You know what I love the most about Thanksgiving? (Which is when I'm currently writing this AN, although it probably won't be seen by anyone for a couple days…) My after turkey nap. Did you know that the chemical in the turkey that makes you sleepy is the essential amino acid tryptophan? Tryptophan increases your brains production of serotonin. This serotonin makes you calm and sleepy. And now you know. And knowing is half the battle!

Aaaaanywaaaay on to the story!

Chapter 10

"Well, Charlie." Doc said. Causing me to tear my attention away from the little baby I was holding in my arms. It had taken them awhile (the wolves especially) to trust in holding my little niece. They named her Graciela. Although Embry refused to call her that, refused to even look at, or even be near her. Poor baby. His own kid and he doesn't even want to acknowledge her existence! He doesn't do much of anything anymore. Just mopes around the apartment above the diner. He doesn't want anyone going in there and disturbing her scent. Which has caused me to stay in my current home, the Cullen's mansion. Paul stays with me and I enjoy the hours of peace that I get when I lay with him while he sleeps. "I commend you on your ability to control your bloodlust. Only three short months and you already seem as in control as Edward or Rosalie." I smiled at him.

"Thanks Carlisle. I guess it's a little easier with the right motivation." Revenge. I silently added, glad that Bella had kept the shield up in my mind, more for privacy now then scarring her poor Eddiekins. I heard Little Joshua, who was currently riding on top of Paul's shoulders, yelling about food. "Looks like someone's hungry. You want food to little Gracie?" I cooed to the baby. She just gave me an open mouthed smile. I stood, gesturing for Paul to follow with the other kid, and set off for the kitchen. In the back of my mind I continued to count things. That had gotten easier to deal with but was still a bit annoying, especially when I started count how many times I had counted something.

I made a peanut butter sandwich for Joshua and tossed some formula from Graciela's diaper bag into a bottle and stuck it in the microwave. I hopped up onto one of the counter and rested the baby into her little car seat. She looked like the pictures I had seen of Claudia when she was a baby. I closed my eyes and rested my chin on my chest. Claudia. That bastard killed her. I'll murder him. Tear him apart piece by piece and set the whole damn city on fire just to make sure he's gone. He deserves so much worse for what he did! He tore out her heart. The sick fuck stole her heart right out of her chest and-

"Hey" Paul said, interrupting my inner rant. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, smiling meekly. "You okay?"

"Ye-no." I shook my head. "I'm not okay. I'm angry. Beyond pissed! Because of what he did to her! He practically orphaned two kids and he stole my sister from me!" while saying this I had jumped up from the counter and started to pace at an impossible speed around the kitchen. "The sick bastard killed her!" I said and sank to my knees. "He killed her." I whimpered, covering my face with my hands. I hadn't cried much before my 'transformation' but I'd give anything to cry right now. To be able to feel that salty liquid fall down my face. What I once thought was weak, I would give anything to be able to do right now. I felt Paul behind me; he pulled me to his chest and held me there tightly.

"I know, babe" he whispered into my ear. "And trust me, no one know more than me, I've been in Embry's mind. And since it happened he hasn't been the same. It hurts now but Spooky will get what's coming to him." I nodded slowly into his chest. He will get what's coming to him. Torn to pieces and torched like the trash he is. I'll make sure of it.

I stood in front of the door to mine and Claudia's old apartment above the diner. Silent, with Paul a couple of inches behind me, his heat radiating through my thin sweater. I could hear Embry's heartbeat on the other side of the door and I could smell his scent. He knew we were here.

"Open up Embry." I spoke. For a moment I heard nothing, then the door was flung open, revealing a very tired, very sick looking version of Embry.

"What do you want?" he snarled. I heard a growl come from deep within Paul chest, which Embry exchanged with one of matching intensity.

"I have come to talk. I know I'm probably the last person you wanted to talk to but I guarantee you, that you will want to hear this" I reasoned. He just stared at me, then left the doorway. He took a seat on the couch. My old bed, and glared. I followed him but stayed standing in front of the coffee table, Paul not too far behind. "Embry" I continued. "I have a plan. A plan that I would like your help with." He looked up at me curiosity sparked slightly in his dead eyes. "I plan to go back. And I want you to come with me and Paul. We are going to find Spooky, and I would like your help in killing him."

He tore his gaze from me and stared down at his hands.

"And why the hell should I help you with anything!" he exploded. "If anything, I should be wanting to kill you! It's your fault she's dead! It's your fault he even went after her! None of this would have happened if you couldn't keep your legs closed around that bloodsucker!" I flinched.

"Don't you dare-" Paul started.

"You don't think I fucking know that!" I screeched. "I know it's all my fault! But do you know what? I'm not the one you killed her! I wasn't the one to make two little kids virtually parentless! I am not the one who tore her heart right out of her fucking chest!" I paused and shook my head. "He was. And no amount of hatred towards me will ever bring her back! So just tell me, Embry. Do you want revenge against the asshole who stole your imprint away from you? Or do you just want to sit here, demented and sad, and wish you could have done something? Well you can do something. You can come with me and Paul, and you can fucking avenge her!" I finished my tirade and took a deep breath. I stared at him waiting for an answer. And I got one, the one I wanted.

"I'm in"

"Good. We leave in ten." Then we will go. And we will fucking destroy him!

huh...I finished this whole chapter in one sitting. Which is remarkable with my ability to procrastinate. Speaking of procrastinate: did you ever notice how people never procrastinate when it comes to actually saying/spelling the word procrastinate? So don't say reading fanfiction never teaches you anything, that's two things right there! Want a third? Okay. Here it goes: ZZ top guest starred in the third Back to the Future movie, and they actually wrote the song that they performed during their scene. Now go forth with this knowledge! Because we all know: Knowledge is power! (thats a fourth! I'm on fire with useless facts today)