking each other without knowing what our "opponent" was thinking.