AN: There is a fight scene from Eclipse that I put in there for the people that only watched the movies. Because the movies left out a lot. The only change is that instead of Seth coming back and fighting with Edward, it's Jacob. So once you start reading the part you already know, then you can leave a review! :) Please. Because the fight scene goes to the end. I hope you like the chapter and please please please review! Thanks. :)


"Jacob, where are we going?" I asked for the fifth time since we had left the warm tent.

"You'll see Bella."

God it was getting freezing out. I was halfway warm from hugging Jacob's back, but it wasn't doing anything for the backside of myself. Another gust of wind rippled against us. I shivered and hugged Jacob tighter in responce. He could tell.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

"No Jacob, I am not okay! I'm freezing my fucking ass off, and I can't find one of the love's of my life! I think my toes are about to fall off, but I don't know, because I lost feeling in them about an hour ago! And we don't seem to be making any progress in finding Edward. Also, all out planning for tomorrow's fight is ruined because of it!"

"First of all, we've only been out here for twenty minutes. Second.. Jeez, do you have to be so fucking dramatic? Third, the planning for 'todays' fight, is not ruined. Have you forgotten already that the vampires can't smell you when your scent is mixed with mine? And fourth," He paused to swing me around him until he was carrying me bridal style, "If you were so cold, you should have just said something."

"Hmm.." I sighed, resting my head against Jacobs shoulder. Nestled in his arms was much warmer than scrunched up against his back. And much more preferable.

"Actually, Bella, I really don't want you out here when your so cold. I'm going to drop you off at my house. Your going to catch pneumonia if your out here much longer. I can find your bloodsucker just fine. I'll be sure to bring him to my place."

"Jacob," I tryed to argue that I wasn't all that cold anymore, but he wouldn't let me.

"Bella, I'm taking you to my place, you can't change my mind. Your going to get sick if your outside much longer."

"Yea, okay Jacob, whatever." There was no point in arguing with him. He was just as stubborn as I was at times. And really, I didn't want to argue the point all that much because frankly, a warm bed sounds pretty damn good right now... He would let me sleep in his bed, wouldn't he? _

"Okay, I'll be back before you know it Bella," Jacob reassurred me, "But, just in case, don't wait up for me, alright? Try to get some sleep. It's already almost four, and you haven't closed your eyes once."

Right now, I was laying in Jacob's bed, with the covers tucked all around me with the blankets that he had pulled up to my chin.

"I can't Jacob, I have to talk to Edward." I protested.

"Then I'll wake you up when we get here alright?" He's such a liar

"Yea, fine. Hurry back." He leaned down to kiss me on the lips. The stood up to walk out the door, but turned around right in the door jam and just stood there.

"You waiting for something?" I asked pointedly.

"I'm not leaving until you've closed your eyes."

I closed my eyes obediantly, but planned on staying up until he got back. I would just leave them closed until he walked out the door.

I couldn't tell if he's left or not, the way he was so silent these days. But, I thought it should have been long enough. I opened my eyes just a crack to see if he'd left yet.

"Bella." Damn.

I closed my eyes again. I told myself I would count to twenty, then open my eye's again. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6... 7.. 8... 9... _

I blinked and slowly opened my eyes. I glanced around my room.. then sat up quickly. What? This isn't my room! Last nights activities came rushing back to me. Oh. Oh! Damnit! I fell asleep! He didn't wake me up! Well, really, truth be told, I hadn't ever expected him too. Still, he has some explaining to do.

"Jacob!" I called agravatedly. Not noticing how loud I was, or that Billy could still be sleeping the next room.

"He left" A voice I would recognize anywhere announced.

"Edward?" Edward! I quickly jumped out of bed to run to the doorway, where he was standing. Before throwing my arms around his neck and buring my head in his chest.

He hugged me back, breifly, before pulling me away from him and leading me back towards the bed. Where he tucked me back under the covers and sat on the end. It finally dawned on me what he had said.

"What do you mean, he left?"

"He went to go fight, about an hour ago actually." He said nonchalantly. He didn't show any of the traces of anger he was before he stormed out of the tent the night before. In fact, he was acting as if nothing had even happened. This was way to weird.

"Edward, are you okay?" I had to ask. He was acting so, normal. Not at all what I had expected.

"Jacob explained everything to me. I thats what your asking." Well that explains everything.

"And your okay with it?"

"Can't say I'm to keen on the idea of sharing you with another man, Bella. But if it means I don't lose you. Then I'm willing to make that sacrafice." I could see a trace of discust on his face, "Whatever makes you happy Bella."

