A/N: This is just an exemplary post. I wanted to see, how the comm style of the comm would look.
Anyway, it's a Twilight Spite-fic about imprinting (because the more I think about it, the creepier it gets) and it almost
disregards the canon.
His One and Only
Fandom: The Twilight Saga, New Moon
Type: One shot
Broken. That’s what life was for Sam Uley.
It didn’t always use to be. There was a time, when he had real dreams. He wanted to go to college. He’d planned it out and everything - he was going to work to pay for it and then find a better paying job in a big city like Seattle and help his parents out.
As it turned out however life had different plans for him. One day, he just felt sick and didn’t know what was happening. He had no one to talk to and just as he thought he was going to die - he turned. Only then, did his father tell him what was going on.
In hindsight, Sam could see why - he most likely wouldn’t have believed it. The Quilliettes’ legends had always been just stories to him.
Sam thought that this would be as bad as it would get. The physical pain of the change, the way his body transformed to canine; constantly worrying about who he may hurt, if he wasn’t careful enough to keep a lid on his emotions; having to stay in La Push, instead of being able to live his own life - how could it get worse? And yet, somehow it did.
Before she had shown up, Sam had one little hope - that even though being a werewolf might dictate how he lived his life, and his new responsibilties' one day - not anytime soon, but one day - he’d find someone who accepts him just as he is. Someone who loved him and wanted to share his life with him, even if they knew he was a monster.
He had a boyfriend before he turned. It wasn't the kind of 'can't be without you for two minutes' relationship, but they cared for each other. Most of their dates were ususally just hiking and picnics in the the forest - if eating clumsily made, softened sandwiches could be called a ‘picnic’, but they had fun and even planned to go to college together. Their relationship had to be a secret of course - Sam was too sacred to tell anyone. Only one person knew - Leah Clearwater, Sam’s best friend. She was so nice and understanding, even pretended to be his girlfriend, and covered for him, when he wanted to be with Kyle. In college, it would be different, Sam told himself - he could finally be free of the small town’s narrow-mindedness and he wouldn’t have to be a burden for Leah, either.
But once he turned into a werewolf, all this was impossible. Sam had to break up with Kyle over the phone. He hated himself for it, knowing Kyle deserved better but he was too scared that if he did it in person they might end up in a fight, his emotions would run wild and could turn and hurt him - kill him, even. It sucked, but at least Kyle was safe - that helped.
Still, none of this could compare to when he first met Leah’s cousin, Emily. His father had told him about imprinting before - what it was, a bit of what it felt like, but Sam didn’t pay attention - back then, he was only focusing on the other things about being a werewolf. All he could remember about imprinting at first, was that it had to do with genes - finding the best person to create the strongesy, healthiest cubs with. But even so, nothing that his father had said came even close to the truth. After all, even if one could explain imprinting, it wouldn’t be his father - John Uley wasn’t a werewolf, he had never imprinted, himself.
And when Sam saw Emily it happened. It was the most wretched feeling. Worse than when all of his bones broke to be bent into a canine form, the first time he turned or the second and so on, until he no longer felt the pain. It felt like an invisible rope was pulling him towards her, suffocating him, trying to squeeze in all of his insights. He wanted to throw up to, get away, to claw his way out of the rope, hold on to something, anything at all… but all else disappeared. All else, except for Emily. Suddenly, she was the only thing that mattered, the only thing he cared for. He was bound to her forever and he hated it.
All had been taken from him. His choice., his life, his love - gone. He only had Emily.
He had to try and stay close to her then. Eventually, she responded to his devotion. Why, he wasn't sure - he must have seem like the most miserable human being ever, clinging to the only thing left - and what an unsure, fragile thing it was.
They started dating, soon after that. If what they did could be called dating at all. There was no romantic chemistry between them. No intamcy. Sam was simply wasn't interesting and soon enough - neither was Emily.
One day, back when he couldn't control his animal side, they had a fight. It was so silly, Sam couldn't even remember what they were fighting about later. All he knew was that he got angry and he turned. He wasn’t angry at Emily even, he was just angry at all that had happened to him. All he knew afterwards was coming back to it, sometime later (could have been minutes or hours for all he knew) and seeing Emily with her face clawed up. She was now, forever bearing the scars of his curse. Broken.
Sam loved her extremely and hated himself even more. It was a sick, twisted love, he knew as much, but he couldn’t help it. He was bound to her. Why did he end up hurting everyone he loved?
She stayed and took care of him, promised everything will be alright. He resented her for it! He wanted to scream at her to go away. Why did she stay? She hated him now, she’d never be able to fully forgive him for what he had done to her. But they would stay together. She would spent her life with him - a man who could never be what she needed, what she wanted or what she deserved. She’d stay home, find a low-paying job in town town and eventually - raise their children. It was her duty to the community. All of her dreams about touring the country and fighting a love that would sweep her of her feet - all of that was never going to happen for her. Because of Sam.
But she would still stay.
No matter how loveless, miserable, how broken their life would be, they’d still live it. Emily would love him as much as she could. As for Sam, he never had a chance - he was lost in her the moment he saw her. She was his one and only.