Full Circle

The sequel to All the Wrong Things

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn or any of the characters mentioned within. I would like too, though. :)

Aurhors note: Hello everyone! Happy Thanksgiving to all you americans reading this around the holidays! Here's the sequel. I'm not sure how often I'll be posting chapters, as I've had herniated discs in my neck for many years, and they decided to flare up and cause me a lot of pain. I do hope you enjoy the chapter, and the new story! :)

Chapter 1: Explanations

In Emily's wildest dreams, she never thought she would be standing on this doorstep, in this place. It was foreign to her as it was to all humans, this vampire house. There was something off about it, something she couldn't quite place, but she knew that everyone in their right mind avoided it like the plague. She could not put her mind at ease, not even when the vampire Edward smiled at her. It would have roped the unsuspecting of victims in no doubt, but Emily knew better, knew what he really was. Emily stood behind Sam, holding onto his hand tightly. Her chest heaved in her chest, and she was sure that everyone in this house had heard it; the precious blood flowing freely through her body, the ripe, wet pumping of her heart. She was scared; she didn't know or trust these vampires, and suddenly, Sam was saying they needed their help. The only person... well, person wasn't really the right word anymore, Emily thought as she took in Bella's golden eyes, ruby lips, and pale skin. The early morning sun danced its way across the porch, shining onto the group and for a moment Emily drew in a breath. The vampires skin sparkled, as if it had been rolled in crushed diamonds. She had never been this close to vampires before, Sam and her tribe had kept her a distance from them. Being so close to see the stillness of their chests gave her an eerie feeling.

Sensing her unease, Sam reached back and drew her close to his side. She stared deep into Bella's yellow eyes, wondering how long it taken for the her pupils to be dyed that color. They were haunting, yet strangely beautiful in a way, like crescent moons. Emily was too unnerved to steal another glance at Edward, so she kept her eyes on the lovely Bella, whom she had known in a previous life.

Bella looked up at her, the smallest of smiles tugging at her lips.

Sam drew in a deep breath, glanced at Emily, then Bella and finally settled on Edward. "I can't have anyone overhear out here." His words were hollow on the wind, even when the drifted down to Emily's ears. It made her heart beat faster.

Edward nodded, and stepped aside to allow he and Emily access to the house. "You're right. Please," He gestured.

Bella looked at him, cocking her eyebrows so high that they almost disappeared into her hairline.

"I'll explain," He told her.

Sam took a tentative step toward the threshold. Once he crossed it, there was no going back. The inside of the Cullen's house seemed open and inviting to the untrained eye, but deep down there was something sinister; like entering the belly of the beast. Sam's human and werewolf side halted for just a second.

"You helped us once not so long ago." Edward said. "Please, allow me to do the same."

Sam gave a curt nod, and entered the home, clutching onto Emily. She almost shivered beside him. He could only imagine the thoughts running through her head. He rubbed his hand on her arm comfortingly. They entered into a large airy room that housed a beautiful baby grand piano, flat screen T.V., and comfortable looking couch. It was nothing at all like he had pictured; no coffins, no dungeons, it seemed that these vampires lived the way humans did, and exuberantly. Sam lowered Emily onto the sofa, and took a seat beside her.

"I hope you don't mind that I invite my family to join us?" Edward asked. "With what I've learned, we're going to need all the help we can get."

Again, Sam gave a small nod. Edward had been right; Sam had lent his pack to fight against the rival bloodsuckers of the Cullens; Edward needed his family with him.

"Everyone, can you meet us in the parlor?" Edward spoke so fast his lips were a blur, and in an unusual silence, the room was suddenly full.

The blond and stunning Rosalie stood by the staircase next to her bear of a husband, Emmett, who smiled in a friendly way at the pair. Carlisle held a calm expression, while his wife Esme smiled warmly at them. Alice, the smallest stood by Bella and eyed Emily appraisingly. Only Jasper stood back a distance, not wanting to make a sudden move toward the human girl and upset Sam. This was an alliance.

"What's going on, Edward?" Carlisle asked, breaking the silence. Sam stole another glance at him. Except for his appearance, there would be no determining factor that the good doctor was a vampire. He stood with his arms folded, calm, so calm, waiting for Edward to begin speaking.

"Sam, you'll have to help me out." Edward said, with a sigh, "But from what I've gathered, there's been a betrayl in the pack."