"This does Edward. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am that you understand. And that your not leaving me." I said earnestly.

"Again, I'll do anything to make you happy Bella. I love you." He leaned down to brush his lips against mine. Similar to what Jake had done just the night before. But as always, he was hesitant, guarded, not completely giving in. Fustrated, I reached up and pulled at his neck, trying to guage any responce out of him. It did, but not the one I was looking for. Instead of kissing me back more, like I'd invisioned. He pulled back, sitting all the way up. Before speaking.

"Bella, no offence. But you really smell like dog."

I sighed. It figured I would smell like that to him, since I'd been hugged up against Jacob until four in the morning. I guess I should take a shower, but I didn't have a change of clothes. Putting on an old shirt of Jacobs wouldn't do any good since they all smell like him and I was trying to get his smell off of me. But, who cares, okay Edward does, but still.. I wanted to take a shower, I could feel my hair matted against my forehead and scalp. I would just have to wear Jacobs old shirt and sweats. I stood up to go look in Jacobs closet, but Edward stopped me.

"What are you doing Bella?"

"I want to take a shower, but I don't have a change of clothes. I'm just going to borrow something of Jacobs." I explained. I realized to late that this clarification might make Edward a little angry.

"Oh, okay," He shrugged the statement off, along with his shirt..? What was he doing. Was he taking a shower with me? The images popped into my head before I could stop them. Be reasonable Bella. He's never done anything like that before, why would he start now? Well.. he hadn't had an incredibly sexy werewolf competing for my attention before either.

"Just wear this instead of his shirt, please? I'm already surrounded by his werewolf stench, the least you could do is take some of it away? Please, for me Bella?" I couldn't hid the disappointment, I mean really, what did I think he was going to do? Okay, I knew what I thought he was going to do, but I didn't actually expect him to? Hoped maybe, but expected, no.

"Unless you want to wear Jacob's, that fine." He mistook the disappointment on my face.

"Oh, no, that's Edward. I completely understand." I reassured him. I couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about his motives. I mean, I already stunk like Jacob to begin with, and I would have his pants on, so it wouldn't make that much of a difference. Could he possibly just want me to wear his shirt because, he wanted something of his on me? No, Edward isn't like that. I feel immature for even thinking something like that.

I grabbed his shirt and a pair of Jacob's sweat pants, then something dawned on me. Underwear. What am I going to do? I don't have a spare, and it would be really gross if I put the same pair on after my shower. Maybe.. Ew, okay, I would have to make sure they were clean. I just won't allow myself to think to much on where they've been. Or, really, who they've been on. Or what. God Bella, think other thoughts. Where does he keep his boxer's _

I'd found a pair in the dryer, then walked to his bathroom with Edward's shirt and Jacob's boxers. I wasn't going to wear the sweats because, for one, they were way to big, and two, Jacob's boxers were big long enough to be shorts for me anyway, reaching halfway down my thigh.

I turned on the shower and stripped down, before stepping in and under the water. I let the water soak through my hair before reaching for my shampoo...

Shit! I forgot about shampoo too! All Jake has is this cheap, store brand, two in one soap and shampoo. Well, considering I was already soak anyway, and there wasn't any other soap, I used that. Probably going to dry out my hair, but who cares? I'll just take another shower tonight. I quickly soaped and shampooed up before rinsing off and shutting the water off. Drying off, I stepped into Jacob's boxers and slipped Edward shirt on, buttoning up the front buttons as I walked out the door, I threw my towel in the basket by the washing machine and walked back to Jacob's room where Edward was waiting. _

I opened the door to see Edward sitting on Jake's bed with a glazed expression.

"It's started" I assumed, considering his posture.

"Not yet, in a couple minutes though" He replyed, pulling me onto his lap, where I rested my head in the crook of his neck and listened to his breathing. I didn't realize my left hand was clenched into a fist, nails biting into my bandaged palm, until Edward took it and gently smoothed my fingers out.

"It's going to be fine, Bella," he promised. "We've got skill, training, and surprise on our side. It will be over very soon. If I didn't truly believe that, I would be down there now - and you'd be here, locked in Jacob's room or something along those lines."

"Alice is so small," I moaned.

He chuckled. "That might be a problem . . . if it were possible for someone to catch her."

