Note: I have decided to re-write my old story 'Girl Interrupted'. It just didn't flow. With the name, I was risking a Mary Sue *shudders*. And I am terrified of them.

I only like some parts of Twilight. Jacob and his culture appeal to me. That's it. The rest could just go away. If Myers had written about just about the tribe, I would have become hardcore. But no, she had to write about the sparkle brigade and the queen Mary Sue. The pregnancy and birth scene made me vomit. In my opinion Bella is empty and Edward is borderline abusive. Myers is an okay writer with okay ideas. But I love everything and everyone else. Honestly.

Yes, there will be Bella/Nessie/Edward bashing, but it won't be too bad and in later chapters.

I always wanted to tie things up with Embry and Leah. The former because Myers never wrapped up the whole 'who is his father' thing plus he never imprinted and the latter because I know what's it's like to be one of the few female figures in a male dominated society and to be worried that I may be less of a woman because of things I can not control. And also because she didn't imprint and she deserved to have a happy ending.

Anyway, enjoy!

The prologue takes place a year and a month before Bella arrives, according to the timeline.

Enjoy!

Xxx

December 2003

It had been nearly seven years since Elizabeth and her family had been back to La Push. Elizabeth had been a member of the Quileute tribe. Her sister, Sarah, had married Billy Black and Elizabeth had married a man named Ivan Dalca, a drifter who claimed to be a gypsy and promised her many things. Beth (as she was called) had run away with her as her parents had disapproved of her relationship. They had seen Ivan for what he was and when he had abandoned her, she had been too ashamed to go back to her parents.

All he had left her was a crappy apartment and two children. The twins, Mila and Nadia, were the best things that had come out of the mess she had called a marriage. They had ended up settling in a small town in Maryland near the Pennsylvania named Saul's Corner. She had never remarried and had just reconnected with her sister when the accident happened. That had been the only time the twins had ever been to La Push. The whole thing had been awkward. Their cousins had been too upset to be friendly and their mother had spent the whole time comforting and organizing.

After they had come home, Beth had kept in contact with her brother-in-law and now they were visiting again, this time under happier circumstances.

Nadia was determined to have fun this time. That was the way she was.. Even at 13, the woman she would become was showing through. She loved being in crowds and was blessed with being both sweet and charismatic. Clearly she would grow up to be the All American Girl. Prom queen, student body president, the girl everyone loved. She loved to play sports, and was on the soccer and lacrosse teams during the school year and swam in the summer. She was even a Cadette in the Girl Scouts, which nearly put it over the top.

Unlike her sister, Mila was less inclined to surround herself with admirers. She had a smaller group, and used her tongue for sharp rather than sweet comments. Her pursuits were more solitary: photography and writing. Unlike her sister, her singing voice could make your ears bleed. The only thing they had in common were sports. Mila loved hockey, field, street or ice. Mostly because she got to hit people in the ankles.

The first day had been a blur of activity. The flight, the drive from the airport, meeting everyone again and then the unpacking. They would be staying for about ten days.

Day Two was the 21st and the first real day of their vacation. Nadia had met up with Jacob, Quil, Sam and Jared after breakfast, going into the woods. She had yet to fully cross over into the dark (aka girly) side, so she would probably be running around, screaming like a moron and climbing trees solely so she could jump out of them a second later. Mila attempted to hide in her room so she could finish the latest Harry Potter book, but her mother had found her and forced her out of the house. She had grabbed her camera and walked around the reservation.

Noon found her at the beach, sitting in the sand and staring at the ocean. She was rubbing the strap of her camera back and forth across her palm, nearly rubbing the skin wrong. The Nikon was brand new, an early Christmas gift from her mother. Mila didn't have many shots left and intended to save what she had left for something important. The film was…somewhere.

"Hey."

Mila looked up. One of the guys that lived on the rez was standing next to her.

"Hi."

"Have you seen the guys?"

"No. Nadia ran off with them somewhere. Just go into the woods and listen for screaming and crashing. Those sounds tend to follow Dia."

"Thanks," he said. "You're…Millie?"

"Mila," she said. "I don't remember who you are."

"Embry Call."

"Oh, right."

He sat next to her and smiled. "Why are you alone?"

"Why are you?"

"I asked first."

"Well, I wanted to take some pictures. And that's hard to do when you have a blabbering twit in your ear."

"That's cool."

Embry nodded and looked over at her. Mila turned her head from the view and smiled at him. She was at ease with guys, but the ones back home were the guys. She had known them since she was a little girl. This one was a breath of fresh air. He didn't have boogers hanging from his nose, mossy braces or smell like old cheese and sweat. Well, she wasn't close enough to test the last one.

"You cold?" he asked.

"No," she shook her head. Mila never got cold. The same went for Nadia.

Just as she was about to actually start talking, a shriek from the bowels of hell interrupted her. It was Nadia, with Jacob, Quil, Sam and Jared. She was riding piggyback on Jacob, waving her arms and yelling.

"WE FOUND A TREEHOUSE! A REAL TREEHOUSE! LET'S GO!" Nadia yelled.

"I will if you stop yelling."

"FINE!" Nadia grinned like a moron. "ONWARD!"