Emily's head snapped to Sam, her dark eyes growing round and glassy. She drew in a breath. She had always chalked the boys petty squabbles up as nothing. Was there something, some big elephant in the room that she had failed to see? Had there been something going down right in front of her?

"Emily, I'm sorry, this is the only way I knew how to keep you safe." Sam started, "Before I could do anything, I had to make sure you'd be okay. I don't know who in the pack I can trust..."

A sudden thought rushed to her lips that she voiced without thinking. Perhaps it was something she should have paid more attention to. " Is this why you haven't phased in a long time?" Emily asked, "I overheard Paul telling Rachel he wasn't sure why you hadn't... Sam, it's bad, isn't it?" And she could tell by the look in his eyes, the downward pull of his mouth that what he was about to tell her would shatter her world, that she may not be able to recover from it.

Sam swallowed the large lump in his throat. How was he ever going to get this out? He looked around the room at the eager eyes. Edward nodded to him in encouragement.

"Tell me." She urged. "Whatever it is, I want to know."

He sighed, "It's bad, Emily."

"Please." She whispered.

Sam sucked in a deep breath. It was now or never, he'd have to come clean about all his short comings, all the way he failed as a man, a leader, a brother. He sighed again, and began his story. "A... a few weeks ago, old Quil Ateara came to me in the middle of the night..."

"I remember that. You were acting strange."

"We walked in the woods, and he told me..." He paused, remembering that night, how he wanted nothing more than to have never left Emily's bed. It was something that weighed on his mind, that minor detail that would prove to be detrimental. If he had never met Quil that night, would they be here in the living room today? "He told me that he didn't like the way we were taking care of La Push. He hated the fact that there were two packs, that we were conversing with the Cullens. He wanted to be head of the council so he could change things."

Emily's breathing picked up, and her breath came out in ragged pants. Quil Ateara, the grumpy old man who was supposed to looks after the guys? It was astonishing, something her ears could hardly believe...

"He had a plan in place that would take out Billy."

A small cry escaped Emily's lips, and she placed a hand over her mouth. Bella too let out a small squeak. Edward wrapped an arm around her.

"Billy?" Emily whispered, "Jacob's father? Why?" She felt herself getting upset; knew that the tears were budding just under her eyes, the thick taste of bile rising in her throat. Quil was Billy's cousin, his blood relative. For Quil to hurt him for control of the council was heart wrenchingly wrong and horrible.

"He said he had friends in the tribe that have been helping him. He wanted me on the council, where he could control me, and Jacob and his pack gone. He said he'd go after you if I said anything, blame me for everything. I tried to stop him, Emily, I swear I did. By the time I got to Billy's, the ambulance was already taking him away." He closed his eyes as the grief washed over him. He could hear the siren in his memories, see the flashing lights dance off the trees as he had stood there in stunned disbelief. There were hands on the sides of his face. The wetness under Sam's eyes ran over her hands.

"There's more," He whispered, finally opening his eyes and being able to look at her after all he had done. He knew that the words that he was about to speak would deeply wound her, but it was better if she knew just how evil Quil had become. "it's about Harry."

"No," Emily moaned, shaking her head, small tears running down her face. "No, Sam..." She couldn't hear anymore; the realness of his words already were enough to make her vision blur.

"He killed him. I am so sorry." Sam breathed.

"No!" Emily screamed. She was on her feet now, her face buried in her hands, sobbing.

Sam stood quickly, embracing her quickly. She opened her eyes and buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and lay his face in her hair. It was a private moment, something that the Cullens could only observe and sympathize with.

Bella turned into Edward's chest. No one spoke for a few moments. Only the sound of Emily's quiet sobs filled the room, the trembling of her shoulders the only movement. The sorrow that was shared in the room was heavy and full of despair. Emily's uncle, her dear Uncle Harry had been murdered in cold blood, and for what? For Quil to get his way; to involve her Sam, to hurt Billy, to... to strip Leah and Seth of a father. In the stillness of the room, her sorrow turned to anger. How dare he betray them all like this?

"What do we do now?" Emmett asked, raising his head.

Edward turned to his brother, "I guess that's up to Sam."

Sam turned to Edward. He glanced at Bella, then Emily, and to Edward again. As Bella is your life, Emily is mine...

"You have my word that no harm will befall Emily while she's under our care." Edward promised.

Emily looked up at Sam, "What?"

