Hey, guys n' gals. I'm back with a new chapter. Just a quick note so READ THIS. This chapter and the next chapter occur at the SAME TIME. This chapter will cover Edward's thought process, and the next will cover Jake's "adventures." The time is important to remember, so you'll understand why some things weren't able to be done. Enjoy! :D

Edward's POV

I couldn't stop him- I mean, I could, very easily… I just don't think I wanted to. I wanted him to run off and rip him to shreds. In fact, I planned to join him, as soon as I felt enthusiastic enough about it. I was mad- I wanted to be excited. Knowing that wouldn't happen soon enough, I slowly unfroze.

But then my nose found a familiar scent. Two, actually. One of them quite close to the one that had just left, I assumed it must be another wolf. My head snapped in the scent's direction, and my fists clenched, ready to attack it.

A shadow like figure came into view, moving quickly. It broke its stride, and ducked behind a tree for only a few seconds before it emerged again. I unclenched my fists as I saw who it was. It was Quil, not Embry.

The relief was short lived, as I wondered why Quil would be here, just as Jacob left. He had a frantic expression on his face and looked around nervously.

'He's gone,' he thought. I took one deep breath in. He looked up at me (or actually, down), and I snarled, becoming impatient. Did he know what was going on? He sighed.

"Edward…" He began, and for a moment, trailed off. "Please… cut off my hands."

"Cut off…" I began, but then suddenly snapped on impulse. I don't know why. "What did you do!?"

He looked down. 'Too much,' He thought. And then, again, I was brought into the dreadful world of others' minds. This time, with no warning.

He walked down the dark, empty street.

'If Jake won't look for them, I will. I need to talk to Embry, anyway.' Quil thought. 'He probably won't look for her because he trusts her so much. I guess that's what love is based on, trust, right? I mean, even though they aren't really together yet…'

His nose caught on a scent, and then a sound. In fact, almost like someone was being hurt. But why was the scent so familiar? He walked faster, then ran. Quil came to a small open space, not daring to peek in. But then he realized that his job, along with the rest of the pack, was to protect humans, not avoid them. But the scent smelled familiar. He was scared to look in fear of who it might be. He sucked it up and walked into the alley-ish space, and froze.

"Oh, but you know you want it." Said the oh-so-familiar voice with the oh-so-familiar face. Just who he'd been looking for.

"No." said the oh-so-familiar girl, her head shaking ever so slightly, just as Quil's did.

Quil turned around promptly, planning on running back and telling Jacob exactly what he saw. Mortified, he took one slow step, then another, and then another, ready to run, until he heard the male voice again. This time, directed at him.

"Not so fast." He said. Quil slowly turned around again. Embry released his grip on Renesmee, but she did not relax in the slightest. She just looked at him with big, wide eyes. And for a second, he felt as though he could read her every thought. "Where are you off to?" Embry asked.

"What… what the hell!?" Quil demanded, as though Embry had never spoken.

"I could ask you the same question ." he said.

"What the hell are you doing to her!?"

"Nothing of your concern." he said, and as Quil turned around again, "And not of Jake's, either."

Quil snarled. Renesmee flinched.

"Whoa, don't get all up in a knot, buddy. In fact, I suggest you stay and watch," Embry said. Then, again, he grabbed her viciously and pushed her up against the wall. She shut her eyes tightly, and sucked a deep breath in. "Because this is exactly what I'll do to Claire if Jacob finds out."

Quil felt like burning ice, in every sense. The anger rose up in a ferocious heat inside of him, but he stood still; frozen. What was he to do? Did Embry really mean that? No, Quil could beat his ass in easily. But he decided that he wouldn't- no, couldn't take that chance. If Embry ever tried something… Quil would never forgive himself.

"Now get over here and help me hold her down, would you? She's being awfully fussy." Embry tried to force her down to the ground, somewhat successful, however, she attempted to wriggle out of his grasp.

"No!" Quil rejected instantly.

"Claire…" Embry threatened in a sing-songy voice. Quil gulped nervously.

He stood still, attempting to say something, anything, to make this situation stop. But he couldn't. He just stood and stared, wide eyed.

"Quil, I haven't got all day." Embry said, as Renesmee managed to untangle herself from his grasp. He quickly grabbed her again and slammed her face down into the pavement. She stopped moving momentarily, and then attempted to escape again. She was unsuccessful this time, as he caught her hands behind her back with one hand, and held her head down with the other.

He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Embry glared at him , and then snarled to Renesmee, "Quit moving!" Her motions became less frantic, but more sly. Once again, she escaped. She stood up quickly, before Embry could drag her back down again.

She stumbled into Quil's arms without meaning to, but he held her there for a moment, thinking, 'What if this was Claire? This is my best friend's imprint. If I were to stand by and watch- no, help, just so my imprint wouldn't get hurt, would that be in vain, or would that be understandable? I would be able to stand in front of Claire in a heartbeat, but knowing this new, dark Embry, he's pretty good at doing things under people noses. What do I do!?'

Embry got up, taking deep, frustrated breaths. Renesmee backed out of Quil's arms, and slowly away from Embry. She turned on her heel as quick as she could to make an escape, but she wasn't fast enough. Embry caught her by the shoulder and violently pulled her back.

"Quil!" he demanded.

He made a decision then, and he knew he would hate himself for it.

But he loved Claire, and he would do anything imaginable to keep her safe. He knew Jacob would never hear him out if he did find out, and he deserved that. He knew he did.

Embry slammed her up against the wall again, but this time to face him. With his face only inches from her, he snarled, "Listen, I'm not in a very good mood right now, so unless you want your head ripped off, I would advise you to stop moving, 'cause you would look real funny with your head rolling down a hill."

"Stop!" Quil demanded, imagining Claire right then. Embry turned to him.

"I won't stop, but we can make this go by much quicker if you god damn help!" he said, "I mean, either that or Cla-"

"Fine." Quil reluctantly agreed through his teeth. Embry seemed pleased, something related to a smile on his face. Quil saw Renesmee take a deep breath in.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Embry said, again impatient.

Quil took slow steps, in absolutely no hurry, trying to devise away to escape this. There was nothing. When he stood facing her, he couldn't meet her gaze. Her wide-eyed gaze, that held so much fear. He looked down, and as he did, she shut her eyes. Slowly but gently, he grasped her wrists.

"Renesmee, I'm so sorry."

"You WHAT!?" I snarled viciously, his thought ending. He sighed and held out his hands, as if he actually wanted me to cut them off.

"Just rip my hands off and save me the lecture! Let me bleed to death before I heal! I know what I did, and I haven't slept since! Do you think I don't feel guilty? He threatened Claire, what was I supposed to do? You know what it's like with Imprints! I couldn't even look her in the eye, Edward. You want to know why? Because her eyes were closed. Closed in pain!"

I stood frozen, unable to react to his speech. One part of me screamed to kill him right then and rip his hands off, as he suggested, but the other part of my understood. I didn't know which side to embrace.

Le voila! That's then end for this chapter! Sorry it took so long, I'm lazy. I bet none of you thought poor, innocent Quil had any wrong in this. XD.

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By the way, if you're wondering why this chapter is called "Memories of an Accessory", its because Quil was technically and accessory to the crime. XD