Chapter 29 Revenge Face down-Red jumpsuit Apparatus

Embry's POV

I whatched as Cathryn slowly walked up the front step and into her house. Then I counted to five before leaving, going in the oposite direction of my house. I didn't want Cat to wonder. If she did, she'd figure it out. And I would be a dead man.

It was all too easy to find Hart's scent and follow it to his house. It was all over the place. When I got there, I walked up the steps and knocked, waiting impatiently and trying to still the anger spasms that rocked my body, threatening to overpower it. This was somthing I had to deal with human.

The door opened, and I was releived to find that it was Hart wo answered, not one of his parents. I listened as his heart stuttered, then took off at a galloping. He was afraid.

I loved being big and scary.

Three broken ribs, a black eye, a crushed arm, a broken jaw, and three missing teeth later, I walked back to my car, my mood having improved marginally.

Chapter 30 Report Card

Cathryn's POV

Before I start this chapter, I would just like to say to any one reading that I am not an unreasoably daughter. I am all for punishment, if one deserves it. How else would parents be able to disepline their kid? And trust me, I needed disiplining. Seriously, though, what ever happened to the usual punishments? Taking my ipod away, my cell phone, not letting m talk to my friends, no TV, no laptop? Because those were the punishments that could normally be expected. But not this time. No, this time, my mother had decided to branch out a little. "Art lessons," She repeated, flipping through my French notebook and looking pleased with herself.

Art lessons. God, take me now.

My french grade, while it had improved since Collin had started tutoring me, was still only a C. And my other grades had been As and Bs. My mother was used to good grades, and when she saw the my F average for the year on the last day of school, she had flipped out somewhat. Then, she had gotten a hold of my notebook, looked through it to find my year long doodling, and had had an insperation. Apparantly, giving e art lessons would provide me with a 'creative outlet' and keep me from having to show it in other, less apropriate ways. Never mind that I had listened to my ipod and played my DS in there way more than I had ever drawn. Never mind that I was getting better. Nope, none of that mattered. I needed art lessons.

"Mom," I sadi desperately. "Please."

"Please what?" My mom looked suprised. "You're getting off really easy here, Cathryn. Its not even a punishment, really. And beseides." She said, looking back down at my notbook. "You need more extra curriculars."

"I have plently of extra curriculars." I grumbled.

"You dance." My mom said flatly. "You dance, and thats about it."

"No," I argued. "I do ballet, point, and hip-hop. Three hours, three classes a week, three extra curriculars."

"And now you will have four." Sher said desisively. "I don't understand why you are so against this. Mr. Dobson seemed like a very nice man. He teaches teens on Monday afternoons at his home. You will have a great time with it this summer."

She is such a liar.

Chapter 31 Hiding First Time Lifehouse

Embry's POV

I am ashamed to say that I was the one who lost our first game of truth. Not only that, but I had the perfect opportunity to tell Cathryn about imprinting, and I chickened out. Again. We were at her house, stretched out across her bed in opposite directions so that her head was resting in the crook between my neck and my shoulder, and mine in hers. We were finally getting the chance to talk about what had happened. It was the last week of school, and things had been so busy lately that it was almost like the incident with Hart had never happened. Even like she still didn't know that I was a werewolf. But now we were both getting cleared up on things.

"Okay." Cathryn said decisively. "Truth. I'm starting."

"No way," I protested, "Its my turn. You asked me that question about my dad, remember? When Emily had Nate and you freaked out when-"

"I know what you're talking about." She interrupted. "But you never answered that question."

"I'll answer it now."

"I don't want you to answer it now. I have a new question." She told me.

Okay, I guess it wasn't really Truth. Since Truth is more like answering a bunch of random but intrusive questions. And Cathryn and I both had things that we desperately wanted to know that were all related. So it was more like having two different conversations at once.

I sighed. " Fine. What is it?"

"We-ell," Cathryn hedged a little shyly. "That day that Quil found me, at the Cullens?"

"Yeah?"

"Before you got there, Renesmee told me that she and the rest of them were vampires-"

"She did?" I lifted my head and looked down at her, searching her face for any fear or anger. I didn't want a repeat of the past six months. "I had no idea she did that, I am so sorry, I really didn't mean for you to find out that way-"

"And the way I found out about werewolves went exactly as planned?" Cathryn asked me skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

Well. She had me there.

