Epilogue:

Carlisle opened the door and held it while his mate entered their home before him. Closing it softly behind them, he dropped his keys on the side table then motioned her into the living room with a tip of his head.

"Emmett, would you mind coming down here, please? Your mother and I need to have a word with you," he called quietly knowing his son would easily hear him.

"Sure, Pops. Be right there."

Esme sighed as she sank onto the sofa, leaving Carlisle to stand by the arm. This wasn't how either of them expected the day to go.

Quick thudding steps on the stairs announced their burly son's arrival.

"What's up, Pops?" the boy asked as he hopped off the bottom step in a bound and caught sight of his parents. They didn't look pleased at all which immediately put him on his guard.

"Em, is there something you want to tell us?" Carlisle asked while crossing his arms over his chest.

Emmett knew only too well that that question usually meant trouble. His father only asked it when he already knew you screwed up and was trying to give you a chance to come clean on your own, but what had he done? He racked his brain, but couldn't think of a thing; not lately anyway. And there was no way Carlisle knew about that, was there? Nah. He couldn't. He wouldn't be this calm if he did.

"Nothing that I can think of," Emmett finally answered as he met his father's eyes. "Why?"

"Emmy. Sweetheart. You know you can tell us anything. We would never think poorly of you," Esme said in a gentle voice. "We just need to know what happened so we can plan out next moves."

"Momma, I'm being straight with you. I have no idea what you're talking about. Rose and I got back from Denali and have been right here ever since. Jazz and I had a little wrestling match to blow off some steam, but we kept it out in the yard so it isn't like I broke anything. Maybe a couple of little trees, but nobody would notice something like that. And it wasn't anything you planted. We steered clear of those."

Carlisle inhaled deeply and glanced up at the ceiling searching for strength before speaking quietly. "We went to your school today to have a chat with Mr. Greene,"

"Whoa!" Emmett held his hands up and took a step back. "Whatever he said, I didn't have anything to do with that accident in chem lab. I swear to you, Pops. I said that I wouldn't mess around with the labels on those bottles anymore and I haven't. Mrs Jenson just has it out for me. She doesn't like the idea that I already know this stuff because she just wants to think of me as a screw up. Honestly, Pops. I'm being straight with you. I've been keeping my nose clean."

The blond groaned as he rubbed a hand over his eyes before letting it fall away so he could return his focus to his bear of a boy.

"We met with your principal to discuss Mr. Clark," he informed his son then waited calmly for Emmett's confession, but the bruin only cocked his head as he in turn waited for Carlisle to elaborate.

"Emmett," Esme called in a no nonsense tone. "Tell us what happened. If we need to prepare to move, we'll have to start getting everything together to do so. I doubt we have the luxury of that much time to waste."

"Why would we need to move?" he asked with clear confusion.

"Emmett Dale!" Carlisle's voice was sharp and his eyes darkened to near black in frustration as he addressed his boy. "What did you do to William Clark?"

"I'd like to say that I took his head off. He sure as hell deserves it, but I haven't seen him for days," he answered with a shrug. "Why do you think I did something?"

"Because no one else has seen him either. Mr. Greene said he hasn't shown up at work in nearly a week," Esme informed him. "He didn't call out, and nobody has any idea where he is. Now please, Em. No more games. Tell us what you did."

"I didn't do anything. I have no idea what's up with that creep, Momma. I'm being honest with you. Nothing would have made me happier than taking him out permanently, but I haven't gone near him. Jazz and Eddie have shadowed me constantly since I heard about what that sleazeball did to my Rose. They wouldn't let me get within a mile of him. Just ask them. They'll totally back me up."

"Well something happened to him, son," Carlisle said. "Am I supposed to think Rose went after him? I realize she's more than capable, but I told all of you that I would handle this. I know she's headstrong, but she wouldn't defy me like that. So if it wasn't you, then who?"

"Wish I knew because I would so be shaking someone's hand right now. If he really is missing, then someone did the world a favor, but it wasn't any of us. I swear to God, it wasn't." Emmett turned his paws palms up and held them out to his parents. "My hands are clean, Pops. I wouldn't lie about something serious like that."

The patriarch refolded his arms then lifted a hand to rub his thumb lazily across his bottom lip as he slipped deeply into thought. Clearly something had happened to this cretin, but he couldn't detect anything but truth in his son's words.

"Maybe he was arrested?" Esme offered. "Kate said she called in a report to the police."

"The arrest of a high school teacher would have made the news," Carlisle replied with a light shake of his head. "We would have heard if that was the case."

"He could have gone after one young girl too many and gotten himself buried in a shallow grave or tossed in the ocean," Emmett said with a throaty growl.

The blond glanced up at his boy.

"He has already gone after one young girl too many."

"Yeah, but we weren't allowed to take him out, and we knew better."

Carlisle straightened and cocked a brow as he gazed hard at his broad shouldered son.

"What? I knew better. Sure I would have snatched him bald in a split second, but Jasper reminded me that my ass wouldn't have thanked me for that."

"I wouldn't have punished you, Em. I'm grateful that you managed to control yourself, but I wouldn't have blamed you if you had ..." Carlisle paused and cleared his throat. "Taken him out," he continued, borrowing his son's phrase. "I wanted to do so myself. There really is no place in society for a creature like that. I would have let the law deal with him, but I would have still wanted to bring him to his knees myself."

He shook his head.

Esme reached up and lightly rubbed his forearm before smiling at her lover and protector.

"Turning him over to the law is the right decision. I wouldn't want you to have to have his death on your soul, and neither would Rosalie."