Suddenly he straightened up. "The newborns have reached the end of the trail - it worked like a charm, Jasper's a genius - and they've caught the scent of the ones in the meadow, so they're splitting into two groups now, as Alice said," Edward murmured, his eyes focused on something far away. "Sam's taking us around to head off the ambush party." He was so intent on what he was hearing
that he used the pack plural.

Suddenly he looked down at me. "Breathe, Bella."
I struggled to do what he asked. I could listened to his calm breaths, and I tried to keep my lungs on the same even pace, so that I wouldn't hyperventilate.

"The first group is in the clearing. We can hear the fighting."

My teeth locked together.

He laughed once. "We can hear Emmett - he's enjoying himself."

I made myself take another breath with Edward.

"The second group is getting ready - they aren't paying attention, they haven't heard us yet." Edward growled suddenly.

"What?" I gasped.

"They're talking about you." His teeth clenched together. "They're supposed to make sure you don't escape. . . . Nice move, Leah! Mmm, she's quite fast," he murmured in approval. "One of the newborns caught our scent, and Leah took him down before he could even turn. Sam's helping her finish him off. Paul and Jacob got another one, but the others are on the defensive now. They have no idea what to make of us. Both sides are feinting. . . . No, let Sam lead. Stay out of the way," he muttered. "Separate them - don't let them protect each other's backs."

"That's better, drive them toward the clearing," Edward approved. His body was shifting unconsciously as he watched, tensing for moves he would have made if he were to be in the clearing with the rest of his family. His hands still held mine; I twisted my fingers through his. At least he wasn't down there.

Abruptly, Edward sat up, "We've got to go," was all he said before flinging me on his back and rushing out of Jacob's room and out the front door.

"Edward, where are we going?"

"Victoria." He said bluntly, before quickening his pace, if that was even possible.

I remembered all to well, asking Jacob the same question not 8 hours before this. But this time, we weren't looking for anyone. No, this time.. Someone was looking for us. A redheaded Vampire to be exact.

"Are we leaving to find somewhere to hide?" I asked in confusion.

"No Bella," He spat, "Where looking for place where I can protect you and fight a vampire at the same time."

"What? You going to fight her? Edward, No!"

"She's already caught my scent, she figures you'll be with me, wherever I am. And she's right" He said, with sick certainty.

"But, we can get away, right? I mean, your faster than her, aren't you?"

"I would be, if I wasn't carrying you Bella, but she's gaining on us, and I can only hope I can get to the cliff-side before she catches up to us." So I was killing Edward by having him stay with me. If only I'd been strong enough, strong enough to let him go to the fight. Then there would have been a chance for Edward. He might have gotten away. But not, it was to late.

"Why do we need to go to cliff-side?" I asked. His earlier statement dawning on me.

"So I don't have to worry about watching my back, and so that you'll always be between the cliff-side and myself. No room for Victoria to strike."

I could see the cliff-side ahead, the same time I heard a feral growl from behind us. I turned and saw Victoria loping towards us. That was all I saw, before Edward hurriedly slid me off his back and set me carefully on me feet. Before whipping around and crouching down in front of me.

We were now at the cliff-side. A corner to be exact. Where two cliff met to make a large "L" shape. I backed myself as far as I could into the corner before falling backward and pulling my legs up to my chin. I was wrapping my arms around my legs, when I saw two vampires come into view. Victoria was not alone. They glistened like diamonds in the sun.

I could barely look at the blond boy - yes, he was just a boy, though he was muscular and tall, maybe my age when he was changed. His eyes - a more vivid red than I had ever seen before - could not hold mine. Though he was closest to Edward, the nearest danger, I could not watch him.

Because, a few feet to the side and a few feet back, Victoria was staring at me. Her orange hair was brighter than I'd remembered, more like a flame. There was no wind here, but the fire around her face seemed to shimmer slightly, as if it were alive. Her eyes were black with thirst. She did not smile, as she always had in my nightmares - her lips were pressed into a tight line. There was a striking feline quality to the way she held her coiled body, a lioness waiting for an opening to spring. Her restless, wild gaze flickered between Edward and me, but never rested on him for more than a half-second. She could not keep her eyes from my face any more than I could keep mine from hers.

Tension rolled off of her, nearly visible in the air. I could feel the desire, the all-consuming passion that held her in its grip. Almost as if I could hear her thoughts, too, I knew what she was thinking. She was so close to what she wanted - the focus of her whole existence for more than a year
now was just so close.

My death.

Her plan was as obvious as it was practical. The big blond boy would attack Edward. As soon as Edward was sufficiently distracted, Victoria would finish me.