"Anyway," Cathryn continued, "You guys and the Cullens seemed so tight. I thought that vampires and werewolves were, like, sworn enemies and stuff. Plus, she said that she was only half vamp. How did that happen?"

"The Cullens, though, aren't like normal vampires." I told her, choosing to ignore the fact that that was two questions, not one. "They're-they call themselves vegetarians. They only drink the blood of animals."

"And that's any better?" Cat asked indignantly, sitting up and wrapping her arms protectively around her dog, Papaya, who was on the bed with us.

"It was either that or humans, Cat." I told her. Not that I thought that would be of any consolation to her. Cathryn, I had discovered, was quite the animal lover. She was nicer to my dog, Moonpie, than she was to me.

"They should have starved themselves." Cathryn grumbled, leaning back down.

"Its not possible." I told her.

Cathryn seemed to have no response for that.

"The Cullens try to live among humans. You know, go to school, have jobs, live places with some degree of permanence. Of course, they don't age, and that's something of a problem. They have to move every couple of years. By the end of the summer, they'll probably have gone someplace else." But nowhere too far. Close enough so that Jacob could see Nessie, and Nessie could see Jacob. The Cullens would not be able to go anywhere too far until Nessie could live alone in the Cullen's house that they were living in now.

"Like, fifty years ago or something, they came here. They told the pack that was around at the time that they weren't dangerous. So they drew up a treaty."

"Treaty?" Cathryn asked.

"Yeah. Like, a set of guidelines for the Cullens to follow. They couldn't go to the beaches, they couldn't bite a human."

"But Renesmee goes to the beaches." Cathryn pointed out.

"Yeah. I'll get to the Nessie bit later." I told her.

"Ugh. Fine," Cathryn sighed. So patient.

I took a deep breath, and continued. "So the Cullens stayed here for, like, five years or something, and then they left. But then, seven years ago, they came back. And when they came back-"

"You guys started shifting." Cathryn said, remembering this part from when I told her the legends.

"Right. Us Quiluetes started growing fur, and we put the treaty back into motion, and everything seemed like it was going to be fine. But after two years, something happened."

"Which was?" Cat prompted.

"You know Edward?" I asked her. "The one with the reddish hair?"

"Renesmee's father."

"Yep. Only, he hadn't met Bella yet. He was the only one of the Cullens that was still alone. And when Chief Swan's seventeen year old daughter showed up, he fell for her. Like, hard. He told her everything. About vampires, and what he was, all of it. They were crazy for each other.

"But then…I don't really know about this part. I guess he chickened out. You know, got to thinking that he was too dangerous for Bella. He didn't want to hurt her. So he told her that he didn't want her anymore, and he and the rest of the Cullens left.

"But by that time, he and Bella had begun to attract some attention. Humans and vampires together…its never happened before. One coven in particular was very…curious. On of the leeches had her heart set on killing Bella. She hung around, trying to get to her. So the Quileutes kept shifting.

"Bella got really close to Jacob. He. like, helped her. And the pain wasn't so bad when he was around." I gritted my teeth at this part. I knew that Bella hadn't meant to mess Jake up like she had, and that everything had turned out all right in the end, but I still remembered what the inside of Jacob's head had been like when she left him. "And Jake fell for her. Not like Edward had…but he still needed her.

"One day Bella got bored or something, and she went cliff diving. Alice saw her, and thought that she was trying to kill herself. Somehow that got back to Edward, and he freaked out. He couldn't live without her. So he went to the Volturi."

"The Volturi?" Cathryn wrinkled her forehead.

"Yeah. They are like royalty, only with vampires. They make sure that everybody keeps the secret. Edward went to Italy, to find them and ask them to kill him. But Alice went back here, to make sure that she had been right. And when she found Bella, not only safe and sound but best friends with some one who was every bit as dangerous as Edward had been…." I trailed off, not entirely sure how to put this.

"So she and Bella got Edward?" Cathryn guessed.

"Yeah. And Edward came back. He was too weak to stay away from her any longer. And everything was great. For them. But Jacob was still in love with her, and Bella missed him. Jake and Edward faught over Bella for awhile, until Edward finally won and they got married. He was going to bite her. So that she could become one of them. Be with him forever."

