By the way, in case you guys are wondering why Edward's with Jacob in this chapter, it's because he caught up to him. Would Eddie really miss out on the fun? You guys wanted it, so here it is! Embry's POV!

Embry's POV

They were coming. This was going to be fun.

I pushed down the small ghost of guilt that had haunted me from the very first thought I had of this day, and concentrated on the excitement. I'd gone this far already, why stop now? I had nothing to lose.

Except my head.

I smirked to myself as they came into view. I stood right at the border of La Push and Forks, but on my side. Just as Edward came a little too close, I stuck my hand out for distance. He looked down at my feet and growled.

"Whoa, calm down. A treaty's a treaty. And now that I'm Alpha, it's back on. No stepping over the border, buddy." I said, drawing an imaginary line on the ground with my foot.

"Say 'buddy' one more time and I won't even hesitate to decapitate your head right now. Not that I'm hesitant in the least." He threatened. I could practically hear the acid rolling through his teeth as he spoke. "Just so we're clear, you're dying today."

"That's unfortunate." I mocked.

"For you." said Jacob, finally joining in. I could tell he was saving his energy.

The small ghost inside me unnerved me. It made me feel almost bad to see the anger I had distilled in my former best friend. But what did it matter now? Hell, I'd gotten what I wanted. So why should I care?

"You don't have to, but I do." Edward said, replying to my thoughts.

"You know, if you really want to stay in my head, your welcome to stick around, but I'll just be thinking of all the things I did to your-"

Jacob reached over and socked me in the jaw. I guess I forgot he could step the boundary. Losing my balance for a moment, Jacob took advantage of that and threw me onto the other side, where Edward could get hold of me.

He grabbed on to the collar of my shirt.

"You think you're good at what you do, huh?" Edward said, and punched me where Jacob had. "You think you're a miracle worker? You know what happened to the last miracle worker? He was nailed to a cross. Would you enjoy that, Embry?" he said, his face only inches from mine. He threw me to the ground. "Worthless scum."

That last punch kind of hurt. I rubbed my jaw, already feeling it heal. I got up quickly, hoping he didn't push me down again. He was strong. But maybe I was stronger.

"I highly doubt it." he replied. "Perhaps you would like me to prove that to you?"

"You guys take things too seriously." I said flatly, stirring them up more. If we were going to fight, we were going to fight.

"Too seriously!?" Jacob exploded, "She's sixteen, you degenerate! You raped a sixteen year old! What the hell were you thinking!?"

I smirked, "I was thinking she was pretty good for a first timer." He literally jumped on me and starting punching the smirk off my face.

He'd knocked me to the ground, and each blow he sent hurt significantly more than the last. I pushed him off and began to get angry. Hell, I wanted a fight, not a beating. Edward and Jacob seemed to be taking turns giving their own fair share of Whoop-Ass. I began to tremble violently, but stopped myself. It should be a fight with fists, not with paws. Edward narrowed his eyes. I could almost see him analyzing how to kick my ass, and maybe even how to kill me. So this was their game- while one had their turn, the other thought. Hm.

I pushed Jake off so hard, he was knocked a few steps back. As he lurched toward me again, Edward grabbed him by the shoulder.

"It's my turn." But this time, I actually put up a fight.

To say it was hard would be to say it in the least. He knew every move I was planning on doing. As long as I was thinking about it, there was no was no way I could get the upper hand. I could only dodge and avoid his hits.

"Come on, Eddie," I said, grunting between ducking, "At least she had fun getting those bruises. Man, she was so good, I thought I should've paid."

He ground his teeth together, "Oh, you're going to pay!" And with that, he grabbed my collar again, but this time wound his fingers around my neck, closing them together. I'd anticipated it, so I'd taken a breath before, but needless to say, he was holding on tight.

"Do you know what you've caused her?" he growled.

'A good time?' I thought, edging him on. It obviously wasn't what he wanted to hear. He closed his grip more, and against my will, my bodies natural reaction was to claw at his hands. It was like trying to pull a car with your teeth. Even harder- a truck.

"Wrong answer. That's what I'm having right now." I could see a lingering smile in his mask of anger to emphasize his point.

"Right before I left to catch up with Jacob, I promised my daughter that I would make it hurt. And you know what she said, or thought, rather? She thought there was no point, that you had already gotten what you wanted. She said that I shouldn't waste my time fighting for her, because she's 'not worth it.' She said that in the end, it would do no one good. Renesmee's a very logical person, and when she makes a statement, she's more than often correct. But not this time." His eyes were angry, but a sly smile crossed his face, "Hurting you will do me good, and it will most certainly do her good, even if she refuses to acknowledge it."

As I was gasping for air, I could feel two options weighing in on me; almost like an angel and devil on my shoulder. The first option told me to give up, that there was no sense in fighting. But then the devil hopped off my right shoulder and onto my left, stabbing the angel with it's pitchfork and taking over from there. Like a sly whisper, it told me to keep going, and that if I gave up now, I would be a coward. And although the devil hadn't killed the Guilt Ghost yet, I knew it was right. I didn't give up.

Edward continued in his speech of resentment toward me.

"Lost in your own little world, huh?" he said, and I'd noticed that he'd loosened his grip; I could breath.

Not for long.

"You want to stay in that world?" he said, closing his hands together again. "My daughter won't speak to me. She won't speak to anyone! You want to know why? She doesn't think she deserves to. She's afraid! She only thinks, and if you think I have the all-access pass, you're wrong. She refuses to think about you, but you're all that's in her head. It doesn't make sense to me, does it make sense to you? You make her literally sick to her stomach. Are you proud?" He waited for my response, and when none came, he continued, "It's unfortunate that she was your victim. Now you have to deal with me, and I haven't even begun yet."

'It's very unfortunate.' I agreed mentally. 'Unfortunate because I never got to try all the things I wanted to. I would have had some time, too, had she kept her mouth shut like she was supposed to.' And before Edward could clobber me again, I added, 'You can hit me all you want, but behind that mask, that pretty little mask of your daughter will always be me.'

To my intense surprise, Edward released me. A look of something related to shock crossed his face. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes blank. I caught my breath as he just stared, as if I came from another planet. His expression changed, it became something of disgust. Jacob passed him a side-glance, wearing the same expression I did.

But that expression was wiped off my face as he lunged toward me again, grabbing my neck, but in a different way. He tilted it to one side, like Dracula would in-

Oh hell, no.

"Any last words, you superficial impurity?" his voice was like glass: smooth and cold. The Guilt Ghost gave me the guilt trip, saying this was my last chance to get out alive. But I didn't listen.

"Yeah." I said, "I guess your daughter isn't so innocent anymore."

Well, there it is. Did Embry die? What about the Guilt Ghost? What will Jacob do next? Hope you enjoyed it, and remember, suggestions are always welcome. Also, a special thanks to Any . Love (take out the spaces) for the witty comments Embry made! Review!