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I'm going to try to clear some things up as the story continues though most probably it is going to be through dialogue, if not things will be cleared up through Bella's thoughts. Speaking about that, I have plans to be changing perspectives in the near future though most of it will be Bella's. Most of this chapter is going to be pure physical action and I will try to make it detailed…no promises though. Read and Review! :D

Song dedicated for this chapter: "Blue lips" by Regina Spektor

(I honestly couldn't think of an action song for this so I chose the song I was listening to while typing this).

~*~*Bella's POV*~*~

They came running towards us at inhuman speed with only the sound of the rush of air as evidence of their movement. Luckily, my shield was extended and as if on reflex it pushed out to meet the incoming physical attack. I carefully watched their movement and as they neared, I launched my shield out at full force. They hit the shield that was surrounding us and they were flung towards the trees like rag dolls. It would have been hilarious if the situation weren't so serious; our lives were at stake after all. They flipped while on the air to land upright. They all wore calm expressions on their faces as if they were expecting that, well all except the blond; he was smirking as if he were amused. Jerk.

They rushed towards us again much to my surprise. Most of the vampires I have come across (after they have gotten over their shock) usually try to beat down my shield by flinging objects at it before they come charging again. It is as if they knew that my shield wasn't strong enough to withstand another attack. Well, I thought, I'll show them. They jumped high up in the air with their arms extended and as their palms made contact with my shield they pushed themselves back; they landed once again steadily on the ground, this time though, they were not so far in front of us.

My sisters wore impassive faces on; even in our current condition they were still itching to go fight. Not long… I thought, grimacing, they don't have to wait any longer. I felt a gentle flutter on the surface of my skin as my shield contracted, and then it was gone. Well, there goes that. I moved quickly to the side giving my sisters space to fight. Although I was in the middle and by default I was suppose to fight the blond (since he was in the middle as well) it seemed that the red head was to get me. She pushed her blond mate gently out of the way to her right (towards Alice's side) before she stood a good distance in front of me. She crouched and growled at me. That bitch.

They charged towards us once again. Well, the third time is the charm, isn't it? The red head looked a bit wary as she hurled a fist at my head; I ducked and swung my dagger trying to slash her neck. She quickly moved out of the way just as the tip of my dagger brushed against her neck. She retaliated by throwing multiple punches, once again, at her bloodsucking speed. It was getting rather difficult to dodge; usually I'd let my shield take the attacks while I either contemplated an escape or tested a new tactic; well I couldn't afford to try anything dangerous at the moment.

I moved to my left side, added all my weight to my right leg and extended my left leg back and crouched down to the ground. Using that momentum and added weight to one side I slashed my dagger directly (and effectively) to her stomach. She tumbled back as I took my dagger out. Not waiting for any form of retaliation, I quickly stood and attempted to slash her head. Obviously she would be more harmless if she were headless.

Still clutching her injury, she ducked, and rammed her whole body into me. Taking me by surprise, I acted on instinct. Grabbing her hair, I attempted to remain upright, but the force of her hit was much too strong; I was sent back while I was still clutching her hair. I heard something that sounded like paper ripping as I went flying into the air. The wind knocked out of me as I hit the ground. I quickly sat up and saw something in my hand; a fist full of red hair. Gross. I pushed myself up in an attempt to stand, but quickly found out that I couldn't; I couldn't feel my left leg. By glorious God, my left leg was numb. I cursed mentally. I suppose my leg couldn't take more pain. Still, I would have preferred if my leg were still in pain; at least then I could still move it.

Showing no outward signs of distress, I looked up at her daringly. She really wasn't much to look at, and it was obvious that her fighting skills were left more to be desired. She was overall plain, just…plain. And I was not about to let this ordinary, ungifted bitch defeat me.

I waited as she charged towards me yet again. I braced myself for the impact since I obviously couldn't move. As she grew closer, I couldn't help but notice that she was now a proud owner of a bald spot. Nice. Even if I was going down today, that felt like a little victory to me. But I needed a bigger victory than this; if I were to die, I would at least leave my sisters protected. There was no other way to it. I swore to my deceased mother that that would be my only priority in life. And so it will be.