"That seems awfully selfish for somebody who claims to love someone so much." Cathryn sniffed.

I fully agreed, but I didn't say anything. "It was Bella, really. She had begged. Like, relentlessly. But then something else went wrong. Apparently, vampires can get human girls pregnant."

"Oh my god." Cathryn looked revolted.

"Once Bella found out, she went ballistic. She refused to let Edward get it out of her. She wanted to have it. Even though it was so much stronger than her. It was killing her. When Jacob found out, he freaked, too. Sam wanted to kill her. Kill them. But Jake couldn't do it. He split off, away from the rest of the pack, and went over to the Cullens. We couldn't do anything while he was protecting them. We weren't going to kill him. Especially when the Clearwaters joined him.

"When Bella had the baby, Edward bit her. It was the only way to save her. Jacob was around. He and Nessie…" I chose my next words carefully. I didn't want her to know about imprinting just yet, but how else could I describe what had happened? "They had… a special connection. Bella didn't matter to him anymore. He didn't have to hurt over her. He could be happy for her, and make friends with Edward. Somehow…Nessie fixed him." It was a very stupid way to describe it, but I didn't know what else to say.

Cathryn was quiet for second, soaking it all in. "How odd." She finally said.

I snorted. The understatement of the year.

"So…like…Wow." Cathryn shook her head. "That's just unreal."

"Kind of like the fact that werewolves and vampires exist in the first place?" I asked her.

"Its just that…I had no idea." Cathryn looked shell-shocked.

"There are a lot of things that you don't know about." I told her.

"True." She acknowledged. "Okay. Its your turn. Ask me."

"Why did you start dating Hart?" The words were on the tip of my tongue. I didn't even have to think about it.

"What else was I supposed to do? I hated you guys." I winced. "And every body at the middle school thought I was a freak-"

"Thought?" I asked.

"Okay, fine. It was a correct assumption. But the point is, I didn't have anybody. And then he showed up. Its not like he was my saving grace or anything. It wasn't like that. I never cared about him all that much. But it was better than being a friendless loser."

Getting beat up everyday was better than being a friendless loser? I disagreed. And I knew my next question.

"My turn again. Tell me something else that I didn't know." Cathryn commanded.

But there was only one thing that she really didn't know about. The one thing that would change her life-and mine-forever. And I wasn't ready to tell her. And she wasn't ready to know. I took a deep breath. "Pass," I said warily, afraid of the way she would react.

She didn't disappoint. "What?" She asked me, turning her head so that she was speaking directly in my ear.

"Pass." I repeated.

"No! You can't pass! You can't do that to me!"

"I just did." I worked to keep the grin off of my face. Dramatic much?

"I hate you, Embry Call." She said sourly.

"Why? You just won."

"Not yet. You still have to ask me something."

"Okay. So, you started dating Hart because you were lonely. Why didn't you quit when he hit you?" I hoped she didn't think so little of my intellect as to say that that was the first time he'd hit her. I'd seen her bruises. Some of them were older.

She didn't. "I tried. But I was a little…mean. When I broke up with him, I pissed him off."

"So? Isn't that a good thing?" I asked irritably. I didn't like hearing this.

She grinned. "Yeah. But then he pushed me down and basically kicked me until I took it all back."

I shut my eyes and counted to ten, slowly. But it didn't help. When I opened my eyes, I still saw red. I still felt the uncontrollable spasms rocking my body. I still felt angrier than I ever had in my life. I gripped the bed frame, trying to keep myself under control. It did accomplish much though, just caused the bed to shake nearly as much as I was.

"Hey," Cathryn sat up and look at me, concerned. "Are you okay?"

No. No, I was not. I'd been way too nice when I'd beat up Hart. I should have killed him. Slowly. Preferably using that mustard gas from world war one or whatever. "I gotta get outa here," I spat, getting up and walking jerkily to her balcony. I wouldn't make it downstairs.

"Wait," Cathryn held up a finger, oblivious to the fact that I was working not to destroy her room. Possibly her entire house. "Monday. Can you take me to art class? I know that school will be out, and all, but my mom-"

"Sure I said quickly. "Bye." I put my hand on the concrete rail and swung my self over.