The Fight
She would have been safer with him; they all knew it, but now, as two of the most important men in her life fought, she found herself rooting for the one who would love her for all eternity, the one who almost killed himself when he'd believed that she was dead. A wolf and a vampire, growling, throwing punches, landing blow after blow, right before her eyes, and she was helpless to stop it. Alice was holding Bella tightly to her side, her arms as strong as steel bands wrapping around the terrified human. A sickening crunch resounded, and Bella screamed as Edward lay motionless beneath a heaving Jacob. The wolf howled triumphantly, stepping away from the immobile figure as Bella sobbed into a trembling Alice. Every Cullen was silent, words failing them completely, their brother, son and fiancé defeated by a half-breed. The pack began to disperse, leaving Jacob standing over the stone body, before he turned to Bella, phasing and whipping on his shorts. As he was in the process of tying his shorts, the body behind him shifted noiselessly, rolling into a stiff crouch. High on adrenaline, Jacob clearly didn't notice and remained oblivious until the vampire was upon his back, teeth sunk deep into the shape-shifter's neck. Down he went in agony, writhing on the floor before coming to a deathly stillness. Bella tore from Alice, speeding towards her fiancé and clamping her arms around him like a vice.
From the side lines, Jasper held Alice as both sighed. She whispered to him and he nodded forlornly, finishing her sentence.
"They fight,"
"Paris falls."