It would be quick - she had no time for games here - but it would be thorough. Something that it would be impossible to recover from. Something that even vampire venom could not repair.
She'd have to stop my heart. Perhaps a hand shoved through my chest, crushing it.

Something along those lines.

My heart beat furiously, loudly, as if to make her target more obvious.

An immense distance away, from far across the black forest, a wolf's howl echoed in the still air. With Jacob gone, there was no way to interpret the sound.

The blond boy looked at Victoria from the corner of his eye, waiting on her command. He was young in more ways than one. I guessed from his brilliant crimson irises that he couldn't have been a vampire for very long. He would be strong, but inept. Edward would know how to fight him. Edward would survive.

Victoria jerked her chin toward Edward, wordlessly ordering the boy forward.

"Riley," Edward said in a soft, pleading voice. The blond boy froze, his red eyes widening.

"She's lying to you, Riley," Edward told him. "Listen to me. She's lying to you just like she lied to the others who are dying now in the clearing. You know that she's lied to them, that she had you lie to them, that neither of you were ever going to help them. Is it so hard to believe that she's lied to you, too?"

Confusion swept across Riley's face.

Edward shifted a few inches to the side, and Riley automatically compensated with an adjustment of his own. "She doesn't love you, Riley." Edward's soft voice was compelling, almost hypnotic. "She never has. She loved someone named James, and you're no more than a tool to her."

When he said James's name, Victoria's lips pulled back in a teeth-baring grimace. Her eyes stayed locked on me.

Riley cast a frantic glance in her direction.

"Riley?" Edward said. Riley automatically refocused on Edward.

"She knows that I will kill you, Riley. Shewants you to die so that she doesn't have to keep up the pretense anymore. Yes - you've seen that, haven't you? You've read the reluctance in her eyes, suspected a false note in her promises. You were right. She's never wanted you.
Every kiss, every touch was a lie."

Edward moved again, moved a few inches toward the boy, a few inches away from me.

Victoria's gaze zeroed in on the gap between us. It would take her less than a second to kill me - she only needed the tiniest margin of opportunity.

Slower this time, Riley repositioned himself.

"You don't have to die," Edward promised, his eyes holding the boy's. "There are other ways to live than the way she's shown you. It's not all lies and blood, Riley. You can walk away right now. You don't have to die for her lies."

Edward slid his feet forward and to the side. There was a foot of space between us now.

Riley circled too far, overcompensating this time. Victoria leaned forward onto the balls of her feet.

"Last chance, Riley," Edward whispered.

Riley's face was desperate as he looked to Victoria for answers.

"He's the liar, Riley," Victoria said, and my mouth fell open in shock at the sound of her voice. "I told you about their mind tricks. You know I love only you."

Her voice was not the strong, wild, catlike growl I would have put with her face and stance. It was soft, it was high - a babyish, soprano tinkling. The kind of voice that went with blond curls and pink bubble gum. It made no sense coming through her bared, glistening teeth.

Riley's jaw tightened, and he squared his shoulders. His eyes emptied - there was no more confusion, no more suspicion. There was no thought at all. He tensed himself to attack.

Victoria's body seemed to be trembling, she was so tightly wound. Her fingers were ready claws, waiting for Edward to move just one more inch away from me.

The snarl came from none of them.

A mammott russet shape flew through the center of the opening, throwing Riley to the ground.

"No!" Victoria cried, her baby voice shrill with disbelief.

A yard and a half in front of me, the huge wolf ripped and tore at the blond vampire beneath him. Something white and hard smacked into the rocks by my feet. I cringed away from it.

Victoria did not spare one glance for the boy she'd just pledged her love to. Her eyes were still on me, filled with a disappointment so ferocious that she looked deranged.

"No," she said again, through her teeth, as Edward started to move toward her, blocking her path to me.

Riley was on his feet again, looking misshapen and haggard, but he was able to fling a vicious kick into Jacob's shoulder. I heard the bone crunch. Jacob backed off and started to circle, limping. Riley had his arms out, ready, though he seemed to be missing part of one hand. . . .

Only a few yards away from that fight, Edward and Victoria were dancing.

Not quite circling, because Edward was not allowing her to position herself closer to me. She sashayed back, moving from side to side, trying to find a hole in his defense. He shadowed her footwork lithely, stalking her with perfect concentration. He began to move just a fraction of a second before she moved, reading her intentions in her thoughts.

Jacob lunged at Riley from the side, and something tore with a hideous, grating screech.

