when it rains, it pours | FELIX VOLTURI

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elegant

Everyone knows the love story of Bella and Edward. Or, at least, parts of it - with the vampires and werewolves not included, but they know the child that had been born as a result of their story. But there is another story yet to be told, of  a hybrid and a vampire. This is their story....and not all of it is happy. 

 The meadow.

Every so often, a breeze, light, would dance through. The summers made the place beautiful, and, although it was no longer visited by a certain two, it was now visited by one.

Fingertips lightly skimmed over the blades of grass, and ever so often a soft sigh would fall from her lips. Her back rests on the grass, small, delicate hands moving to rest on her stomach as her blue eyes roved over the sky, watching the clouds as they drifted past. 

The meadow is quiet, apart from her soft breathing, the birds twittering and singing their songs, and the rustle of the leaves of trees as the breeze dances ever so often through the meadow, disturbing them to cause their rustling.

"Charlotte." 

A face appears in her vision, looking down at her - a smiling, laughing face. One that she recognizes.

"Embry." 

A gentle smile curves her lips. Embry is a werewolf, like her, and also her packmate in the Quileute tribe. But he's also her best friend, the person who helped her through her first phasing when she was sixteen. For her, it's hard to believe it's only been a year since she phased, and Embry was there, helping and encouraging and reassuring her. He's helped her keep her secret from her family, and her parents. 

"Can I join you?"

She pretended to think for a moment before she rolls her eyes. "Of course." 

He moves out of her field of vision, and she keeps her eyes on the sky as he lays on his back beside her. 

"Thanks."

She gives a nod in response, staying quiet. They stay like that for a long while, in comfortable silence, just watching the clouds drift across the sky. It's peaceful. And she likes having him here. 

"Embry?"

"Yeah?"

She hesitates for a split second. "I've been feeling weird lately."

He looks over at her, one of his eyebrows raised in question. "Feeling weird how? Like you're sick?"

"No, no. More like....a part of me is missing." She bites down lightly on her bottom lip. "I mean, I guess I've always felt that way."

A frown tugs at the corners of Embry's lips. "We've always thought that female werewolves are unable to imprint. Leah...she hasn't ever imprinted, for as long as the first time she phased. But maybe we were wrong, and that's why?"

"You think so?" Now it was her time to frown, and she turns her head to meet his gaze.

"Well, if we both were able to shift into wolves, and vampires are real, both of which have happened....then I'd say anything is possible."

Her hand searches for his, and when she finds it she laces their fingers, giving his hand a light squeeze, like they always do. Embry wonders absentmindedly if she knows he's been trying to imprint on her.

She's the only one in the tribe who's oblivious to that. Sam and the rest asked him about it a long while ago. She just...hasn't noticed. Part of him is thankful. The other part is disappointed. Because he knows the only way she'll ever be able to think of him is as her best friend. 

"I should get back." A soft sigh follows after her words, and without letting go of his hand she props herself up on her elbows. Embry follows soon after. 

"They'll be wondering where you are, the bloodsuckers." Embry sighs too. Since the birth of Renesmee, Bella and Edward's daughter, and Jacob's imprinting on the little girl, the near-battle with the Volturi coven had brought the Quileutes and the Covens on somewhat better terms. Charlotte hadn't been present then - she'd been away in South America. 

Still, it doesn't stop the wolves from calling the Cullens bloodsuckers, because that's who they are. 

Although, he muses, he probably shouldn't around Charlotte. She's almost like Renesmee, although she's only a third vampire - the other two thirds, she's human and werewolf. But she doesn't seem to mind, even though Embry feels bad for saying it in front of her. 

"You're right." She offers him a small smile before he lets go of her hand, and stands, only to offer it again to help her up. "Thank you."

Once he's helped her up, she gives the meadow one last glance.

"I'll see you tonight, right? For the bonfire on the beach?"

Another smile appears on her lips. "You bet. I wouldn't miss it." After doing their handshake, she heads off, and he watches her go, phasing at the tree line - a look of longing on his face.