I flew towards the trees, and I tried to conjure my shield to at least ease my impact, but I couldn't. I was much too weak, too injured. Seeing the inevitable physical hit, I curled into a ball, midair. Suddenly I felt a strong wind push towards the opposite direction I was heading; it was easing my landing. As I now softly bumped into the tree, I looked to my left far over the field and saw Rose looking at me with outmost concentration. I felt as surge of affection towards her. Even as she was fighting her own "battle" she was still looking out for me. Well, best believed that her efforts to maintain me alive were not going to go in vain. I sat up straight and saw the Ginger bitch look at me with a look of pure hatred. I smirked from my position. I felt determined.

"Bring it on, Baldy!"

As if she did not know any other tactic, she charged towards me for the millionth time. I concentrated as I felt my whole body warm up. Using my gift, Stealth, I allowed myself to become translucent, sort of invisible. Baldy looked surprised. I wonder if she was well informed of my abilities, but as I saw her mediocre fighting skills I was now convinced that she was just a henchman. Lucky me. I dragged myself towards Rosalie who was surprisingly losing her fight. Her opponent seemed some sort of martial arts mixed with street fight; in other words, he was fighting downright dirty.

As I limped forward I felt someone grabbing my arm. I was about to strike when I saw Alice holding my arm pulling me forward. She could see me. I learned not to be surprised by her apparent knowledge of everything, even the things she couldn't see; this time the "thing" was me.

I looked over my shoulder to see smoke. Now that was a surprise. The red head was looking at the pile of burning (what looked to be) lumps, with a look of disbelief and despair. Then it hit me; Alice actually defeated the blond (A/N aha! Alice gets her payback! You all know that in the actual story he was after her.) I looked at her grimacing face and wondered how I didn't notice her victory. Was I that distracted with my own fight?

Alice urged me faster, pulling my limping body with her petite one with a surprising amount of strong force. We saw as Rosalie tried to ignite her hands with flames but was having a tremendous amount of difficulty. She was not meant to create her own element, she could only manipulate. I was surprised to see a few sparks shooting out of her fingers. Her opponent was about to roundhouse punch her when he was suddenly sent flying; Alice was using her powers. I grinned. Rose quickly ran to meet us and I disillusioned myself. They both grabbed my hands.

I knew what I had to do.

As crazy as it was, I knew that it had to be done, there was no other option. Alice had miraculously defeated the blond, but we still had two others to fight. Not to mention that there were three others hiding among the trees. Which made me wonder, why haven't they intervened? Why didn't they interfere to save the blond? Were they just there to supervise? Could they have possibly been one of higher rank?

No matter. I had to do this. The red head was not going to be distracted forever. Tread locks was not going to be bidding his time forever. Concentrating with my all, my body grew hot with energy. My head started pounding. There was ringing in my ears. I started sweating profusely. Even so, I still kept pushing forward until that heat enveloped my sisters as well. They looked at me as I kept concentrating. My vision blurred as tears started streaming down my face. The internal pain was unbearable, but I kept pushing it until it felt like my skin was on fire. With the world spun around me, we landed hard on the ground. I knew I had done it; we had teleported.

With those last thoughts, my world turned black.

I woke up to a heating fire, my head pounding.

"Water" I croaked," Water."

A mug of cool water was brought to my lips. Even in my half unconscious state I was still suspicious of my surroundings. This, I though, Could be poison. I only allowed the water to wet my lips; I refused to take even a sip.

"It's not poisoned if that what you are wondering." A feminine voice told me. I looked up from my spot to see a blurry figure. As I sat I realized that I was on something soft, and I was wearing a dress. What the –!

"We treated your wounds as best as we could. I'm sorry, but we couldn't do more. Your sister assured us that she would be in charge of healing you once she is feeling better."

"Who are you?" I looked at her closely as my vision adjusted. She was a pretty girl. She had a uniquely colored hair (it was mixed with red and brown), pale skin with rosy cheeks, and the brownest, prettiest eyes I had ever seen. She looked familiar.

"I kind of figured that you wouldn't recognize me. Your sister said you could be a bit late," She softened the insult my chuckling lightly. I didn't allow myself to even offer a smile.

"Who are you?" I repeated.

"Renesmee," She said slowly. She smiled brightly. "But you may call me Nessie."

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Editing date: August 31, 2012