"You have to stay here, Em. It's the only place you'll be safe until this is over..."

"No, Sam, I want to be with you. What are you going to do? You can't go up against Quil, he's dangerous!" Horrible scenarios flashed through her head; many of which made the whole pack less in number. She couldn't bare it if any the guys got hurt, or were killed... especially Sam. Life without him would just be meaningless and empty.

"So am I." Sam said fiercely, waving away her uncertainties with his hand. "And I won't be alone. I'll talk to Paul and Jared. Tell them what I know. See how deep this goes. Then, I'll go and get Jacob. They need to know everything."

Bella caught Sam's eye, and he could tell by her face that she liked the idea of him turning to his brother again.

"You'll have us too," Edward said, "Whatever we can offer."

"Thanks," Sam said, nodding to Edward.

"I can't believe this," Emily whispered. "Quil..." She drew her arms around herself. She had treated that old man like family, and he had been behind the death of her uncle. He had been using Sam. Was she so naive as to think that the pack that she loved as a whole had a mole among them?

"Are we hunting an old dog?" Emmett asked eagerly, and Rosalie smacked him on the arm.

"It's Sam's call." Carlisle said. "We are but allies in this."

Sam took a deep breath. He'd love nothing more than to rip Old Quil's throat out. But Jacob and Leah and Seth should have a say in this too. They needed to know the truth just as the Cullens and Emily did now. Quil had murdered Seth and Leah's father, took him away from them selfishly and with no right. He had damn near killed Billy Black. Quil had to pay for his decisions, but Sam was not his executioner.

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The Parmos, Clearwaters, and Blacks were seated in a large booth by the front window. It was evening, the sun had drifted below the horizon and the bright flourescents gave the pizza parlor a happy glow. Centered on the table were two extra large pies, and the booth's inhabitants ate merrily and chatted amongst themselves. Baby Jacob snored softly in his stroller in the aisle. It had only been a few weeks, but already his small feet hung out the end. Even Leah was shocked at how fast he had grown. By Maria's calculations, he should be sitting up soon. Walking. Talking. Maria was unperturbed by the growth of the baby, having lost track of time as all humans seem to do with the growth of children. Leah hadn't. This confirmed it to her that the werewolf gene had been spread to her son. Any chance of a normal life was gone and sucked away before he even had a chance to live it. Would LJ's life be ruined? Would he be shunned as an outcast for the rest of his days because his parents had broken the rules?

If Jacob shared her uncertainties, he didn't voice them. He just consoled her and promised her everything would be alright. She hated hearing that. How could he say such things when everything bad had happened to them? But yet, Jacob held on to hope. He was a big believer in it, always had been. She remembered how sick he had been over Bella almost dying due to her childbirth, yet he always envisioned her being okay, walking toward him with a baby. And she had survived, just as he knew she would.

Leah tried to envision her brother and Jacob and the baby walking back to La Push and Sam falling to his knees, weeping for them to forgive him. She smiled. She liked that vision. But another complication had arose. Leah's eyes fell on her brother. He ate one handed; his other hand was wrapped in Kate's. Leah was sure Seth was not going to leave here without her. Kate was one of them now, and she seemed very content with that fact. She smiled and responded to Seth absent-mindedly, like they were two halves of a coin.

Which meant Jack.... she turned to him too. He chatted to Jacob about his first car he was thinking about buying. Jacob put in his expertise, and they seemed like two normal guys.

Could Leah bring Jack into their world? A world of make believe and magic? Kate was soon to find out that Seth was a werewolf, that was inevitable. But did that mean that Jack too, would have to leave his normal life behind? Leah wasn't sure. She eyes Seth and Leah's joined hands again. Leah was seated next to Jacob, and he was using both his hands to describe the size of an engine to Jack. Leah wondered if it would bother him if she snatched his hand out of the air and held onto it. She didn't feel the need to, just feeling the heat from his body, the brush of his shoulder on hers as he talked calmed her nerves. She took a bite of her deep dish. The food here was always great. She wondered vaguely if the reservation could support a place like Parmo's.

Jacob stopped talking for a moment, reached over, and kissed Leah's temple. She turned to him and smiled. See, there was no need to flaunt their relationship. She knew that he felt exactly the way she did. As Jacob started talking again, a thought occurred to Leah: It was little things like that made her heart soar. That made her believe everything would really be okay.

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