A Call of Forgivness.

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Never again will Aisling be in charge of the studio. The place was in shambles when I got back! Sigh, Disclaimer.

Aisling:Zorlia doesn't own Supernatural.

Embry: Or New Moon! Wait, why don't you, and if you don't.....why make this book?

Zorlia: A: I'm not a genius like Stephenie Meyer, and B: I have another book that was for Twilight. It needed a sequel......and it's for my entertainment and for others who just so happen to enjoy messing with well known characters. Any more questions?

Embry: Yeah, why does that guy look like me? *Pointing at Kiowa Gordon*

Zorlia: Oh, that's you stunt double????

Kiowa: Uh, where am I?

Zorlia: This is all a dream. Wake up Kiowa, wake up at home in that nice fluffy bed I'm sure you own. You will not remember any of this! *waves hand around*

Kiowa: Yeah, you need to work on that.

Zorlia: T_T I know.

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Embry's POV:

I sat on the couch at Sam's house. Sam sat in a chair in front of me. He looked down at his hands, breathing deep.

"Your imprint?" He clarified. I nodded my head. It was a few weeks after Aisling left - just thinking it hurts - and I finally got to talk to Sam. Before he wouldn't talk to me until I calmed down, and I was taken off of the patrols too. I was too high strung he said.

Who's high strung now?

"Yeah. My imprint. And she hates me, and you know what? I don't blame her. Hell, I hate me too." I snapped. Sam didn't flinch. I guess it wouldn't affect him, being the alpha and all. Sam looked up at me finally.

"I'm sorry." He said. Well, that's nice. I can forgive him now.

Not.

"Sorry? How can I- what can I-" I couldn't form a sentence. I'm too pissed. Or not pissed, just at a loss. sure I'm angry, but I know there's no point in being pissed at Sam.

"I don't know. Since Aisling is your imprint, you may tell her about the truth. Maybe then she'll understand." He said, trying to help. I know what he was doing. He was thinking about what if he was in my shoes. If he had to break up with Emily, then find out she was his imprint. Yeah, it's not fun.

"Whatever." I grumbled, getting up. I know Aisling is at school now, but if I wait at her house maybe she'll listen to me. I doubt she'll answer my call on the phone or something. I ran over to my house and threw on a shirt before getting in the car and leaving. I had to talk to her, get her on some kind of common ground with me.

I will win her back.

~~Later~~

I was about fifteen minutes away from her house when I got a call on the phone. I scowled.

"I swear, Jared if you think I'm in the mood to deal with your crap, I'll-" I was cut off from a tired voice.

"Embry?" It was Aisling. I swallowed my next words and looked at the time. She should be in school, maybe she was making the call from a bathroom or something.

"Hey girl." I said softly. I should start slow. But, I need to talk to her in person, not over the phone. Talking over the phone brought all this chaos with it. I'm seriously thinking about getting rid of the device.

"Hey. I just want to tell you that I'm sorry." What? "I'm sorry for not telling you about Dean. Or, anything about myself really. I never lied to you, well, except about my brothers I guess, I really do like itallian food and scary movies and stuff. I'm getting off subject again, sorry." I frowned.

"Aisling, that's okay. I don't care anymore. Let's talk face to face, just you and me. I can pick you up from school, I'm almost-"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry before the end. I feel better, hearing your voice. You always had that effect on me. I....I love you Embry."

My heart started to pound. What did she mean by "before the end"? She wasn't going to-

"Ash, Ash where are you?" I asked.

"My bathroom. I love you Embry." I pressed the gas pedal harder.

"Ash, what are you doing right now? Tell me." I ordered, eyes on the road, going over the speed limit, not that I cared.

"I'm looking in the mirror. I don't look good." She chuckled. "Oh well. I love you. Good bye." NO!

"Don't, don't you dare hang up Ash! Stay on the line! Stay with me!" I pleaded, going faster. There was no response. She hung up.

"DAMN IT!" I shouted, throwing the phone to the side and pushed my car go faster. Numbly I realized that a cop was following me, lights on and everything. I didn't pay it any mind.

I had to get to Aisling.

Now.

I was at her house within what I was sure was ten minutes, when it felt like an hour, and got out of the car before it was fully in park.

"AISLING!" I shouted, running up to her door. It was unlocked, thankfully. I ran inside and went straight upstairs where the bathroom was. When I got to the door I tried opening it, but  the door was locked.

"Ash!" I screamed, banging my shoulder against the door. It shuddered, but didn't budge. Damn it, I thought I had put all my force into it! I stepped back and kicked at it a few times and shoved up against it again. The door opened. I ran inside, seeing Ash on the ground with both wrists cut down the veins.

"No, no, NO!" I shouted, tears coming to my eyes. I gathered her up and bounded down stairs, seeing about three cop cars outside.

"Put your hands up!" One shouted. I ignored him.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I shouted, running forward with Ash in my arms. One of the cops came forward, I think it was Chief Swan.

"What happened?" He asked, opening the backdoor to his cruiser once seeing Ash.

"She called me while I was on my way here. She said that she wanted to talk before the end, and said goodbye. I didn't think, I just got here as quick as I could and, can't you you go any faster? You're the chief of police for Christ's sake!" I said while trying to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood. How much do we have in our bodies? How much is too much?

"We're almost there. Try to keep the bleeding to stop." Heh, like I wasn't already. I pulled Aisling's body closer to mine, and I had her head by my neck.

"Don't you dare leave me Ash. Don't you dare. Stay here, okay? Stay with me, please. I'm sorry about before, but please stay with me." I whispered into her hair, my mind going in a frantic haze.

"Stay with me Aisling Winchester."

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