Another heavy white chunk flew into the forest with a thud. Riley roared in fury, and Jacob skipped back - amazingly light on his feet for his size - as Riley took a swipe at him with one mangled hand.

Victoria was weaving through the tree trunks at the far end of the little opening now. She was torn, her feet pulling her toward safety while her eyes yearned toward me as if I were a magnet, reeling her in. I could see the burning desire to kill warring with her survival instinct. Edward could see that, too.

"Don't go, Victoria," he murmured in that same hypnotic tone as before. "You'll never get another chance like this."

She showed her teeth and hissed at him, but she seemed unable to move farther away from me.

"You can always run later," Edward purred. "Plenty of time for that. It's what you do, isn't it? It's why James kept you around. Useful, if you like to play deadly games. A partner with an uncanny instinct for escaping. He shouldn't have left you - he could have used your skills when we caught up to him in Phoenix."

A snarl ripped from between her lips.

"That's all you ever were to him, though. Silly to waste so much energy avenging someone who had less affection for you than a hunter for his mount. You were never more than a convenience to him. I would know."

Edward's lips pulled up on one side as he tapped his temple.

With a strangled screech, Victoria darted out of the trees again, feinting to the side. Edward responded, and the dance began again.

Just then, Riley's fist caught Jacob's flank, and a low yelp coughed out of Jacob's throat. Jacob backed away, his shoulders twitching as if he were trying to shake off the pain.

Please,I want ed to plead with Riley, but I couldn't find the muscles to make my mouth open, to pull the air up from my, leave him alone!

Why hadn't Jacob run away? Why didn't he run now?

Riley was closing the distance between them again, driving Jacob toward the cliff face beside me. Victoria was suddenly interested in her partner's fate. I could see her, from the corner of her eyes, judge the distance between Riley and me. Jacob snapped at Riley, forcing him back again, and Victoria hissed.

Jacob wasn't limping anymore. His circling took him within inches of Edward; his tail brushed Edward's back, and Victoria's eyes bulged.

"No, he won't turn on me," Edward said, answering the question in Victoria's head. He used her distraction to slide closer. "You provided us with a common enemy. You allied us."

She clenched her teeth, trying to keep her focus on Edward alone.

"Look more closely, Victoria," he murmured, pulling at the threads of her concentration. "Is he really so much like the monster James tracked across Siberia?"

Her eyes popped wide open, and then began flickering wildly from Edward to Jacob to me, around and around. "Not the same?" she snarled in her little girl's soprano. "Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible," Edward murmured, voice velvet soft as he moved another inch closer to her. "Except what you want. You'll never touch her."

She shook her head, fast and jerky, fighting his diversions, and tried to duck around him, but he was in place to block her as soon as she'd thought of the plan. Her face contorted in frustration, and then she shifted lower into her crouch, a lioness again, and stalked deliberately forward.

Victoria was no inexperienced, instinct-driven newborn. She was lethal. Even I could tell the difference between her and Riley.

Edward shifted, too, as they closed on each other, and it was lion versus lioness.

The dance increased in tempo.

It was like Alice and Jasper in the meadow, a blurred spiraling of movement, only this dance was not as perfectly choreographed. Sharp crunches and crackings reverberated off the cliff face whenever someone slipped in their formation. But they were moving too fast for me to see who was making the mistakes. . . .

Riley was distracted by the violent ballet, his eyes anxious for his partner. Jacob struck, crunching off another small piece of the vampire. Riley bellowed and launched a massive backhanded blow that caught Jacob full in his broad chest. Jacob's huge body soared ten feet and crashed into the rocky wall over my head with a force that seemed to shake the whole peak. I heard the breath whoosh from his lungs, and I ducked out of the way as he rebounded off the stone and collapsed on the ground a few feet in front of me.

A low whimper escaped through Jacob's teeth.

Sharp fragments of gray stone showered down on my head, scratching my exposed skin. A jagged spike of rock rolled down my right arm and I caught it reflexively. My fingers clenched around the long shard as my own survival instincts kicked in; since there was no chance of flight, my body - not caring how ineffectual the gesture was - prepared for a fight.

Adrenaline jolted through my veins. I knew the brace was cutting into my palm. I knew the crack in my knuckle was protesting. I knew it, but I could not feel the pain.

Behind Riley, all I could see was the twisting flame of Victoria's hair and a blur of white.

The increasingly frequent metallic snaps and tears, the gasps and shocked hissings, made it clear that the dance was turning deadly for someone.
But which someone?