"Hm. That would be a small price to pay to make sure that my little girl got some justice."

"I gotcha back, Pops. All you needed to do is give us the okay and ...well Jazz said something about turning a rooster into a hen so he wouldn't be going after any girl ever again. Seems a little to complicated, but as long as he suffered I'm good with it."

The seriousness on his son's face as he repeated Jasper's threat caused Carlisle to chuckle softly, before he exhaled in a long sigh.

"Well it sounds like we can safely assume that someone got this Clark character's number, so I suppose we can close that chapter and look forward to better days ahead."

"If someone really did do him in, I seriously wish I knew who it was. I would straight up thank him for doing the world a favor," Emmett said.

"As would I, son. As would I."

Days earlier...

As the club's cover band warmed up, the man let his gray eyed gaze wander over the girls on the dance floor. There were so many prospective partners for the evening. A young red head currently held his attention. Red heads often came with a fiery temper and he did enjoy a good fight in the bedroom.

The ice in his glass clinked as he swirled his drink while he filed the ginger girl away in his "to do" file so he could continue to peruse the night's offerings. Bars were not his preferred hunting grounds. Most of the prospects were a bit old for him, but this club catered to the younger crowd during specific nights like tonight.

It was a pity he had to put a halt to making romantic connections at work. It was usually so easy to convince a struggling student to show her appreciation for his assistance in bumping up a grade here and there. That had worked beautifully until that damn Cullen bitch and her meddling family came along.

He took a swig of his drink as he scowled at the memory. He managed to discredit her, but now his every move was under scrutiny. It would be months at best before he could safely return to his extra curricular activities, so he was left with this. Stalking teen dance clubs and the occasional welcoming bar just to find a little companionship to keep him warm during these cold nights.

As he continued to look over the ever growing crowd, a small slight blond with an angelic face glided into view. The predator took a sharp breath as her beauty captivated him. All the other young girls faded into the background, even the little red head who had commanded his attention seconds ago. This one was special. She had an amazing presence about her that no man in his right mind would be able to ignore. He had to have her. Her innocence would be his before the night was over.

Bill Clark quickly downed the rest of his drink and placed the glass on the bar before moving towards the floor.

"Hi there," he called to the girl as he stepped into her path causing her to pull up short.

"Hello," she replied with a tip of her head before she made a move to go around him.

He swerved back in front of her and placed a lightly restraining hand on her shoulder.

"Forgive me for being forward, but I would hate myself if I didn't get a chance to speak to you. You honestly put all these other ladies to shame. Please allow me to buy you a drink. Maybe we could grab a seat and get to know each other."

Dark eyes glance up at him through long lashes. She seemed to size him up for several seconds then lifted her arm to display a bright pink band that identified her as under the legal age to consume alcohol.

"That's no problem. I always bring my own," he told her with a wink as he patted the flask in his pocket. "They water the drinks around here anyway. All we need is a mixer from the bar and let the fun begin."

"No thank you," she said in a musical voice. "I'm just here to listen to the band. I've been told that they're quite good."

"They're alright I suppose, but I've heard much better. There's actually a little joint just down the street that has this ..."

"Thanks for the heads up, but I really am here to hear Night Music. Their vampire personas are said to be perfection. It has me curious."

"Bands are so gimmicky these days. It's not about the music any more," he said as he lightly stroked her jacket encased arm. "Aren't you getting warm in that?"

"I'm fine," she answered while turning away from the man to look over the band members with a critical eye.

"You certainly are," he replied with a sickening smile. "So tell me, are you from Seattle?"

"I'm sorry?" she asked absently while trying to ignore the man.

"Are you a local?" he inquired as he waved the bartender down and held two fingers up to order some drinks.

"No. I'm only passing through. I thought I would stop by and check on some friends before heading home."

"Where's home?"

The young woman sighed to herself as she began to become bored with the irritating man's song and dance.

"Europe," she said as he rose to her tip toes to better see over the ever growing crowd of teenagers. The vampire band really did appear to be very popular.

"Really? But you don't have any discernible accent. That's amazing."

"I prefer to blend in."

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you definitely are outstanding even without an accent," he told her as he marveled at the petite beauty. "What part of the continent are you from?"

"Originally. England, but I call Italy home now," she answered with an inaudible huff before finally giving him her full attention.

"Italian food is the best. I eat Italian every chance I get," he said with a suggestive grin as he passed her a drink he had just enhanced with some liquor from his flask and a few drops from the vial in his breast pocket. "My name is Bill."

Taking in offered drink, the girl returned the smile, flashing him her perfect dazzling white teeth.

"It's nice to meet you, Bill. I'm Jane, and now that I think about it, I am getting a little thirsty," she said while clinking her glass against his.

AN: I know it's short, but it did what I wanted it to do. I wasn't quite sure how to get rid of Clark while keeping Cullen hands clean. I know Carlisle would attempt to go the legal route, but I was looking for a more permanent solution. While arguing with Alec for my Blaze story, Jane offered her services. While I leave the various details up to my dear readers, please know that this is one of the few times Jane is able to ... how to put this... fully embrace being a woman, so she has confided to me that she played with this putz before eliminating him. There's absolutely no doubt he suffered. I only wish the Cullen's knew who to credit because I found it ironic. I owe Jane one now, so I'm sure something will blow up in Carlisle's face eventually. Oh, well. At least justice has been served for now, and with Jane involved we know the body will never be discovered.

Thanks to everyone hanging in there with me. Your comments and reviews keep me going in these stressful times. They mean more than you'll ever know. Love you all.