Riley lurched toward me, his red eyes brilliant with fury. He glared at the limp mountain of russet-colored fur between us, and his hands - mangled, broken hands - curled into talons. His mouth opened, widened, his teeth glistening, as he prepared to rip out Jacob's throat. No! I though, not my Jacob!

A second kick of adrenaline hit like an electric shock, and everything was suddenly very clear.

Both fights were too close. Jacob was about to lose his, and I had no idea if Edward was winning or losing. They needed help. A distraction. Something to give them an edge.

My hand gripped the stone spike so tightly that a support in the brace snapped.

Was I strong enough? Was I brave enough? How hard could I shove the rough stone into my body? Would this buy Jacob enough time to get back on his feet? Would he heal fast enough for my sacrifice to do him any good?

I raked the point of the shard up my arm, yanking my thick sweater back to expose the skin, and then pressed the sharp tip to the crease at my elbow. I already had a long scar there from my last birthday. That night, my flowing blood had been enough to catch every vampire's attention, to freeze them all in place for an instant. I prayed it would work that way again. I steeled myself and sucked in one deep breath.

Victoria was distracted by the sound of my gasp. Her eyes, holding still for one tiny portion of a second, met mine. Fury and curiosity mingled strangely in her expression.

I wasn't sure how I heard the low sound with all the other noises echoing off the stone wall and hammering inside my head. My own heartbeat should have been enough to drown it out.

But, in the split second that I stared into Victoria's eyes, I thought I heard a familiar, exasperated sigh.

In that same short second, the dance broke violently apart. It happened so quickly that it was over before I could follow the sequence of events. I tried to catch up in my head.

Victoria had flown out of the blurred formation and smashed into a tall spruce about halfway up the tree. She dropped back to the earth already crouched to spring.

Simultaneously, Edward - all but invisible with speed - had twisted backward and caught the unsuspecting Riley by the arm. It had looked like Edward planted his foot against Riley's back, and heaved -

The little campsite was filled with Riley's piercing shriek of agony.

At the same time, Jacob leaped to his feet, cutting off most of my view.

But I could still see Victoria. And, though she looked oddly deformed - as if she were unable to straighten up completely - I could see the smile I'd been dreaming of flash across her wild face.

She coiled and sprang.

Something small and white whistled through the air and collided with her mid-flight. The impact sounded like an explosion, and it threw her against another tree - this one snapped in half. She landed on her feet again, crouched and ready, but Edward was already in place. Relief swelled in my heart when I saw that he stood straight and perfect.

Victoria kicked something aside with a flick of her bare foot - the missile that had crippled her attack. It rolled toward me, and I realized what it was.

My stomach lurched.

The fingers were still twitching; grasping at blades of grass, Riley's arm began to drag itself mindlessly across the ground.

Jacob was circling Riley again, and now Riley was retreating. He backed away from the advancing werewolf, his face rigid with pain. He raised his one arm defensively.

Jacob rushed Riley, and the vampire was clearly off-balance. I saw Jacob sink his teeth into Riley's shoulder and tear, jumping back again.

With an earsplitting metallic screech, Riley lost his other arm.

Jacob shook his head, flinging the arm into the woods. The broken hissing noise that came through Jacob's teeth sounded like snickering.

Riley screamed out a tortured plea. "Victoria!"

Victoria did not even flinch to the sound of her name. Her eyes did not flicker once toward her partner.

Jacob launched himself forward with the force of a wrecking ball. The thrust carried both Seth and Riley into the trees, where the metallic screeching was matched by Riley's screams.

Screams that abruptly cut off, while the sounds of rock being ripped to shreds continued.

Though she spared Riley no farewell glance, Victoria seemed to realize that she was on her own. She began to back away from Edward, frenzied disappointment blazing in her eyes. She threw me one short, agonized stare of longing, and then she started to retreat faster.

"No," Edward crooned, his voice seductive. "Stay just a little longer."

She wheeled and flew toward the refuge of the forest like an arrow from a bow.

But Edward was faster - a bullet from a gun.

He caught her unprotected back at the edge of the trees and, with one last, simple step, the dance was over.

Edward's mouth brushed once across her neck, like a caress. The squealing clamor coming from Jacob's efforts covered every other noise, so there was no discernible sound to make the image one of violence. He could have been kissing her. And then the fiery tangle of hair was no longer connected to the rest of her body. The shivering orange waves fell to the ground, and bounced once before rolling toward the trees.